Somehow I Ended up Dating the Perfect Female Classmate, but My Sister Found Out and They're Turning Into Yanderes - Chapter 70-71

Chapter 70: The Youngest Sister’s Feelings

“…Huh? What’s this bed perfect for a penis exercise?”

I wake up, and the feeling in my body is exactly that.

“…Wait, Satsuna’s room’s bed?”

I sit up and look around; it’s Satsuna’s room.

“Why am I sleeping in Satsuna’s bed?”

I clearly remember licking Satsuna’s nice-smelling foot here yesterday.

I get off the bed and check my condition in the large, elegant mirror on the dressing table.

“That’s a pretty big bandage.”

The moment I see the bandage, I recall most of what happened, but I don’t panic.

It’s not a big deal.

Today, Ayuka, Satsuna, and I went to the tutoring center, and for some reason, Kirino-san was there too. Then, Kirino-san, Satsuna, and I were studying together.

I think Satsuna suddenly provoked Kirino-san in a tone you wouldn’t expect from a girl at a fancy school.

Then, Kirino-san’s super tough patience snapped, and when she was about to hit Satsuna, I took her place, got my face grabbed, and was slammed hard onto the desk.

And then, I bled from my forehead and passed out.

…Thinking about it again, I’m pretty brave, aren’t I?

You know, like those guys in anime or movies who mysteriously sacrifice themselves.

Maybe my way of thinking is like theirs.

Anyway, I’ve sorted out most of the info, but I still don’t know what happened from when I passed out to ending up here.

I guess Satsuna carried me here, but the issue is Kirino-san.

If my ears weren’t messed up by some disease, Satsuna said something about settling this quietly.

So Kirino-san probably isn’t at the police station being questioned.

I’m not mad about being beaten by Kirino-san this time, and I don’t think this will affect our relationship.

If someone provokes you that much, unless you’re a masochist, anyone would snap.

It’s just a masochist guy’s wish to get some bloody DV from his usually kind girlfriend.

My body is actually grateful to Kirino-san.

As I’m lost in these thoughts, the door opens, and Fuzuha comes in.

“Oh, big brother, you’re awake?”

Fuzuha rushes to me, her eyes full of worry about my condition.

“How are you? Is your mind clear? Does your forehead hurt?”

“Yeah, my mind’s clear, and I don’t feel much pain.”

There’s no way the pain from bleeding would go away this fast, but my pleasure power probably covered it up.

“Good. But just in case, stay resting on the bed.”

Fuzuha urges me, and I lie back down on the bed.

“Fuzuha, why am I in Satsuna’s room?”

“Satsuna’s friend? suddenly carried you home and wouldn’t say what happened except that Satsuna told them to, and they put you on Satsuna’s bed.”

A question mark? That means, strictly speaking, that friend is Satsuna’s dormmate, probably blackmailed into being her servant.

And it wasn’t a request; it was an order.

“And then?”

“About fifteen minutes after the friend left, Satsuna came back and told us everything.”

“Uh, everything means…”

“You got slammed hard onto a desk by that Kirino woman, bled from your forehead, and passed out.”

Oof.

Even if she said she’d settle it quietly, she told my sisters.

Once again, things got worse between my sisters and Kirino-san.

Right now, Fuzuha’s clenching her fists so hard they’re trembling, and blood seems to be seeping out.

I can tell she’s trying not to show anger in front of me, but she can’t hide her red face.

“…Big brother. Stop going out with that woman.”

Even Fuzuha’s started talking about this now…

“The first time I met that woman, I was really scared. She kept interrogating me with a dead expression about why I interrupted the game with you.”

That Kirino-san’s face was totally a first-strike killer.

“And when she stayed over, if you weren’t there, I don’t know what she would’ve done to me.”

Yeah, she had an aura like she’d strangle Ayuka with a game cord.

“And today, she finally… made you bleed and pass out!!!”

Fuzuha gives up hiding her effort and shows anger all over her face.

Tears overflow from her eyes.

…I should calm her down.

“…Thanks for getting angry for me, Fuzuha.”

I put my hand on Fuzuha’s head and give an embarrassingly gentle smile.

“B-big brother…”

“But please don’t blame Kirino-san. I can’t explain in detail, but she might’ve been pushed to her limit.”

