My Little Sister Is the Best F*p Material - Volume 6 Chapter 01: The Perfect Morning Send-Off with My Young Wife, a Lolita with Big Breasts JC

Volume 6 Chapter 01: The Perfect Morning Send-Off with My Young Wife, a Lolita with Big Breasts JC

On a single bed, it’s just Miyu and me. When I wake up, it’s already morning. For some reason, I always wake up just before my alarm goes off. 

Without disturbing Miyu, who’s using my right arm as a pillow, I quietly turn off the alarm with my left hand.

I have a part-time job today, so I need to get up and get ready. We’re supposed to have breakfast together, so either way, I’ll have to wake Miyu up. But I find myself wanting to gaze at her peacefully sleeping face a little longer.

Her small face, smooth skin, and plump lips—this cuteness never gets old, even though we’ve slept together countless times. Before, whenever I woke up, Miyu would wake up too, but lately, her sleep seems deeper. Unless I wake her, she’ll just keep sleeping.

(I’d like to keep sleeping too, but I don’t have much time before my part-time job.)

Since we’re finally lovers, I figure I should enjoy some privileges. So, I decide to wake Miyu up while savoring her cuteness just a little more.

I squish her cheeks, pat her head, and hold her hand, testing how far I can go before she wakes up. But after yesterday’s cosplay sex, she seems completely exhausted and shows no signs of waking.

Normally, she’d open her eyes slightly by now, but Miyu doesn’t react at all. I even try touching her thighs, thinking she might be pretending, but there’s still no response. She’s definitely asleep. Miyu’s sensitivity is so high that if she were awake, she’d never be able to fake sleep like this.

(So this is her guard-down mode. How much does she trust me?)

It’s incredibly heartwarming to see her sleeping so peacefully. With our busy schedules, I haven’t been able to fully savor this happiness, but I’m determined not to let go of this joy right beside me.

On a whim of this happiness, I gently kiss Miyu’s sleeping lips. Her soft, full lips press against mine, and I peck them lightly before pulling away. Still, she doesn’t wake up. It’s not like in fairy tales where a kiss wakes someone up. Giving up, I reset the alarm and shake her shoulder as the familiar sound goes off.

“Mmm… nh…”

Miyu’s eyes slowly open. As our eyes meet in a daze, she clings to my chest.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, Miyu. You need to get up now because of my part-time job.”

“I know.”

Miyu wraps her arms around me as far as she can, rubs her cheeks against mine, and finally lets go. It’s her usual morning greeting.

“Good morning, Onii-chhan.”

“Good morning.”

Miyu’s first “good morning” means she’s just woken up. It’s also a signal for her morning hug. Since Miyu loves clinging to me, this is an essential part of her routine. Once that’s done, she gives her proper morning greeting, “Good morning,” again. And so, our morning begins.

“What’s up, Miyu?”

Miyu looks up at me with half-lidded eyes. Her usually sharp eyes soften when she opens them wide.

“Well, I woke up and realized my favorite person is right beside me, so I’m happy.”

“Oh, I see.”

Her shamelessly romantic line makes me blush. Even during our first kiss, Miyu was full of confidence. Yet, during sex, she’s shy and innocent.

So, waking up next to your favorite person is happiness. Miyu feels the same way I do. Learning something new about her makes me finally feel like we’re truly in love. I never thought Miyu would express her “love” so clearly. Maybe it’s because yesterday I resisted Yamamoto’s temptation and exceeded Miyu’s expectations.

“Did my actions yesterday raise my favorability points a lot?”

“Yesterday? Why?”

“You suddenly said you’re happy waking up next to your favorite person.”

Miyu’s behavior isn’t as obvious as Yamamoto’s or Yuka’s. Her usual dryness makes her actions all the more convincing when she does show affection. That’s why she’s rarely directly said “I like you” before.

“Onii-chan, you really don’t get it, do you?”

“Sorry.”

Miyu doesn’t get mad. Instead, she lays me down and straddles me, her favorite position. Though her breasts often seem to get in the way.

“It’s hard to put into words just how much I like you.”

“Is that so?”

“It’s like that restless excitement you feel before a long-awaited event, where you can’t sleep. That’s what my ‘like’ for you feels like.”

“I see.”

I’m not entirely sure I understand, but I get the gist.

“How does that connect to what you said earlier?”

If she feels like she’s anticipating an exciting event, she should be more energetic or fidgety. In anime or eroge, heroines with crushes on the protagonist flush red, cling to him constantly, and compete to show their affection.

“If I said, ‘I love you, Onii-chan, let’s kiss!’ it’d be creepy, right?”

“It wouldn’t be creepy. I’d actually like it.”

“I won’t do it.”

“Yes.”

It’s truly a shame. I love Miyu’s dry personality, but I’d also like to see her being sweet and clingy with her whole body.  

“And, you know,”  

Miyu wraps her legs around my waist, sits up, and spreads her arms wide.  

“If I said, ‘I like you *this* much,’ it wouldn’t mean my feelings are *just* that much, right?”  

“Well, yeah.”  

“But in reality, my love for you is growing at a cosmic acceleration, and my tiny body can’t possibly express it all.”  

“That escalated quickly…”  

The scale is so grand it’s hard to grasp. I get it—Miyu loves me on a universe-level.  

“When it comes to something this massive, all we have left is imagination, right? So, I only share a tiny bit of my ‘like’ with you. That way, you’ll wonder just how much I really like you, and it brings your feelings closer to mine.”  

