My Little Sister Is the Best F*p Material - Volume 5 Chapter 8: The Off-Meeting Overtime

Volume 5 Chapter 8: The Off-Meeting Overtime

I found myself alone with Yuka in a karaoke private room’s toilet, after she was punished with an electric dildo and squirted. In this cramped space, Yuka was straddling the Western-style toilet backward, gasping for breath.

Despite the absurdity of the situation, I’ve grown numb to it. It’s disheartening to realize this. Miyu and the others must have been dealing with this for a long time.

Lacking the confidence to resolve this bizarre situation on my own, I decided to call Miyu for help, as she and Yuka were apparently at the karaoke together. I pulled out my phone and dialed Miyu, who answered after one ring.

“Miyu, I have a question.”

“About Yuka? She mentioned she saw you earlier. Are you still with her?”

“As you can imagine.”

My perceptive sister, or perhaps this was all part of the plan.

“Yuka’s been punished in a game and squirted in the fourth-floor toilet. I’ll carry her to your room, so could you tell me the room number?”

Miyu and the others should be on the same floor as the toilet, so carrying one girl shouldn’t be too difficult. However, when I asked, Miyu didn’t respond immediately.

“Did you remove the vibrator?”

After a brief pause, Miyu asked an unexpected question.

“It was just a game, right? She’s already squirted, so why not forgive her?”

I understand that Yuka’s usual punishments are harsh, but still, it’s just a game.

“That woman proposed the game, set her own punishment, taunted us relentlessly, and then lost miserably. She tried to leave without paying for food or the room.”

She’s even worse than I imagined. I can’t sympathize with her at all.

“Uuu… That’s because… Miyu cheated with her boobs…”

“I didn’t.”

It seems Yuka could hear our conversation, and she started whining while wiping her nose.

“I thought Yuka had reflected on her pranks?”

When we talked at the net cafe, Yuka seemed genuinely changed. I felt a joy akin to parental pride, thinking she was on the right track.

“Shut up.”

Instead of her usual defiance, Yuka responded with a hollow retort to my question.

“Fine, you handle her punishment. Just do whatever you want.”

Miyu’s unexpected words made Yuka, who could hear us, react immediately.

“I don’t want that! You promised not to force me anymore, didn’t you, Onii-san?”

At the net cafe, I promised Yuka I wouldn’t force her into anything. Though I had no intention of going all the way, I genuinely wanted to be kind to her back then.

“Why does Yuka keep doing bad things?”

These punishments are unethical. Yet, among Miyu and our classmates, they’re accepted as normal.

The reason is clear. Yuka, despite her protests, accepts these punishments. Worse, she even seems to provoke others into punishing her.

If she truly hated it, she wouldn’t resist so weakly. She knows that if she behaved, Miyu and the others wouldn’t go this far.

“It’s a misunderstanding. I just went outside for fresh air because my luck was bad.”

“Then why did you take all your belongings?”

“It’s a security issue.”

Though she says this, it’s clear Yuka acknowledges her fault. Her attitude doesn’t seek justification.

“Alright, Onii-chan. I’ll leave the rest to you.”

“Is that okay? This feels like the same situation as with Yamamoto-san.”

During the net cafe call, Miyu’s words implied permission for me and Yuka to have sex. When I went to Yamamoto-san’s room, Miyu said it was fine even if we ended up having sex. So, her words about Yuka weren’t a joke.

“I’ll explain the details later.”

Miyu ended the call with that. There’s definitely something behind this.

“Huh? What happened?”

“Miyu said she’ll leave Yuka’s punishment to me.”

“Really!? Yes!”

Yuka looked at me happily, her smirk saying, “He’s so easy to manipulate.” Alright, time to punish her.

“I won’t overlook the trouble you caused Miyu and the others.”

“It was just 2,000 yen. What’s the big deal? And I’ve already been punished, haven’t I? Imagine if someone else had seen me like that.”

