CHAPTER 1
Do stomach fetishes even exist?
“Big brother, wake up.”
It was a dimly lit room, quiet as could be. Only the faint sounds of cicadas chirping and the air conditioner filled the space. That is, until the sweet whispers of a young lady shook the serenity of the room. The young man didn’t open his eyes at the sound of her voice, but instead, his brow furrowed a bit, and he squirmed in his bed.
“If you don’t wake up…I’m going to kiss you.”
There was no frustration in her voice. If anything, she sounded somewhat happy as her soft murmurs echoed in the quiet room once more. However, the young man still showed no signs of waking, so the young lady’s lips faintly curled into a smile…and then into a huge grin before she yelled excitedly:
“Time’s up! You lose! Nom!”
“Ouch?!”
A sharp pain suddenly shot down the young man’s nape—Masachika Kuze’s nape—so his hand flew up to touch the back of his neck.
“Oh, you’re awake.”
“Of course I am! The hell is wrong with you?!”
He glared at the young lady—Yuki Suou, his sister—who was sitting on the edge of his bed, but she didn’t even blink. Instead, she taunted him.
“I told you I was going to kiss you if you didn’t wake up.”
“When? And what kind of kiss was that?”
“You’ve never heard of a love-bite?”
“You bit me like a damn snake.”
Yuki raised a brow in surprise at his biting remark.
“What? Do you want me to give you a normal kiss instead? Fine… Oh, but you just woke up and have morning breath, so do you think you could at least rinse your mouth for me?”
“What bizarre kind of kiss do you plan on giving me? No thanks.”
“Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t want one. We used to always kiss when we were kids and playing around.”
“Not as far as I remember.”
“Ouch. Cold. Did ya really forget how it felt to kiss me? Tsk. Fine…I’ll just make ya remember.”
She reached to undo the buttons on her shirt…until she realized she was wearing a T-shirt, so she stretched the collar with her fingers while slowly climbing onto the bed. She smirked like some conceited womanizer, crawling closer to him.
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Mfft?!”
A rolled-up summer blanket hit Yuki right in the face, sending her off the side of the bed with a muffled yelp. Immediately, she wrapped the blanket around her body pitifully and put a hand over her mouth to pretend like she had burst into tears.
“I can’t believe you! You’re terrible! You stole my first kiss, and this is how you treat me?!”
“…Even if we pretend something like that happened long ago, I would be the one robbed of my first kiss, not you.”
He glared at his sister reproachfully for making it seem like she was a tragic heroine who’d been pumped and dumped by some awful man, but Yuki continued to act the victim.
“You’re trying to make me sound like the bad guy now, huh? Men never take responsibility for their actions.”
“You have absolutely zero experience with men, so stop pretending you know anything about them!”
“You’re right… You’re the only man I have ever cared for. I only love you, and yet…!”
“Oh, shut up.”
“And yet…it appears you aren’t satisfied with only one woman…”
“The hell are you even talking about?”
Masachika seemed exhausted, but he still winced when Yuki hit him with a sharp glare.
“You still plan on playing dumb?! I know you’ve been bringing other women home behind my back!”
“…!”
His heart skipped a beat, because he had a good idea who she was talking about.
How did she know that?! Wait. She’s trying to trick me into admitting it. There’s no way she’d know about that. I have to act calm and cool!
The instant he came to that decision, he masked his shock and looked at her with disgust.
“How long do you plan on keeping this little charade up?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know!”
“What? I’m not.”
“Then how do you explain…this?!” Yuki shouted as she held out her hand. Pinched in between her thumb and index finger…was a strand of white hair, glittering in the sunlight peeking in from the slightly ajar curtains. A cold sweat suddenly began to slide down Masachika’s back.
“It’s hers, isn’t it? I found it by your pillow! How could you do this to me?! Bringing another woman with you to bed to do who knows what! Sickening!”
“No… No…! That’s not true! I didn’t let her inside my room!”
“Oh? So you admit you brought her home, huh?”
“Huh…?”
Yuki had dropped the performance out of nowhere and was now glaring at him in disappointment. While Masachika’s jaw dropped, Yuki swiftly thrust the hair forward at him with a smug, contemptuous smirk.
“Take a closer look… It’s Grandpa’s hair!”
“What?!”
“Mwa-ha-ha! You fell for it! Consider this payback for the closing ceremony!”
Masachika’s eyes narrowed at his sister’s boastful cackling as he tried to defend himself.
“‘Payback’? Pretty rich coming from the girl who went all psychological warfare on Alya after drugging me. You attacked us first.”
“Well, it is a competition, is it not? I can’t treat you special just because we’re family. Besides…”
“‘Besides’…?”
Yuki’s expression suddenly became serious as she kneeled on the edge of the bed. Masachika saw this and straightened up a bit.
