"Teen boy fantasies," Sayuki Ogawa said, lightly smacking Shuichi Chiba's forehead.
"When you see Fumika-san's face, don't you feel like you're seeing yourself? Especially… when I've got her in my arms."
Shuichi poked at Sayuki's "weak spot."
Sayuki's heart skipped, but she casually swatted his hand away, holding it tight. "Nope."
"So Sayuki-san's just lonely and couldn't resist?" Shuichi teased.
"Get downstairs. My sister's almost back," Sayuki said, exasperated, dragging him to the door and shoving him out.
Once the door shut, her cheeks flushed with blush.
It was all his fault, teasing her into losing her senses with that smart toilet. Caught in the moment, she had no choice but to "devour" him.
And asking if she was lonely… that little pervert jerk.
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Shuichi glanced at the closed door, adjusted his pants, shook his head, and opened the system interface.
[Fumika Ogawa, Belongingness: 80]
[Sayuki Ogawa, Belongingness: 70]
[Tamako Akiyama, Belongingness: 70]
[Ichika Kitagawa, Belongingness: 30]
[Current Monthly Salary: 2,600,000 yen]
"Tastes soft and sweet, but why so stubborn when she talks?" Shuichi sighed, gripping the railing as he headed downstairs.
Just as he reached the first floor, Fumika's hurried figure appeared.
"Chiba-kun, sorry I'm late."
Seeing her man, Fumika's face lit up with radiant joy, her eyes brimming with affection.
Shuichi spread his arms, and Fumika dove into them like a swallow to its nest.
Holding her soft body, inhaling her sweet scent, Shuichi felt utterly at ease.
"I thought I'd miss you tonight, Fumika. Was ready for a midnight raid."
Fumika blushed at the mention of a raid, her flush deepening. "Sayuki's here, so sneaking in… isn't great…"
"Sayuki-san didn't seem to mind," Shuichi said, nuzzling her cool, comforting cheek.
"I'd love for you to sneak in, but if it bothers Sayuki too much, she might get mad and move out."
Fumika, stirred by his nuzzling, leaned in, sniffing his neck.
"Oh? So you think it's thrilling when Sayuki-san catches us, don't you?" Shuichi teased.
"N-no way…" Fumika's face turned crimson, stammering, her body going limp. "Not here… to the massage room…"
"You must be tired today. Let me massage you," Shuichi said, wrapping an arm around her soft waist and leading her to the massage room.
"No, I should massage you. Training was tough, right?"
"Nah, Sayuki-san was working out too, so she went easy on me. I slacked a bit," Shuichi said, winking.
Fumika giggled, lifting her body slightly to help him slide off her skirt.
Shuichi kneaded the plump thigh exposed above her garter stockings. "Go wash up first, Fumika. I'll prepare and rest a bit."
"Oh, you're not joining me?" Fumika asked, hopeful.
"Just messed up the sheets and cleaned up. Need a breather," Shuichi said, winking.
Fumika blushed, her heart racing, and scurried to the bathroom, head down.
Shuichi glanced at the door. "Sayuki-san, why not come watch? I bet Fumika-san would find it even more thrilling."
Sure enough, the massage room door creaked open, revealing Sayuki. "Silver-tongued guy, always sweet-talking my sister."
Shuichi shrugged. "Fumika-san worries that getting too close to me might neglect you, maybe push you away. This way, you're not leaving, right?"
"Hmph, acting like you're making some grand sacrifice for her," Sayuki said, glaring.
"No sacrifice? I'm offering my charm," Shuichi said shamelessly.
Sayuki ignored him, shut the door, and sat by the massage bed, pulling up a chair.
Shuichi grabbed the cart, rifling through the oils.
Soon, an eager Fumika emerged from the bath, her towel barely clinging, trembling with her excitement and curves.
But as she moved to wrap her man in her arms for a midnight snack, she spotted her sister.