“I understand your point, but Yuka, you need to learn to reflect on your actions.”

Yuka rarely makes valid arguments, yet I find myself almost agreeing with her. I don’t know what kind of ability she has, but she can somehow make her absurd claims seem reasonable. I can’t let her take control.

“Raise your waist. I’m going to punish you.”

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

I turned on the electric dildo to threaten her, but Yuka wasn’t intimidated—she looked annoyed. It’s frustrating to be looked down on by her.

“You won’t make me obey with that method.”

“But you have no choice. I’m stronger, and while I don’t want to, I could take compromising photos of you naked and use them to threaten you…”

“No!”

Yuka suddenly spun around, sitting properly on the toilet seat, and started explaining passionately.

“If you’re going to say that, just do it! Threaten me after you’ve done it! That’s what Miyu would do! She’d strip me naked, make me stand on my tiptoes over the toilet, and say, ‘If you can orgasm five times without falling, I’ll forgive you,’ and keep going until I admit all my faults!”

“My sister is terrifying…”

She must have been a yakuza boss in her past life. I could never do something like that.

“Do you understand now? Onii-san isn’t cut out for punishment. So…?”

Yuka blinked rapidly, as if saying, “You get it, right?” But I have no idea what she’s talking about.

“Let’s sneak out to a love hotel and have some sexy time?”

“I absolutely refuse.”

“Then a net cafe?”

“It’s not about the location!”

This isn’t working. I need to punish Yuka without giving in to her.

“Why do something you don’t want to do? We don’t need to be lovey-dovey, but let’s just have sex.”

Yuka, still smirking, blushed slightly and traced the zipper of my pants. My little friend twitched in response.

“See? He’s happy too.”

“Yuka… You know you did something wrong, right?”

“I do, but I need a reward after being scolded so much. I can’t reflect on my actions if I’m only punished. Please? I’ll apologize afterward.”

Yuka unzipped my pants and unbuttoned my underwear, looking eager.

“──Sorry, could you open the door? It’s Haruka.”

Just then, someone knocked on the toilet door, and I nearly had a heart attack. Is this some kind of reunion?

“Uh, yeah. What’s up?”

I opened the door, and Haruka bowed before entering. This is the men’s restroom, but I guess her preferences allow it.

“Excuse me.”

“Ugh! You ruined the mood!”

Ignoring Yuka’s complaint, Haruka placed her bag on the sink. Wearing a thin summer dress and her slightly shorter hair in pigtails, she looked as adorable as ever, like a fairy. Thanks to Miyu, I no longer feel the same infatuation.

“What are you doing here, Haruka?”

“I brought some tools to help. Let me lend them to you.”

“I’m not using any of your perverted tools!”

Yuka bared her fangs at Haruka, but Haruka ignored her and pulled out her “tools” from the bag: an eye mask and arm restraints, both made of high-quality leather.

“I found evidence of cheating in her belongings, so this is an additional penalty.”

“Ugh… She’s so petty and annoying!”

Who’s the real villain here? And she lost despite cheating? How clumsy can she be?

“Put on the eye mask. No talking.”

“Hey! Stop it! Let go of me!”

Haruka forcefully restrained Yuka’s arms behind her back, made her straddle the toilet again, and blindfolded her. Then, she spanked Yuka’s backside, making her lift her hips, and inserted the dildo, turning it on.

“Oh… Ohh… Ahh…!”

Yuka, blindfolded and restrained, straddled the toilet with the dildo inside her, arching her back. It was a painful sight.

“So, what’s going on here?”

“For now, pretend that you’re raping her. I’m going to punish her.”

“I see…”

Yuka, blocked by her own moans and the dildo’s noise, couldn’t hear us. If Haruka keeps using the dildo, Yuka will think I’m the one raping her, thanks to Miyu’s earlier words. A complete miscarriage of justice.

“There’s a reason I came here.”

