[Yukinoshita Residence, Chiba Prefecture —]
Hearing Hozuki Nozomi's words, Asaka Mayama glared at him and couldn't help but stand on her tiptoes.
With a shy expression, she actively kissed his lips.
"It's okay, I won't back down. No matter how many girlfriends you have, I'll make you see my good side!"
Before he became her "Big Pervert Boyfriend," she already knew that he had girlfriends.
Although she wasn't confident about getting along with others, she would try her best.
Looking at the pure and lovely Miss Sasanqua, Hozuki Nozomi couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her lips deeply. The scent of camellia shampoo clung to her dark hair, mixing with something sweeter—vanilla lip balm, maybe, or just her. His thumb traced her jawline as he pulled back.
...…
Hozuki Nozomi sent Asaka home before returning.
Along the way, he gave her a few protective talismans and also learned the location of her home—a modest two-story in the quieter part of the district, wind chimes tinkling from the neighbor's porch.
It's worth mentioning that during this time, Mr. Mayama kept glaring at him, with arms crossed over his chest, jaw set like concrete.
Well, after all, he took away his daughter, so Nozomi could only pretend not to see his gaze and bow politely before retreating down the stone walkway.
After Hozuki Nozomi left, Mr. Mayama was once again rebuffed by Asaka, who shut her bedroom door with a firm click.
But Mr. Mayama had no way to deal with his daughter.
Who told him that he was busy with work and had no time to properly accompany Sasanqua?
Some time ago, he even had an argument with his daughter because she dyed her hair red. Now she barely spoke to him unless prompted.
I should've been there more, he thought bitterly, rubbing the back of his neck. Now some pretty-faced brat gets to waltz in and—
He sighed and went to make tea he wouldn't finish.
...
The scene shifts.
To the Yukinoshita residence—a sprawling traditional estate where cedar wood polish competed with the faint sweetness of heating oil. Evening frost crept along the garden stones outside, but the interior stayed warm, lamps casting honeyed light across tatami.
At this moment, Yukino Yukinoshita was leaning on the sofa, quietly watching the little raccoon "Mr. Pan 853" show. The TV's glow illuminated her pale features, black hair spilling over her shoulder like ink against the cream-colored cushions. She wore an oversized lavender sweater that kept slipping off one shoulder, exposing the thin strap of her camisole beneath.
Today, a certain scoundrel didn't come to bother her, so she finally had time to watch her favorite TV show.
However, thinking that a certain person had gone on a date with someone else, she couldn't help but pout. Her fingers picked at a loose thread on the armrest.
He's probably holding her hand right now. Or worse.
She even lost interest in the TV show. Mr. Pan's antics blurred into meaningless shapes.
"Perhaps, others feel the same way."
"What should I do to make this unfaithful person settle down? There are already enough sisters."
"Pfft, then we can only cut him into pieces, one piece for you, one piece for me, what do you think, Yukino-chan?"
Yukinoshita Haruno smiled and leaned closer, sitting down next to her sister. She smelled like jasmine perfume and red wine—clearly she'd been entertaining herself before wandering in. Her purple blouse was unbuttoned one button too many, the swell of her chest obvious beneath the silk.
"You, you're watching Mr. Pan's show again. If he knew you had such a childish side, would he make fun of you?"
"Hmph, he wouldn't dare!"
Yukino Yukinoshita snorted coldly, then glanced at her sister. Her ice-blue eyes narrowed.
"Besides, he already knows. He even deliberately used cats to lure me before. Only you, my sister, would make fun of me, he wouldn't."
"Yes, yes, I know he dotes on Yukino-chan the most. Really, Nee-san is even jealous."
Yukinoshita Haruno said half-seriously, half-jokingly, and leaned closer to her sister again. Her shoulder pressed against Yukino's, warmth bleeding through fabric.
Yukino Yukinoshita uncomfortably shifted her bottom to the side, thighs pressing together.
"Sister, it's hot, don't stick to me."
"Hmph, Yukino-chan, you're so annoying. When he stuck to you, why didn't you say it was hot?"
