My Little Sister Is the Best F*p Material - Volume 2 Chapter 13: The Scent of a Girl and a Hint of Love

Volume 2 Chapter 13: The Scent of a Girl and a Hint of Love

I wanted to express my gratitude to Miyu.

Since enjoying a little bit of lovey-dovey time with Miyu in the bath, I had been feeling that emotion.

I know that I should avoid increasing my closeness with my little sister in order to distance myself from her, but I can’t show my gratitude for what she’s done for me without being a man first.

However, even if Sachiko were the one, I wouldn’t be able to treat her like a real girlfriend. I can’t come up with an answer that would make Miyu happy just by wracking my brains on my own, so I decided to consult a certain person.

(But… there’s really no chance for me to talk to her…)

During the school break, I was paying attention to that person. I was planning to ask the most popular girl in class, the apex of beauty and the goddess of the earth, Yamamoto-san, about a gift that girls would like. However, Yamamoto-san was always chatting with her friends, so there was no chance for me to talk to her.

I need more than just a greeting; I need time to sit down somewhere and talk with her. But it’s difficult during the school break. I can’t just barge into a conversation between friends.

“You’re aiming for Yamamoto-san too, huh? Well, it’s free to fantasize.”

Takahashi was teasing me. For us otaku, Yamamoto-san is a rare beauty, and the only ideal that even surpasses two-dimensional heroines. We want to date her and have sex with her. So, it’s only natural for us to follow Yamamoto-san with our eyes.

“I’m not aiming for her. She just keeps catching my eye lately.”

“You’re not aiming for her? Well, you’ve been coming home earlier than usual lately. What are you doing?”

Another difficult question from that guy.

“Nothing’s changed. I play games and watch videos.”

“Huh? You’re bored? Then why don’t you join a club? You seem to be getting more fit lately… but for a man, strength comes first.”

Takahashi moved his waist back and forth, mimicking sex. The guy who called me a virgin is a virgin himself, but I’m not. I graduated from virginity with the wonderful girl Sachiko. Still, this cold exchange gives me a sense of comfort, like being at home.

“You shouldn’t start something like this in the second year of high school.”

“There’s still the whole summer left.”

“It’s awkward because the groups have already formed.”

Even if I was interested in sports, clubs are an extension of school life. There is a friend society there that is difficult to break into.

“Wait a minute, Takahashi. I’ll stop Sotomichi’s decline.”

The man behind me patted Takahashi’s shoulder while smoothing his hair, which was firmly set with wax. Suzuhara is getting more and more shallow every day. His eyelids seem to be double, and his skin tone is getting better and better. What did Miyu teach him in that one day?

“We’re going to clean the school after school today as part of the volunteer club. Come with me. There are a lot of cute girls who are aiming for good grades.”

You’ve become quite a womanizer, too. And what’s that impure club? If this were a university, it would be a Yarisā. (T/N: A literal Do-It club.)

“By the way, I’ve told the homeroom teacher that I’m bringing you, so if you refuse, it’ll be considered a truancy.”

“You… “

Why are there so many people around me who like to do things forcefully?

“Just for today, alright?”

—

And so, I was dragged along by Suzuhara to do community service in this hot season as summer approached. I thought it would be better to do something active than to stay at home and worry about the present for Miyu. It might also be a good idea to ask the cute girls Suzuhara mentioned for their opinions.

And so, Suzuhara, seemingly indignant at how often I ended up deep in conversation with girls—though it was probably because there was no ill intent, as I was simply thinking of a present for another girl—while I myself was surprised at how comfortable I had become around them. In the end, without any notable results, the impromptu club activity came to a close.

I was released early as a helper, and when I returned to the classroom, I had an unexpected encounter. Yamamoto-san was there alone by chance. I have to thank Suzuhara for that.

“What are you doing, Yamamoto-san?”

When I called out to her, Yamamoto-san, who was sitting on a chair and fiddling with her smartphone, smiled at me and waved her hand slightly. Since she seemed to welcome me, I moved my bag to Yamamoto-san’s side and sat down on the desk next to her.

“I was teaching a friend to study, and I’m about to go home now. I’m waiting for the toilet. Sorry, I couldn’t spare much time today. What was your business with me, Sotomichi-kun?”

“Eh, um…”

Yamamoto-san laughed at me as if she were teasing me for my unexpected comeback. It seems that she had noticed that I was looking for a chance to talk to her.

“I wanted to consult you. I’m thinking of giving a present to Miyu. I’d like to hear your opinion on what would make her happy.”

I told Yamamoto-san the honest reason. Since we only have Miyu in common, it’s obvious that the present for a girl is for Miyu, even if I say it vaguely. Miyu and I are good friends, and Yamamoto-san knows that.

