"Koyasu-kun, you found your cat so quickly?"
Yuria Komiya was clearly surprised to see Alistair coming downstairs so soon, seemingly not expecting him to return so quickly.
"I only came to look for my cat; it was quick. Well, thank you for your time. I'll be going back now."
Alistair knew what Yuria Komiya meant, but he chose to play dumb. The timing wasn't ideal right now. If the chance were right, Alistair wouldn't miss out on such beautiful cuts of meat.
"Are you really going back just like that? Why don't you stay for dinner?" Yuria Komiya looked at Alistair with interest, clearly not wanting him to leave just yet, but she couldn't force him, so she tentatively asked.
"No, thank you. I should go home and eat. My family is waiting for me." Alistair smiled and refused. Although he didn't know if his aunt and uncle were home—he only saw Chiaki when he returned, and wasn't sure where his aunt had gone—it didn't stop Alistair from using this as an excuse.
"Alright then. Next time you visit us, please stay for a meal. I think Anna-chan and Rina-chan would be very 'happy'~" Yuria Komiya said regretfully, but Alistair sensed the meaning wasn't so simple.
"Then, I must be going. Goodbye, Mrs. Komiya."
Alistair bid Yuria Komiya farewell, walked to the entrance, and began changing his shoes to leave.
As he looked up, he saw Anna Komiya and Rina Komiya coming down, but he didn't speak to them. He simply nodded and walked out with Little Black.
He had already said goodbye to Anna Komiya when he was upstairs. As for Rina Komiya, Alistair wasn't familiar with her, so whether he spoke to her or not made little difference, so he decided not to say anything.
"You little troublemaker. It's a good thing I know people here; otherwise, this would have been a lot more complicated." Alistair stood at the door, playfully teasing Little Black.
Clack.
A door opened nearby.
"Seriously, why don't you go yourself? You're the one who picked her up." A slightly dissatisfied female voice sounded, catching Alistair's attention.
"But you were part of it too, weren't you? And we agreed, one game decides it all. It's not my fault you had bad luck; I had a two-thirds chance of going myself."
Another female voice, sounding smug and slightly sly, responded. This voice sounded somewhat similar to the first one.
As soon as the voice fell, an orange-blonde-haired girl was shoved out, wearing what looked like another school's uniform. Her cheek was slightly puffed out, looking somewhat unconvinced. She held a small white cat against her chest. From the residual water droplets on the cat, it was clear the cat had recently been bathed.
"Ugh, fine, I'll go... Hmm? Uh..."
The girl, who was about to retort to the person inside, suddenly noticed Alistair nearby. Her speaking immediately stopped. She looked at Alistair blankly, then silently moved aside, not speaking to him.
"Sister? Is someone there? Come inside a bit and let them pass first."
The girl inside, seeing the orange-blonde-haired girl suddenly fall silent, quickly guessed what was happening and reached out a hand to pull the girl inside.
Social anxiety?
Alistair thought, watching the girl quickly enter the apartment as if escaping the situation. She had immediately gone silent upon seeing Alistair, a stranger, yet she spoke freely with her family. She was clearly a girl with social anxiety. The hallway was quite wide—wide enough for three or four people to walk side-by-side. Moving inside wasn't necessary to let someone pass. Doing something that emphasized maintaining distance from a stranger was typical of social anxiety.
So, Alistair took a few steps forward and turned to look inside, immediately getting a shock.
Inside the doorway were two girls who looked virtually identical and were exceedingly beautiful. Smooth, orange-blonde hair fell behind them. Their skin was pale and tender, their breasts were full and prominent, and their legs were straight with a just-right amount of flesh. Everything about them indicated outstanding beauty, especially their nearly identical appearance, which was simply marvelous.
"Meow~" "Meow?" "Meow~" "Meow!"
As Alistair turned out of curiosity, Little Black in his arms also turned and looked inside, immediately making eye contact with the small white cat held by the socially anxious girl. Alistair hadn't been walking fast, so the exchange between Little Black and the white cat took only a few seconds. The two cats' communication caught the attention of both Alistair and the twin sisters, causing Alistair's steps to pause instinctively.
Just as Alistair paused, the small white cat held against the chest of the socially anxious girl suddenly began to struggle violently. The socially anxious girl, caught off guard, instinctively hugged the cat higher, trying to keep it from falling, which coincidentally gave the white cat an opportunity.