“That’s surprisingly intellectual.”  

So, her conclusion after thinking about how to express her maximum affection is *not* to express it all. What a smart sister. She’s probably smarter than any girl I’ve ever met.  

“And, about my part-time job…”  

I glance at the clock. There’s still time before the bus leaves, but if we keep cuddling, time will fly by. Since we’re enjoying this so much, I want to set a good boundary.  

“Actually, I have something to discuss about that.”  

Miyu sits me up and looks at me seriously.  

“Onii-chan, why don’t you quit your part-time job?”  

“That’s sudden.”  

As I look confused, Miyu picks up her smartphone from the bedside, opens an app, and shows it to me.  

“Remember when you said my sewing skills could be sold? Well, I tried selling some handmade accessories and old clothes I don’t use anymore, and they’re selling for pretty good prices.”  

The app she shows me is a peer-to-peer marketplace. Apparently, she’s making decent money from it.  

“How much are we talking?”  

“At this rate, I might end up earning too much to be considered a dependent.”

“Seriously…?”  

For a student whose living expenses are mostly covered by our parents, that’s a significant amount.  

“To be blunt, if we live together after you graduate, there’s a chance I’ll earn more than you.”  

“It’s very likely. I’d say it’s guaranteed.”  

When I say that, Miyu looks relieved but mutters, “I don’t think it’s guaranteed.”  

“Your part-time job will only earn about 100,000 yen for the rest of summer break, right? If that’s the case, it’d be faster if I just paid from my wallet. You should get used to that kind of arrangement.”  

In the future, if Miyu earns more than me, she’ll end up paying more from her savings. Nowadays, dual-income households are common, and stay-at-home dads are increasing, but it’s still socially awkward for the wife’s wallet to be the main source of money. Plus, many husbands feel stressed if they earn less than their wives. Basically, Miyu wants me to get used to prioritizing efficiency over pride.  

“Of course, I’m not the kind of wife who wouldn’t respect her husband.”  

Miyu tugs at my shirt and looks up at me. I figured as much. From our past conversations, Miyu’s values are relatively traditional, and she understands societal norms.  

“But you’ll be taking exams next year, and there’s no need to spend this precious summer break working a part-time job just to hang out with strangers. Mom and the others will be back soon, and that’ll limit our cuddle time. Please let me be selfish here.”  

Miyu’s phrasing it as a request because she knows this proposal isn’t for my benefit. After all, it could lower my social standing as a man. People might say, “He’s a loser living off his girlfriend’s money.”  

If it were another guy, he might refuse out of pride. But unfortunately for them, I don’t care about social standing if it means making Miyu happy. If quitting my job makes her happy, I’ll do it without hesitation.  

“If that’s the case, I’ll quit. I don’t want less time with you either.”  

“Yes! I knew you’d say that, Onii-chan!”  

Miyu starts playfully slapping my legs, saying, “That’s why I love you so much.” She looks so happy. After all our talks, it boils down to not enough cuddling—something I wholeheartedly agree with.  

“I should at least go in today to avoid causing trouble with a sudden cancellation.”  

“Go ahead today. This is just about money. I won’t let anyone call you incapable.”  

Miyu hops off the bed, grabs a suit from my closet, and hangs it on the chair. She must’ve prepared everything yesterday—even the belt and socks are ready.  

“Is this shirt new…?”  

The clothes she’s laid out are dust-free and perfectly ironed.  

“I removed the sweat stains and ironed it. I’ll make breakfast, so take your time getting ready.”  

Miyu heads back to her room to change out of her pajamas and goes downstairs. When it comes to clothes, she’s always perfect. She did all this while I was out? I’m speechless at her dedication.  

I brush my teeth, wash my face, change into the clothes Miyu prepared, and fix my hair. I thought our morning cuddling took up a lot of time, but thanks to Miyu, I’m ready earlier than usual.  

“Breakfast will be ready soon, so wait at the table.”

Miyu transferred the contents of the pot into a soup cup and carried it to the table. On the placemat laid out on the table, stir-fried pork with summer vegetables and rice had already been served. If it were close to the bus departure time, she’d probably say, “Go ahead and eat without me,” but Miyu, knowing my schedule for today, wouldn’t say that. She finished cooking with plenty of time to spare, and we—me, Miyu—sat down together, always starting our meal with “itadakimasu” in unison.

What you mustn’t misunderstand is that Miyu does all this because she wants to. Her motivation comes from her affection for me, so she prioritizes eating with me over sending me off to my part-time job early to reduce the risk of lateness. I want her to stay this way, and I want to remember that taking care of herself is what’s best for both of us.

“The menu’s evolved quite a bit from the original plan.”

“Well, that’s because… Look, me, your little sister, came up with it. Now that I’m in this position, I have my own thoughts about it.”

Miyu blew on the piping hot soup, sipping it slowly. If she’d just do the same for my soup—all that fū-fū—it’d save time, but I knew better than to ask. She’d give me that look.

When Miyu said “me, your little sister,” she meant the version of herself before we became lovers—more precisely, before she took on the role of a devoted wife to me. It was a way of saying she’d put more thought into it now. I know this little sister’s personality—her quirks—inside and out.

“Hey, Miyu…”

Which is why I want to know how she feels about the current situation.

“Honestly, what do you think about me… you know, doing things with Yamamoto-san?”