“Is it her birthday soon?”

“No, it’s not that. She’s been through a lot lately, so I thought I’d show my gratitude.”

“Sotomichi-kun has really become a good older brother.”

“Thank you. You seem to be doing well lately, too, Yamamoto-san.”

“I’ve become busy since then.”

Yamamoto-san had regained her original liveliness after her troubles had disappeared. Her brightness must be what attracts people. She seems to be busy with confessions every day, receiving love letters or being called through friends. Given Yamamoto-san’s personality, she probably can’t turn down even a man who has no chance of being her boyfriend.

“Are you going to make a boyfriend?”

“If I had that intention, this situation would have been helpful. But I’m already quite tired of it, so I think I’ll take a break from love for a while.”

Yamamoto-san sighed, showing her fatigue. It was a new side of Yamamoto-san that I had never seen in the classroom. Since I knew about Yamamoto-san’s relationship with men through the Suzuhara incident, it seems that I was recognized as someone to whom she could complain to.

But yeah, that’s right. I’ve seen Yamamoto-san, the most popular girl in our grade, completely bare. And what happened at the bottom of the stairs—there was no doubt about it, that was the expression of a girl indulging in something lewd. Of all the guys throughout history who have been romantically involved with her, I’m the only one who knows Yamamoto-san’s naughty side.

“What’s with that look?”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry. It’s nothing.”

“People who are not interested in girls don’t look at them with such lewd eyes.”

“Uh… it’s… because of what happened in the changing room… I just remembered it.”

Yamamoto-san approached me with a slightly flushed face, having read my mischievous imagination.

“The ‘various things’ in the changing room, are you talking about me trying to give you a blowjob?”

I had to answer yes with a stiff smile as Yamamoto-san approached me with a cold, accusatory voice. She’s similar to Miyu in that respect. I was excited even though I was afraid.

Then, Yamamoto-san, who had brought her face close enough for our noses to touch, smiled mischievously and straightened her back, continuing her words as if to answer my question.

“I like having sex.”

Yamamoto-san made me recognize her true nature with straightforward words. Maybe she did it on purpose because I was a man who had nothing to do with love.

“I like it, but…”

Yamamoto-san whispered sadly. Although she had parted with Suzuhara, it seemed that the fundamental problem had not been solved.

“Are you really a virgin?”

“That’s not even close. I can’t even count them with both hands.”

Yamamoto-san spread her fingers with a dry smile.

“Hahaha. Yeah, I knew”

After all, Yamamoto-san is a beautiful girl who is so good at handling men that she doesn’t need an Ice Heart like Miyu. Still, for some reason, she didn’t seem as lewd as her words suggested.

“By the way, I also haven’t apologized to you yet.”

Yamamoto-san returned to her lewd face and brought her mouth close to my ear, which was sitting on a desk. It seems that Yamamoto-san recognized that she should apologize for interfering with my date with Miyu.

“Shall I give you a blowjob for the one I couldn’t do then?”

At the same time as a pleasant noise reached the depths of my ear with a hot breath, a sweet scent wafted from Yamamoto-san’s neck. My penis gathered blood, rising to the point of breaking through my pants. My whole body was throbbing as if I had been given an instant aphrodisiac.

“Wow… It’s so… big… hmm…”

Yamamoto-san sucked my earlobe, chuup, chuup. Her tongue crawled from the outer edge to the tip, and when it reached my ear hole, it made an obscene sound in my eardrum, jyuru.

“Uh… nh…”

My ears, which had become sensitive after being developed by Sachiko, were being completely transformed into erogenous zones by Yamamoto-san. I couldn’t seem to hold back my moans, which I couldn’t seem to hold back within the school, and I tried to push Yamamoto-san away, but I couldn’t help but cling to her because of the pleasure.

“Helo… leloleo… nchu… haa… n… chuup, chuup… nnn… mutsu… nfu. You’re panting in my breasts. It’s cute. “

When I hugged Yamamoto-san, who was sitting on a desk, my face was buried in the swelling of her blouse, and I was forced to further excitement by the fragrant fruit. I couldn’t move my face away to suppress my voice, and Yamamoto-san continued to lick my ear, stroking me as if I were a child.

“Your hard one is hitting my stomach… like this… amu… jyurur… juppa… nfu. I’ll give you a blowjob…”

It was an evil ear torture that was almost rape. My earlobe was melting in the heat of Yamamoto-san’s mouth, and in the ear hole right next to it, Yamamoto-san’s breath and saliva, which were soaked in lust, were alternately heard.

