My Little Sister Is the Best F*p Material - Volume 4 Chapter 11: The Secret of the Closet

Volume 4 Chapter 11: The Secret of the Closet

“Well then, Sotomichi-kun, get along with Miyu-chan, okay?”

Standing at the entrance, Yamamoto-san is bathed in sunlight, wearing her pajamas. She waves at me with a full smile, and this goddess is beautiful no matter what she wears.

“Thank you. And, well, Yamamoto-san… I wish you happiness too.”

“Hehe. Got it, understood.”

Yamamoto-san sees me off with a gentle voice until the end.

I bid farewell to the room where I spent a happy week. I wanted to relax more, but unfortunately, my phone’s schedule app reminded me that I had a part-time job today.

However, I’m not feeling burdened. Rather, I feel refreshed. Yamamoto-san helped me dress sharply in a suit, and even my heart feels straightened.

I’m heading straight to work, or so I’d like to, but I have luggage from my stay, so I need to go home first.

I hop on my bike, wobbling under the weight of my luggage, and return home. I place the luggage at the entrance and transfer valuables like my wallet to a small bag. Then, from the top of the stairs, only her face visible, Miyu greets me.

“Oh… welcome back? Onii-chan, wasn’t your part-time job until evening today?”

“I stayed at Yamamoto-san’s place, so I came back to drop off my luggage. I don’t have much time, so I’ll head out right away.”

“I see. Go ahead then. Be careful, okay?”

Miyu says that much and retreats to her room. It’s been a week, and I thought she might welcome me with a Hokkaido souvenir or something, but she was more distant than I expected.

Carrying a hint of loneliness on my back, I head to the bus stop. Thinking about it, Miyu’s attitude is normal. Until today, I’ve been spoiled by Yamamoto-san, so I’ve come to expect a warm welcome as a given.

This won’t do. I’ve become a decent man, and I need to be a capable Onii-chan so Miyu won’t be disappointed again.

As I ride the bus, I think about how to interact with Miyu from now on. Until now, I’ve prioritized my desires, and Miyu has handled—as she says, processed—my semen without complaint. She never seemed to mind, and I couldn’t control myself, so things just flowed that way.

Leaving things unclear and continuing this half-hearted relationship isn’t good. No matter how secretive Miyu is, we need to discuss how to separate our interactions as siblings and as a man and woman.

The bus arrives at the nearest station, and I head to the station with my electronic card in hand. My part-time job starts at eleven. Today, I’ll finish simple tasks like packing pamphlets, eat the provided lunch around noon, and then prepare the live venue.

…That’s right, isn’t it? Overcome with anxiety, I take out my phone. Come to think of it, the reminder email that should have been sent the day before hasn’t arrived yet. The schedule app does say I have a part-time job today, but since I entered it myself, I’m not confident it’s correct.

Just then, a notification sound—ping—signals an incoming email. It seems the reminder was delayed. Convinced, I hurry onto the train, not wanting to miss it.

(Is it really possible for a reminder email to be sent on the same day…?)

After the train departs, I anxiously check the email again. The venue name and start time are correct.

For some reason, I feel relieved. But no matter how I think about it, the date is off by one day. The power of assumption is troublesome. The fact that today’s tasks matched what I expected and my focus on tomorrow’s date made me mistakenly believe the incorrect information was right.

I realize my mistake after boarding the transfer train to my destination. Calmly checking again, the schedule app says I have a part-time job today, but the reminder email says it’s tomorrow.

At that moment, I’m confused, wondering if I might have scheduled two days of work. Unable to get off the train immediately, I finally call the dispatch company for confirmation after arriving at the live venue station.

“Yes, I’ve confirmed your staff ID. The job you’re registered for is tomorrow at eleven, and there’s no schedule for today. Shall I resend the details email?”

“Ah, no…! It’s okay. Thank you very much. Goodbye.”

After hanging up, I sigh deeply. It was indeed my scheduling mistake. No wonder the reminder email didn’t arrive. I should have noticed this mistake earlier.

Still, it couldn’t be helped yesterday. I wanted to share every moment of that happy time with Yamamoto-san. That’s why, when I messaged Miyu about today’s schedule, I just said, “Part-time job until evening tomorrow,” in a simple message.

“Sigh…”

I haven’t passed through the ticket gate yet. If I explain the situation to the station staff, they might be understanding, but the bus fare was wasted. And the time spent getting here.

But, looking at it positively, I’m saved. I didn’t miss the job. It’s much better to realize it a day early than a day late.

Besides, if I were at home, I’d probably just be playing games. Considering it as a change of pace and going out is healthier. If I weren’t pressed for time with the part-time job, I wouldn’t have known when to leave Yamamoto-san’s place. It’s not as bad as I thought.

I head to the opposite platform and return to my hometown station. Since the destination was far, I couldn’t pass through the gate for free, but I was only charged the entry fee.