Miyu had said she’d absolutely hate it if I slept with someone else. I don’t think she was lying, but she doesn’t seem as upset as her words suggested.

“Well, since my Onii-chan turned out to be more of a heartbreaker than I thought, it’s not that bad.”

“I’m feeling both surprise and contradiction at the same time…”

Normally, a girlfriend would worry if her boyfriend was such a player.

“I don’t know… maybe it’s like healthy jealousy?”

“So you are jealous?”

“I’m a girl, after all.”

This little sister of mine always says the most complicated things. But that’s part of why I love her. It’s all under the premise of our special circumstances, right?

“So, Miyu, you’re letting Yamamoto-san have her way with me as you’re waiting for her feelings to fade… but instead, we two are getting closer. At this rate, we might become an actual couple.”

“That’s fine. It’s actually still not enough. Make her fall harder. Otherwise, this whole thing becomes meaningless repetition.”

Miyu spoke softly, continuing to eat. Her words hinted that everything had gone according to her plan.

I don’t want to hurt someone so kind again, and I don’t think it’s necessary. Miyu was the one who said it’d be against honor to just flirt and leave, so I guess things won’t turn out how I imagine.

“I shouldn’t ask for specifics, right?”

Miyu’s true intentions intrigue me, but if I ask, I won’t be able to act natural in front of Yamamoto-san. As I grappled with this dilemma, Miyu looked up at the ceiling for a moment before meeting my eyes.

“For example… let’s talk about Haruka.”

Instead of answering directly, Miyu switched the topic, a faint smile on her face.

“Haruka’s such a cute girl. Give her accessories, and she’ll jump for joy. Even though I’m the one who gave them to her, she’ll show them off like there’s no tomorrow, staying in a great mood.”

Miyu began describing a side of Haruka I didn’t know—a side few people likely did.

“She handles all the travel preparations. She knows my preferences and everyone else’s, so she’s always ready, no matter where we go.”

“You travel with more than three people?”

“Yeah, for camping or hot springs. And Haruka loves using new gadgets, so during trips, she’ll constantly introduce these weird but useful items—it’s this odd habit of hers, but I love it.”

The way Miyu spoke, slightly embarrassed, made it clear how precious Haruka was to her. She’d been friends with Haruka and Yuka for years. I want the three of them to stay close. Still, I had no idea Haruka was such an adorable girl.

“Wait, is this Haruka someone I don’t know?”

“It’s the same Haruka who’s visited our place.”

Miyu finished her story and continued eating the remaining rice. Oh, that Haruka. No wonder I didn’t know this side of her.

“Well…”

We both finished breakfast and took a breath. It was so delicious, it energized us.

“Onii-chan, you don’t know this side of Haruka, do you? Why do you think that is?”

“Because Haruka’s a clean-freak lesbian.”

“Correct.”

Haruka’s the type of lesbian who keeps men at a distance. As long as I’m a guy, she’ll never show her true self as a girl.

“Haruka acts completely different around guys and girls. But it’s not like she’s lying—all of it is her genuine self, chosen by her.”

Miyu gathered the empty dishes, taking mine to the sink as well. She returned immediately, took my hand, and led me to the sofa, making me sit. Then, she straddled my lap, pressing her hips against mine, our bodies close.

“I’m the same. I don’t show much expression usually, and there’s a difference in how I treat guys and girls. No one would imagine me being this proactive with physical contact. But I’m not hiding or deceiving. It’s just how I am when I’m being natural. The me I show to my classmates, the me I show only to you—they’re all the real me.”

Miyu’s words make sense. As social creatures, we all adapt our behavior to fit the frameworks and hierarchies of the places we inhabit. Personal preferences play a role too—we want to show our cool side or our affectionate side to those we care about, and naturally use polite language with elders or superiors. Changing how we present ourselves depending on the situation is normal. It’s our natural way of navigating human relationships.

“Besides, I wasn’t always this affectionate with you, Onii-chan. I fell for you, you fell for me, and as those feelings became mutual, our relationship transformed completely. It’s the same with Kanade-san and you.”

Miyu took both my hands in hers, holding them tightly as she looked straight into my eyes.

“Right now, Kanade-san is so devoted, but she wasn’t like that when you first met. From what you and she told me, the old Kanade-san was far more carefree, confident, and overflowing with self-love. It was only after something happened that she started living for others.”

Miyu’s narrative finally connected the dots with what I knew. It was the same story Kawafuji had mentioned about Yamamoto-san—another side of her I’d either never known or forgotten. Miyu and Kawafuji were both trying to see it clearly.

“I want to change that arrogance in Kanade-san. That’s why it’s okay to let her do as she pleases, and I want you to give it your all in response.”

Miyu’s explanation for making Yamamoto-san fall for me wasn’t as concrete as a full plan, but I could sense her endgame. Ah, this is definitely a request only I could take on.

“You’re pretty fired up for something you’re doing out of obligation.”

“Of course, I’m not doing it just for Kanade-san. Rather… this is something we’ll need someday.”

Miyu answered, her eyes downcast, looking fragile. Given her personality, I thought she’d dismiss everything else as unnecessary as long as she had an absolute relationship with me. But it seems that’s not the case. Then, I’ll see this through to the end.

Any other guy would probably say, “That’s not the natural way for a man and woman to be,” and scold Miyu instead. At the very least, I need to understand that this is the last thing she wants to hear.

“By the way, is it the same with Yuka?”

“Yuka? ……Why?”