“Haa… nnn… uh… haa… Yamamoto-san… no, not here… haa…”

“Jyurujyuru… jyuru… heloleo… chuup… jyuruppa… ufu. You’re twitching like a girl. It looks like you’re trying hard… but it’s about time… amu… chu, jyurur… jyur… jyuruppa… juppa…”

“Ahh… ah… n, ahh…”

My ears, which had been tormented, were connected to my penis and testicles, which had become sensitive. My sperm, which was boiling like a volcanic eruption, was waiting for the moment of ejaculation, and I hugged Yamamoto-san tightly, feeling the eruption from my groin.

“Jubu, jubu, jyurur… nnn~n… chuuppa… chuuppa… n… chuup… … haa… Sotomichi-kun, you were cute.”

Yamamoto-san smiled seductively as she took her mouth away from my ear. Although I was finally released from the sensory torture, I was overwhelmed with pleasure and couldn’t stand up from the desk because my legs and feet were weak.

“Uh, Yamamoto-san… why this… all of a sudden…”

My testicles were still twitching. I couldn’t wait to ejaculate. What a cruel death sentence to be made to feel so good without being able to ejaculate.

“It was a thank-you blowjob to the earlobe. Fufu. Did you come?”

Yamamoto-san wiped the saliva from her lips with a handkerchief and made her eyes bow-shaped, like an imp.

“It was dangerous. I thought I was going to come for real.”

“Nfu. You don’t need to hide it, even girls are happy when they get ejaculated on in such situations.”

“I’m sorry. If you say so, I should have done it.”

I’ll probably never experience such pleasure again. If I had imagined that Miyu was licking my ears for a moment, I could have ejaculated even in that earlobe torture.

My body type has become so extreme that I can’t ejaculate unless I use my sister as a treat. If it weren’t for Sachiko’s whispered handjob, there might have been some hope left.

If only I had met Yamamoto-san sooner. It’s as if I’m telling Sachiko and Yamamoto-san that sex isn’t fun at all.

“Eh…? Really, you didn’t come?”

Yamamoto-san repeated her question with a serious face. It seems that she couldn’t believe my answer no matter what. Did she have absolute confidence in her technique of making a man come?

I would have come without such a body type. I don’t want to lose that confidence. But I can’t say that I can’t come unless it’s my sister, and I can only make up a lame excuse.

“It was just an earlobe, so barely. I was able to withstand it at the last minute. I think I would have come right away if you had done it on that part. So… um, thank you.”

I don’t know if Yamamoto-san heard my best encouragement. Yamamoto-san was just staring blankly at the state of my penis, which was still erect and forming a tent.

“Yamamoto-san?”

Yamamoto-san shook her head as if she were startled by my voice, and the sweet scent that had been wafting from Yamamoto-san disappeared at that moment. My head was also clear as if the mist had cleared. It seems that Yamamoto-san’s pheromones really have an aphrodisiac-like dangerous effect, not just a joke.

“Eh… No way…”

Yamamoto-san’s expression, surprised that I didn’t ejaculate, was more like she was staring at something unexpected and fateful than staring in amazement.

“Eh… really…!”

Yamamoto-san reached for the zipper of my pants. Just then, the classroom door opened. Yamamoto-san’s friend, who had gone to the toilet, came back.

“What are you doing, Kanade?”

The one who entered the classroom was Kawafuji Nanako, the student Yamamoto-san was closest to in our class. With her neatly trimmed bob-cut hair and sharp way of speaking, she left a strong impression—an honor student, but in a way that was the complete opposite of Yamamoto-san.

Since we were in a position where we could be seen from the door, we made a snap judgment, and Yamamoto-san became a wall between me and Kawafuji, so my lower body, which was about to burst, was not noticed.

“He was consulting with me. Sotomichi-kun said he was thinking of giving a present to a girl he likes.”

Yamamoto-san pretended to be in a normal atmosphere, and she created a gap to pick up her bag, which was placed on the floor, in the middle of the conversation. I put the bag on my knees and was finally able to hide the tented crotch.

“You’re still dealing with such unpopular men. That’s why you never stop getting confessions.”

A cold tone with no malicious intent. I’m used to such things with Miyu, but other guys would be crying by now.

“That’s not true. Sotomichi-kun has been getting more manly lately, and even from Nanako’s perspective, he’s looking pretty good, don’t you think?”

Yamamoto-san smiled at Kawafuji’s cold words. Yamamoto-san is an angel, so she kindly follows up on even for a guy like me.

“That’s why I’m telling you to stop that kind of motherly love.”

Yeah, yeah, I agree with that.

“I won’t deny that Sotomichi has changed though.”

