The heavy rain that started in the afternoon showed no sign of stopping even into the night.
Raindrops mixed with the sound of wind smashed against the ground, still roaring with a continuous "hua hua" noise.
According to the female weather presenter on the forecast, this sudden intense downpour was expected to last two to three days before letting up.
But that was just what they said, the weather forecasts around here weren't exactly reliable.
Today torrential rain, tomorrow scorching sun...it wasn't anything unusual.
At the Sasaki household, in the living room.
Sasaki's body lazily reclined sideways on the long sofa, his cheek pressed tightly against Rinka's slender yet not bony thigh.
Taking advantage of the variety show cutting to commercials, he glanced sideways toward the floor-to-ceiling window leading to the courtyard.
Outside was pitch-black darkness.
Only under the light spilling from the living room could one vaguely make out the flowers and plants in the yard being battered by the cold, rain-laden wind, unable to lift their heads.
Watching the pink delicate flowers drenched in rain, their heads drooping pitifully with every nod, Sasaki suddenly thought....they looked just like Otome…
All pink hair… When they nod little by little, tears well up in their eyes… And the flowers were planted by Otome.
They say "when one is warm and fed, lust follows"…
Although Otome hadn't finished cooking yet, lying on Rinka's warm, soft thigh and inhaling her fragrance, Sasaki couldn't help but think of naughty things.
Stroking the boy's soft hair, noticing the breath sprayed on her thigh growing hotter and hotter, Okino Rinka uncomfortably pressed her legs together a little, shifted her gaze from the TV downward, and proactively teased him.
"Brother Fuyumi, in the living room… if Sister Otome turns her head, she'll see it. Isn't that bad?"
Yuka and Koharu-neesan couldn't come home because of the heavy rain and had to stay at school.
Aunt Kyoka hadn't returned yet either, so right now the house had only the three of them.
Based on Sasaki's understanding of Otome's cooking speed, it would probably take another twenty minutes or so before dinner was ready.
If they kept the pace tight, there was just enough time… but Rinka might not be able to keep her voice down…
At this moment, his thoughts were completely led astray by Rinka's coy, fidgety tone… The more he thought, the hotter his heart became. Sasaki exhaled, turned his head, and bit into the soft flesh of the girl's thigh:
"I didn't say anything… You're the one who can't hold back—don't tease me."
Without struggling or pushing him away, Okino Rinka suppressed the instinct to clamp her legs together, lowered her head close to her "brother-in-law's" ear, and said in a puzzled tone:
"Fuyumi-niisan didn't say it, but you must be thinking about it, right? Otherwise why would your breathing be so hot and heavy~"
Remembering how she had teased him at noon today and was seducing him now, Sasaki lifted his upper body and glanced at the figure standing in the kitchen, not far from the living room.
Her usual loose long hair had been tied into a neat ponytail with a pink hair tie, hanging down along her slender waist tied with an apron string.
After coming home, Otome had taken off her school uniform and changed into loungewear, busy cooking dinner with no attention to spare for this side.
Thinking about it, Sasaki glanced sideways toward Rinka, his gaze growing increasingly dangerous.
Okino Rinka had plenty of courage when it came to joking...more than enough.
But actually doing it here… the girl absolutely wouldn't dare.
Noticing his ominous look directed at her, Rinka shrank her shoulders and gave a dry laugh.
"Fuyumi-niisan, don't look at me like that—I'm scared."
"Scared? Too late!"
Although Sasaki was also afraid of Otome discovering them, Rinka really needed to be taught a lesson.
If he let her off today, she might get even more outrageous later.
To make her understand he wasn't so easy to tease, taking a risk and punishing her once today wasn't out of the question.
Sasaki sat up cross-legged on the sofa, puffed out his chest, very lightly pulled down his zipper, then grabbed Rinka's small waist in one motion and pulled her into his arms.
Wrapping both arms around the girl's slender, soft, willow-like waist, he gently bit her flushed, burning little ear:
"Let's see if you dare tease me again after this."
"?!!!"
…
Gulp~
Picking up the glass and the thermos on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
After filling the glass with hot water, Sasaki took a sip, then turned sideways to look at Rinka sitting beside him, her back ramrod straight, body stiff:
"No going to the bathroom, okay~
This is your punishment."
He had pocketed her little panties, and she was still wearing a short skirt… How could she possibly not go to the bathroom like this?
Not daring to relax even a little, Okino Rinka kept her back straight, knees pressed tightly together, and looked at him pitifully.
"No, no, if it leaks… Otome-neesan will notice."
Taking another sip of hot tea, Sasaki glanced at Rinka, hooked up the corner of his mouth, and said in a light tone. "You're scared Otome will find out, but at noon you teased me so much, and just now too."
