Chapter 28

Friday, one day before the last class before summer vacation.

Many complained that the last day of the event was Monday, but that same day was continuing today-- or at least that was supposed to happen, but signs of change certainly appeared at this time.

Takanami didn't call out to me.

On the contrary, the attitude of the boys in the class seemed aloof to me.

In fact, the girls were kinder than usual, as if the world had turned upside down.

"Hey, about the scope of the summer homework assignment."

It's break time, and I call out to Takanami, who is still facing the window.

"What is it."

Takanami put his elbows on the desk and glared at me.

He lets out a low voice as if he were blaming me.

"I just wanted to ask for my notebook back because they overlap."

"Ah? So it was about that. ...Besides that, don't you have something to say first?"

I wonder what that means.

He's saying as if there's something wrong with me.

"I can't think of anything. What's wrong, all of a sudden?"

If there's anything I'm hiding, it's about my little sister.

But I hadn't told anyone about it, and if that rumour spread, the girls would hate me more than the boys.

When I gave him a look of genuine uncertainty, he slumped his shoulders and sighed.

"-Geez, why do you think so? We're friends, right?"

"Well, I think so too."

"Then come on, come on!"

Takanami raises his hands and urges me, 'Come on! Come on!', but I can't come up with anything.

I asked Suzuhara, who was nearby, for help, but he was only adamant that 'this is my fault,' and seemed to continue to support Takanami's denunciation until I confessed.

Suzuhara doesn't seem to be interested in it either, so he interrupts the conversation.

"Moreover, Sotomichi, I said the other day that there's a game for the offline meeting. Once you create an account, I'll level you up quickly, so get started before the offline meeting."

Only Suzuhara's attitude did not change.

His summer vacation planning seems to be more important to him.

"I'll play the game, but. I haven't said I'm going to the offline meeting yet."

Despite having no desire to go, Suzuhara still recommended the game to me and put the game on my smartphone.

Majomaru, a side-scrolling game with cute character designs.

It's an RPG that combines the concepts of magical girl stuff and animals, and it's said to be popular with women because it's not overly sexual.

After being taught how to progress efficiently early-game, I completed Suzuhara's tutorial in about an hour.

After that, I asked him to summarise the main points of the strategy sites for the concurrently running online game.

It was surprisingly easy to understand, making me almost blurt out phrases that we otakus know are meaningless, wondering if I could utilise such a passion in understanding those simple concepts into my studies.

In the meanwhile, I asked Suzuhara what I had done wrong, but Suzuhara didn't answer.

If there was actually something wrong with me, causing me to be bullied one-sidedly, then I would understand.

But why am I being treated like a villain?

I can't understand that.

That day, Takanami told me that he was waiting until I told him the truth and went home.

It seemed unrealistic to discuss it with anyone, espeically with people I wasn't close with, so after Suzuhara's chat, I decided to go home feeling burdened.

"Welcome home, Onii-chan."

When I got home, Miyu greeted me at the front door.

We only said hello to each other when passing by, so why did she purposely come out of the living room to greet me?

For the auspiciousness of her response, though, there seemed to be something cold-hearted in her voice.

It's just my imagination, right.

"I'm home."

Feeling strangely fatigued from school, I sit on the sofa in the living room instead of going straight to my room.

Miyu was preparing dinner.

It's rare for her to cook while wearing her uniform.

Her black hair, carefully cared for every day, falls straight past her ears.

Clear eyes, long eyelashes, staring at her hands.

Even at home, her posture is beautiful, not making any unnecessary bends.

Her cuteness is increasing day by day.

This morning she told me that it was disgusting to have lust for my little sister, but I don't think I can ever see Miyu as anything other than a woman.

Above all, Miyu doesn't seem to care about it as much as she says.

How can I see Miyu as just my little sister?

I guess I have no choice but to get a girlfriend.

I take out my smartphone and start the game.

Majomaru is an RPG that Suzuhara taught me.

I was reluctant at first, but thinking about it, it might not be a bad idea to go to the offline meeting.

"What are you playing?"

Miyu finished getting ready and sat down next to me.