“…there is something I have noticed recently.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s…”
She spoke earnestly—unusual for her—while she stared off into the distance.
“To tell the truth…I might be a villainess.”
“…All right? Explain,” he encouraged unenthusiastically.
“Think about it objectively. At school, I am seen as the model young gentlewoman who comes from a prestigious family. I even have Ayano as my maid.”
“Sure.”
“Meanwhile, Alya is a transfer student from a family of commoners. She might have the highest grades among the first-years, but people at school tend to keep their distance from her.”
“…Sure, I guess.”
“And now we’re campaign rivals. We’re duking it out on the election stage.”
“Uh-huh.”
Yuki raised an eyebrow while staring hard at her brother.
“…”
“…Staring at me like ‘Know what I mean?’ isn’t helping me understand you any better.”
“Look at the positions we’re in. I’m obviously the villainess in this scenario.”
“…Yeah, I guess I can see that.”
“If things keep going as they are now, you’re going to expose me at the closing ceremony next year in March for wrongdoings during the campaign, then you’re going to tell me you never want to see me again, and I’m going to be kicked out of school.”
“Well, I am the foolish prince in this scenario, after all.”
“Then the Suou family is going to disown me and kick Ayano and me out with only the clothes on our backs.”
“Oh, you’re going to bring Ayano with you, huh?”
“After that, I’d be scouted by Hachioji, the president of the student council at Teiou Academy, and become the vice president of the student council there.”
“You’d be scouted by who at what academy?”
“And then after joining forces with Hachioji, we’d take over Seiren Academy and merge the school into ours! More of a hostile takeover, I suppose.”
“Wow. That’s a lot of power your new student council has. Wait. What’s going to happen to Alya and me?”
“Huh? You’d be executed as representatives of the losing school, of course.”
“Harsh. Ha-ha.”
“But evil still lurks in the darkness! Yes, it was Ayano who was actually pulling the strings from behind the scenes the entire time!”
“Wh-whaaaaaat?!”
“Tune in next time! ‘Kimishima of the Rebellion: Episode II’! A great conspiracy beyond anything imaginable is about to shake Japan to its core!”
“I didn’t see that one coming.”
“And that’s why I’m apparently the villain, so I’m going to do whatever it takes to win the election!”
“Wow. Clap, clap, clap,” replied Masachika apathetically as he clapped. Yuki, on the other hand, was staring up at the ceiling with her arms raised in victory. Then she cast a meaningful sidelong glance at her brother.
“Joking aside, Ayano took really good care of you…in bed…thanks to my little scheme, so you’re welcome.”
“Don’t pause and say ‘in bed’ like that. We didn’t do anything weird.”
“Yeah, I heard. Sigh… A beautiful young woman is begging to wash your back and sleep by your side in bed, and you tell her ‘no’? Are you really a man?”
“What are you getting after me for? If anything, you should praise me for being a gentleman.”
“‘Shameful is he who spurns a woman’s invitation.’ Plus, Ayano was wearing a really revealing summertime maid uniform. It had a perfect opening under the ribbon around her neck for you to just stuff your hand into her cleavage.”
“…Have you stuffed your hand into her cleavage before?”
“Of course. It was so warm and soft. Best feeling ever.”
Masachika coldly glared at his sister for her smug confession of sexual harassment, but she simply shook her head as if he was the crazy one.
“You had the perfect get-out-of-jail-free card, and you blew it. You could have just said that the fever caused temporary madness or something. You know how people say that for some reason you can cure a cold by giving it to someone else? Well, you could have used that as an excuse to throw yourself all over her, and yet…you wasted it. You wasted the perfect chance to get some action. You could have at least grabbed a titty or something. I’m just…disappointed in you, bro.”
“I’m disappointed in what you just said.”
“More importantly, I had no idea you snuck Alya into your place. Look at you, player.”
She suddenly grinned and slowly approached him, but he immediately averted his gaze awkwardly.
“…Nothing happened.”
“Uh-huh… Two hormone-driven teenagers alone all day under the same roof, and you’re telling me nothing happened? Give me a break.”
“Seriously, nothing happened. We just…”
“You just…?”
“We just did our summer-break homework…”
“…”
Her excitement faded. She leaned back, then tilted her head to the side in mute amazement without even blinking.
“…You did homework? You invited Alya all the way over to your house just to do homework?”
“…Yeah.”
“During summer break? Your only summer break as a first-year high school student? The time most teenagers around the world openly revel in the joys of their youth?”
“…Yeah.”
“…And I’m guessing it wasn’t just a onetime thing, judging from your reaction.”
“…She came over three or so times.”
“Are you stupid or something?”