The white cat struggled frantically, paused once the girl lifted her a little higher, and then suddenly stomped both hind legs hard against the girl's full, prominent breasts. Using the force to get the girl to release her grip, the cat leveraged the recoil to leap high, flying straight towards Alistair's face.
Alistair, meanwhile, was distracted by the pair of tits that kept bouncing after the white cat pushed off them. Those breasts were definitely a cup size larger than Chiaki's; F-cup at least!
As Alistair's attention was drawn to the playfully shaking large tits, the white cat was naturally ignored. Thus, Alistair was entirely smeared by the white cat.
?
A question mark popped up in Alistair's mind as his vision suddenly plunged into darkness.
"Meow!"
Hearing this meow, a mental image of a cat giving a thumbs-up emoji inexplicably crossed Alistair's mind.
"Ah! We are so sorry! We'll take the cat off right now!"
A somewhat flustered voice sounded in Alistair's ear. Alistair then felt the cat being pulled from his face. A pair of soft hands slipped between the cat and Alistair's face, making intimate contact. The smooth skin rubbing against Alistair's cheek earned high marks from him. He thought these hands would feel great rubbing against his little brother.
Fortunately, the small white cat was restrained and didn't extend her sharp claws. Although the white cat held on tightly, the other girl managed to pull her away and held her tightly, preventing her from escaping again. Alistair was unharmed, though the girl's hand gave his face a pleasant 'facial mask.' Another gain was the realization that this white cat was likely a female (probably).
"I am very sorry for the trouble. We didn't expect the kitten to suddenly struggle so much." The girl bowed apologetically to Alistair.
Isn't it common knowledge to show your tits when apologizing?
"It's fine. I wasn't hurt at all, you don't need to do that."
Although Alistair thought so, he normally stated that he was fine. He could say something like that to his girls, but this was the first time he had met the twin sisters. Saying that would be too much; he'd immediately get blacklisted and reported to the police.
"But it was still due to my sister's oversight. Because of certain reasons, my sister doesn't talk easily to strangers. I apologize for having to speak on her behalf." The sister looked at Alistair and lowered her head slightly, apologizing again.
"Sister?" Alistair looked at the girl hiding behind the speaker, then back at the speaker, and rubbed his chin.
The twins looked almost exactly alike. Alistair thought he couldn't distinguish them by face alone. However, there were minor differences in their clothing and styling, which allowed Alistair to tell them apart.
The older sister had a small red ribbon tied in a bow slightly above the middle of her bangs, while the younger sister did not. The younger sister wore glasses, while the older sister did not. The glasses didn't look like prescription lenses, but more like blue-light filters or simply non-prescription glasses for decoration.
"Uh, yes, this is my sister." The younger sister adjusted her glasses, her expression slightly odd.
Indeed, in most families with multiple children, the older child usually takes the lead over the younger ones—like an older sister leading a younger sister, or an older brother leading a younger brother. The situation of a younger sister leading an older sister was quite unusual.
"My sister is a little..."
"Socially anxious, right? That's perfectly normal. I understand. I'm a social terrorist myself, so I can sympathize." Alistair replied calmly, though his words made the two sisters secretly grimace.
"Let's introduce ourselves. I'm Alistair Vance. I live in apartment 603 and I'm a first-year student at Sakura Public Academy." Alistair held Little Black in one hand, gently holding her to keep her from acting up, and extended his other hand.
"Sakura Public Academy? What a coincidence, we are from St. Lux Academy, and we are also first-year students. I'm Nina Tsubaki, and she is Yuna Tsubaki, my sister. As you can see, she is socially anxious."
Nina Tsubaki extended her hand and briefly shook Alistair's hand. They then let go, with Alistair's swiftness earning him a slight favor from Nina Tsubaki. When she shook hands with others previously, many tried to take advantage, but she quickly pulled away.
Yuna Tsubaki, behind Nina Tsubaki, lightly punched her sister's back, expressing her displeasure at being called socially anxious.
"St. Lux Academy? Perhaps I'll see you at your school soon. You'll have to give me a proper tour of St. Lux Academy then." Alistair said with great interest upon hearing they were from St. Lux Academy.
"You're going to be an exchange student at our school?" The twins looked slightly stunned by Alistair's words.