'No, no more! I really can't continue anymore! Sakiko, don't become a slave of desire!'
No one knew how long it had been before the girl finally, with extreme willpower, reluctantly stood up.
Although emotionally she was not satisfied, reason told her that if she kept going like this she would sooner or later be discovered by the president, so knowing when to stop was the correct choice.
Anyway… the time she would be together with the president, there was still a very, very long time ahead.
One day, she would become the woman who could stand righteously at the president's side.
By that time, she wouldn't need to sneak around like now, she could act openly and honestly, doing what she wanted to do.
Letting out a long breath, Sakiko was just about to tidy up her messy pajamas when, at the moment she unintentionally lowered her head, she happened to meet a pair of familiar amber-colored pupils.
Mustumi tilted her head slightly, expressionless, and mouthed a greeting to her, "Sakiko, good morning."
Sakiko: "..."
'M-M-M-M-Mutsumi?'
The blue-haired girl was so frightened that her soul flew out of her body, and her ivory-white cheeks flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye, yet just before she was about to scream she managed to cover her mouth in time. After quite a while, she calmed her shocked mood, and then with extreme shame mouthed the question, "You you you… when did you wake up?"
At this moment she still held a bit of a fluke mentality, maybe Mutsumi had just woken up and hadn't actually seen her embarrassing appearance?
"Since just now when you were talking to yourself saying, 'one last time' I woke up."
Thanks to the long-standing tacit understanding between childhood friends, even though she couldn't make a sound at this moment, Mustumi could still communicate with Sakiko without obstacles.
She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sakiko, give up."
At times like this, don't make any unnecessary comments anymore. Sakiko couldn't help covering her face. Of all things, it had to be this most shameful side of herself that got caught red-handed by her childhood friend. Now her life as a human… was it going to completely end?
Unlike secretary Sakiko who was full of despair and disheartened, as the second party involved, Kaito's mood at this moment was obviously more complicated.
As early as when Sakiko had just woken up, he had noticed the slight movements the girl made, and also saw clearly the scene of her dazing out at his sleeping face.
It wasn't really a big deal. He had long been accustomed to the fervent or greedy or obsessed gazes from the outside world, and compared to those women who wished they could pounce on him and swallow him whole, secretary Sakiko who just dazed at his sleeping face could barely be called pure and innocent. Her silly appearance even looked a bit cute.
But this thought only floated in his mind for a moment, when the secretary Sakiko he had rated as "both silly and pure" suddenly lowered her head.
Kaito was taken aback. He originally wanted to interrupt her action, but he was also worried that if he woke up at this time, it would make both sides awkward… It was only a second's hesitation, and the faint pleasant smell of shampoo came upon him, and someone greedily captured his lips.
At this point, actually saying "I'm still awake" was impossible.
But it wasn't a big problem. Anyway, it wasn't the first time he had been stolen a kiss. As long as he continued to pretend to be asleep, no one would be embarrassed. Besides, after kissing him once, surely Sakiko would be satisfied, right? When the girl left shyly, he could pretend to accidentally open his eyes, and this matter would be over.
But…
Kaito still overestimated the little secretary's self-control.
Once wasn't enough, she wanted a second time.
Then came a third time, a fourth time, a fifth time… as if there was no intention to stop.
So he could only pretend not to know, act as if he was still in deep sleep, like the submissive, weak wife in dramas who, facing her husband's ill-intentioned superior, for the sake of the whole family's livelihood, still had to force a smile.
Fortunately at the crucial moment, it was Mutsumi who helped him out.
Under the childhood friend's gaze, secretary Sakiko was clearly awakened to the residual conscience deep in her heart, and also realized how despicable what she had just done was. Covering her face in shame, she seemed to have no face to see anyone.
Although the green-haired girl's gaze wasn't piercing, even rather calm, as if saying "human nature, understandable, I can comprehend."
But to Sakiko, how was this different from torture?
She could no longer hold on, randomly found an excuse, and hurriedly left the room. At the same time, she still didn't forget to move lightly, avoiding making too much noise.
Mustumi had no intention of stopping her.
Although she really didn't mind Sakiko's action, after all Sakiko just did what she herself had always wanted to do but didn't dare… But right now, Sakiko needed a calm space even more.
And, the girl silently lowered her eyes, looking at Kaito's peaceful sleeping face.
Sakiko left, this also meant, in the room, only she and her Onii-chan were left.
No one would stop her, and no one would come to disturb.
She could… do whatever she wanted to do without restraint.
The devil in her heart, at this moment, silently revealed its fangs.
After a long silence, she lowered her head, and gently stretched out a hand.
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'Phew! Finally gone.'
Sensing Sakiko's figure gradually receding, Kaito relaxed a bit.
But he didn't intend to wake up immediately, after all Mutsumi was still here. If he opened his eyes right after the little secretary left, wouldn't that be like admitting guilt without being beaten?
Now it was six forty-three in the morning, and the clock on the wall still had about a quarter of a circle left before it completed the full round. He planned to open his eyes at exactly seven o'clock, then act as if nothing had happened and greet Mutsumi good morning, starting his perfectly ordinary day.
Although during these ten minutes he still had to be alone with Mutsumi, the girl had always been obedient and was the most well-behaved and sensible little sister, never harboring bad thoughts, and clearly trustworthy.
It was supposed to be so.
Kaito watched helplessly as Mutsumi, after a moment of silence, suddenly lowered her head and stretched out a hand toward him.
This familiar prelude was just like a certain secretary Sakiko who was bold enough to defy all.
The kinship between him and Mutsumi would never degenerate, the former Kaito firmly believed so.
But now looking at the girl whose lowered eyelashes hid her thoughts, he suddenly felt unsure.
'Could it be… I am wrong AGAIN?'
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The girl's fair, delicate slender hand got closer and closer to that sleeping face.
But…
At the moment of nearly touching, Mustumi didn't lean in again, but instead naturally turned in direction and helped her Onii-chan tuck in the slightly messy blanket.
This was the trace Sakiko had left earlier. When she left she had been too flustered and hadn't noticed this little detail, and naturally hadn't restored it.
Although her Onii-chan might not have noticed this abnormality, it was still a flaw.
After doing this, the girl leaned back to sit at the foot of the bed again, hugging her knees with both hands.
She silently gazed at her sleeping Onii-chan, without words, and without any further action. The doll-like delicate face showed no expression, like a still oil painting.
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