It was a wasted trip, but I feel good. However, since I’m returning home so soon after leaving, it’s awkward to face Miyu, so I decide to eat lunch out before going back.

Thinking I might as well go somewhere I don’t usually visit, but also feeling it’s a waste to spend money on eating alone, I wander near a family restaurant.

Then, from behind, I hear a familiar voice.

“And, you know, Yuka said she wants to hang out during summer vacation. She’s only free in the latter half, but Haruka, you’ll be free then too, right? What do you think?”

“Sure.”

“Alright, I’ll add you to the group. Yuka wants to go karaoke, but I’m not really interested, so let’s wrap it up in an hour and then hit the clothing stores.”

“You should accommodate Yuka there.”

Hearing that voice, I turn around. There stands a girl with a terrifyingly perfect appearance and a lively girl with pigtails dancing in the air.

“Ah…”

“Gah!”

The moment she sees me, the pigtail girl hides behind the other girl. There stand Miyu’s friends, Haruka and Yuka.

“……Rapist.”

Yuka glares at me from behind Haruka. Miyu must have already told her. She did say she had no intention of keeping it a secret.

“About that… well, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t enough.”

Yuka shoots me a displeased look. True, I did force myself on her and took her virginity, so it’s not something that can be resolved with an apology. But my words didn’t carry much sincerity either. Yuka has a long history of causing Miyu trouble.

“What’s going on?”

Haruka looks annoyed at Yuka tugging on her clothes.

“Remember what I told you? He raped me. He’s Miyu’s Onii-chan.”

“Oh, Miyu mentioned that. So, he’s the Onii-chan.”

“Yeah. He’s the worst kind of man.”

Both Haruka and Yuka know me and are aware I’m Miyu’s Onii-chan.

Yuka hugs Haruka tightly from behind, her eyes filled with resentment toward me.

Then, Haruka grabs Yuka’s head, her thumb pressing hard on her temple.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!!”

“I’m a victim of your harassment too, you know.”

Yuka’s troublemaking wasn’t just directed at Miyu. The whole incident started because Yuka filmed Haruka naked.

“I apologized for that! This is a separate issue!”

Yuka, holding her head with both hands, still glares at me.

Ignoring Yuka, Haruka turns to me.

“What are you doing here, Onii-chan?”

“Me? Right now?”

“Yes.”

Aware of the surrounding passersby, Haruka takes a step closer to me. Her perfectly sculpted yet still youthful features are adorably captivating.

“Ah, well… um…”

It’s embarrassing to say I got the wrong day for my part-time job. But I can’t just say I was wandering around in a suit either.

“I’m heading to work, so I thought I’d grab something to eat first.”

“Are you eating here?”

Haruka points to the family restaurant next to us.

“That’s right.”

As I reply, Yuka, who was scolded and holding her head, speaks up.

“Oh, really? We’re about to eat too. As an apology, you should treat us.”

Yuka angrily demands from me.

Haruka pats her head.

“Your body is so cheap if rape can be forgiven with a family restaurant meal.”

“Shut up! I’ll order a 200-gram sirloin steak with a drink bar and a parfait for dessert!”

And so, I end up treating Yuka to lunch.

We enter the restaurant and are seated in the back, with Yuka and Haruka sitting across from me.

“A 200-gram sirloin steak! With a drink bar! And a parfait for dessert!”

“Make sure you finish it all.”

“Of course! I’ll even order seconds!”

Yuka orders extravagantly, as if to vent her frustration. Even with all that, it won’t cost more than 5,000 yen, but is that enough as compensation for rape?

“Really, I’m sorry…”

I apologize properly, at least. Despite our various circumstances, what I did was inexcusable.

“You should be. Ejaculating like that was stupid.”

Yuka frowns, resting her cheek on her hand and gazing out the window.

Five condoms’ worth, filled to the brim. And in the end, Yuka was made to drink it all. I thought she had completely lost her mind back then, but surprisingly, she seems fine now.

“Why did you even use a condom if it was with me?”

Yuka glares at me irritably. Haruka is sitting next to her, but she knows the circumstances, so it’s fine.

“If you had done it raw, by now, I’d be carrying Miyu’s child…”

Yuka gently rubs her stomach as if cherishing it.

“Even if that happened, it would still be my child.”

Now that I think about it, she was crazy from the start. Looking back, it was obvious from her interactions with Miyu back then. I’ll stop trying to understand her with a normal mindset.

“Haruka, you were traveling with Miyu until yesterday, right?”

“You can call me Haruka. We went to Hokkaido. Didn’t you hear?”

“Yeah, I heard. You two stayed for a week, right?”

“That’s right.”

“How was the trip?”

I can guess what they did, but I haven’t heard it directly from Miyu.

“It wasn’t just about doing lewd things. At least, not on the surface.”

Haruka takes a sip of water, looking slightly annoyed. So, Miyu and Haruka did do those kinds of things, but it wasn’t the main purpose. The “on the surface” part sounds suspicious, though.