Miyu furrowed her brows, as if she’d sensed something, and asked for the reason. After Haruka consulted me, I’d received a message from Yuka.

‘As punishment for breaking your promise and violating me, treat me to a deluxe jumbo parfait!! And take me on a date!! Tomorrow!!’

It was so sudden that I’d only replied, ‘Tomorrow’s impossible,’ and left the date pending. But since Haruka had consulted me, I couldn’t ignore it and was at a loss.

“The day after the meetup, Haruka consulted me about Yuka. She said Yuka has a problem and asked me to help solve it.”

“Ah… yeah. I was wondering if I should ask you about that… so Haruka already talked to you.”

On the day of the meetup, Miyu had said she’d explain later, but I ended up hearing it from Haruka first. From Haruka’s tone, it seemed I shouldn’t pry into the details, just like with Yamamoto-san’s situation, but I couldn’t do anything without Miyu’s permission.

“Should I handle Yuka the same way as Yamamoto-san?”

“You don’t need to go all out like you do with Kanade-san. Just do as you feel. If I can leave it to you, Yuka’s issue should be resolved quickly.”

Miyu answered with an unexpectedly bright expression. I thought Yuka’s situation would be more tense, but it seems resolving Yuka’s problem makes Miyu genuinely happy.

“With Yuka, things will probably go all the way, but that’s okay?”

“Yeah. It’s partly my fault Yuka ended up like this. I can’t solve it for her anymore. So, please, do it for her.”

I see, if that’s the case, Miyu can’t just leave it be. I’ll figure out the details from Yuka myself. I told Miyu I’d take care of both Yamamoto-san and Yuka.

“Oh, but if you end up having full-on sex with Kanade-san, do it at the apartment. And let me know beforehand.”

“W-why…?”

“Regarding the former, it’s because that’s the arrangement. I think things will naturally flow that way.”

“I see.”

Yamamoto-san also avoided the real thing for some reason. What’s the point of doing the real thing? Or is there no meaning in the act itself? This doesn’t seem like something I can figure out by thinking about it.

“Thanks to Miyu telling me, I feel relieved. I’m sure a lot of things will happen from now on, but I want to say this. I like Miyu the most.”

“Hehe. I’m also happy that you’re an even better brother than I expected. I’ll always only love you, Onii-chan.”

Once the conversation ended, we stuck together again, indulging in intimate moments that we couldn’t show anyone. Miyu was wearing one of my old shirts that I had secretly taken when we disposed of them all at once. It was oversized, so her cleavage was quite revealing, and the way the fabric curved inward over her breasts and stomach was appealing. More than anything, it was endearing how she casually wore her brother’s clothes without permission and seemed a little happy about it.

“Is it rude to think that my girlfriend’s casual clothes are sexy?”

“I fell for you knowing that you’re always thinking about naughty things, so feel free to look at me with those eyes as much as you want.”

Miyu lifted and pushed her breasts together over the shirt. Since it was originally my shirt, it was a bit too big for her, and with the cleavage exposed, the view was fantastic. She knew I loved breasts.

“Under the T-shirt, is it just a bra?”

“It’s definitely just a bra. I’m wearing your shirt so loosely because it keeps my cleavage cool.”

Miyu sniffed the collar of the T-shirt. Since it only smelled of detergent, there didn’t seem to be any particular intention behind it. I had thrown away the clothes I had worn out, so the one she was wearing was almost unused.

“Will you get mad if I lift your shirt?”

“I won’t get mad, but do we have enough time?”

Miyu just lifted the hem of the T-shirt, giving a quick glimpse of her soft stomach. The reason for the strange way of asking about time was that if I saw her breasts, I might get too excited and not be able to stop there.

“We have time until the scheduled bus. But since I haven’t packed my luggage yet, it’s a bit tricky when you think about that.”

What a shame to ruin the mood like this. Just as I was feeling disappointed, Miyu fluttered the hem of her T-shirt, silently urging me to notice something.

That’s right. The person right in front of me was none other than Miyu.

“…Could it be that you’ve already prepared something?”

“It could very well be that I have.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised, but her overly predictable affirmation moved me. Come to think of it, when I changed my image, Miyu had perfectly prepared everything for school.

“Then, we still have more than fifteen minutes.”

“Hmm hmm. So, do you want to see?”

Miyu placed the hem she was holding into my hand and straightened her back. It seemed she wanted me to do the lifting. As I slowly raised the hem, my excitement grew with the gradual revealing of Miyu’s fair skin. I could see the curve of her slender waist, and I knew it would be smooth to the touch without even touching it. That small navel was what drove me wild. Just looking at it sent shivers down my spine.

“Miyu’s body is really erotic.”

She once said she was trying to be thin to make her chest look smaller, but even so, the sensuousness of her figure wasn’t lost. If I pinched her, it felt like I could grab a soft handful, and considering the color and sheen of her skin, I thought that this was what a marshmallow body should be described as. Even a girl would probably be taken aback if she were shown a body like this.

“It takes a lot of effort to maintain my figure, you know.”

Miyu seemed uncomfortable with being seen naked and avoided my gaze. Since Miyu had used her own body to masturbate before, it was none other than myself who had been looking at Miyu from that perspective. She said that properly recognizing your own body and training while imagining your desired figure makes a huge difference in effectiveness, and Miyu’s eroticism was probably the result of such efforts.