“Why is everyone calling me that?”

“Because I don’t know your last name or first name. You’re not very noticeable.”

“Well, yeah. That’s true.”

One harsh remark after another from unfamiliar girls. Thanks to that, my one-shot shriveled up so much that I didn’t even need to hide it with my bag anymore.

“Anyway. Kanade, you don’t have time to deal with guys like that. Just now, I was asked by a senior on the basketball team to call Kanade. You should choose the men you date more carefully.”

“Okay, okay. It’s a blind date again. I understand.”

“You’re acting like you don’t want to do it again.”

Yamamoto-san left the classroom at Kawafuji’s urging. Just then, Yamamoto-san turned around as if she had remembered something.

“I thought of the perfect present for Miyu-chan. Can I borrow your smartphone?”

Since Yamamoto-san said she would search for the recommendation and show it to me, I unlocked my smartphone and handed it to Yamamoto-san.

“How about this hairbrush? Since Miyu-chan’s hair is similar to mine, I absolutely guarantee that it will feel good for her. If the price is worth it, buy it today.”

Yamamoto-san winked and returned the smartphone to me. She gave me a smile that was unusually cheerful.

“Sotomichi-kun. Well, see you later.”

Then Yamamoto-san left the classroom, chasing after Kawafuji.

“Ah… yeah…”

I gave a hollow reply to the empty classroom. The words “see you later” that Yamamoto-san said as she left kept echoing in my head.

She’s always so kind to everyone, so it was probably just a polite gesture. But seeing that smile on her face as she left, I couldn’t help but think that Yamamoto-san really wanted to meet me again.

(Anyone would expect that after being treated like that…)

At that moment, I found myself agreeing wholeheartedly with Kawafuji’s words, that it was all Yamamoto-san’s fault for being confessed to so much.

And on a day that wasn’t even my birthday, I was holding a high-end brush wrapped in black paper and gold ribbon, trying to find the right moment to give it to Miyu at home.

Miyu had seen me accept the large cardboard box that I had ordered and received the next day at the front door, but she couldn’t possibly have guessed that it was a present for her. The problem was not only when to give it to her, but also what to say.

Time passed as I was still undecided, and dinner was over, the bath was done, and it was time to go to bed. That’s when, just as I was letting my guard down, I ran into Miyu by chance in the hallway and couldn’t avoid facing her.

“Is there something you need?”

Miyu seemed to have noticed my suspicious behavior.

“It’s not that important, but remember when I told you in the bath that I was grateful to you?”

“You expressed that quite clearly, I think.”

Miyu looked at me with a puzzled expression, as if she was surprised by my unusually noble attitude. Usually, the only time I talk to Miyu is when I’m horny.

“I wanted to show my gratitude not just with words, but also with something tangible. I bought this for you, would you accept it?”

Now that I was actually giving her the present, I couldn’t help but see myself objectively and feel like my face was on fire.

“Well, I’m happy, but…”

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

“Can I open it?”

“Of course, I tried to choose something that wouldn’t be a bother, at least.”

Miyu carefully removed the wrapping to reveal a wooden box. As soon as she saw the letters written on the lid, her eyes lit up. When she opened the box, her expression became even more obvious, with a slight smile of surprise.

“Wow… this is the one they were talking about on TV this morning. It was sold out online too… how did you get it?”

“I consulted Yamamoto-san, and she recommended this one.”

I answered honestly, too nervous to lie. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.

“Oh, thank you. I’m really happy. I’ll use it right away tonight.”

“I’m glad you’re so happy… I’m glad I gave it to you.”

Miyu was checking the feel of the wooden branches of the brush with her fingers in front of me. From her serious expression, it was clear how happy she was.

“I feel like I want to give you something in return for such a nice gift.”

“No, no, this is just a token of my gratitude. I don’t want any gifts in return…”

I replied hastily, and Miyu asked again, probably to leave room for changing her answer.

“You don’t want anything?”

“If you ask me that…”

I shouldn’t get my hopes up. No matter how cute Miyu is when she’s happy, if I get carried away here, I’ll just be a guy who relies on his classmates.

“If that’s the case…”

The right move in this situation was definitely this.

“I’d like to brush your hair with this brush.”

“You want to brush my hair? If that’s what you want, I don’t mind.”

My request was granted without a fuss. My popularity with Miyu must have skyrocketed, more than it seemed.

“Then I’ll do it before I go to sleep. When I’m ready, can I come and get you?”

“Of course, I’ll wait as long as you need.”

Somehow, everything went according to plan. I can do it when I try, can’t I?