“Don’t give me that. You’re full of lust.”

Yuka leans against Haruka with a smirk and, right in front of me, lifts Haruka’s skirt, stroking her exposed thighs. Pure white panties catch my eye, and I quickly look away.

“Do you have a vibrator in there today, Miss?”

Yuka playfully snuggles up to Haruka, but Haruka completely ignores her. She casually picks up her pouch, fiddles with something inside, and then, under the table, takes something out and suddenly pounces on Yuka.

“Hey, Haruka! What are you—mmph… ah…!”

Yuka’s voice turns sultry. What are these two doing in a public place like this?

“Stop it, hey, not there… mmph… ah…! No, if you put it in… ahh…!”

Haruka inserts something she took out of her pouch into Yuka’s skirt.

I pray no one passes by the nearby restroom and, with a blank mind, glance at the two girls entwined, moaning softly in the corner of the family restaurant. What should I do in this situation?

“Eh, wha… mmph… huh… something’s touching…! No… if you insert it… ahh…!”

In the corner of the family restaurant, the girls moan and wriggle, and this is too stimulating for me. What should I do?

“Mmph…! Hyah, it’s… going in… hyan! Ah… deep… kyah… ah, ahh…!”

It seems Haruka is inserting something into Yuka. Given the situation, it’s clear Haruka is inserting an adult toy into Yuka’s vagina.

Does Haruka always carry such things around? Despite her innocent appearance, it’s probably true that she even uses vibrators on herself and other girls during school tests.

“Ugh… what… is this…”

After their intimate moment ends, there’s a faint click, and Haruka sits up as if nothing happened.

“Hah… fuu… ugh… it won’t come out…”

Yuka reaches into her skirt, trying to pull something out, but it seems she can’t remove it herself.

“If you try to pull it out forcefully, it’ll hurt like hell.”

Haruka picks up her pouch again. Between her index and middle fingers is a small key. It seems she’s used this key to lock the dildo-like object inside Yuka, preventing it from being removed.

“Give me that key… mmph… mng… Mmph…!!”

The moment Yuka reaches for the key, a faint vibration starts, and she writhes in agony, her back arching. She desperately covers her mouth to muffle her voice, trembling violently.

“Hah… yah… mmm…! N, no… stop… please…!”

Yuka pleads in a raspy voice, her breathing ragged. Haruka gives her a cold stare. It’s clearly a remote-controlled vibrator. What should I do? The waiter is about to bring the food. Should I escape to the restroom?

“Hah… hahyu… fuh… ahh… please… Haruka… ugh… guh…!”

“Stop harassing people in public.”

“Hah… hah… I’ll stop… I promise…”

Yuka collapses face-first onto the table after Haruka finally turns off the vibrator.

I’m genuinely worried about these girls’ futures.

“Sorry for the unpleasant scene.”

“Yeah… keep it moderate.”

I manage to suppress my growing arousal through sheer willpower. A man getting fully erect in front of two middle school girls is definitely a police matter. Especially since I’m in a suit, I might end up in a detention cell if I’m not careful.

The table falls silent, and the waiter brings our food. I awkwardly cross my legs to hide my bulge and start eating once the waiter leaves. Despite the thick sirloin steak in front of her, Yuka’s expression remains gloomy.

“Haruka, can you take this out? My stomach feels weird…”

“To prevent mischief, I’ll leave it in for today.”

“Huh!? If I walk around with this inside, it’ll feel weird!”

“It’s your own fault. And if you leave any food, I’ll make you buy an erotic magazine from the nearby convenience store with this still inside. If you run, I won’t give you the key.”

This is the kind of conversation these young girls are having. It’s not good for my libido, so I wish they’d stop.

“I can’t buy those kinds of magazines yet! Think about my age!”

“Just beg me to let you buy it, saying you’ll do anything.”

“But if I beg like that with this inside, I’ll definitely get raped…!”

“Then just treat me to another family restaurant lunch.”

Haruka is as ruthless as the rumors say. To speak so casually about such things, she’s as cold as Miyu, an ice queen.

“That’s… Haruka…”

“Just eat quietly.”

When Haruka reaches for her pouch again, Yuka’s body twitches.

“Ugh…! Y, yes…!”

After that, Yuka finally quiets down. Who’s the villain in this exchange? No, it’s beyond such simple judgments.

“Is this how it always is?”

“No. Probably, Yuka got carried away because you’re here, Onii-chan.”

Yuka looks like she wants to say something as she cuts her steak with a knife, but she doesn’t speak up.

Haruka and I ordered Japanese-style pasta. Watching Haruka eat gracefully without making a sound, I also try to eat politely. I’ve been eating with Miyu for a long time and have learned to eat neatly.

“Um, I’m not sure how to phrase this appropriately, but… if the trip wasn’t mainly about erotic things, what else did you do?”

“Unfortunately, that’s the part I can’t talk about.”