Haruka spanked Yuka’s butt again, prompting a small cry. Perhaps aware of being in a public place, or fearing being left alone if she made too much noise, Yuka kept her pleas for mercy to a minimum.

“What’s the reason?”

“Could we meet soon? I want to consult with you about Miyu and Yuka.”

“Oh, right. You didn’t have my contact info.”

If it’s about Miyu and Yuka, I understand why she didn’t contact me through them. She probably wants to discuss my formal relationship with Miyu and Yuka’s strange behavior.

“I’m always available for advice. Message me here, and I’ll adjust my schedule.”

“Thank you. I’ll contact you tonight.”

In the background of our conversation, Yuka was blindfolded, her wrists restrained behind her, and her vagina violated by a toy. Watching this without feeling pity, I wonder if I’ve been corrupted by them. Haruka thrust the dildo in and out of Yuka’s vagina, prompting her to cry, “No! Onii-san, stop…!” It was a heartbreaking yet strangely erotic scene.

Leaving this unhealthy space, I exchanged contacts with Haruka and replied to her confirmation message before returning to the karaoke room. The final karaoke session before dinner was in full swing, and everyone was so energized they didn’t notice my late return.

“Sotomichi, you’re back. Sorry I couldn’t assist you much.”

Unlike my exhausted and dazed state from the unexpected events, Suzuhara was fidgeting nervously. He probably worried I wasn’t enjoying the meetup because of my drained expression.

“I said assistance wasn’t necessary. Besides, it was a good experience. What are your plans after dinner, Suzuhara?”

I have no intention of finding a girlfriend, and I assume we’ll disband after Kurosawa-san and Tanaka-san take Harumaki-san and Kanata-chan home.

“Well, I talked with Harumaki-chan… and decided to trust her. So, after dinner, I’ll listen to her consultation.”

Suzuhara glanced sideways at Harumaki-san, who was also looking at us. When their eyes met, Harumaki-san smiled playfully. That smile completely captivated Suzuhara, and when he looked back at me, his face was utterly relaxed.

Ah, this isn’t going well. But I’ve given my friend’s advice, and Harumaki-san isn’t definitively a bad person, so I’ll leave the rest to Suzuhara.

“It’s fine to listen, but don’t cause trouble. I just want to go home.”

“I know. I’ll handle it smoothly.”

I’m not serious about the game, so if things go sour and the guild dissolves, I won’t care. But if the organizers fight at the meetup, I might get dragged into it. I just want to go home and cuddle with Miyu.

“Alright, everyone! Time’s up! Let’s go eat!”

Following Kurosawa-san’s call, we left the karaoke room. The dinner venue was a nearby restaurant with a similar atmosphere to an izakaya, offering a student discount course for 1,500 yen. It’s a significant expense for students, but considering the quality and location, it’s quite reasonable.

On the way, I walked with Suzuhara and Kurosawa-san.

“Hey, you two.”

Kurosawa-san wrapped his arms around our necks from behind, whispering. His build made his arms feel heavy.

“How’s it going? Is everything heated up down there?”

He grabbed Suzuhara’s crotch and lifted it. Just watching Suzuhara’s pained face hurt.

“Uh, it’s going okay… I think today will just be a meet-and-greet…”

“Not again, Suzuhara. Last time, you were satisfied with just messaging. You need to seal the deal while you’re together. Harumaki-chan seems willing to please.”

Kurosawa-san discreetly moved his hands up and down, out of sight from the girls behind us. Harumaki-san is apparently talking to multiple guys. I wonder how she plans to handle this, given the tension between Suzuhara and Kurosawa-san.

“Harumaki-chan’s the clear winner today, so I thought it’d be fine…”

“You idiot. Suzuhara, you’re inexperienced too. Just go for Momo-chan. Record it and share it in the group. I’ll share my video with Harumaki-chan too. Sotomichi can watch and enjoy. That’ll make you want to try next time. It’s all about teamwork.”

