Near noon.
Inside the Gotoh living room.
"Jimihen, rub rub."
Toru held the Gotoh family's little dog and stroked its chin with his fingers.
Then he flipped Jimihen over and rubbed its soft belly.
In the kitchen.
Hitori, who was making lunch, secretly watched the interaction between the boy and the shiba inu.
She genuinely envied Jimihen.
How nice.
To be held by Kitahara-kun.
Hitori also wanted to lie in Toru's arms, stick out her tongue, and have him rub her belly.
But sadly, she was not a puppy.
Half an hour later.
The three of them sat at the table eating lunch.
"How, how does it taste?" Hitori asked carefully.
Toru smiled. "Delicious as always."
Futari spoke up next.
"Big sis used to be terrible at cooking, but after she met Kitahara-onii chan, she started learning."
"Really?"
"N-no, that's not true." Hitori lowered her head shyly.
Futari, your sister misunderstood you.
Sorry.
"Kitahara-onii-chan." Futari looked at him and called out.
"What is it?"
The little cutie looked innocent. "Does onii-chan have a girlfriend?"
"Unfortunately, no."
Toru spoke in a tone meant for teasing kids. "There aren't any girls around who like onii-chan. Ah, it would be nice if I could find a girlfriend."
"Really?"
Gotoh Futari glanced at her sister.
This topic, this direction.
Hitori's grip on her chopsticks tightened a little. Could it be... could her little sister be trying to help her win over Kitahara-kun?
The next second.
With Bocchi-chan staring in anticipation.
Gotoh Futari lifted both hands with a bright smile. "Great! Futari is going to date Kitahara-onii-chan!"
"Y-you can't say something like that!"
Hitori panicked, her voice several decibels louder than usual.
Traitorous little sister.
A full investigation is required.
The little cutie pressed a finger to the corner of her lips and thought aloud. "Futari likes onii-chan, and onii-chan likes Futari too, it's mutual love."
Then, as Hitori's face twisted in despair.
Futari tilted her head and gave a pure, angelic smile. "The one who should leave is big sis, right?"
Gulp.
Her heart, it, it hurts.
This knife stabbed straight into Hitori's aorta, blood spraying everywhere.
Breaking news.
The future rock queen died at home from blood loss.
Who is the culprit? Is this the distortion of human nature, or the collapse of morality?
Please listen to the report from our on site correspondent.
Moshi moshi, hello host, this is the on site reporter Sanri.
At the time of the incident, the victim was having a meal with her boyfriend and her little sister.
But because of a problematic comment from the sister, an argument began.
...
"Kitahara-onii-chan, big sister is spacing out again." Gotoh Futari tilted her little head.
Big sis is always so strange.
She clearly likes Kitahara-onii-chan, but never dares to say it.
"Fu-Futari."
Hitori's voice rasped like a zombie growl. "Kids cannot, cannot date adults."
"But Kitahara-onii-chan doesn't have a girlfriend, that's so sad."
Toru watched the sisters bicker over him.
Trying to stir the flames.
"Futari, if ten years from now you still like onii-chan, then we'll date, okay?"
"Yay!"
The little cutie was very happy.
If big sis won't confess, then Kitahara-onii-chan will be mine.
"L-lo-lic*n."
Hitori's expression turned frantic as she grabbed her phone to call the police.
What was the police number again, r right, it's 110.
"Don't call the police, I was joking."
Toru quickly explained. He was not a lolicon.
He liked playing with Futari only because he saw her as a little sister or even a daughter.
"Is onii-chan lying to Futari?"
Gotoh Futari looked wronged and sounded like she was about to cry.
Now it was Toru's turn to be cornered.
With no choice, he compromised.
"In thirteen years, when Futari grows up, if you still like onii-chan, then we'll date, okay?"
Hearing him make another promise.
Gotoh Futari finally held back her tears.
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One hour later.
After the little cutie went out to play.
Toru and Hitori went to the bedroom.
"Kitahara-kun, wh-what you said earlier, that was fake, right?"
Hitori was truly scared. If her husband ended up becoming her brother in law, what would she do?
"Don't worry, don't worry. By the time Futari becomes an adult, she'll definitely have forgotten today's promise."
Toru wasn't worried at all.
Hitori wanted to ask what he would do if her sister actually remembered.
But she decided the chances were low and stayed quiet.
After a few minutes of silence.
Toru glanced at the face hidden under Hitori's bangs.
He had been thinking for a long time about how to help her change this deeply insecure nature.
"Hitori, have you ever thought about getting your hair cut at a salon?"
"N-no."
"Have you thought about wearing different clothes? Track suits are comfortable, but honestly, not really suitable for a high school girl."
"No."
"Makeup?"
"I'm too scared."
"A boyfriend?"
Hitori looked at Toru, then lowered her head again in despair.
"C-can I see your face under the bangs?"
"I-it's not cute."
Hitori retreated several steps in fear.
Toru stepped forward several steps.
One advancing, one retreating.
Until Hitori's back pressed against the wall, nowhere left to escape.
Very soon, a long, slender hand with defined joints, the kind of hand that looked perfect for playing piano, lifted her bangs.
Their eyes met.
Hitori's breath quickened, her heart pounding wildly.
She shut her eyes on instinct.
Beside her ear.
Toru's voice brushed her heart like a feather. "See, it's cute. Hiding it is such a waste."
"N-not cute."
"Hitori, open your eyes."
Hitori slowly opened them and looked at Toru for a few seconds, her cheeks quickly turning cherry pink.
Too close.
"Your skin is very pale, is it because you stay home all the time?"
"P-probably?"
Hitori swallowed nervously and helplessly.
Kitahara-kun.
So handsome.
"Your cheeks are really soft."
Toru pinched her face gently.
"Uu..."
"No one ever told you that you're cute?"
"K-Kita chan said it before."
Hitori's gaze was completely fixed on his lips as they moved.
To Bocchi-chan.
Toru was a seducing demon, every move urging her to commit a crime.
"Your mouth is tiny."
Toru pressed his fingertip against her soft lips, and his face slowly drew closer.
"K-Ki-Kitahara-kun..."
Hitori shut her eyes again.
Uu...
He is going to kiss me?
After a few seconds.
Toru released her lips, yawned on his own, and asked.
"Hitori, can I borrow your lap? I'm a little sleepy."
Before she could answer, Toru had already laid his head onto her soft thighs.
Hitori opened her eyes and found Toru using her lap as a pillow, and she was both startled and delighted.
She quickly adjusted her posture to let him sleep more comfortably.
"If you don't like it, I can stop."
"It's fine."
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Half an hour later.
Hitori watched Toru sleeping soundly on her lap, her face displaying a silly, adorable expression.
Hehehe.
She scored big.
But the longer she looked at his face, the more her gaze drifted toward a certain spot.
...
A few minutes later.
The lovestruck girl tucked a few mischievous strands of hair behind her ear, then slowly leaned down.
Her soft pink lips moved closer.
And touched the corner of Toru's mouth.
[Congratulations player, simulation count +3]
[Overlevel operation chance +1]
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