“So?”
“‘So’ what?”
“Have a stomach fetish now?”
“Nope. Not even a little.”
“Tsk. So it’s tits, huh? You just looove tits. Well, check out the underboob on these pups.”
With a smirk on her face, she pulled up her shirt some more, twisting her upper body back and forth. While most guys at school would drool at the sight, Masachika…
“Zzz…”
“Tsk. Stop pretending like you’re asleep. I’m not even wearing a bra, you punk. Your nose should be spewing blood like a fountain.”
“…”
“Oh, come on. How can you not see how sexy this is?” she replied with a pout. Yuki then took out her phone, raised it into the air, and adjusted her rear a tad before taking a selfie. She looked at the picture, which was of her straddling the lower half of Masachika’s stomach with her shirt rolled all the way to her chest, and gulped.
“Oh yeah… That’s deep in there.”
“Shut up.”
“I should send this to Alya. Hmm… ‘Masachika’s raring to go today, as usual.’”
“You’re a monster!”
“Oh, wait! I could pretend I’ve sent it to the wrong person and say something like ‘You were wonderful last night, Masachika.’ Should I do it?!”
“Okay, I’m wrapping you up again.”
After swiftly sitting up, he snatched her phone and wrapped her in the summer blanket once more. The motion was surprisingly skillful and fast—no more than four seconds. “Select and…delete.”
“Ahhh! H-how dare you look through my phone! You’re a devil!”
Ignoring her pleas, Masachika deleted the selfie she took.
“I’m being abused! I demand to talk to a lawyer!”
He effortlessly picked up his sister, who was flailing her arms and legs while involuntarily cosplaying as what appeared to be a bagworm.
“Yeah, yeah. Time to go back to your cave under the bed.”
His voice was sweet, like he was releasing a rescued animal back into the wild, as he slowly stuffed her under his bed.
“Ack! It’s way too narrow! I—”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ve been naughty, so you’re going back to where you belong.”
“Hey! I’m serious! There’s no way I’m going to fit, especially with this blanket wrapped around me! It’s…so tight…”
“Don’t be shy. You like tight places, right?”
He continued to stuff his sister under the bed, paying no mind to her pleas…until she suddenly began to shout distressingly.
“Masachika, wait! You’re hurting me! It hurts! Stop trying to stuff it in like that! Th-there’s no way it’s going to fit all the way!”
“…”
“Huh?! Y-you’re seriously just going to ignore me?! I-it really does hurt— Ayano, help!”
“Did you call for me, Lady Yuki?!”
“Put your weapons down, Ayano.”
Equipped in Ayano’s right hand were three metallic, ridiculously sharp pens as she rushed into the room. She surveyed the area, slowly blinking when she saw Yuki wrapped in a summer blanket with the right half of her body stuffed under the bed and Masachika squatting by her side. She observed the almost-incomprehensible situation with a blank expression, and her head tilted to the side for a few seconds…before she swiftly straightened her neck once more.
“…Oh, did you get stuck? Allow me to help you, Sir Masachika.”
She squatted by his side and began to pull Yuki out.
“…Well, at least I know now what kind of person Ayano thinks I am.”
“You reap what you sow.”
Her maid, the person she trusted the most, misunderstood and thought Yuki had tried to crawl under the bed on her own.
As they slowly pulled her out, Yuki stared into the distance, wondering where she went wrong for the person she trusted the most to assume she’d been doing who-knows-what underneath someone’s bed.
“…What are you wearing?”
“It’s a disguise,” Yuki replied casually while pushing up the brim of her hat, unfazed by her brother’s disgusted gaze. After finishing breakfast, which Ayano had prepared, everyone had gotten ready in different rooms before regrouping in the living room, but Yuki’s attire was…something else. She was wearing shorts with suspenders and a T-shirt of an anime high school girl playing the bass. She had her hair tied in pigtails under a beret, and to top things off, she was wearing oversize sunglasses… Plus, her small frame wasn’t doing her any favors today, because she did not look one bit like a high schooler—maybe a middle school student at most. Some people may even mistake her as a kid in elementary school. Nevertheless, Yuki herself didn’t seem concerned as she placed a hand on the brim of her beret with a smirk that screamed “narcissist.”
“Heh! Not even wearing a disguise can hide how adowably cute I am…”
“You’re ‘adowable,’ huh?”
“Yep.”
She made two peace signs over her chin while smugly looking up at him. She’s even acting like a snotty little brat, Masachika thought, scratching his head.
“But…why do you need a disguise?”
“Because we might run into someone we know, like we ran into Alya that one time. Don’t forget we’re campaign rivals at school right now. Wouldn’t want any weird speculation being made about us.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s already well established that we’re best friends and grew up together.”