"S-Sayuki?" Fumika yelped, nearly dropping her towel.
"What? You don't seem happy to see me," Sayuki said, a touch of resentment in her tone.
"N-no, just surprised. Thought you'd be asleep," Fumika hurried to explain.
Though the sisters shared a bed, their schedules differed. Sayuki was healthier—early to bed, early to rise—while Fumika stayed up late and occasionally slept in.
"We've barely spent time together lately, so I wanted to chat tonight. If you don't want me here, I'll go to sleep," Sayuki said, standing as if to leave.
Fumika grabbed her. "No way I don't want you! Don't say that, sit back down."
As the sisters tugged at each other, landing exactly as Shuichi predicted, he gestured. "Fumika, lie down."
Fumika shot him a look, questioning the situation. He winked, but she didn't quite get it, only sensing her man was about to tease her again.
And she was right.
Fumika lay down, chatting with her sister as Shuichi warmed the oil.
At first, he applied it to her face, his technique clumsy but gentle, lulling her into relaxation.
His hands, slick with oil, moved with deliberate care, tracing the contours of her cheeks before slipping to her neck, fingers grazing the sensitive skin just below her jaw. Each touch sent a shiver through her, her breath catching as he lingered, pressing lightly against her pulse point, feeling it quicken under his fingertips.
But soon, he untied her towel, spreading oil across her body.
"No, Chiba-kun, Sayuki's here…" Fumika whispered, trying to cover herself, but his warm hands were unstoppable.
"No worries, Sayuki-san's seen it before. Just a massage, totally legit," Shuichi said, pecking her lips to soothe her.
Fumika whimpered, "It's different… I'll start feeling weird…"
"What're you whispering? You used to tell me everything. Guess I'm not your closest anymore…" Sayuki said.
Shuichi inwardly scoffed. Sayuki was sly, her guilt-tripping so effortless. How could shy, vulnerable Fumika handle it?
Sure enough, Fumika panicked. "No, Sayuki's always my closest!"
"Oh, so Sayuki-san's your closest, and I'm just nobody?" Shuichi jumped in.
Fumika's eyes watered, full of grievance. "You two are ganging up on me! You're both so mean."
"You're the bad one, Fumika. Claiming me while saying Sayuki-san's your closest. Such a player," Shuichi teased.
Fumika laughed through her tears. "That's not the same! Sayuki's my sister, and you… we have that kind of relationship. They're different feelings…"
"I don't care. I'm gonna be your most important person," Shuichi said, gripping her weak spot relentlessly.
"No chance. I'm Nee-san's closest," Sayuki countered, unyielding.
As they bickered, Sayuki leaned closer, her hand brushing Shuichi's arm, a subtle challenge in her touch. Her fingers lingered, nails grazing his skin, a silent dare to escalate. Shuichi met her gaze, his own hand sliding lower on Fumika's waist, eliciting a soft gasp from her as he pressed against the curve of her hip, the oil making her skin glisten under the dim light.
The two squabbled, leaving Fumika dizzy, at a loss.
"Look at her face now, so blissful. Can you do that, Sayuki-san?" Shuichi stepped aside, still holding Fumika, urging Sayuki to see her sister's expression.
Sayuki gazed at Fumika's dazed, enraptured look, her shimmering eyes mirroring her own earlier state. Her heart trembled, but she kept arguing. "That kind of thing… Anyway, Nee-san and I grew up together. Our bond's not something a newcomer like you can match, right, Nee-san?"
Fumika's breaths were hot and heavy, her eyes blankly fixed on her sister, barely able to speak.
Her body arched slightly under Shuichi's touch, a soft moan escaping as his fingers traced the sensitive skin along her side, teasingly close to her curves. The sensation overwhelmed her, her thighs pressing together instinctively, betraying the strange heat building within her.
Her mind was a mess. What was happening? It felt like a literary love triangle showdown.
But… something was off.
Weird…
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