“Something more secret than a physical relationship…”

“Exactly. It’s Miyu’s biggest secret.”

Haruka speaks proudly, and Yuka listens with interest. But Yuka keeps rubbing her inner thighs and breathing heavily, clearly distracted by the object inside her.

What kind of secret is more important than their intimate activities? Well, for them, physical contact between girls might be too common to hide. After all, they just did something similar right in front of me.

“But Miyu will probably tell you eventually, Onii-chan.”

“She will…?”

“You two seem to be getting along well lately.”

Haruka gives me a meaningful smile. She knows about me and Miyu, doesn’t she?

Thinking about it, is it okay? Miyu is Haruka’s precious partner. Yuka said Haruka and Miyu aren’t in a romantic relationship, but Haruka’s attachment to Miyu is undeniable.

“Does it not bother you that I’m getting close to Miyu?”

“It doesn’t. It’s better for Miyu’s happiness. Of course, I was a bit surprised when I heard about it recently. But I always thought this would happen eventually, so it makes sense.”

Her deliberate omission of details makes her words hard to interpret. Still, Haruka’s voice shows no resentment. She seems genuinely happy for me and Miyu to get closer.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes. Miyu is still special, but I have other partners too.”

Haruka answers calmly, covering her mouth with a napkin. Right, she’s a serious lesbian. The mysterious older sisters who sponsored their trip are probably among her partners.

“So, please don’t hold back. Miyu will want it too, eventually.”

Haruka speaks confidently. Can I really believe that Miyu wants to get closer to me?

“Well, she’ll want it eventually, but not right away. It depends on your approach, Onii-chan.”

“I see.”

I feel like I shouldn’t ignore Haruka’s words. Given the context, “getting closer” means sexually. If Miyu will want it eventually, does that mean she really has feelings for me…?

“Um, what are you two talking about?”

Yuka, unable to bear the loneliness, tugs at Haruka’s shirt, asking for details. She’s much more subdued after the earlier punishment.

“We’re talking about how Yuka needs to find a new partner soon.”

“I’m trying, okay?”

“I don’t see any effort.”

“They said it’s fine until middle school.”

Yuka looks a bit lonely, narrowing her lips. I see, that’s the arrangement. Despite everything, I want these three to stay close.

“S, so… I finished eating, can I have the key now…?”

I notice Yuka has finished her steak. She did well with something inside her.

Haruka, sensing Yuka’s sincerity, hands over the key. She tells Yuka to remove and wash it in the restroom. Yuka complies, walking unsteadily to the restroom.

“While Yuka’s gone, I want to confirm something. You said earlier—about getting closer—you meant sexually, right…?”

“Yes. Since I already know you and Miyu are doing erotic things, you don’t need to hide it from me.”

“Oh, I see.”

Her calm attitude isn’t just for show. I can’t understand how she’s okay with her partner being with another man.

“My partners are often married women, so it doesn’t bother me. No problem.”

“I see… that’s good.”

It’s good for Haruka, but for married women, having an affair with a minor is a crime, so there are definitely problems.

“Before Yuka comes back, I have one thing to tell you, Onii-chan.”

Haruka straightens up, raising her index finger.

“Don’t tell Miyu you heard this from me. It’s a personal gift.”

“Understood. I won’t promise absolutely, but I’ll keep it in mind.”

I can’t lie to Miyu. It might slip out in casual conversation.

“That’s enough. Listen carefully, I’ll only say this once.”

Haruka leans forward, her face close to mine. I lean in too, resting my arms on the table.

Haruka looks at me seriously.

Then, her expression softens into a bright smile.

“During the trip, Miyu was full of smiles and so cute.”

Hearing that, I fall silent for a moment.

“I see.”

It’s just bragging. Damn. Like Yuka, I feel a twinge of jealousy hearing that.

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

Haruka leans back, looking satisfied. Yuka returns, handing Haruka the oddly shaped toy and a strangely stretched-out condom.

“Why did you wash the condom too?”

“Um, I thought it might be useful.”

“It won’t be. Do you know what condoms are for?”

Haruka reluctantly puts the dildo and used condom into her pouch.

The teddy bear must have been used to muffle sounds while sharing toys. Now I understand why Miyu kept condoms in her room. Probably, similar interactions happened routinely next to my room, just like today.

After receiving the mysterious hint from Haruka, I watched the girls finish their parfait, paid the bill, and parted ways. They were heading back into the city, and since I’d lied about having a job, I sneaked home without being seen returning to the bus stop.

What would Miyu’s reaction be if I returned home so early and said I’d messed up my work schedule? Would she scold me with a “You’re such an idiot” look, or just say, “Oh, I see,” and leave it at that? Either way, it’d probably be a dry response.

Lost in such aimless thoughts, I cautiously entered the house, only to find Miyu nowhere in sight. The air conditioning was set so low that it felt freezing to my sweat-soaked body. It’s unusual for Miyu to leave the AC on in an unused room. And 22 degrees? That’s way too cold.

