My Ex-Girlfriend’s Sister Ran Away to My Room, and We Can’t Stop Making Mistakes. - Chapter 5: It’s Already Like This.

It’s Already Like This.

Mii’s hand was startlingly cold. I remembered all too well how that same hand had been warm and slick with sweat the night before.

“What do you mean, ‘which’?”

“Come on. Which was it?”

“What possible point is there in asking me that?”

I forced down the mouthful of curry that had threatened to stick in my throat. Mii’s shoulders slumped, her expression turning dejected.

“Oh. So it was my sister.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then it was me?”

“Look…”

“Hey, answer me.”

Mii leaned in, pressing the issue.

“Before we get into that, tell me why you ran away from home.”

“You really don’t know?”

“No, I don’t.”

“It’s the same as you, Saki-nii. I just ran away.”

She spoke with a breezy nonchalance.

“From my house, school, the future… I ran away from all of it, and ended up here.”

“Well, sure, but I at least finished high school.”

“What, is that a boast?”

“Not exactly.”

“Oh, so you’re impressive because you graduated? Wow. Three years of prison life—congratulations on your service.”

“You’re going to struggle later in life.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not like I have a future anyway.”

Mii shook her head in silence and took another pull from her can. She let the words slip out as if they meant nothing to her.

“Who cares? It’s not like my sister finished high school either.”

Her profile overlapped with the memory of her sister. It was true—she’d stopped showing up to school halfway through, too. Thinking of my childhood friend brought back a sudden, vivid flash of the sun beating down on the road to school.

“See?”

“You just reminded me of something unpleasant.”

“I did it on purpose. That’s what you get for asking unpleasant questions.”

“Fine. I won’t ask again.”

“I just mean don’t ask about things that should be obvious. You have to know what I’m running from.”

This time, it was my turn to be silent. I did know. One look at her was enough to realize that things with Mii’s family had likely fallen apart.

“Sorry.”

“Then it’s my turn to ask. Between my sister and me, who felt better?”

A question from hell.

“Well?”

“Both of you.”

“They were the same?”

“Yeah. A tie.”

Mii narrowed her eyes at my answer. She leaned in so close her hair brushed against my skin, and she gripped my shoulders.

“Fine. Then I’ll keep going until I win.”

Her palms pressed firmly against me as she pulled me into a kiss. Her tongue slid past my lips, weaving its way inside.

“…Mmn…”

A faint breath escaped her. Her slick tongue moved against mine, their surfaces slick with heat. Saliva pooled where we met, a translucent thread escaping the corner of our mouths.

“It tastes like curry.”

“We’re literally in the middle of dinner.”

“There’s no rule that says you can’t have sex while you’re eating, is there?”

“It’s not about rules. Is it really fun kissing a guy who reeks of curry?”

“I don’t mind. Sating my hunger and my lust at the same time… it’s like killing two birds with one stone.”

Her logic was a mess. And yet, I could tell she wasn’t joking. She was deadly serious.

“See? Look… you’re already this excited.”

She spoke while her hands explored me. In the end, things crumbled into intimacy once again. Despite everything that had happened the night before, we lost ourselves in each other, over and over.