By the time I had rolled the hem up to her neck, Miyu’s face, unable to hide her embarrassment, was also alluring, and with that expression of Miyu in the corner of my eye, I took in the full view of her pink bra.

It was huge. The cups jutted out with a truly surprising volume. The bra had lace and embroidery, and the connecting part in the center was heart-shaped, showing a carefully crafted design upon closer inspection, but the impact of the size was so overwhelming that such details became irrelevant.

No, to be precise, Yamamoto-san’s were even bigger, and I should be used to seeing bras, but somehow, seeing breasts this close was a breathtaking sight.

“Want to touch?”

Miyu placed her hands over mine, which were holding the hem, as if to take over.

“…No, it’s okay.”

I let go of the T-shirt and put my arms around Miyu’s waist. Ignoring her surprised expression, I pulled her close.

“Miyu worked hard to get ready this morning. I want to spend the rest of the time on you. Thank you for the food and preparing my clothes. I’m really happy.”

Everything Miyu gives me is wonderful. In comparison, the things I can give her are limited. But I should probably learn to devote myself to Miyu for a change. Instead of just prioritizing my own desires, I want to do things that will make Miyu happy.

“……Huh?”

For some reason, my words made Miyu lose her vocabulary. She blinked her eyes in surprise and suddenly became quiet.

“I just wanted to say thank you for the food and preparing my clothes.”

Even as I continued speaking, Miyu just stared at me as if she couldn’t understand. It looked like Miyu’s thought circuits had short-circuited. Could it be that I should have just given in to my desires and asked for something erotic? I know Miyu would be happy with that, but it felt wrong to prioritize my desires when she does so much for me.

“Miyu?”

“Hmm?”

Miyu just blinked with a puzzled look. What’s with this awkwardness? I’ve seen Miyu being indifferent before, but this blank expression was new.

For now, I just hugged her, keeping my arms around her waist, but Miyu didn’t say anything. It seemed she had been holding her breath for a while, because after a moment of hugging, Miyu let out a soft “phew” behind my neck.

Having conveyed my gratitude for the time being, I released Miyu and leaned back against the seat. Then, Miyu fanned her face with both hands and took another big, deep breath.

“Haa. That surprised me.”

For some reason, Miyu’s face was flushed, and she seemed strangely flustered. There was no hint of displeasure; rather, I even felt a slight rise in tension beneath her cool expression. Could it be… was she blushing just now? Isn’t that way too hard to understand?

“Sorry about that.”

“No, not at all.”

Come to think of it, I’d never seen Miyu in a truly neutral state genuinely blush before. So this is the face she makes. And to blush at words like that. There must have been other times, so why did those words just now strike a chord with Miyu?

But then again, I’m not usually the one who expresses my feelings or gratitude. On the contrary, my lust is usually what stands out, and Miyu accepts and enjoys it, so that’s how our relationship has continued. In a way, it’s like the occasional kindness a delinquent shows – my words just hit that sweet spot of a self-serving act.

“Then, I’d like a proper hug again, please.”

Miyu stretched out both arms, requesting a hug.

“Ah, so you were happy after all.”

“Yeah.”

Miyu nodded childishly and then leaned her body against me, looking pleased. Her body temperature was slightly higher, as if she were still blushing.

“Onii-chan praised me.”

Miyu rubbed her head against me and clung to me playfully. If she did it that hard, the shirt she painstakingly ironed would get wrinkled, but well, I usually go to my part-time job without worrying about that, so I guess it’s okay.

“Doesn’t Miyu hear that kind of thing all the time?”

“Even if I’m praised with the exact same words, it makes me happier when Onii-chan says it.”

“Is that how it is?”

“That’s how it is.”

From the perspective of someone like me who was unpopular with girls until just a few months ago, it was strange that a girl would be happy with something like that. However, I still hadn’t understood something important. In matters of love, it’s not about what is said. It’s about who says it.

With my past understanding of romance, I thought the best way to win over someone I liked was to understand their hobbies, increase the frequency of conversations, rack my brain for gifts, and become someone different from the rest. However, having become someone who receives affection from many girls, I realized something. Rather than attacking with numerous romantic techniques, it’s much easier to convey your feelings by securing a mentally close position for that person. I had just become Miyu’s greatest source of comfort.

“I’ll continue to be a man Miyu can trust.”

“Muu. It feels weird, like Onii-chan can see inside my head.”

That’s always the case with me, though. For Miyu, having her thoughts read might be unfamiliar.

“I just thought that since Miyu’s been sleeping more deeply lately, maybe she feels more secure sleeping together.”

“Do I sleep that much?”

“You didn’t wake up at all today.”

“Ehh. I woke up right away today.”

Miyu pressed her legs and arms tightly against my body, clinging to me like a cradle. She probably wasn’t thinking about her clothes anymore.

“Hmm, ah… that’s right.”

I blurted out something unnecessary. This morning, I unilaterally touched Miyu, then reset the alarm and woke her up, so from Miyu’s perspective, she just woke up normally.

“Muu.”

And then, as things went this way, Miyu noticed. She poked my cheek with her index finger, accusing me as if to say, “You’re the culprit.” It wasn’t something I was intentionally hiding, but being found out at this timing made me feel guilty.

“You did something weird, didn’t you?”

“S-sorry…”

“Well, it’s fine, I guess.”

Miyu’s reaction was surprisingly nonchalant. I confessed to doing something weird, but she didn’t seem to care what it was.

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Onii-chan wouldn’t do anything I’d really hate.”