I grabbed a drink from the fridge to cool down. Miyu might have forgotten to turn off the AC, but the living room and bathroom doors were left open, and even the bathroom fan, which is always on in summer, was off. Since we only use the living room downstairs, it seemed like Miyu had intentionally left everything on to cool the entire house.

Such small inconsistencies made my mind race. It all started with Miyu’s call last night. Why did she insist on confirming my schedule? Her behavior this morning was also suspicious. She came to the stairs but didn’t fully show herself, only asking about my part-time job.

Which means… No, I can’t think like that. I’m just being paranoid. There’s no way Miyu would do something indecent while I’m out.

I told myself to calm down. If there’s no response when I say “I’m home,” I’d assume she’s out.

As I stepped onto the stairs, a chill ran down my spine, different from the AC’s cold air. It wasn’t intuition but a faint, unmistakable sound in the silent house. Combined with the strange situation, it triggered an unconscious sense of danger.

(There’s nothing, right? Why am I so tense? Miyu’s probably just tired from the trip and sleeping.)

I froze, confirming there were no sounds, then forced myself to climb the stairs. As I stepped onto the second floor—

“──Mmph… haa… han…!”

A moan reached my ears. My heart raced, and my breath caught. My heightened senses, ignoring my inner voice telling me not to listen, focused on the distant sound.

The voice stopped. I was gasping for air, as if I’d just sprinted up the stairs. Was it an auditory hallucination? Or did Miyu stop because she heard me come in? My heart was still pounding. I couldn’t move, even though the sounds had stopped.

(Calm down… It’s nothing. She can’t have brought a guy in, and it’s not like she’d be with anyone but Haruka or Yuka…)

The moan wasn’t a hallucination. My perverse mind must have imagined it.

“Alright.”

I tried to act casual as I walked down the hallway. I reached for the doorknob to my room.

Click.

Almost simultaneously, the door to Miyu’s room opened.

“Huh—?!”

I forced myself to look at Miyu’s room, my heart pounding. Standing there was Miyu—or someone I couldn’t recognize as Miyu, dressed in an unbelievable outfit.

A choker with a cross pendant, a tight waist-cinching jumper skirt, frilly shirtsleeves, and thin nylon thigh-highs with garters. Her lips were red, and her long black hair had loose curls. She looked like a fairy-tale princess, holding a plush teddy bear.

It was a perfectly crafted, full-on Lolita fashion.

“M…iyu…?”

I managed to whisper her name.

There was no doubt it was Miyu, despite the outfit.

“Oh, Onii-chan. You’re back.”

Miyu’s reaction was surprisingly normal.

“Yeah, I’m home.”

We exchanged no further words. I stepped aside to let Miyu pass. As she walked by, her sweet perfume tickled my nose—and then, a searing pain exploded in my abdomen.

“Gah—?!”

In the stretched moments of consciousness, I analyzed what happened. Miyu’s right fist had struck my solar plexus with perfect accuracy, momentarily knocking me out.

Miyu is light and not very muscular, so such a powerful strike at zero distance seemed impossible. But my stretched consciousness replayed the scene in detail.

What seemed like a neutral punch actually had significant acceleration. Her puffy skirt hid the fact that she’d twisted her waist as she passed me. The high-waisted skirt rotated first, and the skirt flipped a beat later due to inertia. This buildup was the launch point for her fist. It wasn’t a strike from zero but carried the energy of her step. Miyu had delivered that full-force blow to my completely unsuspecting solar plexus.

I blacked out, only realizing my head had hit the door afterward.

I woke to sharp pain in my head and abdomen. It wasn’t a dream. The damage was real, as was Miyu in her sweet Lolita outfit.

“I’m so sorry! I hit you perfectly. Are you okay? No bumps on your head? I’m really sorry…”

“I’m fine. It hurts like hell, but it’s not a serious injury.”

“Really? Okay then…”

Miyu looked down, her shoulders slumping.

“I’ll make it up to you. Please forgive me…”

“It’s okay. I’m fine. Are you okay, Miyu?”

“I’m fine. Sorry.”

Miyu kept apologizing, her lips pressed tightly, holding back something.

“If there’s something you want to say, tell me.”

Miyu wasn’t just embarrassed. Despite her need for secrecy, she wouldn’t normally strike someone. When she hit me, there was something more impulsive, almost like malice.

“Well, if I must say…”

Miyu’s sullen face hardened as she glared at me.

“I mean, no matter what, eavesdropping on your sister’s… s-solo play… is just wrong.”

Miyu’s anger reached its peak but dissipated like air, leaving her looking helpless. She fiddled with her fingers, looking adorably nervous.

“Uh… er…”

So that moan wasn’t a hallucination.

“I realized my schedule was wrong near work, so I came back just now. I didn’t know Miyu was… doing that.”