Even though it was evening, the floral scent of her hair and the smell of detergent on her fingertips were mixed with the pheromones unique to girls.

"A game app. A friend recommended it to me."

Just being next to her makes my heart flutter.

Moreover, she's close to me since she's looking into my screen.

I'm in trouble, huh.

Just as I was thinking about having to get a girlfriend, I felt like Miyu's scent was making me erect.

"Huh."

Miyu reacted like she wasn't interested, but she still didn't try to leave me.

She touches my shoulder while staring at the display.

The game is difficult to play, but if I stop here, Miyu will probably leave too.

I proceeded through the story mode without thinking.

The player's stamina doesn't run out quickly, especially early-game when levelling up is faster.

It took some time because I had to follow the story closely.

"Having fun?"

Miyu asks while looking at my fingers fiddling with the screen.

"Well, more than I thought."

Given its high popularity among women, a lot of effort has been put into the story and character development.

It's such a popular work that people even gather for offline meetings.

"Does Miyu not play things like this?"

I've never seen Miyu play any games though.

She might have something like apps installed.

"I've never played those before, but. Looks interesting."

"You wanna try?"

"Yeah."

Miyu took the smartphone from me and sat down on my lap as I sat on the sofa, resting her butt firmly on top of me.

Eh, why.

"Teach me how to play."

Miyu touches the standby screen.

Even though Miyu is petite, when she sits on my lap, I can't see her, so I stick my head out to the side.

It's a pretty tough position.

"So, you see..."

I have the body temperature of Miyu on my lap.

Moreover, she's wearing a uniform skirt, so her legs are bare.

I'm wearing slacks, so our skin doesn't touch each other, but I can still feel her raw warmth.

In front of me are her swollen breasts, which is rumoured to be G-cups.

Miyu had just the first button undone, and from this distance I could see her cleavage at the top.

T-too erotic.

It's too stimulating for me.

Also, since Miyu straddled me while I was sitting deeply on the sofa, my groin area might have hit Miyu's butt, or even lower worst case scenario.

This will definitely make her angry if I get erect.

Shit.

Even that thrill excites me.

"The point is to manage the physical strength of the character that has been dispatched. If you flick like this, the character will return."

"Uh-huh."

"And then..."

I explain the game controls while somehow maintaining my rationality.

My abs are tighter than I expected.

Even though my legs are being held down, I tilt my body so as not to touch Miyu as much as possible, which inevitably puts a strain on them.

But this is fine.

My energy is concentrated in my muscles, suppressing my excitement towards Miyu.

"It's fine if you put your hands around me, you know?"

Knowing my unreasonable posture, Miyu says something outrageous to me.

If I do that, I might end up hugging her.

No, definitely.

"I thought you weren't good with skinship."

"I'm not good with it. But it's fine for now."

Another whim of Miyu?

Maybe it's because she's concentrating on the game, but her voice is flat.

Is it really fine?

It's fine, right.

I'm doing it then.

"T-then, without holding back..."

I wrapped my arms around Miyu's stomach, and this time, Miyu's body warmth spread throughout my entire body, rattling the depths of my heart.

It's not just her hair.

The scent of fabric softener emanating from her uniform.

It was the smell of clothes that Miyu had worn over and over again for two and a half years.

A faint trace of sweat remains on the nape of her neck.

I never noticed the smell of sweat of Miyu before, who always immediately went to wash her face after returning home.

But now I know.

Miyu's odour was soaked in the heat of this summer, the concentrated and mellow aroma penetrating into the back of my nose.

"Aahh... Miyu... as I thought... this..."

My rational mind easily gave in to Miyu's scent.

My glans slowly lifts its head inside Miyu's skirt.

With half an erection, was it the limited capacity of my slacks or Miyu's butt that held it down?

"Somehow a boss has appeared. Should I do everything it the same way?"

Miyu ignores my excitement and proceeds with the game.

I can't believe she hasn't noticed it though.

"For that, uh, there's going to be a strong attack. Following the setup, if you put your character on standby..."

The strength of my embrace of Miyu becomes stronger and stronger.