“I’m just being careful. Better to not stir the pot when given the option.”
“Uh-huh…”
Wearing a terrible disguise is just going to make things worse if someone catches us, he thought, but telling her that was more trouble than it was worth, so he half-heartedly nodded back at her instead. Masachika then looked over at the unrefined and unapproachable young woman standing next to his sister. It was Ayano, naturally. She was wearing a bland blouse and a bland skirt. Her thick, black hair—tied up a few moments ago when she was doing housework—was now hanging over her eyes, which were already hardly visible due to the huge glasses covering her face. She looked like the kind of girl you would see in anime where she was actually really beautiful once she took off her glasses.
“…Ayano.”
“Yes, Sir Masachika.”
“I’m telling you this for your own good. Go change into something else.”
“But…”
“Just do it. A beautiful young girl in high school like you shouldn’t go out dressed like that.”
“…”
Ayano’s eyes wavered as if she was troubled by his words, so she looked to Yuki for guidance, but Masachika immediately spoke up as if he knew this was coming and urged Yuki to reconsider.
“You’re free to wear a disguise and do whatever you want, but this is too cruel. You shouldn’t make a cute girl in her prime dress like this.”
“It works because she’s cute. Obviously, she’d look like a train wreck if she weren’t.”
“Apologize to every not-cute girl in Japan. This instant,” he replied with a disgusted gaze before facing Ayano once more.
“‘Cute’…”
“…?”
Although her expression was blank, Ayano’s hands were on her cheeks, and it kind of looked like she was blushing if you squinted? Maybe? Regardless, she immediately noticed Masachika’s skeptical glance, then promptly lowered her hands and adjusted her posture. Yuki gave in.
“Fine. You can go change into something else, Ayano.”
“As you wish.”
She bowed to her master and headed over to Yuki’s room, where her belongings were. After a few seconds of watching her walk away, it suddenly hit Masachika.
“Oh. She was…blushing, wasn’t she?”
“Yeah, obviously.”
“‘Obviously’? Just because I complimented her, though? Weird.”
“Hmm… Yeah, I know what you mean.” Yuki nodded as if she could empathize.
Masachika was troubled by Ayano’s reaction—something that would be considered normal if she was just any ordinary girl. It didn’t help that he completely thought she’d been ignoring him at first. He then timidly asked:
“Hey… Ayano’s not interested in me…romantically, right?”
“As far as I know from what she has told me, she’s not.”
“Thought so…”
What Ayano felt toward Masachika and Yuki was clearly love and respect, but it was the kind of feeling a servant would have toward her masters. She had told them that herself, and Masachika had accepted this because if it was Ayano’s desire to devote herself to him as his maid, then why deny her of that?
However…if even a fragment of her devotion came from some sort of romantic feelings, then Masachika would have to consider how to deal with it. Ayano treated both siblings equally and behaved the same way around them for the most part. Never once did he ever feel she treated them differently based on their gender. That was why he recognized that she was telling the truth…but it was hard not to be skeptical after seeing her blush like that.
“Are you concerned, my dear brother?”
“It’s just… I find it hard to believe anyone would blush like that when someone who is basically family merely compliments their appearance.”
“Hmm… Yeah, I see what you mean.”
Yuki stroked her chin as though she was deeply pondering his words until she was struck with an epiphany.
“Then how about we check how she feels?”
“…? How would we do that?”
Masachika got a bad feeling in his gut when he saw his sister’s lips curl upward, but before he could stop her, she was already making a megaphone with her hands and yelling toward her room:
“Ayano! Come over here for a second! Come on, hurry! Don’t worry if you haven’t finished changing. Just get over here!”
The door to her room could be heard immediately opening and closing before rushing footsteps filled the hallway.
“You called for me, Lady Yuki?” asked Ayano, opening the door to the living room.
“Pfft!”
Masachika’s eyes went wide, and he burst into laughter the instant he saw her…because she was wearing nothing but light-purple undergarments. Calling what she was wearing lingerie would probably be more fitting, and they were more sexy than fashionable, which only made it worse. Her undergarments clearly emphasized her cleavage while revealing her thin waist and small rear, which was only complemented by her long legs. Her body wasn’t as delicate as Yuki’s, but she still had a rather impressive figure. To top it all off, her thick, dark black hair hung over her snow-white skin. She looked literally breathtakingly seductive to Masachika.
“Good job, Ayano. That’s perfect.”
“What’s ‘perfect’ about this?! Ayano! Cover yourself!”
“I have nothing to hide before you two.”
“I can see many things you should hide!” shouted Masachika in almost a scream as he looked away. Despite being rather delicate, she had very defined, feminine curves, and no matter how much Masachika thought of her as family, there was no way he could hide his panic before her half naked body.