It might have been a cruel or insensitive response, but lying wouldn’t help Miyu.

“Hah… wah…”

“But I did come in quietly! That’s my fault!”

Miyu’s long eyelashes fluttered, her eyes welling up. And then—

She burst into tears, collapsing onto my knees.

“I’m so sorry… I’ll make amends…!”

“It’s okay! Don’t push yourself! Miyu’s too hard on herself! It’s obviously my fault, so you can be angrier! Heck, if you pushed me down the stairs to make me forget, I’d understand!”

No matter how much I tried to comfort her, Miyu wouldn’t listen.

I’d genuinely made her cry. This was bad. My Onii-chanly authority was on the line.

“Listen! I think it’s great! I love it, and I totally get why you’d get turned on in that outfit! And Miyu, you look amazing in it! I always thought you’d look perfect in Lolita fashion!”

I grabbed Miyu’s shoulders, pleading with her. She didn’t react much, but my words seemed to reach her.

“Ugh… Onii-chan’s such an idiot…”

Miyu slowly calmed down. I wasn’t sure what was “normal,” but her lashing out was healthier than her self-recrimination.

“I’m an idiot and a pervert. And I’m pretty turned on by your outfit.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Ah, right. But thanks.”

Miyu wiped her tears, smiling shyly.

“Let’s go inside and calm down.”

I patted her shoulder, and Miyu picked up the teddy bear from the floor, standing up. Her Lolita outfit was stunning, but the tight bust emphasized by the ribbons was intimidating.

“So, your closet is full of these outfits?”

Miyu nodded at my question about the secret of her closet.

“Wow! Can I see them?”

Given that she’d kept this secret for five years, Miyu didn’t nod right away.

“As an apology…”

Miyu obsesses over debts when she messes up. Offering a condition to settle it would ease her mind. Given all she’s done for me, an apology wasn’t necessary, but this was about her perspective.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

Miyu spoke as we entered her room. Her paler skin, curled eyelashes, and frilly outfit were breathtakingly cute.

“Just the clothes, right?”

“Huh? Yeah, that’s fine.”

There’s nothing else in here that would interest me. My guess was pretty close, though. The frilly, sweet Lolita fashion was a surprise, but it’s still cosplay-like. I’m excited to see what other outfits she has.

Miyu opened her room’s door, and I followed her in. Just as she was about to enter, she slammed the door shut with a loud bang that echoed through the house.

“Did you see…?”

Miyu turned and asked me. I wanted to say I didn’t see anything because it was too fast, but unfortunately…

“Uh… yeah…”

I had seen it. The freshly discarded panties, the full-length mirror, and the small vibrator she’d apparently just used, all left out in her room.

“The panties and the small toy.”

I wish I could have lied. A kind lie, you know? But I just couldn’t.

“Just that?”

Miyu asked unexpectedly. There wasn’t anything else in the room that she’d be embarrassed about me seeing, aside from the vibrator.

“Really, just that. I didn’t see anything else.”

“I see. Okay then. I’ll clean up, so wait a moment.”

Miyu entered the room, her long, fluffy hair swaying.

What did she mean by that question? Did she not care if I saw the vibrator? I mean, I already knew she’d been doing that, and honestly, it didn’t shock me that much.

“Come in.”

After a few minutes, I entered Miyu’s room. The distracting items had been removed, making it a more comfortable space for me. But something still felt off. There was something else in the room that Miyu really didn’t want me to see.

Well, no use overthinking it. The priority now is the closet. I’m finally going to see the secret she said would end our relationship if I opened it. Miyu approached the closet, and I held my breath behind her.

“Actually, let’s not.”

“Huh?!”

“Yeah, this is too much. I was going to show it to you half-heartedly, but if I open this, my life will be over. And I’ll want to die.”

“Ugh…”

After coming this far, she’s holding back now? The secret’s already practically out, so why hide it now?

“Even as an apology, it’s a no?”

I didn’t want to pressure her like this, but I was so curious. Aside from the jumper skirt she’s wearing, what other Lolita outfits does she have? What kind of outfits does she wear to get in the mood? I had to know.

“I’ll make it up to you in other ways! I’ll do anything, so… please? Onii-chan?”

Miyu pressed her chest against me, pleading with puppy eyes. The lace headband made her look even more irresistible.

“Anything as an apology?”

“Yeah, anything. You’ll probably ask for something naughty, right? I understand you, Onii-chan, so it’s okay.”

Miyu leaned in closer, her determination clear. She’d go this far to keep the closet a secret.

“You’d probably want me to… give you a blowjob, right?”

“Well… yeah…”

If Miyu offered to give me a blowjob, I’d gladly accept. But given the situation, I wanted to ask for something she’d usually refuse.

“Rather than that… what if I… licked Miyu’s… you know…”

I voiced my slightly ambitious wish.

Miyu’s face paled, and she pulled back.

“No! Absolutely not!”