I never thought the day would come when I would be able to get close to Miyu like this.

When we took a bath together, it was skin to skin, so I wonder why.

Right now, it's more exciting to be hugging her fully clothed like this.

"Haah... haah..."

I wish I could have just held back my voice.

I can't help but breathe heavily.

The more excited I get, the stronger Miyu's scent becomes, and that heat concentrates in my lower abdomen.

Will she say that it's disgusting again?

Where was the me who thought that he needed to get a girlfriend?

My hips move.

With my underwear and slacks sandwiched between each other's private parts, the sensation of 'pushing against something soft' on my tip should just be because those clothes are getting twisted.

"Suu-... haah... Miyu..."

I can't stop pressing my hips against her.

Beyond the inorganic feel of cloth, there is definitely softness.

Even if it was Miyu's butt meat, it doesn't matter to me.

"Onii-chan."

As expected, my actions were too reckless, so Miyu admonished me without interrupting the battle with the boss.

"Stop hitting me."

That was Miyu's only response.

What do you mean, 'hitting?'

I'm deliberately pushing my hips against her, and I'm fully aware that the hardness of my cock is hitting her.

On top of that, I'm hugging Miyu and rubbing my lust against her.

In other words, is this the case?

It doesn't mean that I should stop because my dick is hitting her.

I should stop because it's hitting Miyu's important parts... is that what she means?

"Uu-... ah... Miyu...!"

My blood boiled all at once, and my erection was so strong that it seemed like it was going to break through my clothes.

It's hitting Miyu's pussy.

My penis is touching Miyu's crack.

My tip is inserted into a girl's special place.

I can't handle this anymore.

I want to cum like this.

I don't care if it means getting my underwear dirty.

I'm having sex with Miyu.

With clothes instead of rubber.

The body temperature and flesh that cover this tip.

I am screwing my genitals into the mouth of Miyu's honey pot.

Miyu feels it.

She can feel the hardness of my penis inside her pussy.

Ahh, I can't take it anymore.

Cumming, cumming...!

"Haah. Come on, stupid Onii-chan."

Miyu pushes my hands off and stands up.

Kuh, even though I was so close to ejaculating.

Miyu put her smartphone on the sofa and went to the kitchen.

It looked like she wanted to say something when she saw it standing up, but she didn't seem particularly angry and started preparing dinner without saying anything.

I headed to the bathroom to calm down.

I try to take off my pants and unzip them.

"What is, this?"

A strange viscosity on my slippery fingers.

I checked my underwear, wondering if I had ejaculated without realising it, but there was no sign of that.

The area where the urethral opening met was still soggy with runny discharge, but I don't think it would penetrate the pants, much less the thicker part of the zipper.

"It can't be...!?"

The moment I realised that, my heart jumped so violently that it felt like it would explode.

It was like waking up right before falling out of bed, a powerful shock that sent my thoughts racing around like a revolving lantern.

This stain on my pants.

It corresponded to the area that was hitting Miyu's crotch.

This much viscosity can't be explained with sweat.

There's no doubt.

This is.

"Miyu's..."

Love juice.

Moreover, this amount of wetness through her panties.

Was she feeling it?

My dick thrusting up from below her thighs.

Was it that her honey pot was overflowing with lewd liquid?

I don't listen to what my hands say.

My body craves Miyu's bodily fluids.

That smell.

That taste.

"Uuu... guah...!!"

I was alone in the bathroom, writhing in agony.

I want to drown in Miyu's private parts and sink to the depths of pleasure.

I bury my nose in my pants, breathe in and lick them.

This is a chance to learn Miyu's taste that I may never get again in my lifetime.

It's like the last piece of meat from an endangered species is being served cooked right in front of you.

To consume it is no longer immoral. It's already an act of blasphemy.

Losing something that has been built up since the days of the gods, something at the roots of humanity.

This is Miyu's, my blood-related little sister's, female genitalia.

Is it okay for me, her older brother, to know that taste?

Is it okay to invade a territory that even God isn't allowed to enter?

"--!"

Before I knew it, I had my pants in my mouth.