Since it was a gift of gratitude, it would be strange to receive a gift in return. But it wouldn’t be right to refuse Miyu’s offer to repay me without considering her feelings. So I chose something that would benefit both of us, and it turned out to be the perfect solution.

“Come to my room, Onii-chan.”

When I moved to Miyu’s room late at night, I saw a teapot on the table. Since it was something to drink at that time, it was probably herbal tea. Miyu was sitting in a seiza position near the cups and called me to sit behind her.

“Do we have this tea set at home?”

“It’s mine, so I hid it so it wouldn’t get mixed up.”

Miyu took the pink rose teacup in her hand, took a sip, and put it back on the table without making a sound. It was a surprisingly cute color for Miyu’s taste. Since she seems to treasure gifts, this could also be a present.

Miyu took the brush out of the wooden box that was placed on the table and showed me the order in which to brush her hair. She told me to start from the ends, and I held the long hair in my hand. The smooth, silky texture was ticklish, and the hair I held with my fingers felt like the finest brush.

“Your hair is so long.”

“It is, but I like it this way.”

Miyu held the hair on the side I wasn’t brushing and stroked it with the palm of her hand. With such a volume of hair, it must be a lot of work to dry it. As a man, I can only be grateful that she keeps it so beautifully maintained.

“If it’s too much trouble, maybe I could help you sometimes.”

Well, it’s not like I don’t have an ulterior motive.

“You can help whenever you want, I’d appreciate it.”

I was surprised by how easily she gave me permission. Miyu is really tolerant today. Even touching her hair is a form of skinship, and I thought she would be more restrictive.

“The scent of a girl’s hair, even if you use the same shampoo and conditioner as a man, smells different, doesn’t it?”

A nice scent wafted every time I brushed her hair. I use the same shampoo, but my hair has never smelled this good.

“Just like men are the only ones who can produce semen, girls must have something unique to them as well.”

“Yeah.”

So girls have their own scent. In other words, the smell I’m inhaling is Miyu’s scent. I’m probably the happiest I’ve ever been in my life, being able to touch the hair of Miyu, who I’ve always admired.

“Hey, Miyu.”

“Yes.”

“Do you let other people brush your hair like this?”

In this quiet moment, I felt like I could have a calm conversation about anything. I asked Miyu an unnecessary question.

“Are you asking if I let other men touch my hair besides you?”

Miyu put into words what I was too embarrassed to say. That’s exactly what I meant.

“What if iI do?”

Miyu avoided a direct answer and asked me a question instead. Of course, that’s what would happen. Now that we’ve started this conversation, I have no choice but to answer honestly.

“I’d be shocked, I guess.”

“Is that because of your possessive nature?”

“Not exactly… well, I do have some possessive feelings now, but it’s more like jealousy, I think.”

Miyu only nodded in agreement to my answer. Her expression, as seen in profile, didn’t seem bad.

The inferiority complex I had towards girls with boyfriends was something I had been feeling for a long time. It’s not a difficult concept, just that I’m jealous of people who can do things I can’t. I’m getting a brush and having my hair brushed by Miyu, but if there was a guy who could touch her hair without all this, I’d be jealous no matter what.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend, you know.”

Miyu casually said something unnecessary again.

“You’ve never had a boyfriend?”

“No, I’ve never had one.”

My cute and popular sister has never had a boyfriend. What kind of excuse is that?

“Are you still a virgin, Miyu?”

I asked out of curiosity.

“I am.”

Miyu told me without hesitation, as if she had been waiting for me to ask. The beautiful girl whose hair I was brushing was a virgin who had never even had a boyfriend.

“I see.”

It was supposed to be just a piece of information, but I felt my groin react. I didn’t mean to get excited about it. Hearing that my sister is a virgin makes me horny.

If I got an erection in this situation, Miyu might never let me touch her hair again. I kept warning myself in my head, but I soon gave up. It’s Miyu’s fault for saying unnecessary things.

“You do answer questions like that, huh.”

Miyu must have understood the meaning of my words, because the cup of herbal tea she had been drinking silently made a sound for the first time.

“Okay then, will you promise that you won’t ask any more questions about my answer?”

This was Miyu’s way of telling me not to dig deeper.

“I swear, I won’t dig deeper.”

For me, it’s enough to know the facts, and there are also parts of the conversation that I’m just asking out of curiosity, so I wouldn’t mind if she kept quiet like before.

“I’ve never let anyone else touch my hair but you.”

Miyu gave me a clear answer, which was only a vague assumption. There was no way she would let anyone else touch her hair, which she took such good care of. Only a special person. There was no way this sister of mine, who had never even had a boyfriend, would let some random guy brush her hair.

“Even someone like me isn’t at a negative level, huh?”