"I was wrong before—I know I was wrong now." Okino Rinka grabbed Sasaki's arm and shook it gently.
With him covering for her, Otome wouldn't notice so easily, so, Sasaki wasn't worried about that..
Not to mention, he had no intention of forgiving Rinka.
Pushing aside the girl's small hand that was shaking his arm, Sasaki wrapped his arm around her slim waist and changed the subject:
"We'll talk about that later. Rinka, do you remember what I told you a few days ago?"
A few days ago…
Okino Rinka clenched her small but sufficiently perky butt, froze for a moment.
Then she realized...Fuyumi-niisan was referring to what he had told her last time when they went out to buy ice cream: to tell Otome-neesan about what Aunt Kyoka planned.
This was an important matter.
Okino Rinka grew serious:
"I remember. Brother Fuyumi are you planning to have me tell Sister Otome tonight?"
"Mm."
Nodding, Sasaki glanced at Otome who was serving rice in the kitchen, then leaned close to Rinka's ear and said.
"It's pouring hard right now. When we eat in a bit, I'll tell Otome to let you two stay over tonight. Then you find a chance to come clean to Otome about this."
For the clever and quick-witted Rinka, this task was easy.
So after hearing his confirmation, she patted her slightly rising chest and confidently raised her head:
"Don't worry, Fuyumi-niisan. I'll definitely complete the mission perfectly."
After making the promise, she quickly reverted to her pitiful look from earlier:
"So… can you give me back my… that thing?"
His left hand was in his pants pocket, fingers brushing against the small, silky warm piece of fabric as
Sasaki's right hand pinched Rinka's small face and gently shook it:
"Forget about it. This is your punishment. You have to work hard, okay? If Otome notices, it'll be really hard to explain."
While he was teasing Rinka like this, Sakuragi Otome, who had finished serving the rice and was about to call them to eat...noticed his actions.
"Fuyumi, don't bully Rinka."
Shifting his gaze toward the kitchen and meeting Otome's disapproving look, Sasaki smiled, let go of his hand, and stood up.
"I'm not bullying her—just messing around."
"Right, Rinka?"
Rinka could clearly feel the hot trickle down her thighs… she was barely holding it in, and so, her smile was strained:
"Mm~ Mm! Fuyumi-niisan isn't bullying me—we're just playing around."
Although, she said that but Otome didn't think that Fuyumi would really bully Rinka.
Not to mention, she was busy carrying the food, so she didn't see the girl's forced, bitter smile, so, simply pushed the matter aside.
"Dinner's ready! You two wash your hands and come over quickly."
"Okay."
Sasaki ruffled Rinka's wilted ponytail, responded toward the kitchen, then helped her up. "Let's go, time to eat. If you walk too slowly, Otome might get suspicious."
"…"
At this moment, her slender, soft thighs were pressed tightly together from under the skirt hem all the way to her knees.
This position worked… but it made walking impossible.
Hearing his warning, Okino Rinka reluctantly parted her legs a little and made it to the dining table.
Because she had been constantly worried about their fluids dripping onto her skirt or the chair, the girl spoke noticeably less at the dinner table today.
Fortunately, with Sasaki present, Sakuragi Otome's attention wasn't on her.
Otherwise, if she asked, she would have had to make up some excuse…
Not looking at Rinka too much to avoid drawing Otome's attention, Sasaki took a bite of fried shrimp and suggested to the pink haired girl.
"Otome, it's raining so hard today.
You and Rinka shouldn't go home tonight. Otherwise you'd have to change clothes when you get back… Is that okay?"
Tonight… stay over…
She still had her own room here, so staying was very convenient… but with Aunt Kyouka around, she felt a little shy.
Still, with the wind and rain providing some cover today, staying over wasn't a problem.
After thinking for a moment, Sakuragi Otome didn't refuse:
"Okay~"
After finishing this small matter, the two chatted about today's exam, some club matters Otome had dealt with, and some small incidents Sasaki had at the convenience store.
During the conversation, Rinka also chimed in with a few jokes.
After this not-particularly-lively but sufficiently warm dinner ended,
Rinka went upstairs to wash up.
Sasaki took the opportunity to slip into the kitchen and came up behind Otome, who was washing dishes.
Familiarly wrapping his arms around the girl's soft waist, Sasaki rested his chin on her narrow, soft shoulder and said sideways to her little ear.
"Tonight, is Otome coming to find me, or am I coming to find Otome?"
Privately, not only Sasaki but Sakuragi Otome had also grown more direct over time.
So, facing her lover's question, even though she felt a bit shy, Sakuragi Otome she no longer had the usual reproachful tone.