A wet cloth that absorbed Miyu's sexual desire.

Like sucking nectar from the flowers planted in the hedge.

In the face of such indulgence, my reason was too fragile.

Paradise was spreading behind my eyelids.

My eyes are floating and my thoughts keep flowing, but I don't even know what I'm thinking.

I took my underwear and started touching myself, without even questioning what I was doing.

I didn't seem to be myself.

"A... ah..."

I'm a bloodthirsty vampire, or rather, a zombie that eats human flesh.

I drank it.

I put it in my mouth.

Miyu's love juice.

Cumming.

I don't care if the toilet gets dirty.

I want to make the most of this sloppy desire.

"Ha--!?"

Just before I ejaculated, I stopped my hand.

I've noticed.

A certain fact.

Every time I ejaculate into Miyu's mouth, my semen increases in density and volume.

It was proportional to my excitement, and not only did it stimulate my urethra more, but the very act of making Miyu drink a lot gave me pleasure.

So, what about ejaculating in this state?

Without a doubt, I will update my maximum amount of semen again.

It had been so much that Miyu complained all this while, but it was clear that my ejaculation amount would be far more than that now.

If that's the case, there's no way I can just let it out like this.

There is no way I can allow myself to let this sexual desire, which has never been more aroused, pass without it being directed towards Miyu.

I quickly put on my pants and entered the living room.

I stand in front of Miyu stirring the cream stew, ignoring the fact that my crotch is damp with saliva.

Even Miyu knows that she has soiled my pants with her own filthy honey.

In that case, she would blame herself for the condition of my pants.

So there's no need to hide it.

"Miyu, I'd like you to drink it again."

I shamelessly said it.

Miyu puts some cream stew on a small plate and checks the taste, then takes out some pepper from the drawer and adds it.

"I'm not drinking today-."

Miyu also stirred the cream stew with a ladle.

I didn't know what she said.

That's not the response I expected.

I thought Miyu would accept the offer with her usual compromise.

"I will no longer handle semen today."

"That, what does that..."

"What do you mean by 'what does that'. It's normal for a little sister not to drink her older brother's semen."

That's true, but why now?

If you're going to refuse because it's not normal, I wish you'd just refused from the beginning.

"Seriously, you can't?"

"Seriously, I can't. I'm not feeling well today."

"No way, uh, what about from tomorrow onwards...?"

"Hmm. It depends on Onii-chan."

Miyu puts the stew on the plate again and tastes it.

This time, she looked satisfied.

"Depending on me, huh."

"Yeah, depending on Onii-chan."

Miyu puts her hands on her hips and faces me.

Why on earth does it have to be today.

And from tomorrow onwards, it depends on me.

I wonder what that means.

What should I do.

Go back to my room and take care of it myself?

I don't know if she'll be able to drink it even if I wait until tomorrow.

But I want to ejaculate.

There may never be another day when I can enjoy Miyu's love juices.

Even if she can't drink it, I want to at least enjoy the feeling of ejaculation.

"I got it."

I walked out of the living room with weak steps.

I'm going to lock myself in my room, take off my pants, and masturbate while tasting Miyu again.

...No, do these pants, still even taste like Miyu?

I guess all I can feel is my saliva now.

It was a small amount in the first place.

I've already licked it all away.

"Damn it."

Why didn't I just ejaculate at that time?

Even though I could've had the best ejaculation in my life.

I'm stupid.

There isn't any of Miyu's love juice left.

Not even a fragment or a mere lingering scent.

"--I, iit... it's there...! It's there, there's, still more!!"

I turned on my heel and ran into the kitchen again.

That's right, from Miyu's 'there' to my pants.

In between, there was another piece of cloth sandwiched inside.

"Miyu! Your panties! Please give me your panties! The one you're wearing now!!"

I thought to myself that I was crazy.

That was the magical power possessed by my little sister Miyu.

"Eh, panties?"

Miyu pinches the edge of her skirt and lifts it up a little.

"Yes, those panties! Also, if possible, I'd like you to drink my semen after all...!"

I know it's too arrogant.