She rejected me with incredible force, as if I’d suggested something disgusting. What happened to “anything”?

“Is it that bad?”

“Yes, it is. I’d rather die than let you do that.”

“You don’t have to be that extreme…”

Miyu’s fine with doing it but refuses to be on the receiving end. That just makes it more valuable as an apology.

“Please, ask for something else… Like, a blowjob. I can manage that. You’ve wanted it for a while, right?”

“That’s true, but…”

If Miyu offered a blowjob, I’d be thrilled. But in this situation, I wanted to push for something more.

“If it’s in exchange for the closet secret… what if I licked you…”

“I’ll do anything else!”

Miyu’s refusal was immediate and intense.

“You’re fine with Haruka doing it, right? Why is it so different with me?”

I didn’t know the details of her activities with Haruka, but given how developed Miyu’s body is, she couldn’t be just the receiver.

“Haruka’s different. It’s business, and she’s special.”

“Special? How?”

“Look at her! She’s incredibly cute.”

That’s undeniable.

“When she wears cute clothes, it’s like the world changes. She’s perfect, so I don’t even feel envious. Plus, she has no extra fat around her chest.”

Miyu glanced resentfully at her own bust. I prefer Miyu’s figure, though.

“Haruka’s a perfect Lolita angel. She’s also my business partner who lends me these clothes.”

“So that’s how it works…”

Haruka’s modeling must be for high-end Lolita fashion. Miyu trades her body for clothes she couldn’t afford otherwise. Which means…

“So, you trade your body for these clothes?”

“Basically, yes.”

That’s terrible, Miyu. Don’t phrase it like that. Trading your body for clothes between girls is unacceptable.

“Like, one month’s rental for three sessions with Haruka? Something like that?”

“Roughly, yes. The details are more complicated, though.”

“What’s so complicated?”

“I’d rather show you my solo play than explain that. It’s that bad.”

“It’s that bad…”

Let’s drop this topic. I get it now. Miyu’s obsession with cute clothes is maintained this way.

“So, the closet is full of Lolita clothes, right? You’re already wearing one, so why hide it?”

“I said it’s fine if it’s just the clothes.”

Miyu replied with a complex expression. She did say it was okay if it was just the clothes. So, the real secret isn’t the clothes but something else.

“Is it really that important?”

Miyu asked weakly.

“Very.”

I couldn’t lie about that. I’d be curious for a while if she kept hiding it.

“Then stand here, by the closet.”

Miyu led me right in front of the closet, so close I’d bump into it if she opened it.

“Don’t move.”

Miyu warned me, then opened the closet she’d been so reluctant to show.

“Wow…”

It was breathtaking. Clearly high-quality Lolita outfits, not cheap knockoffs, lined the closet. Many were conceptual, like maid or devil-themed outfits, likely from Haruka.

“This is amazing…”

About twenty Lolita outfits hung in the closet. Enough to open a small shop. Each was meticulously crafted. The most striking was a Gothic dress.

“This Gothic dress is gorgeous… And that wedding-level dress in the back—how much does this cost…?”

Black geometric lace over a modest petticoat, with a voluminous skirt. The collar was tied with a necktie, and a black rose headband with ribbons hung down. It was a top-tier Gothic Lolita outfit.

“I made this one…”

Miyu said shyly but proudly.

“What? No way! This isn’t something you can make alone!”

“Well, I designed it and had a professional handle the basics. I added the decorations myself…”

“You could make money with this skill instead of selling yourself…”

She could have earned money with freelance work or helping at Haruka’s office.

“I use that money for everyday clothes and living expenses. Plus, Haruka gives me more than just clothes.”

Right, Haruka and her sponsors handled the travel arrangements.

“That’s it. You’re satisfied now, right?”

“Yeah, I am.”

It was surprising, but was it worth hiding so desperately? The real secret must be something else.

Miyu closed the closet, letting out a sigh of relief. She seemed satisfied with how things turned out.

“The other closet has your regular clothes, right?”

“Yeah, no problem looking in there.”

The closets were separated. The front section had familiar outerwear and skirts, with plastic boxes of innerwear below.

At the edge, a wooden box about arm-sized stood out, not blending in with the rest.

“What’s in that wooden box?”

“Hmm? Oh, this. Do you remember, Onii-chan?”

Miyu took out the wooden box and showed me its contents. In her hands was a child’s dress, a bright sunflower-colored dress.

“Ah… that’s Miyu’s elementary school entrance gift!”

It was the one I asked Mom for, giving up my birthday during Miyu’s tyrant days. I’m surprised she still has it.

“I liked the color, so I thought about repurposing it, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

It’s been almost ten years since she got it, but the dress is in great condition, with no signs of damage. She must have taken good care of it.

“Back then, you used to wear cute clothes like this every day, but you stopped at some point.”

“The school teacher told me not to wear it. Mom agreed too.”

“Was it in third grade? That incident?”

“You remember well.”