Kurosawa-san returned to Harumaki-san to chat. I don’t know how truthful Harumaki-san’s words are, but her constant smile, no matter who she’s talking to, shows her resilience.

“Damn, what should I do…”

Suzuhara muttered, checking his messages with Harumaki-chan. Given Kurosawa-san’s attitude, if he leaves Harumaki-chan alone tonight, Suzuhara’s chances with her will plummet. To have a private consultation, he’d need to sneak out immediately after dinner, but that would have consequences later.

“If it’s too hard, give up. Today isn’t your only chance.”

“I know, but… Harumaki-chan feels different. It’s like fate—she’s the one.”

Suzuhara was completely smitten with Harumaki-chan. She’s too good at seducing virgins.

“Welcome! You must be Mr. Kurosawa’s reservation. Please follow me to your seats.”

At the restaurant, we sat in alternating gender order, ensuring everyone had a member of the opposite sex next to and across from them—a common setup for group dates.

I excused myself, saying I needed easy access to the restroom, and took a seat at the end. I planned to observe the dynamics from the sidelines. However, Harumaki-san ignored Kurosawa-san, who was seated opposite me, and sat next to me instead, earning glares from both Suzuhara and Kurosawa-san.

“Got Sotomichi-kun’s seat!”

Harumaki-san struck a pose and did a silent finger snap. Her commitment to the act, even if it fell flat, was admirable.

“Why next to me?”

“Hmm. Maybe because you look tired?”

My apologies. I’d just witnessed a young girl’s “rape,” so I’m physically and mentally exhausted.

“As an organizer, I want everyone to enjoy themselves.”

“Ah, right… Sorry for slacking.”

“Don’t worry. The fun’s just starting. How people eat reveals their personality, right? It’s the perfect time to judge if your target is decent. Fufu.”

Harumaki-san mimed using a fork and knife.

“Though I’d rather extract something else.”

She pretended to eat spaghetti, mimicking a blowjob to tease me. What’s with these suggestive gestures? I already told her I have a girlfriend.

“Oral alone isn’t cheating, right?”

Harumaki-san cupped her hands around her mouth, whispering. She’s no longer hiding her true nature from me. The mask is completely off, and what’s underneath is appalling.

“Could you say that to your boyfriend?”

“If another woman pleases him, it’ll make our sex more exciting, right? That kind of guilt is addictive. He’d do anything to be with me… In short, it’s a better deal.”

Harumaki-san made crab claws with her hands, moving her index and middle fingers. The fact that I understand her gestures shows I’m just as tainted.

“Don’t you get bored, Sotomichi-kun? What if your girlfriend’s not good enough, and you want new excitement? For about 10,000 yen…”

“So it’s about money after all…”

“Even a quick bathroom blowjob feels amazing. Way better than going to a brothel.”

“Uh, is this from experience?”

“Oh… Um… What drink should I get?”

Harumaki-san awkwardly changed the subject. She kept trying to tempt me, but my resolve, knowing my sister was involved, remained unshaken.

Eventually, Harumaki-san gave up on me and moved next to Suzuhara during the seat swap. He’ll likely be milked dry. If he falls for her, even losing hundreds of thousands of yen will be a lesson he can laugh about later.

What I should focus on isn’t who Harumaki-san sleeps with, but how to apologize to Yamamoto-san and why Yuka acts the way she does. If Yuka’s behavior is related to the “punishment rape,” even if I was coerced, I’m not blameless.

“Hmm?”

Lost in thought, I noticed a message on my phone. Yuka had sent a photo of expensive-looking dishes, seemingly taken without Miyu and the others noticing. They were in the background, not looking at the camera.

The message read: “Think about when you’ll treat me to a deluxe jumbo parfait!!” with a middle finger emoji. Though Haruka was the one who took the photo, this is a good opportunity to talk, so I’ll comply.

The rest of the dinner passed without incident, as Harumaki-san didn’t bother me. However, Kurosawa-san’s increased physical contact made Harumaki-san visibly cling to Suzuhara toward the end.