Masachika couldn’t argue when she insulted him with a straight face, and he looked away. Even he honestly felt there was something wrong with himself. Despite the fact that he’d asked Alisa if they could hang out during summer break on the way home from the closing ceremony, he’d been having a hard time finding an excuse to actually invite her…but he could easily imagine the entire summer going by without him ever thinking of anything. Furthermore, he couldn’t count on Alisa ever asking him first, so after hours of racking his brain, the best he could come up with was: “Hey, do you want to do our summer homework together?”
Over the next three days, they quietly did their homework together at the Kuze residence without even a morsel of the sweetness you would see in a romantic comedy. And although they’d already been able to finish a lot of summer homework thanks to that, Masachika began to feel as though Alisa was slowly becoming stiffer and much less content by the day. Perhaps it was nothing more than his imagination, though.
“Unbelievable. You didn’t even take her to your room…which means you did your homework together in the living room?”
“…Yeah.” Masachika nodded half-heartedly. His sister’s eyes widened in shock, and she slammed her hand down on the bed.
“You idiot! When you bring a girl home to study, you’re supposed to take her to your room and work together at your desk! That’s how the trope usually goes!”
“But that’s when the character’s parents are home…”
“Nobody was home, which is all the more reason you should have brought her to your room! Then the moment she leaned forward and you got a peek at her chest, it would warm your heart, and when she got on all fours and you saw the shape of her ass, it would warm your crotch!”
“Don’t say ‘warm your crotch.’”
“Then when you spill your tea on her white shirt, which’ll make it see-through, you can try to dry her off with a towel, which will naturally allow you to touch her body! After that, you can let her use your bath while you dry her clothes, then you can lend her one of your oversize shirts to wear! And trust me! The moment you see her when she’s fresh out of the tub with one of your shirts on, your heart’s not gonna be the only thing throbbing! I’m talkin’ about your—”
“Enough!”
“Pfft?!”
Masachika threw a pillow at his sister for making such problematic remarks so early in the day—before they even had breakfast. The pillow smacked her in the face, and she fell back. He silently approached her, grabbed the summer blanket nearby, and wrapped it around her before tying both ends into a knot. He then tossed her onto the bed like a bag of trash, giving her no choice but to calm down as he yawned and walked out of the room. That was when his eyes suddenly met those of a maid who was wiping the table in the living room. Ayano and Yuki had been staying at the Kuze residence since the previous day, as it was summer break.
“Good morning, Sir Masachika.”
“Yeah… Good morning.”
Masachika quirked a brow at Ayano, who immediately straightened her posture and bowed.
“You changed into your uniform this morning just to do a little cleaning? You could have worn something more casual since we’re going to be heading out soon.”
Today, they were going to an amusement park at Yuki’s earnest request. They were planning on leaving the house before noon, so Masachika thought it would have been more convenient for Ayano to be wearing whatever she was going to wear out today. That would mean she wouldn’t have to change twice. However…
“Wearing formal attire suited to my work is not only natural but expected,” she replied as if this was normal.
“…Is that so?”
While he felt it was unnecessary, Ayano herself seemed to switch into “maid mode” after changing into her uniform and styling her hair, so he didn’t argue with her any further. Honestly, unlike Yuki—who changed completely when she put her hair into a ponytail and switched to “little-sister mode”—Ayano seemed pretty much the same even after tying her hair up. Nevertheless, different people fired themselves up in different ways, so there was no use trying to make sense of it. Once Masachika reached that conclusion, he decided to head to the toilet and relieve himself before leaving the house. After rinsing out his mouth and washing his hands, he also washed his face to wake himself up, then returned to his room to change when…
“Zzz…”
“Nothing can kill you, can it?”
Yuki was (pretending to be) sound asleep on the bed, despite being wrapped in a summer blanket like a Christmas present, so Masachika unleashed a powerful ax kick onto her defenseless body—except instead of his heel, he used his thigh, and it wasn’t powerful at all but instead a soft tap to her side.
“Hmm?”
She opened an eye and yawned widely.
“Huh? Time for breakfast already?”
“That’s some attitude you have for a restrained crook.”
“Hey, guard. Ya got any booze?”
“Oh, you’re gonna feed me information, huh?”
“Mmm… It happened so long ago, I’m having trouble remembering. Get my drift?”
“All right, I’m out.”
“Go to the bar he used to hang out at and search the second floor. I think you’ll discover something you’ll find…interesting.”
“Then you give me a hint the moment I get annoyed and leave. How cliché.”
“Heh…”
She smiled with evident satisfaction, then spread out her arms, peeling the summer blanket off her… She then peeled…and peeled…and…
“Nngh! Guh…!”
