“If anyone’s plotting something, it’s you, my dear brother,” she said with a wry smirk, watching him closely.
“…”
They locked eyes in silence for a few moments, but even though they knew each other inside out, reading the other’s poker face still proved difficult. Nevertheless, it wasn’t long before Yuki exhaled, seeming amused, then began rummaging through her bag until eventually pulling something out.
“All right, all right. I’ll sweeten the pot,” she grumbled, and smacked a USB stick onto the table.
“…What’s this?”
“This? Heh. I call it the X File.”
“I don’t know what that means, but you should probably get rid of it. Now.”
“Get rid of it…? Are you sure? Because there is some valuable data on the one and only Alya stored in here.”
Yuki had one eye closed as her parted lips curled into a devilish grin.
“Probably just pictures of her in a bathing suit,” Masachika interjected calmly.
“How’d you know?”
“Seriously?! Let me guess. You’re about to say something like ‘I told her I wouldn’t give the pictures to anyone, but I never said I wouldn’t give the image data to anyone,’ right?!”
“Tsk! You’re good. Too good… You win. This USB is yours.”
“I don’t want it.”
“What? Are you saying this isn’t enough? Hmph. You greedy little boy… Fine. I’ll throw in Masha’s as well.”
“What? No. Who do you think you are? Some kind of merchant trying to throw in a few more items to get the protagonist to bite? ‘Ah, still not enough? How ’bout I sweeten the deal a bit for ya, eh?’”
“The dialogue at the end felt unnecessary, but I get what you mean,” she replied, flashing yet another mischievous smirk. “So? What are you going to do? I’d be willing to part with both USBs if you tell me the truth.”
“Joking aside, you shouldn’t be walking around with USBs like that.”
“Don’t worry. They’re password-protected just in case. The password hint is my birthday.”
“Hint?”
“Come on. Just be honest with yourself. All you have to do is give me a little information, and you’ll get access to countless pictures of their scantily clad, tight, voluptuous, jiggly bodies. Boing- boing!”
“I could do without the sound effects.”
“Vrooom! Brrbrrbrrbrr!”
“Stop pretending you’re motorboating their boobs.”
“Bo-yoi-yoi-yoing—!”
“I don’t have a—!” interrupted Masachika, noticing that she was staring right at his crotch with a straight face. But after a sigh, he slid the two USB sticks across the table back toward his sister.
“More important, why would you even try to use Masha’s bathing-suit pics as bait when she already has a boyfriend?”
“…A boyfriend, you say?” replied Yuki slyly.
“…What?”
“I don’t know… I just can’t help but wonder if Masha really has a boyfriend. That’s all.”
While it still made his heart skip a beat, he had actually expected her to say that, so Masachika simply raised an eyebrow and feigned ignorance.
“What makes you say that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because I have a wide circle of friends? I’ve talked to Masha’s friends a great deal…and nobody has ever even seen what her boyfriend looks like. Nobody has ever met him, let alone seen a picture.”
“Oh?”
“Plus, the only reason why everyone thinks he’s Russian is because of the foreign-sounding name. It’s just all so strange…and that’s why I have some doubts that he even exists.”
“Makes sense. She might just be saying she has a boyfriend to keep other guys away. Still, it’s none of our business. I mean, even if she didn’t have a boyfriend, that’s still no reason to just hand over pictures of her in a bathing suit to others. Of course, that goes for Alya, too!”
“Tsk. Looks like I just can’t fool you.”
Masachika let out an exaggerated sigh while Yuki stuffed the USBs back into her pocket reluctantly.
“…Whatever. Even if you are scheming something, I’ll figure it out eventually and use it against you.”
“Right back at you. Anyway…I guess this means you aren’t involved in this game at all, right?”
“I had nothing to do with it. Whether you believe me or not is up to you, though.”
“Hmph… Well, just to let you know, I don’t plan on resorting to petty tricks, either. Alya might be a good test-taker, but she’s not going to beat me in a quiz competition. I’m going to beat her fair and square.”
“I just hope you’re telling the truth…because Alya obviously plans on beating you fair and square as well.”
Masachika thought back to how his partner was even more fired up than usual for this quiz, and he faintly shrugged.
“…? What’s wrong, bro?”
“Uh…”
After pausing, Masachika realized that he wasn’t going to be able to fool his sister, and he opened up to her.
“Like, I don’t know what’s going on with her, but she seems really frustrated lately. I don’t know what’s stressing her, but I wish she’d relax more and just be herself.”
Although it was Masachika who pushed her to improve her leadership skills, he couldn’t help but worry that she was straining herself or feeling worked up over it. He also couldn’t help but feel that she was being a little distant, too, for some reason…
I don’t know why, but it kind of feels like she’s keeping her distance from me…
“She takes everything so seriously, after all,” he mumbled to himself, scratching his head, not convinced that was the reason. Meanwhile, Yuki, who had been watching him closely, began to stroke her chin.
“My dear brother… Perhaps this is merely the arrogance of those who have it all.”
“Hmm? What are you talking about?”
Masachika was genuinely baffled by her comment, so he frowned. Yuki, on the other hand, gently smiled. She stared off into the distance and sweetly said:
“My dear, dear brother… When Masha washes up in the bath, she has to lift her boobs.”
“Huh?”
His jaw dropped in disbelief at the deranged, unexpected comment, but Yuki simply continued her monologue with a somewhat sorrowful expression in spite of his bewilderment.