“Alright, that’s it for today! Keep coming to the guild!”

The dinner ended smoothly, and after settling the bill, Kurosawa-san led everyone out of the restaurant, marking the end of the meetup. The incident occurred shortly after.

“Huh!? What’d you say, man?”

“B-Because… I can’t give her up this time!”

On the way home, near a park, Suzuhara stood with his arms spread, facing off against Kurosawa-san. Behind him, Harumaki-san clung to his back. Suzuhara isn’t usually reckless, so this must be Harumaki-san’s doing. I told him not to cause trouble, but he didn’t listen.

“I love Harumaki-chan! I can’t let her go to you, Kurosawa-san!”

Suzuhara poured out his feelings. Harumaki-san looked uncomfortable, while Kurosawa-san’s forehead veins bulged. It’s surprising how attached they’ve become in just a few hours, but given Harumaki-san’s skills, it’s not unexpected.

“Don’t mess with me. I organized this meetup so I could get with her. What’s your angle, taking her from me? That’s not what we agreed on.”

“I know, but… Please! Harumaki-chan is special to me!”

“Come on, you’re full of it. You forgot the favor I did you at the first group date? Without me, you’d still be a loser shut-in. Know your place.”

Kurosawa-san stepped closer to Suzuhara, reaching for Harumaki-san’s arm without acknowledging him. Just as his hand was about to touch her, Suzuhara slapped it away.

“I’m grateful, but this is serious. I can’t give up on her.”

“Ugh… Fine.”

Kurosawa-san shoved his rejected hand into his pocket. Instead of backing down, this only escalated the situation.

“You’re so clueless, it’s laughable. Can you still say the same after seeing this?”

Kurosawa-san held up his phone, showing the screen to Suzuhara, then smirked at Harumaki-san.

“W-What? That’s my…!”

Harumaki-san’s phone was in Kurosawa-san’s hand. She frantically searched her bag, but it wasn’t there. The familiar case confirmed it was hers.

“Want it back? Of course. A phone with such risky videos would be a problem if it fell into the wrong hands.”

Harumaki-san’s face paled. How did Kurosawa-san know the contents? He must have seen her password during the meetup. He’d been hovering near her, and though she tried to hide it, she didn’t completely conceal it.

“No! Please! Don’t show it…!”

Harumaki-san clung to Suzuhara, pleading. Kurosawa-san ignored her, revealing her dark past.

The video showed a gangbang. Not coerced, but Harumaki-san willingly engaging with multiple men. In her school uniform, surrounded by much older men, this could ruin her if leaked.

“N-No…”

Suzuhara was stunned. The girl he’d fallen for in such a short time had sucked multiple strangers’ penises, likely for money.

“This… I…”

“It’s obvious. You were paid by these old men, but they cut you off. You thought you’d moved on, but you can’t escape. Money and sex become addictions. That’s why you kept this video.”

“That’s not true… I’ve changed…”

“You haven’t. You’re a sex toy, born for this.”

Kurosawa-san grabbed Harumaki-san’s arm, trying to pull her away from Suzuhara. Suzuhara froze, overwhelmed by shock and fear, unable to decide what to do. But when Harumaki-san looked at him with a glimmer of hope, all calculations vanished.

“Let go of Harumaki-chan!”

Suzuhara’s voice was weak, but it reached Kurosawa-san’s ears. By stepping out of his safe zone, Suzuhara drew Kurosawa-san’s sharp gaze.

Kurosawa-san waved his phone at Harumaki-san as a warning, then slowly approached. Without a word, he punched Suzuhara in the stomach. Suzuhara collapsed, gasping for breath, struggling to stay conscious.

“Hey, hold on. Violence isn’t necessary.”

I subtly restrained Kurosawa-san as he tried to kick Suzuhara, and he stopped. There’s little I can do. I can’t judge whose fault this is, and telling Suzuhara to give up Harumaki-san wouldn’t solve anything. I couldn’t just watch.