“Yeah..”

Depending on how you look at it, isn’t that just a privilege that comes with being family? If you live in the same house, you share all kinds of things, and sometimes you even see each other naked. When we were too young to remember, we must have played around naked together too.

That’s why, even for Miyu, there’s no need to for her to suddenly start avoiding me now. If she were to act so obviously uncomfortable, it would only make things awkward at home. And considering how much time Miyu already spends at home, that would be inconvenient for her.

Normally, a girl her age would avoid physical contact with her older brother, but… just like with the reason she’s willing to drink my semen, she won’t tell me why.

“If you think about it, there’s a chance that every other guy aside from me has a negative approval rating in your eyes, right?”

“There’s no ‘chance’ about it. That’s exactly the case.”

“…Huh?”

Miyu let something unnecessary slip again. Maybe she regretted it, because she started sipping her herbal tea more frequently.

“It’s not good to give your brother false hope.”

“My mistake.”

That was the end of Miyu’s apology and correction. In other words, Miyu’s popularity with other men was, in fact, negative. Which means that, in terms of men, I’m the best. Should I take this statement at face value?

No, because this sister of mine can swallow my semen. And in this situation, she would probably drink my semen too.

Her hair smells so good, and I can’t control my sexual desire anymore. Is girls’ long hair made of a component that excites men?

“I’m sorry, Miyu.”

My penis was getting stiff.

“Well, I’m not mad at you, I was a bit too excited about the gift, and I think I said a lot of unnecessary things.”

A sister who reveals that she’s a virgin just because she’s happy with the present.

“You know, Onii-chan, I told you in the bath…”

Miyu turned to me, not angry or surprised, but just trying to reason with me.

“I really like having these calm conversations with you. I know you have a strong sex drive, but I don’t intend to say anything about it. I just think you should value your sister’s peace of mind a little more.”

So my presence was Miyu’s peace of mind. I should have valued my current position more.

“I want to control it, but I can’t help it.”

“Even though you’ve gained some experience with women, you haven’t developed any immunity, it seems.”

“Not even a little.”

On the contrary, the verbal abuse I received from Sachiko only made my sexual desire for Miyu stronger. So this is half Sachiko’s fault and half Miyu’s responsibility for introducing me to her.

“So, what do you think?”

“Okay, go ahead. I was trying to make you calm down with this herbal tea before bed, but…”

Maybe I wasn’t calm enough, because this situation happened.

“So then uhm, I’m counting on you.”

I sat on the edge of the bed with my heavy rod exposed. It was Miyu’s bed, so I sat with my knees bent, but Miyu didn’t seem to mind and pushed me back, making me sit deeper. Then, she climbed onto me, resting her arms and breasts on my knees and bringing her face close to my penis.

“Wait, you’re going to use your mouth?”

“Of course not. You do it yourself.”

“Okay.”

My little sister is so full of herself.

“You made it big again. What day is it today?”

“It’s just a regular day.”

“You seem pretty energetic for a regular day.”

“I’ve had a lot going on.”

I had planned to release my built-up tension with Yamamoto-san’s ear fellatio, but as I thought about how to present my gift to Miyu, I became so nervous that I couldn’t focus on anything else. My erection was a result of the relief I felt after successfully presenting my gift.

“So, I think a lot of thick semen will come out. Will you still drink it?”

“Haaah. Fine. Just this once, it’s special.”

Miyu looked at me with a disappointed face, but still gave permission to have her drink my semen. The gift was so successful that it was scary.

“I’m happy that you’ll drink my semen, Miyu.”

I started jerking off in front of Miyu. At first I was nervous, but now I get excited when I masturbate in front of her.

“Does it excite you to say that?”

“Yeah, it gives me a sense of superiority, like I’m the only special one to you.”

I haven’t gotten an answer from Miyu about whether she drinks other men’s semen, but if she doesn’t let anyone else touch her hair, she probably doesn’t drink their semen either.

So the fact that I’m the only one who gets to drink Miyu’s semen is now certain. That fact excites me, and my penis, which I’m jerking off with my hand, is leaking pre-cum, making obscene noises for Miyu to hear.

“It’s a very complex feeling…”

But my sister didn’t reject me. Miyu looked at the penis, which was being stimulated until the moment of ejaculation, and sometimes looked up at me with her big eyes. That innocent face, with her big eyes, was arousing my lust.

“For a man, it’s a dream to have a cute girl like you drink his semen.”

No matter what I say, cuteness is important. Miyu wanted to be praised in the bath, so she must not hate being called cute. Miyu seems to be aware of her own cuteness, and maybe she was even happier than she let on. Such a selfish fantasy was exciting me, and I rubbed the tip of my penis back and forth in front of Miyu’s mouth, showing off my masturbation.