Yukino Yukinoshita's face flushed crimson, heat spreading from her cheeks down her throat. She awkwardly turned her head away, fixing her gaze on the television without seeing it.
"I told him, but he didn't listen."
Not only did he not listen, he even hugged her tightly. His chest against her back, his breath warm on her ear, his hands wandering where they shouldn't...
By the time Yukino Yukinoshita reacted, her body had already become soft and weak, leaving her no choice but to let him do as he pleased.
Stupid Nozomi. Making me remember such things in front of my sister.
Yukinoshita Haruno looked at her sister's shy expression—the way her lashes fluttered, the slight tremble of her lower lip—and couldn't help but show a mischievous smile.
Yukino-chan is so cute when she's flustered. Hozuki really does know how to handle her.
"So, Yukino-chan is the type who compromises when others are too assertive? Really, you're always so stubborn when facing Nee-san."
"I'm not stubborn… Before, I just didn't understand Nee-san's actions, and he is special."
Yukinoshita Haruno smiled with relief upon hearing her sister say that. Something tight in her chest loosened.
"Yukino-chan has grown up too. So, can you take over Nee-san's burden and let Nee-san relax?"
Upon hearing this, Yukino Yukinoshita was somewhat tempted. Her fingers stilled on the armrest.
"If Nee-san strongly insists, it's not impossible for me."
Her expression was a bit conflicted, brows drawing together.
In fact, she still had some social anxiety and wasn't used to being in crowded places. The thought of networking events made her stomach clench.
Moreover, with her serious personality, she wasn't suited for the workplace or social circles where smiles were currency and lies passed for conversation.
However, now even Mahiru was going to learn from Nee-san and manage the Shiina Family's company. Wouldn't she seem too useless if she did nothing?
Therefore, Yukino Yukinoshita was determined to try and adapt.
Yukinoshita Haruno looked at her sister's serious expression—jaw set, eyes determined—and couldn't help but raise her hand to poke her cheek. The skin dimpled beneath her finger, soft and warm.
"Dream on, Yukino-chan. My career cannot be handed over to you. If you really want to show your skills, wait until after graduation."
"Don't worry, at that time, Nee-san will guide you seriously."
Yukino Yukinoshita puffed out her cheeks.
"But… that scoundrel said he would get married after graduation…"
At that time, would she really have time to study?
Wouldn't she be afraid of being held in the room and bullied by him every day?
He'd probably keep me in bed until noon, she thought, face burning. That shameless man.
Yukinoshita Haruno seemed to see through her sister's thoughts. She smiled, stroked her sister's silky hair, fingers combing through the black strands, and said softly:
"Don't worry, there will be time."
"I don't think Nozomi is an unreasonable man, do you?"
"As long as Yukino-chan wants it, he will try to get even the moon from the sky for Yukino-chan."
"As for me, Nee-san, I'm just a bonus."
"Don't say that! Actually, Nee-san is much better than me."
Yukino Yukinoshita said comfortingly, her gaze falling on her sister's bulging chest—the way the silk strained across those full curves, easily twice her own modest size—and her small mouth couldn't help but pout.
Why did she get all the chest genes? It's unfair.
Yukinoshita Haruno was moved by this, a genuine smile softening her usually teasing expression.
"Indeed, I love Yukino-chan the most! Sob, you even know how to comfort Nee-san now. Nozomi has really trained you well."
"Bah, what training! If anyone's getting trained, it's him by me!"
Yukino Yukinoshita snorted coldly, "Speaking of which, about that topic of cutting him into pieces earlier, should we continue?"
"Pfft, alright, I won't tease you anymore, Yukino-chan, I'm on vacation today."
"So, for a change, let's make some chocolate together!"
"Okay."
Yukino Yukinoshita didn't refuse either.
Tomorrow was Valentine's Day.
"Hehe, if Yukino-chan doesn't give him chocolate, he'll probably cry."
"Hmph, he's so unfaithful, would he lack one piece of chocolate from me?"
"Oh, judging by what Yukino-chan said, you're not planning to give it to him? Who is it? Who dares to snatch Nozomi's fiancée?"