“…”
Oops. She seemed to be having a hard time getting it off. Yuki leaned back, wrapped in the summer blanket, while flailing her legs like a maniac. Masachika unenthusiastically watched for a few moments until he eventually got fed up, crouched by her side, and untied the knot in the blanket. His sister instantly smirked with dripping confidence, rotating her head and pretending to crack her neck as she rose to her feet.
“Good grief… About time you got here. It looks like it’s my turn to make a move.”
“Ah, the trope where you’re saved by your lackey, escape prison, and are actually a superstrong character and not some pathetic bum like you pretended to be… What are we doing?” he wondered aloud wearily before lowering Yuki off the bed and tossing himself facedown on the sheets in her place.
“Hey, now. Don’t tell me you’re tired already. You just woke up. Where’s the excitement?”
“I should be asking you how you can be so excited this early in the morning.”
“Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m trying to make you feel better because you apparently had a bad dream.”
“Huh? ‘A bad dream’?”
He rolled over onto his back and traced his memories. He frowned as he vaguely recalled a dream about a memory from long ago. Yuki placed her hand on her chest.
“If you want to be held and cry in my arms, I’m here for ya, bro,” she promised with a sidelong glance. She may have hidden her thoughtfulness and love with her joking remark, but Masachika was grateful, albeit somewhat embarrassed. She would always invite herself over with Ayano in order to take care of her brother, who essentially lived by himself. While she may always claim that she came by because she was lonely, she was actually probably more concerned that her brother was feeling like he was all alone in this world.
I still draw the line when she tries to sleep in the same bed as me while bringing Ayano along with her…
He smirked, recalling their exchange from the previous night, and teased his sister: “I’d like to cry in your arms, but there’s not enough cushion, if you know what I mean.”
“They’re more than big enough to squeeze, dammit! Or what…?! Are you saying that the only boobs you recognize as boobs are the ones that are too big to even fit in your hands?!”
Yuki immediately put her hands under her breasts to push them up. His eyes narrowed at her extremely unattractive behavior, then he corrected her misunderstanding.
“Being big enough to squeeze already means they’re huge… Ahem. Regardless of how big they are, you’re really skinny, so I’d be afraid one of your ribs would poke me.”
“Then how about you just come over here and see for yourself?! Drown in my motherly love! Hi-yaaah!”
“Mnff!”
Not even a second went by, and she was already straddling him on the bed, holding his head in her arms and rubbing it between her breasts. A soft sensation caressed his cheeks as the tip of his nose pushed against her sternum.
“Heh! What’d ya think of that? Could you feel my motherly love?”
“I definitely felt some paternal love in there. You should eat a little more.”
“I am! I just don’t get fat, no matter how much I eat!” Yuki raged, releasing Masachika’s head and sitting upright.
“Sigh… It looks like my tits are just no match for the Kujou sisters.”
Still straddling his stomach, she dramatically put her hand to her forehead and shook her head.
“Don’t call them ‘tits.’”
“And fighting back with my ass or legs would be difficult as well… Plus, if we’re judging people by their ass and legs, then you can’t count Nonoa out, since she is definitely the dark horse here…”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You haven’t noticed those seductive hips of hers? Tsk! This is why booby-lovers disgust me…”
“Hey, are you going to keep rambling like this for a while? Because if you are, do you think you could wake me up when you’re finished?”
He closed his eyes to go back to sleep as though there wasn’t anything unusual about having his sister sit on his stomach. With her hand still on her forehead, she huffed out a cynical “hmph.”
“We shouldn’t rush for a conclusion, bro. There’s no way to win against those three when it comes to ass, titties, and legs, since their Westerner genetics give them an advantage. Therefore…”
She slowly lifted up her shirt, revealing her cute belly button and faintly protruding ribs while wearing a smug grin.
“…I have decided to fight back with my stomach.”
“Oh. Your stomach, huh?”
“Hee-hee! What do you think? Check out this smooth, soft stomach of mine. Makes you just want to rub your cheeks against it, doesn’t it?”
“Not really…”
“Heh! You don’t need to lie to me, bro. You’re starting to feel things you’ve never felt before now, aren’t you? New doors are opening before you.”
“Sorry, but I never even had a door for stomach fetishes to begin with.”
“Then I’ll make you one. A gateway to a new world. A door that won’t bore.”
“Was that supposed to be a haiku?”
“Hey, are you trashing my line?”
“Nothing gets by you.”
“Oh-ho, I get it. Deny it all you want, but you know our minds are one. Plus, I can read your otaku thoughts like a book—or, well, manga.”
“Fair enough.”
Actually, Masachika knew how Yuki felt, since he could also read her mind to a degree, being a fellow nerd who’d known her his entire life. Though that didn’t mean he could predict some of the outlandish things she did, and she was extremely sharp when it came to understanding how his nerdy brain worked as well.
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