“Stay out of this, outsider. This is between me and Suzuhara.”

His words were harsh, but he knew excessive violence would lead to trouble. He didn’t attack me, despite my lack of strength or involvement.

“Tch. Fine. I didn’t expect her to be such a trashy slut. I’ve lost interest.”

Kurosawa-san stepped back, tossing the phone to Harumaki-san. For him, getting involved with the police over this nonsense was more trouble than it was worth.

“But remember this.”

Kurosawa-san glared down at Suzuhara, still on the ground.

“If you can’t handle using women, getting them pregnant, and cutting them off when they cling, you’re not cut out for this. That’s what you were trying to do.”

With that, Kurosawa-san kicked up dirt and walked away. His words were vile, but he was right. Suzuhara’s goal was exactly that. We’d never considered the real consequences of our actions.

“Haa…”

Harumaki-san sat on the ground, holding her phone to her chest. At least this information was only shared with us, a fortunate outcome for her. If her real-life connections, like us, had known, it would have been harder to recover.

In front of her was an injured man—someone she’d planned to exploit for money. She’d regained her phone, which could have been used against her. What she felt in this moment, I can’t say, but she took Suzuhara’s hand and spoke.

“Suzuhara-kun, I’m sorry. And… thank you…”

There was a long hesitation before she took his hand, aware of her own tarnished past. Her emotions couldn’t be fully expressed in words.

In the end, Harumaki-san was caught in the crossfire of Suzuhara and Kurosawa-san’s plans, but she didn’t blame Suzuhara. If she’d continued her lifestyle, this would have happened eventually. While Suzuhara recovered, Harumaki-san shared a bit of her story, helping him face reality.

Harumaki-san had always been comfortable with physical contact since childhood, believing she was simply more open about sexuality than others. However, her first experience was with the wrong people. Still naive, she was lured by older men with loose morals and wallets, gradually sinking into a world of decadence.

She didn’t think she was doing anything wrong. Her older boyfriends were kind, taking her to cafes and theme parks, and she genuinely believed it was the same as her friends’ relationships. The allowance she received felt like a reward for her efforts, and she convinced herself of this, suppressing the growing unease over time. Only as an adult did she realize her grave mistake.

“Now I know it’s wrong, including what I tried to do today. But even knowing that, I can’t change.”

Despite everything, Harumaki-san hasn’t deleted the videos. Not because she’s addicted to the thrill of immorality, as Kurosawa-san suggested, but because she can’t erase a part of her life she once believed was right and enjoyable, even if society condemns it.

Changing herself would mean denying her past. Even if it’s not true, that’s how she feels, so she can’t stop. She can’t change. She’ll likely repeat the same mistakes.

“What if I said I still like you, Harumaki-chan? What then?”

“Huh?”

Her voice was filled with genuine surprise and confusion. Suzuhara, clutching his stomach, stood up from the bench, facing her directly.

“Let’s go to a love hotel… with me.”

“W-What? I-I decline…”

Harumaki-san bowed deeply, and Suzuhara’s face was a mix of tears and determination. His words, half-joking and half-serious, were filled with a confidence unlike his previous self, carrying enough weight to resonate as genuine affection. In the end, even Harumaki-san smiled.

“Damn. I thought I had a chance this time.”

“Good luck next time.”

“Haa… Kurosawa-san was a mess, but I was pretty terrible too, huh. Ah, I want a girlfriend.”

Suzuhara stretched and walked ahead. He doesn’t seem too deterred. They’ve exchanged contacts, so they can stay in touch. His brief but impactful experience with Yamamoto-san has definitely changed him. If the passion Miyu saw in him is now driving him, it might indeed be a genuine charm.

(But… I see now…)

This meetup turned into a mess, but understanding everyone’s motives made me realize why Miyu wanted me to reconcile with Yamamoto-san.