“From what I was told, her boobs are apparently so massive that they are on top of her chest. The bottoms of her boobs are squished against her ribs, so she gets underboob sweat,” she explained miserably before slamming her hands against the table with furiously narrowed eyes. Lowering her gaze as if she were struggling to cope with something, she shouted with all her might:
“Gaaaaaah!! Dammit all to hell!! Underboob sweat?! What do you mean they’re ‘on top of’ her chest?! Is that some kind of riddle?! How am I supposed to respond to that?! ‘Sure, you can place mine on top of whatever you want if you make them bigger’? You can place flan on a plate, and it still doesn’t cast a shadow! If only they were the size of rice cakes, then I’d at least have a shadow!” Yuki lifted her head back up with a smirk as if she felt just fine. “And just like this, the haves unintentionally hurt the have-nots until they feel like they’ve been driven into a tight corner…”
“Was that story even necessary? And is it just me, or have you become more of a degenerate lately?”
“Puberty and hormones, my brother. And puberty ’bout to make this hor—”
“Okay, okay. I get it. By the way, yours are more like gelatin than flan custard.”
“You mean the little containers of jelly that people give out as midsummer gifts that are almost completely flat yet absurdly expensive?”
“Lady Yuki, I love jelly, too.”
“Shut your mouth, flan-tits, or they’re gonna get squeezed.”
“…?! Be my guest.”
“Yahoo!”
Yuki wasted no time before diving into Ayano’s breasts, enjoying every moment with both hands as she buried her face.
Oh. Ayano was here, too.
That was the first thought that came to Masachika’s mind as he witnessed their yuri encounter. Although he’d noticed Ayano’s shoes at the front door, he hadn’t even noticed her existence until now, causing him to secretly shudder at the idea that this maid’s stealth capabilities were improving.
Yuki, with her face still buried in Ayano’s chest, glanced at her brother and concluded:
“So maybe…it was you who unconsciously ended up driving Alya into a corner, and that’s why she’s stressed?”
“Huh…?” said Masachika with a grunt before pausing to think.
I’m the cause of Alya’s stress…? Was the band too much to ask of her? Wait, no. That’s not what this is about.
There was something else that Masachika was doing that was stressing Alisa out, but he couldn’t figure out what that something was. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t figure out what made him a have and Alisa a have-not.
I mean, I have a lot of wasted potential…and social skills? But so does Yuki… If anything, Yuki’s probably making better use of her social skills at school than me.
It would make sense if Alisa was feeling pressured because of her rival, Yuki, but it simply didn’t make sense to him that he, her partner, would be the cause. Even after Yuki and Ayano went home, he continued to rack his brain, but he couldn’t come up with a single answer.
“Hmm?”
Masachika was about to take a bath when he absentmindedly stuffed a hand into the pocket of his shorts, discovered something in there, and took it out.
“That little…”
He frowned the moment he realized what was most likely on this USB stick: Alisa’s swimsuit pictures.
“I told her to take it home with her…”
He started to ponder when Yuki could have slipped it into his pocket…until it occurred to him that she had way too many opportunities, so he gave up. After a single sigh, he took the USB stick back to his room, then placed it on his desk.
“Sigh… What are you doing turning the computer on?” griped Masachika with a straight face as if he were disappointed in himself while he took a seat at the desk. But even then, he didn’t stop.
“Come on—you’ve got to be kidding me. What are you doing plugging that USB in, Mr. Right Hand?”
His left hand grabbed his right hand before it could slide the USB stick all the way into the port, but the difference in strength was undeniable as the USB stick gradually slid inside.
Wait! You need to calm down! This USB contains pictures of Alya that she said she didn’t want anyone else to see! You would have to be a total scumbag to actually go through with this!
The voice of reason shouted in his mind, granting his left hand the strength to fight back.
“Ngh… Guh…!”
Masachika clenched his jaw while he pulled his right hand back as hard as he could…when all of a sudden, the voice of desire stepped in.
Come on. I was nearby when these pictures were taken, so what’s the big deal if I have a peek? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.
The voice of desire considerably weakened his left hand’s grip.
But even then…! She said she didn’t want anyone seeing them, so I should respect her wishes!
She was probably talking about Touya seeing them. She never specifically said she didn’t want me to see them, right? Besides, I saw her in her underwear just the other day, so this is no big deal.
Stop making excuses.
No, you stop making excuses.
The intense struggle between reason and desire continued until they ultimately found a point of compromise.
Let’s plug the USB in first, then think about what to do after that.
According to Yuki, the USB was password-protected, so it wasn’t like he would be able to see swimsuit pictures the instant he inserted the USB. Therefore, he decided to plug it in first and think later. Besides, his hands were getting tired anyway.
He pushed the USB stick into the port. Then…
“What the…?!”
The instant the computer recognized the USB memory stick, it promptly opened a folder with countless pictures lined up side by side without even asking him for a password. It all happened so quickly that he didn’t have a chance to look away—
“…Huh?” he quizzically grunted, for each displayed file was nothing more than a white rectangle.
“What the…? Is the data corrupted?”
Masachika scrolled through the files with genuine curiosity as if his struggle from a moment ago was merely a distant dream. But when he reached the bottom of the folder, he discovered a single text file titled To My Garbage Brother, Who Succumbed to Temptation ♡.
“…”
He quietly opened the file…
> These are all overexposed pictures of Alya that ended up just looking white.
“You little…!!”
After slamming his laptop shut, he rushed to his bed in a huff, then dived headfirst into his pillow.
“Ahhhhhh!!”
The sense of humiliation was too much to bear, and even that was overshadowed by his extreme sense of guilt. The negative emotions quickly intertwined, causing him to violently writhe on the bed. It took an entire forty minutes after that for him to finally recover…but the bathwater was already cold by then.
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