“And having me watch you do it as well adds up to that.”

“You really understand men, don’t you, Miyu.”

“I don’t. Hurry up and finish.”

Miyu glared at me with a sulky expression. My brain is obedient to Miyu’s commands, so when she tells me to hurry up, I want to ejaculate right away.

“I’m about to come, open your mouth.”

“Okay… Amuhh…”

My teasing sister.

Miyu opened her mouth and waited for my ejaculation. I accelerated my hand movements to their maximum speed as I approached my finish.

“Miyu… hah… hah… I’m gonna cum… it’s gonna be a thick one… Ahh… please, stick out your tongue…!”

“Fuh… uuu~… ah… un…”

Miyu obliged by sticking out her tongue and placing it on top of her lower lip. I prepared to ejaculate onto that organ, which was designed to detect taste, with the sperm that had been building up inside me as a result of Ms. Yamamoto’s teasing.

“Miyu! I’m cumming… I’m cumming… Ahh… Ahh…”

My semen flew out, “Byaaah, Byaaah, Byaaah,” and formed a pool of white liquid inside Miyu’s mouth. Miyu, who had received my entire ejaculation in her mouth, glared at me with a resentful look.

Even though I had finished ejaculating, the high viscosity of the white liquid kept it from sliding off her tongue. Watching this, I realized that my libido showed no signs of decreasing from just before ejaculation. Thinking about how Miyu was still tasting my semen, my body was boiling over with the urge to make her drink more.

“Miyu, I think I can still cum… keep your mouth open…!!”

“Eh… fuh… ah…”

“Ahh, Ahh!! I’m cumming again… Miyu… I’m cumming…!!”

I continued to jerk my penis without stopping, as Miyu, who should have wanted to be freed from the bitterness of my semen, waited for my ejaculation out of kindness.

Even Miyu’s kindness was an exciting factor for me. With my libido remaining unchanged from before ejaculation, I squeezed the last drop of semen from my testicles and pushed it all into my urethra.

“Ahh, Ahh… Ahh… I’m cumming, cumming… Haah, Haah…!! Ahhhh!!”

Byuru, byuruh, byukuh—!

I ejaculated for the second time, following my desires, and poured more of my semen into Miyu’s mouth without a second thought. Miyu caught the semen with her tongue until the very end, but her eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears.

“Haa… Miyu, you’re really cute when you do that…”

“Umuu…”

Miyu closed her mouth, looking dissatisfied. However, there was no sound of her swallowing.

“Can’t you drink it?”

I asked, and Miyu shook her head. Apparently, my semen is incredibly bitter, but for some reason, Miyu is the only one who can drink it. So, why doesn’t she swallow it?

“Are you enjoying it?”

Miyu didn’t shake her head up or down. It shouldn’t be enjoyable, but since this was the first time she had been given such a large amount of such thick semen, it was half correct to say that she was enjoying the sensation.

“Show me the inside of your mouth one more time.”

When I asked, Miyu opened her mouth and showed me the inside, still filled with semen. My white bodily fluid, full of sperm, was sticking to the inside of Miyu’s mouth.

“Stir it with your tongue.”

I asked her to do so, and Miyu mixed the semen with her tongue, giving me a disapproving look first.

This sister of mine really likes these naughty things, even though she says no.

“Miyu is too naughty, and now I’m horny again.”

“N-!”

At my words, Miyu closed her mouth quickly, fearing a third ejaculation, and swallowed the semen down her throat. Then, she frowned and cleared her throat a few times.

“How is it?”

“How? There’s nothing but a nasty taste that makes me feel sick when it gets stuck in my throat.”

And then, once again, the resentment. No matter how much thick semen I make her drink, Miyu only complains, never getting angry. Considering Miyu’s personality, she probably feels that she has a certain responsibility since she agreed to drink it. The phrase “seriously cute” was made for Miyu.

My cute little sister, without saying anything, fidgeted for a while before suddenly standing up.

“I’m going out for a bit.”

Miyu left the room without even looking at me, quickly opening the door. I was left alone, wondering what to do. Soon, the door opened again, and Miyu returned.

“Don’t leave this room, okay?”

“Eh, yeah. Sure.”

“Absolutely!”

Miyu closed the door firmly. If she had said not to rummage through the room, I would understand, but what did she mean by not leaving the room? Well, Miyu probably just went to gargle, and it wouldn’t take long.

I was relaxed, but more than ten minutes passed, and Miyu still hadn’t returned. Even if she was going to the toilet, it was too long. However, since she had told me so firmly not to leave, I couldn’t break the promise.