Right. She was already standing out in such bright clothes, and then she beat up several boys. No wonder the teachers and parents pressured her. A child under ten couldn’t handle that.

“That’s all in my closet. Are you satisfied?”

“If I’m greedy, I’d love to see you in other outfits too.”

“Mmm… Maybe someday.”

Miyu said with a hint of a smile, then kicked me out of her room to change into casual clothes. I couldn’t hide my grin, so I went to my room, turned on the AC, and waited in the living room for it to cool down.

I’m glad she still loves those kinds of clothes. It’s surprising she was doing… that in them, but seeing her love for cute things makes me happy.

I lay on the sofa, but sitting up in a suit was uncomfortable. As I tried to get up, my abdomen throbbed again. The damage hasn’t fully healed. Miyu really hit me hard. It’s rare for her to lose control like that. Maybe she was too excited in that outfit.

The living room was still cold since all the doors were closed. I wonder why Miyu cooled the house so much. Is that outfit really that hot? She was still in Lolita clothes when we met upstairs, so she must have had a reason to come downstairs. But since she’s changing, it’s okay to adjust the temperature, right?

I picked up the remote from the magazine rack. I noticed it was left out, not in its usual spot on the wall. Usually, Miyu gets mad if it’s not in its place. Why was it here? As I wondered, a square box caught my eye behind the sofa. A flat rectangular box, about the size of my middle finger’s first joint. Inside was an album.

I sat on the sofa and took it out. The cover and spine had no title, just vine patterns on white. Only the date in the bottom right corner: the period when Miyu and Haruka were traveling.

I was curious about the contents but couldn’t bring myself to open it. Seeing inside might hurt Miyu.

As I hesitated, a loud bang came from upstairs. Miyu must have slammed her door again. Then, heavy footsteps—thud, thud—as she rushed downstairs.

“Onii-chan—!!”

Miyu dove onto the sofa, snatching the album. Her tackle, in just a T-shirt and visible panties, hit my already injured abdomen.

“Ugh… M…iyu…”

“Ahh, sorry! So sorry!”

Miyu apologized again. I understand her situation, but this deserves extra amends.

“Did you… see it?”

Miyu asked, looking scared.

“No, I didn’t. I took it out of the box but didn’t open it. I swear.”

Miyu can tell if I’m lying. If I’m honest, she’ll know.

“Really…?”

Miyu stared into my eyes, searching for any sign of a lie.

“I didn’t look. I was curious, but I thought it would upset you, so I didn’t.”

I met her gaze, making sure she understood.

“Oh… I see…”

Miyu relaxed, collapsing onto me.

“Ugh… Thank goodness… Thank you, Onii-chan…”

She rubbed her head against my stomach, her apologies turning into gratitude. Her head bumping my ribs hurt, but I couldn’t push her away—she’s too adorable.

After a while, Miyu sat up, took a deep breath, and stood with the album. She looked relieved.

“Thank you, Onii-chan.”

“You’re welcome.”

Miyu’s outburst tired me, but it’s my fault for messing up my schedule. I can’t blame her entirely.

“To avoid misunderstandings, I’ll ask: Is the album photos from your trip? With Haruka, in outfits like today’s?”

The album’s contents were predictable. The date, the shared closet secret, and Miyu’s Lolita fashion—it all pointed to one thing.

The “main purpose” of their trip was probably a photoshoot. If I guessed right, Miyu might think I saw the album if I mentioned it later. So, I needed to ask now, while she knows I haven’t seen it.

“What are you talking about?”

Miyu stopped, acting clueless.

“The album…?”

“There’s no album.”

Miyu insisted, holding the large album.

“Onii-chan.”

She spoke firmly.

“There was no album in the living room. Got it?”

“Uh… yes.”

Seems like I shouldn’t mention it. Miyu, shivering in her bare legs, returned upstairs.

“Sigh…”

I lay back on the sofa, not caring about wrinkling my suit. So, the real secret was the album, not the clothes. Probably, the closet’s floor held albums of past photoshoots. Miyu didn’t want me to see them, so she kept me close to the closet.

But why hide it so desperately? It’s just cosplay. I’m an otaku, so she should know I’d understand.

I wanted to see that album. It must have Miyu in cute outfits, smiling brightly. That’s why Haruka hinted at it. The innocent, genuine Miyu must be in there.

Though now she’s into naughtier things. Wearing such sweet outfits while indulging in lewd acts. Does she feel the same excitement I do?

Does she do those things with Haruka in those outfits? Probably.

The trip’s purpose was half photoshoot, half intimacy. Hence, “on the surface.”

Or maybe both?

Then, the album’s true contents…

“Huh—?!”

No.

I was wrong.

Fundamentally wrong.

Lolita outfits, sex, and the album—Miyu’s panic over me seeing the vibrator, panties, and full-length mirror.

The closet’s secret wasn’t the clothes or album.

What Miyu truly hid was—