After telling a certain someone to hide, Mafuyu Kirisu forced herself to look composed, went to the door, and opened it.
"Big Sis, long time no see! Miharu missed you so much!"
A ponytailed beauty with a fresh scent and brown hair eight-tenths like Mafuyu's dove into her arms, rubbing her cheek against Mafuyu's chest.
Mafuyu helplessly patted her little sister's head. "Alright, alright. You're not a kid anymore—still jumping on people."
"Hee-hee, because I love you most, Big Sis."
Clinging to Mafuyu's arm, Miharu Kirisu's teal eyes shone with joy and unabashed admiration.
Mafuyu sat her on the sofa and poured her a glass of water.
"Thanks, Sis~"
Miharu sipped happily; her slender calves under her skirt swung up and down, betraying her giddy mood.
"Big Sis, tonight Miharu wants to sleep with you—like old times."
"Uh… well… okay."
Mafuyu certainly didn't want to refuse—except that the troublesome Hayashi Maki was still hiding in her bedroom.
No way. She absolutely could not let Miharu see him.
First, having a man in her room would be impossible to explain. Second, Miharu looked so much like her—what if Hayashi Maki made a move on Miharu too?
As the older sister, she had to protect her.
Unaware of any of this, Miharu cheered at the yes. "Then I'll shower first."
She set her suitcase in the corner, grabbed a fresh change of clothes, and headed for the bathroom, humming as she washed off the day's sweat—clearly in high spirits.
Mafuyu seized the chance to slip back to her room.
She dragged Hayashi Maki out from under the bed and hissed in his ear, fierce as a cat, "Brat, get out—quietly. My sister's sleeping with me tonight. Don't let her see you."
Hayashi Maki pouted. "Kicking me out so fast? Kirisu-sensei, I want to sleep with you too."
"Buzz off! In your dreams!" Flustered and angry, Mafuyu bopped him with a tiny fist and shoved him toward the door. "Go. Now. Before Shiina gets worried!"
Hayashi Maki sighed. Heading home now felt like a loss—he'd just been getting into the mood. Thinking a moment, he tapped his cheek and said shamelessly, "Kiss me once and I'll listen."
"You… you little punk!" Mafuyu cursed under her breath, flicked a glance at the shower silhouette, then, mortified, leaned in and pressed her soft lips to his cheek.
"Mwah~"
"Happy now? Go."
"Heh. I'll come next time. See you, Kirisu-sensei."
Rubbing his cheek, satisfied, Hayashi Maki slipped out of her room.
Only when she saw him leave obediently did Mafuyu exhale in relief. She patted her chest, then touched her lips, emotions a snarl. Just recalling how close they'd been made her burn with shame.
When Miharu came out in pajamas and saw her, she blinked curiously. "Sis, why's your face so red?"
"Eh? Is it?" Mafuyu flinched, instinctively touching her blazing cheeks.
"It is—burning up. Do you have a fever?" Miharu pressed her forehead to her sister's. "So hot! Big Sis, are you sick?"
Meeting her sister's worried gaze, Mafuyu smiled and shook her head. "Don't worry, I'm fine. By the way, have you had dinner?"
"Of course not." Miharu looked at her hopefully. "Are you cooking tonight? I can't wait."
To Miharu, her big sister was the person she admired most; she really wanted to taste her sister's cooking.
"Uh… it's late today. I won't cook—let's order takeout."
Mafuyu declined in a hurry.
"Takeout? Okay."
Thankfully, her sister didn't object—otherwise Mafuyu would've been exposed; the fridge was completely bare.
Before long, the delivery arrived.
Mafuyu went to the door—and reflexively widened her eyes. "You again?"
The delivery guy was, of course, Hayashi Maki.
He looked her over with a straight face. "I'm doing a part-time gig. You already knew that, didn't you?"
"Hmph…" Mafuyu snatched the bag and shut the door. Good thing she answered. If Miharu had seen him—no, that wouldn't do at all.
As for Hayashi Maki's womanizing, Mafuyu felt helpless. Now that he knew where she lived, it felt like her chastity was under siege. She'd survive—but Miharu?
What if he set his sights on Miharu?
Outside the door, Hayashi Maki recalled Mafuyu's wary eyes and sighed, shaking his head. There was no helping it—no getting handsy tonight. With her sister suddenly here to share the bed, he couldn't push it. She'd hate him. Take it slow. Today wasn't a total loss anyway. Thinking of Mafuyu's shy face in the room earlier, the corners of his mouth lifted.
After they ate, Mafuyu didn't dare stuff the boxes straight into a garbage bag this time. She thought a moment, then turned to Miharu, who was dabbing her lips with a tissue. "Miharu, could I trouble you to take care of the takeout containers?"
"Of course! Leave it to Miharu, Big Sis!"
Given her sister's "mission," Miharu perked right up and had everything sorted in no time—non-recyclables separated into their own bag to take out tomorrow.
Watching her sister move so deftly, Mafuyu felt a stab of guilt. If Miharu ever learned that she'd piled unsorted trash in a cabinet—enough to draw a roach invasion—her halo as "Big Sis" would shatter instantly.
So—under no circumstances could Miharu learn what a mess she was in private.
Resolved, Mafuyu turned to prep tomorrow's lesson materials. But she couldn't settle. Every time she shut her eyes, that brat Hayashi Maki's face surfaced, refusing to fade.
Her heart was a jumble. Biting her lip, she let out a long sigh.
What should she do, going forward?
Could someone please come rein in that little punk Hayashi Maki!
~~~
Patreon(.)com/Bleam
— Currently You can Read 220+ Chapters Ahead of Others!