Not minding her lover's sneaky hands, she sniffled and melted into his embrace:
"I…"
Most of the time it was him coming to her.
Sakuragi Otome occasionally wanted to take the initiative too.
But as soon as the words left her mouth, she remembered that Rinka was also staying over tonight.
If he came to find her… tonight might be a chance.
Although she really wanted to make this a reward for him passing his grades.
But the results wouldn't come out until next week at the earliest…
After all, she had grown addicted to the pleasure, to the heat of him pressing into her again and again.
Her body remembered him too well now, opening for him without hesitation... molded into the shape of his.
It's just that she was constantly being overwhelmed by his desires.
He was tireless, relentless, while her body trembled from the strain of satisfying him alone.
Pleasure and exhaustion blurred together, her muscles aching even as desire kept her from pulling away.
She was already on the verge of being broken by her lover.
Right now, Sakuragi Otome desperately needed backup.
Not wanting her lover to suffer, but unable to endure it herself… the girl changed her words.
"Fuyumi, come find me tonight, okay?"
Kissing Otome's snow-white neck, inhaling the mixed scent of her hair fragrance and faint body odor,
Sasaki hugged her even more tightly:
"What's with the 'okay'? That's too distant."
"Mm~"
With a fuzzy, hot, nasal hum of agreement, Sakuragi Otome mustered the last bit of strength left in her body and patted his arm.
"Don't… don't tease anymore. Fuyumi, go wash up first. I'll message you later."
Knowing she was worried that Aunt Kyouka might suddenly come back, Sasaki didn't make things difficult for her.
Finally leaving a mark on her shoulder, he released his arms, smiled, and took a few steps back.
"Then I'll head up first."
"Mm." Straightening the apron that had been pushed to the middle, Sakuragi Otome nodded with flushed cheeks.
With her lover no longer there to mess around and distract her, the girl, who could arrange the tableware with her eyes closed...quickly finished the after-dinner chores.
Finally, she put the late-night snack she had prepared for Aunt Kyouka into the fridge, then washed her hands, took off the apron, and slowly walked up to the second floor.
At that moment, Rinka, who had finished washing up, came out of the bathroom wrapped in a pure white bath towel.
Wiping her still-dripping hair, the girl waved at Sakuragi Otome:
"Otome-neesan, you should go wash up too. The water is still hot."
Even though they were at home and no one else was in the hallway, Sakuragi Otome quickly walked over and adjusted the bath towel that was about to slip off, giving her a helpless look.
"Who did you learn that from? When you're wrapped in a bath towel, don't make such big movements."
"What's the big deal? There's no one else here anyway."
Okino Rinka stuck her tongue out indifferently.
"That still won't do." Sakuragi Otome gave her a slightly stern look, smoothing her dripping wet hair, and said. "Go dry your hair properly, or you'll catch a cold."
"Mm."
"Sister Otome…"
Rinka nodded and was about to say something when the latter spoke first.
"Speaking of which, it's been a while since we sisters slept together."
"It's raining hard tonight, and there might be thunder again in the second half of the night like last night.
Do you want to sleep with me, Rinka?"
The words Rinka wanted to say were snatched away by her, making the girl freeze for a second, before she grinned and nodded happily.
"Sure! I'll go to Sister Otome's room after I dry my hair."
"Okay, then I'll go take a bath first."
Watching Otome enter the bathroom, Rinka skipped lightly down the hallway, not caring about exposing anything in the slightest and even deliberately letting her bath towel loosen, straight to Fuyumi's room to dry her… hair.
...
"Uu~ Brother Fuyumi, is it still not done? Sister Otome should be almost finished bathing, right?"
"Otome takes at least half an hour to shower. If she washes her hair, it takes even longer. I know her schedule."
With one hand gently stroking Rinka's small head bit by bit, the other holding the hairdryer blowing her hair,
Sasaki sat on the chair, glanced at the time on his phone on the desk, replied casually, then turned his attention to the LINE friend request on the screen.
The person who sent the friend request had an avatar of a 2D bride in a pure white wedding dress holding a bouquet of flowers.
The name in the note was Sasaki Yukari.
Sasaki… same surname as him.
To be honest, Sasaki was a very common surname here, so he didn't think much of it and muttered to himself before moving on.
But...
Her name was… Yukari… same as his sexy editor.
Very ordinary surname, very ordinary given name.
But put together, it gave Sasaki an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
He felt like he had heard it somewhere before.
After thinking for a while, he still couldn't remember where, so, he decided to accept the request first.
The moment he added her, before he could even type a greeting—
The other side sent a message.
[Long time no see, Sasaki-kun~ (laugh.jpg)]21:35