You couldn’t even compare this to Yuki’s completely nude body! It was on an entirely different level!
Yuki, on the other hand, briskly walked over to Ayano and said to Masachika behind her:
“Look at all her beauty marks, bro. She’s so sexy, isn’t she?”
“I have no idea where you’re pointing. Anyway, Ayano, go finish changing already, okay?”
“Lady Yuki…”
“Mmm… Fine. I’m sorry for suddenly asking you to come out here like this. You can go back now.”
“It was my pleasure. I shall return shortly.”
Only when he heard the sound of the door opening and closing echoing down the hall did Masachika’s face finally return to normal. He glared at his sister.
“So? What was the point of that?”
“Hmm? I was checking whether Ayano saw you as a man or as family. After all, most women would be embarrassed to be caught in their underwear by a man if he wasn’t family.”
“Yeah…”
Masachika was taken aback by the fact that she had a good reason for what she did, and naturally, he agreed. Most people would be less embarrassed if they were seen by a member of their family.
“Anyway, what do you think, judging by how she reacted?” he asked his sister.
“Hmm? No clue.”
“Huh?”
“She did seem a little embarrassed, maybe? But her expression never changes, you know? So if you asked me whether she was embarrassed because she saw you as someone who’s datable, then…it’s anyone’s guess.”
“Thanks for wasting my time.”
But Yuki stared back into his disgusted eyes with a meaningful gaze of her own.
“At the very least, we now know that you view Ayano as more than ‘just family.’”
“…”
He was at a loss for words. Masachika himself was aware of the sexual attraction he felt when he saw Ayano in her underwear, so there was nothing to argue. Taking pleasure in seeing her brother silenced, Yuki suddenly smirked with a somewhat consoling gaze.
“By the way, I love you more than anyone else in the entire world, but as a member of my family and as my brother, you seeing me naked doesn’t embarrass me at all. I’m really sorry to disappoint you. Sorry that I’m not the kind of little sister who screams and throws something at her brother when he walks in on her changing.”
“I have no idea why I’m being apologized to, but I’d appreciate it if you were at least a little embarrassed. The fact that you’re not makes me worried about you as a woman in the middle of puberty.”
“Come on. Would someone with a normal sense of shame for a girl her age really wear something as crazy as this outside?”
“So you do realize how crazy you look?! And wipe that smug look off your face!”
“My dear brother…can I be honest with you? Being fifteen and wearing my hair in pigtails…is rough.”
“Who would have thought?” Masachika replied with a straight face as Yuki stared into the distance with a somewhat melancholic smile.
“But you know what? When I saw myself in the mirror, I started to shake. I was like, ‘Seriously? How do I look this good?’”
“It hurts to admit, but you do look good.”
“You say that, and yet your expression hardly even changed when you saw me. I suppose you’d have preferred it if I wore my hair in a ponytail?”
“What makes you think that?”
“Huh? Because you like ponytails, right?”
“Hmm… Well, I can’t deny that I do like ponytails, but you’re kind of missing the point.”
“What do you mean?”
His strange, theatrical behavior piqued her interest, so she knit her brow and looked at him seriously. Masachika smirked and continued:
“Of course, everyone loves a good ponytail, but…the best part about ponytails is when people who usually have their hair tied up untie them and let their hair down.”
“Uh-huh. Oh, it looks like we can make the next train if we leave now. By the way, don’t you think these route-finder apps really underestimate how fast the average person walks?”
“At least pretend like you’re interested in what I have to say! And I think those apps use the average elderly person’s walking speed when coming up with the times!”
“What elderly person needs eight whole minutes to switch platforms?”
“You’re just used to seeing our grandparents, who still move around a lot. The average old person around town won’t be able to chase a runaway dog two hundred meters, let alone catch them.”
“Yeah, they’d usually have to use a bike, huh?”
“No, that’s not— Whatever.”
There was so much wrong with what she’d said that Masachika felt a bit exhausted…until his eyes eventually caught sight of Ayano, who had changed and was quietly putting her hair up in a ponytail.
“…”
“Um… Ayano? Why are you putting your hair into a ponytail?”
“…? Because the amusement park probably has rules about having really long hair that is not tied back.”
“Huh? O-oh… Okay.”
“…?”
“Wow, someone check out this guy’s ego. My brother thinks everything’s about him. How embarrassing ♪,” Yuki taunted while pointing both index fingers at his face.
“Shut up!” Masachika shouted, trying to hide his embarrassment. Ayano just tilted her head to the side with her usual blank expression. Their exchange went on and on like this…until it was too late, and they missed their train.
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