Instead of moving away from me, Miyu leaned her upper body over me again, and my weight sank into the sofa along with hers. The dissatisfaction Miyu showed towards me never contained anger; rather, it was often mumbled complaints fueled by embarrassment. I also don’t recall ever doing anything to harass her. However, that last thing… I’m worried if it’s forgivable in various ways.

“Actually, before I woke Miyu up, I also kissed you.”

“Eh?”

I said it hesitantly, and Miyu reacted by straightening her back sharply. The hugging mode was canceled, and Miyu’s gaze became intense.

“What was that? A wake-up kiss or something?”

“That’s what I… intended.”

“Hmph.”

She seemed not to care at all just now, but as soon as she knew the reality, Miyu pressed me for answers. Miyu’s gaze was still within the realm of looking, not glaring. However, her expression was very dissatisfied.

“W-what’s wrong?”

I already knew this silence wasn’t due to anger. But I couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

“Don’t you really know?”

Miyu kept looking at me, swinging our joined hands back and forth. It seemed to be an appeal that she wasn’t in a bad mood, and I realized that perhaps these gestures were Miyu’s greatest messages.

I should think about it logically. Miyu was surprised that I kissed her. However, she wasn’t angry. If that’s the case, I should look for the intention behind her attitude in her words, and since Miyu specifically asked if it was a wake-up kiss, I should consider that there’s meaning in that.

So, in other words, it’s probably this: “You gave me a wake-up kiss, but you didn’t give me a good morning kiss?” It must be some cute dissatisfaction like that. …Yeah, right. There’s no way.

“I-I don’t know.”

I honestly gave up. I don’t have Miyu’s ESP. There’s no way I could know what someone is thinking. And upon hearing my reply, Miyu still looked dissatisfied and spoke her true feelings.

“You gave me a wake-up kiss, but there was no good morning kiss.”

It was a surprisingly accurate guess. So, that kind of maidenly thought process is all it takes, huh? I understand now.

“Is it still… not too late?”

“Hmm, I wonder.”

Miyu took her sweet time before answering my question, then shyly looked away and replied.

“Maybe it’s still not too late.”

Just this exchange had completely cheered Miyu up. It’s so nice to have something you did be appreciated. Was Miyu feeling this way just now too?

“Then, I’ll, I’ll do it.”

“Nfufu. Yeah.”

Miyu smoothed the hair on either side of her temples and nodded. The first kiss I ever gave Miyu was a surprise from behind, and the second was when she was sleeping. Doing it face-to-face like this meant she would see the entire process of our lips meeting, so even moving a single finger made me nervous.

First, I grabbed Miyu’s arms and adjusted our posture. Then, I slowly brought my face closer, indicating that I was going to kiss her. I left just enough space between our stomachs so that our seated heights wouldn’t misalign and our lips would meet naturally, and then all I had to do was bring my upper body closer to her lips.

As I pulled her arms closer, Miyu’s gaze shifted to my lips. Then, matching our breathing rhythms and timing, our lips touched. The most temperature-sensitive part of the body, exchanging a different body temperature with someone else, soon made that difference disappear. Feeling breathless from the unfamiliar kiss, I couldn’t help but part our lips, and a soft “smack” echoed.

“G-good morning.”

“Ehehe. Good morning, Onii-chan.”

I don’t think it lasted more than a few seconds. Still, after the kiss, Miyu had a completely melted, lovey-dovey face. Speaking as her boyfriend, Miyu is quite easy to please when it comes to someone she likes.

“You’re better than I thought.”

“Thank you. Hearing you say that puts me at ease.”

“Onii-chan is pretty good at things, even during sex. You get the hang of it quickly.”

I received a high rating on my second try. If Miyu says so, I should probably have some confidence.

“I’m looking forward to every morning from now on.”

Miyu held my hand, looking cheerful. Well, I figured it would come to this. Since it’s Miyu’s request, I can’t disappoint her expectations.

“So, what’s next?”

It seemed she wasn’t quite satisfied yet.

“Hmm, let’s see. If we do a ‘see you later’ kiss, it’ll really feel like I’m leaving… how about a ‘I’ll do my best at work’ kiss?”

“Ah, good, good. Anything is fine, though.”

After all that serious thought, she says anything is fine. Still, I won’t be discouraged.

“Okay, then I’m off to do my best at work today.”

“Okay. Be careful, Onii-chan.”

Miyu must have been excited, because she was already bringing her face closer to mine, and if I just pushed my lips out a little, we would kiss. She did say any kind of kiss was fine, so she probably just wanted to kiss me. Understanding her feelings, I also didn’t hesitate to press my lips to Miyu’s.

“Mnn…”

A more practiced kiss than before. Still, I didn’t know how to time my breaths, so we parted our lips at about the same speed. Miyu was staring blankly, not looking at me.

“I’m kissing Onii-chan…”

Miyu’s expression was melting into a daze. Even though we weren’t doing anything erotic, she transitioned into a lovesick state way too quickly.

“What kind of kiss shall it be next?”

Miyu pleaded for more with a tongue that seemed heavy and slurred. Of course, having Miyu make a request is the greatest honor for me. However, the truth is, my sexual urges are not in a good state.

“Since you worked so hard to get ready this morning, how about a ‘thank you’ kiss?”

“Fufufu. Oh, so you’re grateful?”

Miyu teased me with a smirk before leaning closer and looking up at my face.

“Just how grateful are you?”