“B-but…”

“Please, try to understand.”

“If you say so, big brother…”

Her anger seems to calm a bit, and Fuzuha steps away from me.

“Oh, and Rinka will bring dinner soon, so stay resting until then.”

Blushing, Fuzuha leaves.

Was my smile so refreshing that she got embarrassed?

Sorry, Satsuna.

It seems I prefer girls who excessively cause me pain over cute girls who blush honestly.

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Chapter 71: The Second Sister’s Unfathomable Anger

“Kiyoto, how do you feel?”

A few minutes after Fuzuha leaves, Rinka comes in.

“Almost normal. The pain in my head is completely gone.”

“Good. But don’t let your guard down. You never know when the pain might come back. Stay resting in bed today.”

I’ve been thinking since earlier, why am I resting in Satsuna’s bed?

Normally, I’d be in my own room’s bed… well, if it’s an order, I guess I have to sleep in Satsuna’s bed…//

“Here, I made porridge.”

Rinka holds a slightly large teacup filled with porridge.

I’m totally being treated like a sick person.

“Thanks, Rinka. Just put it on the desk there.”

I point to the European-style desk right next to the bed.

But Rinka doesn’t put it down.

“What are you saying? There’s no way I’d let you eat by yourself now.”

“Huh? I mean, I don’t have a fever or anything.”

“Even so. If you move your hands too much, it might put extra strain on your body.”

Is that how it works?

“Uh, then what should I do?”

“I’ll feed you.”

//

I think I’ve been in this situation before.

Rinka comes closer, scoops porridge with a wooden spoon, and holds it toward me.

“T-thanks for the food!”

I feel my face heat up as I eagerly take the spoon.

“It’s… delicious…”

It’s been since elementary school that I ate porridge, so maybe porridge itself is just tasty, but Rinka’s cooking is top-notch, I realize again.

No wonder Satsuna feels outdone.

Rinka moves the spoon at a perfect pace, so I enjoy dinner at my usual speed without rushing.

“Sorry, but you’ll have to skip dessert.”

“No, dessert after porridge wouldn’t match anyway.”

She places the empty teacup on the European-style desk.

“…”

“…”

…What’s with this moment?

Rinka, done with her task, doesn’t leave or speak, just stares at me lying in bed.

“…!?”

After a few seconds of silently looking at each other, Rinka touches my cheek.

“R-Rinka…?”

“Your cheeks are really smooth.”

She smiles while touching my cheek.

Wait, what’s this!?

Getting my cheek touched out of nowhere like this, my “missile” is about to launch!!!

“…Your cheeks… feel nice.”

Ignoring my lower body’s crisis, Rinka keeps touching my cheek.

Oh no, I can’t hold it anymore, I’m gonna launch.

Countdown, start!

Five, four, three, two, one—!?

“———”

As if to stop my missile launch, Rinka suddenly presses her lips against mine without warning.

“———”

“———”

It’s not a deep kiss with tongues.

It’s exactly like the kiss a prince gives to wake a princess in fairy tales.

“…”

The kiss lasts about thirty seconds.

But during those thirty seconds, my mind completely shuts down.

I’m entirely swept away by the kiss with Rinka.

“…I can’t forgive them.”

“Huh? Can’t forgive?”

Her first words after the kiss are, “I can’t forgive.”

…As expected, Rinka stays cool, not quite butler-level.

“Ayuka, who took your first kiss, and that woman called Kirino who hurt you so lovably.”

Rinka is quietly angry.

Not with crazed eyes or icy cold glares, just quietly angry.

But somehow, that makes it feel even more terrifying.

Is Rinka this scary when she’s angry?

There are teachers at school who are terrifying when mad, but this fear is on another level.

My “son” completely shrinks… no, it doesn’t.

It’s actually pitching a tent under the covers.

“Oh, sorry. I should probably leave now.”

Rinka takes the teacup and heads to the door.

“See you tomorrow, Kiyoto.”

“Y-yeah, good night.”

…That was quieter than I expected.

I thought she’d be furious seeing the bandage on my forehead.

No, maybe that quiet anger was beyond just being furious.

If so… I might need to seriously find a shelter.