I was killing time with my smartphone when I realized that thirty minutes had passed. Waiting wasn’t painful, but I started to worry about Miyu’s safety since she was taking so long.

(What should I do… Miyu’s safety comes first, but… there’s no risk of an accident, is there…)

I was about to stop in front of the door and call out to Miyu without leaving the room when the doorknob turned from the other side, and Miyu finally appeared in front of me, her hands floating in the air.

“What are you doing?”

That should be my line.

“I was worried that you might have collapsed because you were taking so long. What took you so long?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

Despite taking thirty minutes, Miyu obviously avoided answering. Her face was flushed, with a faint pink color visible on her cheeks.

“Just go back to your original position.”

Pushed by Miyu, I returned to the room with her. The herbal tea on the table had completely cooled down. When I sat on the bed as instructed, Miyu pushed me further back and sat in front of me.

“When you sit in front of me like that, I want to hug you.”

“Then hug me.”

After being forced to watch my masturbation, Miyu becomes indifferent. And she becomes more tolerant of various things. If it’s allowed, there’s no reason not to, so I gently put my arms around her, making sure they didn’t touch her breasts. I felt Miyu’s body temperature all over me, and I was about to get an erection.

“Don’t men lose interest in girls after ejaculating?”

That was Miyu’s question about my crotch, which was twitching.

“I think most men do.”

“Why do you like girls so much, Onii-chan?”

“Well, it’s not so much that I like girls… it’s more that my sex drive has increased so much because of you…”

The old me, no matter how good a mood I was in, could only ejaculate three times a day at most. The next day after doing that, my libido would be empty. Even sex; I probably couldn’t have done it multiple times a day with Sachiko like I do now.

The amount of semen I ejaculate has increased abnormally since Miyu started watching me masturbate. Before that, I was just an ordinary man whose libido disappeared during the wise man’s time, and my male function was rather weak.

“It’s my fault…”

Miyu muttered, even though she didn’t know about my previous potency. But this smart sister of mine should have noticed that her brother’s libido was ignited because of her.

“Do you want to have sex with me, Onii-chan?”

Miyu finally asked me the question directly, even though she must have known the answer.

“Yes, I do.”

I spoke clearly. I couldn’t lie to this sister of mine, and there was no point in lying.

“I guess so.”

Miyu didn’t continue the conversation as expected. There was nothing else to say because the expected words had come out.

“You drink my semen, but you seem to have resistance to things like handjobs or touching things, but…”

I was pushed by something to ask Miyu the question.

“Have you never thought about having sex with me?”

Miyu’s feelings for me are not negative. That’s a fact. But the value of that number is not mentioned as being close to one or a hundred.

“Please stop asking such questions.”

Miyu stopped the conversation by scolding me. If she had denied it, I could have avoided unnecessary expectations. But I also couldn’t pursue it too much.

“Why don’t you like me, Miyu?”

“Even if you ask me that… I haven’t been shown any of your manly side.”

That’s true. Miyu is at a high enough level that she wouldn’t like me just by spending time with me as usual.

“Also, Onii-chan…”

Miyu continued in a quiet voice.

“The person in front of you is your blood-related little sister. So, you must not have thoughts about wanting to have sex with me.”

“Yeah…”

It’s absolutely right. There’s no room for denial.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Miyu let out a sigh, as if her tension had been released.

I may have worried her a lot.

“Regardless of whether you like me or not, what’s your evaluation of me as a man?”

“You’re an ordinary big brother. If I had to evaluate you, you’re a good-for-nothing, useless man.”

That’s right.

“But…”

Miyu added something unnecessary to her denial.

“There’s also the saying, ‘Home is where the heart is.'”

Miyu said that calmly. I could understand that it was an object that would make you want to hesitate at first glance. However, I, who had been pushing my libido on Miyu so much, had become a place of peace for her, which she could call home.

… It’s just a wordplay, right?

“Are you done with brushing my hair?”

Miyu suddenly asked me while I was concentrating on my thoughts. I had looked up online that brushing too much could be bad while waiting for Miyu to call me. But Miyu’s voice sounded a little disappointed when she asked.

“Can I do it a little more?”

“Home is where the heart is.” Thinking about the meaning of those words.

“Please do as much as you like.”

After such an honest conversation, to be spoken to in such a gentle voice…

My fingertips, touching her hair with the brush, became hot, and I felt a sense of frustration in the back of my throat.

As a man with little experience with women, I couldn’t find the right answer to this feeling I had never known before. But if I had to give a name to this emotion—it could be nothing other than a feeling of love. At that time, I already realized in my heart that this was the case.