"Sister, stop messing around, I just… complained a bit."
"So, you're still going to give it to him, aren't you? Yukino-chan, just be honest, otherwise you'll regret it."
Yukinoshita Haruno stroked her sister's hair and smiled as she recalled past events. The kitchen's warm light beckoned from down the hall, the scent of cocoa powder already in the air from their earlier preparations.
"Do you remember the last time we made chocolate?"
"I remember."
"At that time, the two of us made chocolate together, and then we were going to give it to Hayama Hayato."
"Hehe, and now?"
"Now? I just think that was a foolish decision. Thankfully, the chocolate was snatched by a dog back then."
"It's great that I didn't give it to Hayama!"
Yukinoshita Haruno smiled knowingly at her sister's words.
It had to be said—Hayama Hayato was quite charming when he was young. Yukino-chan, like other girls, was attracted to the sunny and cheerful big boy with his golden hair and easy smile.
But Haruno had already seen Hayama's flaws—the way he avoided conflict at any cost, the hollowness behind that perfect facade—so when Yukino-chan was ostracized by the whole class, she decisively kept her sister away from Hayama.
As for Yukino's chocolate, it was naturally taken by Haruno, and then she lied to Yukino-chan, saying that the chocolate was snatched by a dog.
Uh, is this scolding myself?
It doesn't matter.
For Haruno, as long as her sister was happy, it didn't matter if she worked harder or worried more. She'd carry any burden to see Yukino smile.
Moreover, Hozuki Nozomi also doted on Yukino-chan. Although he was unfaithful, being able to reconcile with Yukino-chan, understand each other, and watch Yukino-chan gradually grow—
Haruno also felt very happy.
The kitchen filled with the rich scent of melting chocolate, bittersweet and warm. Cocoa powder dusted across the marble counter, and Yukino's tongue poked out in concentration as she stirred the double boiler, steam rising to mist her pale cheeks.
"Careful not to overheat it," Haruno murmured, leaning close enough that her chest brushed Yukino's shoulder.
"I know that, Nee-san."
They poured the chocolate into heart-shaped molds—Haruno's confident and quick, Yukino's careful and precise. The finished products cooled on the counter, dark and glossy.
After making the chocolate, the two sisters took a bath together. The bathroom filled with fragrant steam, scented oils swirling through the hot water. Haruno's larger breasts floated at the surface while Yukino kept her arms crossed over her modest chest, pink to her ears.
"Stop staring, Nee-san."
"But Yukino-chan is so cute~"
"I'm not cute, I'm—nngh!"
Haruno had pinched her cheek underwater, laughing at her sister's indignant squeak.
They dried off and went to sleep together in Yukino's room, sliding beneath cool silk sheets that smelled of lavender fabric softener.
Yukino protested that it was hot, trying to scoot toward the edge of the queen-sized bed.
But Haruno didn't care and insisted on cuddling, wrapping her arms around her sister's slender waist and pressing close, her breasts squishing against Yukino's back.
"Nee-san, you're suffocating me."
"Bear with it~"
Helplessly, Yukino could only acquiesce, Haruno's soft breathing eventually evening out against her neck.
...
In the middle of the night.
Yukino Yukinoshita was woken up by the noise—a soft creak of the window sliding open, the whisper of fabric against wood. Cold air kissed her bare shoulder where the blanket had slipped.
Just as she was about to tell her sister and a certain person to behave, her small mouth was covered by a warm, calloused palm.
The one who came to ambush was naturally Hozuki Nozomi.
His dark hair was tousled from the wind, cheeks flushed from the cold outside. He wore a black jacket over a simple sweater, and his familiar scent—sandalwood and something uniquely him—filled her nose.
Just as Haruno had thought—he loved Yukino very much, so on the day before Valentine's Day, he naturally came to hug his fiancée to rest together.
Except he clearly has no intention of resting, Yukino thought, heart hammering against her ribs.
She could see it in his eyes, dark with intent. The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated his face, the sharp line of his jaw, the way his gaze dropped to where her nightgown had ridden up, exposing pale thighs.
Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the bad guy with a flushed face, her blue eyes wide in the darkness. She could feel Haruno still pressed against her back, breathing deep and even in sleep.
Here? Now? With Nee-san right there?!
She resentfully hit him with her hand, a weak slap against his shoulder that made no sound. He caught her wrist easily, bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles.
Then she put her arms around his neck.
She couldn't help it. Even knowing this was reckless, even knowing Haruno could wake at any moment—her body moved on its own.
Nozomi slipped beneath the covers, the mattress dipping under his weight. He was warm, so warm compared to the chill clinging to his clothes. His hands found her waist, dragging her closer until her nightgown bunched at her hips.
"Mmph—!"
She bit down on her lip to keep quiet. His fingers traced the line of her panties, teasing, deliberate.
"You have to be silent," he breathed against her ear, voice barely audible. "Unless you want to wake your sister."
Yukino's face burned. Behind her, Haruno shifted slightly, mumbling something incoherent before settling again.
This is insane. He's insane. I'm insane for letting him—
His hand slipped beneath the cotton fabric, finding her already embarrassingly damp. His fingers spread her folds, gliding through slick heat, and Yukino shoved her face against his shoulder to muffle her whimper.
"Nnngh..."
"Already wet," he murmured, smug and low. "Were you dreaming about me, Yukino?"
She wanted to bite him. She wanted to punch him. Instead, her hips rocked forward into his touch, seeking more.
His middle finger sank inside her, curling against that spot that made sparks shoot up her spine. Her inner walls clenched around him, hot and tight. He added a second finger, stretching her, the wet sounds obscenely loud in the quiet room.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
"Hahh... hahh..."
Yukino panted against his neck, teeth grazing his skin. Behind her, Haruno's arm was still draped over her waist, and the surreal wrongness of it made everything feel more intense.
Nozomi worked her slowly, thoroughly, until her thighs trembled and her nightgown was damp with sweat. Then he withdrew his fingers—glistening in the moonlight—and brought them to his lips.
He licked them clean while maintaining eye contact.
Shameless. Absolutely shameless pervert.
But her cunt throbbed at the sight, empty and aching.
He shifted, and she heard the quiet rasp of his zipper. Then his cock pressed against her entrance, thick and hot, the head nudging her slick folds. She could feel the veins along the shaft, the way it twitched with his heartbeat.
"Wait—nngh!"
He pushed inside.
Yukino's mouth fell open in a silent scream. He was big, stretching her wide, filling her completely. She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, body arching.
"Shh." His hand covered her mouth again, muffling her desperate sounds. "Good girl. Take it quietly."
He set a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust bottoming out inside her. Her cunt squelched around his cock, wet and tight, the sensation overwhelming. The bed creaked softly with every roll of his hips.
Behind her, Haruno shifted again.
Yukino's heart nearly stopped.
But her sister only murmured something about ".. .five more minutes.. ." and pressed closer, her breasts squishing against Yukino's back, her breath warm on her nape.
She's still asleep. She's still asleep. Oh gods, please stay asleep—
Nozomi increased his pace, angling his hips to hit deeper. His thumb found her clit, circling the swollen nub, and Yukino's vision whited out.
"Mmmmph! Mmm!"
She came hard around him, walls spasming, soaking his cock with her release. He fucked her through it, relentless, until the pleasure crested again and she was shaking, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.
"Inside," she breathed against his palm. "Please—inside—"
He buried himself to the hilt and came, hot ropes of cum flooding her cunt. She felt every pulse, every twitch of his cock, the warmth spreading through her belly.
For a long moment, they stayed like that—tangled together, breathing hard, connected.
Then Nozomi pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Yukino."
"...It's not Valentine's Day yet, idiot."
But she was smiling, flushed and satisfied, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
This time, it was her turn to make noise—but somehow, miraculously, Haruno kept sleeping.
I definitely can't tell Nee-san off anymore, Yukino thought hazily, feeling Nozomi's cum leak from her stuffed cunt. Not after this.
She pressed her face against his chest and let her eyes drift closed, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear, Haruno's warmth at her back, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air.