And then, Miyu dropped a bomb of epic proportions. After all she had done for me, there was no way a simple thank-you kiss would suffice. I braced myself, placed my hand on Miyu’s chin, and kissed her deeply, our inner lips brushing against each other. “Smack, smack,” we mixed our saliva, and I licked away the sweet, sticky liquid that threatened to overflow with my tongue.

“Mnn… haa… mnchu…”

Miyu let out a moan and still sought my lips like a chick waiting for food. As the kiss intensified, I stopped noticing our breathing while our mouths were joined, and we devoured each other’s lips until the second hand had counted half a rotation.

“Ah… fwa… I got so many kisses…”

Miyu had a blissful expression just from the kisses, and seeing her lasciviously relaxed smile, I was also at my limit in suppressing my excitement. There wasn’t enough time to do anything more erotic, so we couldn’t keep cuddling like this.

“Miyu, it’s almost time.”

“Fuhehe. Okay~”

Miyu leaned back from me, and I thought she was going to move away, but instead, she cupped my cheeks with both hands and thrust her dripping wet tongue into my mouth. For several seconds, I was assaulted by Miyu’s passionate kisses, “mnchu, mnn, mnnn,” her tongue ravaging every corner of my mouth, before she finally got off my lap.

“This is a thank-you kiss for giving me so many kisses.”

Miyu pressed her lips with her finger and smiled sweetly. It wasn’t a cute little kiss anymore; it was a full-on deep kiss, but perhaps she doesn’t make that distinction. In any case, this is bad. My switch has been completely flipped.

“I’ll get your bag ready by the door.”

Chasing after Miyu, who had already left the living room, I hesitated. There were only five minutes left to catch the scheduled bus. If I asked Miyu to relieve me in this situation, it would just be a rushed blowjob without any atmosphere.

There had been many similar situations in the past, but back then, Miyu had actually avoided acting like a girlfriend and asked me to think of it as just processing semen, so she would do it mechanically. Now that Miyu and I were a proper couple, asking her to just give me a blowjob felt like treating her as a tool for sexual release, which made my heart ache.

“Here’s your work bag, Onii-chan. The drink is just cold water, so take salt tablets. I’ve also put in a sweat towel and your membership card.”

When I went to the entrance, Miyu was waiting for me with the bag, like a loyal dog.

“Thank you. That helps a lot.”

Unable to confess the throbbing in my testicles, I put on my leather shoes as things progressed. When half my foot was in, Miyu handed me a shoehorn, and I used it to slip my heel in.

“Your jacket is in its special case, so take it out when you get to the venue.”

Miyu held the handle of the bag carefully with both hands and approached me. She had an exceptionally beautiful smile.

“How about it? Do you think I’ll make a good wife?”

Miyu asked with a bouncy voice. I could almost hallucinate dog ears and a tail.

Cute. So cute I don’t want to go to work.

“You already are.”

“Ehehe. I became your wife.”

Miyu, as if wanting me to pat her head, gently bumped her forehead against my chest. Obliging her request, I stroked her head while desperately fighting my inner self. How shameless am I, getting aroused by such an adorable wife? But at the same time, it’s precisely because she’s such a devoted wife that my base desires are stirred.

“M-Miyu. Um…”

My unruly member, unable to endure any longer, was stirring and raising its head in my slacks. At this point, it would be obvious whether I said anything or not.

“Would you be mad if I asked you to… take care of it before I go?”

I said it. But Miyu didn’t seem surprised at all, keeping her expression unchanged as she met my eyes.

“Nfufu. I was wondering when you’d ask.”

Miyu poked my chest playfully, looking smug. She placed my bag on the floor and knelt on the doormat. There was no way Miyu wouldn’t have noticed such an obvious state, but it was mean of her to pretend not to notice.

“How much time do we have?”

“About five minutes… no, not even that.”

“Then, shall we time it for four minutes?”

Miyu made me take out my phone, launched the default timer app, and brought up the stopwatch screen.

“Not the timer?”

“I thought this would be better.”

Miyu reached into my slacks and pulled out my penis from the zipper. Then, she gave my foolish member a quick greeting kiss, “chu,” and pressed the start button at the same time.

“Hamu… chubu… zuzu… jururu…!”

“Ah, aah… Miyu… that feels so good…!”

As I was being tossed about by Miyu’s fellatio, she arched her eyes and showed me the phone screen. So, that’s what it was. Miyu was using the stopwatch to make it clear at a glance how long I could endure her fellatio within these four minutes.

“Nchu… zuchu… amu… nfujuputsu… jupuputsu… nn… chutsu… zubutsu… chupa…”

“Ah, a, aah…!”

My legs trembled violently from Miyu’s relentless fellatio. I should be letting her make me feel good so I can finish quickly, but I pressed down on Miyu’s shoulders, desperately resisting the pleasurable torment.

“Chubu… juru… butchutsu. Nfu. Onii-chan, you’re pulling your hips back too much.”

“B-but, it feels too good…”

“If you’re going to cheat like that, I’ll use my tongue too, you know.”

“Eh, all this time… you… ah, aahhh!!”

“Gujyu… jurujuputsu…! Amu… jubu… juru… jubujururubuchu…!”

Miyu grabbed my hips and deeply enveloped my manhood while making vulgar sucking sounds. I could clearly feel the sensation of Miyu’s tongue crawling over my frenulum, clinging to me like a tentacle and tormenting me with its skill, causing my testicles to rise rapidly.