Still, I couldn't help but pretend that this was my last chance in life.

It's like telling your first love about your feelings on the verge of death.

I want to achieve it no matter what the outcome is.

All I can say is that regardless of her true feelings, as long as she says 'Okay,' out of compassion, I will be saved.

"I don't want to drink it, but. The panties are fine."

"That, how should I say it, please...!! Nn? Nn!? W-what did you just say!?"

"Like I said, if you want my panties, I'll give them to you. I'm not drinking your semen, though."

M, my wish has reached the heavens...

"Uh, your panties, um, not the ones you washed..."

"Yeah. This one, right?"

Miyu put her hands inside her skirt and took it off, as if saying, 'Yes, yes, I understand.'

"Ah... ah-... ahh..."

I asked for it myself and I'm the one ending up confused.

Why is she giving me her panties.

There must be something wrong with this little sister of mine.

I have an erection that is clearly visible through my pants.

I openly declare that I want her to drink my semen.

Isn't it obvious that I'm going to masturbate with those panties?

"Even if I say I'll give it to you, it doesn't mean you can keep it as yours. Give it back when you're done."

Miyu handed me those warm panties.

There's no need to open it up and check.

There are stains along the cracks.

Not only that.

The liquid that dripped when she took it off is still a little thin and still hasn't dissolved.

It's Miyu's thick, dense body fluid.

"Aaahhhh, aaahhhh... aaaaAAHHH!!"

I got down on my knees right then and there.

Even though Miyu is right in front of me.

I ate my little sister's panties so vigorously that I thought I had been fasting for three days.

I placed the inseam in my mouth, nose directly above it, and cover my face with the rest of the cloth.

Every sense organ was dyed with Miyu's colour.

I can see Miyu.

I can see Miyu's secret parts.

The cracks that emit such disgusting-tasting honey come to mind clearly.

It must have been so wet this morning when Miyu was masturbating.

She lowered her voice so that I couldn't hear her, and laid her vagina inside the futon so that no sound would leak out.

I can hear it now.

The whispers of Miyu and the sound of the rubbing of her lewd liquids.

I can't anymore, I'm ejaculating.

I climax in Miyu's panties.

Just by burying my face in my sister's underwear, all the semen in my balls is squeezed out.

"Buguh, muuguh... uuu...!!"

My brain melted and my penis began to contract violently.

That moment.

"Onii-chan. You shouldn't do this in a place like this."

"Ah, ahh, please wait!! Just a little more!!"

Miyu took away her panties.

The greatest happiness in human history slips through my fingers and goes far away.

"What do you mean by a little more? Did you feel like you were going to cum just by smelling it?"

"Ugh... that's..."

It's obvious.

There's no way an older brother wouldn't ejaculate by smelling his little sister's panties.

"For goodness sake... It's almost time for the stew, so I'm going to go and put on some panties.''

Miyu places her panties on my lap and leaves the kitchen with the pot on fire.

When I went out into the hallway, she turned her head slightly and looked at me.

"Stew, keep it stirred so it doesn't burn."

I was in a daze.

I want to ejaculate.

At any rate, I want to ejaculate.

In this excited state, I don't feel like eating.

"Onii-chan."

Miyu drives a nail in me with a sharp voice.

Damn it.

Maybe I should just ejaculate while Miyu goes upstairs.

Although it no longer has the taste of Miyu, I still have the second pleasure of ejaculating inside these panties.

"That's the kitchen, so. If you do any unsanitary, I'll burn you in a preheated pot."

"I, I-I, I understand!! I understand, okay!!"

Alright, then I'll just quickly finish my meal.

Eat quickly, then go back to my room and enjoy masturbating.

"Ah-... I want to ejaculate..."

I sat dumbfounded in front of the pot, thinking only about what would happen next.

Soaking Miyu's panties with my semen.

If I return it, will Miyu keep wearing it instead of throwing it away?

If she were to wear it, I think it would be tantamount to a creampie.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became.

A pot with steam rising.

It was right after I heard the sound of Miyu opening the living room door that I noticed a burning smell wafting from there.