“Aah… uuu… haa, aah…!”

“Zutchuzubutchu… n’gujyu… nfu, chubujyu… fu, nn…!”

“Aah, a, aah… sorry, sorry…!! I’m gonna… come…!!”

Byu, byururu, byukun, byubyu──!!

I released a generous amount of semen into Miyu’s mouth, which was greedily devouring my manhood exposed from my work suit, pouring it all the way to her throat. Being the first ejaculation of the morning, the thick semen flowed down my urethra.

“Haa… haa… that felt so good…”

“Nfufu. Nku… puhaa. That was a lot.”

Miyu cleaned my penis thoroughly before putting it back in my suit and zipping it up. Then, she asked about my ejaculation time, as expected.

“S-so, how was it?”

“It’s been just over a minute now, so I think it was about forty seconds.”

“I see…”

Even though I was so worried about not having enough time, once it was over, there was even time to spare. Pathetic. Is this okay for me as a man?

“Onii-chan~”

Clinging to me as if for one last bit of affection, Miyu snuggled up to my dejected form.

“Thanks to Onii-chan being quick, we have another three minutes to cuddle.”

“O-oh, I see. Well, that’s good.”

Miyu, who can think positively like this, is such a kind girl after all. I’ve been saved by Miyu again.

“Three more minutes, huh?”

The remaining time echoed in my mind, and the post-ejaculation clarity settled in.

“Miyu, can I have a moment?”

“Hmm? What is it?”

I pulled Miyu away from me, turned my body backward, and embraced her from behind.

“Huh? Hmm?”

Ignoring Miyu’s confusion, I reached inside her skirt.

“O-Onii-chan, what are you doing!”

“What do you think? You know.”

“But, there’s no time…!”

“It’s okay, we still have two minutes. I won’t leave you halfway.”

“Fweh, ah, w-wait…!”

Without hesitation, I slipped my hand into Miyu’s panties and placed my fingers on her secret spot. As always, her crotch was soaking wet, and a body so throbbing with lust was pitiful if left unappeased.

“I, hyaa! Ah, what a cruel thing to do to your wife who worked so hard this morning…!”

Even in her lovesick state, Miyu hadn’t lost all her shyness and offered only weak verbal resistance. She must have been filled with the desire to be touched, so I didn’t hesitate to touch Miyu’s clitoris. I traced the small, swollen bud along its ridge, first over the foreskin.

“Ah, aah… ahiii…”

After a while, Miyu quieted down and began to accept my fingers, so I then pressed her clitoris with my fingertips in a circular motion. Maintaining a steady rhythm with still gentle pressure, I simply gave Miyu a vague pleasure so she could control the stimulation herself.

“Haa… aah uu… ah… ann, a… feels good…”

Miyu was exceptionally sensitive, and when she was in the mood, she would make a lot of noise, so even though I was still inexperienced with using my fingers, I could easily tell what kind of approach felt good. She had also gained experience with masturbation, so Miyu herself knew the feeling of orgasm well, and even with a beginner’s touch, Miyu would come quickly.

“Ann, nnn… haua… Onii-chan… uuu…”

As I continued to stimulate only the surface of her clitoris, Miyu’s impatient body demanded more. Once it got to this point, I strengthened my touch just a little and went to directly touch her glans. To do that, I had to apply plenty of lubrication, so while touching her cleft, I made suggestive squishing sounds to tease Miyu.

“Aaaah… haauwa… nnn… ku…! O-Oniicha… nn, nnn…! Don’t… don’t make me seem like such a… lewd girl…!”

Since I wanted to listen to Miyu’s embarrassed request, after savoring her erotic sounds for a while, I returned to stimulating her clitoris. Keeping the circular motion, I next focused on the glans itself. I traced the edge of my fingertip between the glans and the foreskin, stimulating the outer circumference as if peeling back the skin.

“Ah… nkyu… n, aah…!!”

Miyu was so sensitive that she lightly came at this point. And since she’s a girl, it wasn’t just one orgasm and done; she would keep coming as long as the stimulation continued. Once it got to this point, all that was left was to bring her to the finish. I pressed the most sensitive part of her glans with the same amount of pressure as before, gradually increasing the pressure within Miyu’s pain threshold.

“Hihiyaa… aaaah, hauu, haa, i, I’m gonna… I’m coming… haa, hauuah, aah… I’m coming, hiikuhaaa uu… it feels so good, hii… Kkuu…!!”

Miyu’s body jumped violently. Even after her intense orgasm, I continued the stimulation for a little longer before letting go, before Miyu got too tired and couldn’t feel any more pleasure. Even after being released from my back hug, Miyu remained sitting limply on the floor, still in the throes of her orgasm for a while.

“……Um. It’s time to go, so I’m leaving.”

Looking at my phone, the stopwatch was just about to hit four minutes, and I thought that with this, my premature ejaculation couldn’t be blamed too much as I put it in my pocket.

“G-go… byeh-heh…”

Miyu didn’t even have the energy to face me anymore, and after exchanging those last words, I went outside. The air-conditioned indoors was replaced by the scorching summer sun. From the fingers of my hand held out to shield my eyes from the sun, a glob of bubbly mucus dripped down.

“Haa… guess I’ll go to work.”

All my lust, even my ability to think, seemed to have completely vanished, and as I was burned by the sunlight that seemed to reproach my lewd behavior just moments ago, I made my way to my final shift.