Chapter 44

"Well then, Sotomichi-kun. Get along well with Miyu-chan, okay?"

Yamamoto-san stands at the entrance, wearing pyjamas, illuminated by the sun.

With a big smile on her face and a small wave, this goddess is beautiful no matter what she looks like.

"Thanks. What can I say, Yamamoto-san too... I wish you the best."

"Nfufu. Yes, I understand."

Yamamoto-san saw me off with a gentle voice until the end.

I bid farewell to the room where I spent a happy week.

I wanted to relax more, but unfortunately the schedule app on my smartphone tells me that I have a part-time job today.

However, there is no need to be heavy-hearted.

In fact, it feels refreshing.

Yamamoto-san made my suit fit perfectly, and I felt as if my spirit stood tall.

I'm going to work like this.

I would like to go there, but I have baggage for overnight stay, so I have to go home first.

When I returned home, straddling my bicycle and staggering with my heavy baggage, I found that the front door was locked.

Miyu should have come back, and she shouldn't be going out for a while after returning from her trip, so it's not like she's not home.

So, is she still resting in her room?

I open it, enter the front door, put my things down, and then move my wallet and other valuables into a small bag.

Then, Miyu greeted me from the top of the stairs, only her face visible.

"Huh... welcome back? Onii-chan, didn't you have a part-time job until evening today?"

"I was staying at Yamamoto-san's house, so I came to drop off my stuff. I don't have much time, so I'll be leaving soon."

"I see. Go ahead."

Miyu said that and went back to her room.

It's been a week since she've been here, so I thought she would give me a souvenir from Hokkaido to greet me, but it turned out to be much drier than I expected.

I head towards the bus stop, feeling a bit of loneliness on my back.

If I think about it, Miyu's attitude is normal.

Since Yamamoto-san has been spoiling me to this day, it has become natural for me to be greeted with a smile.

This is not going to work.

I've become a decent man, and from now on, I'll become a good older brother so that Miyu won't be disappointed again.

As I boarded the bus, I thought about how I was going to get along with Miyu from now on.

Up until now, I had prioritised my sexual desire, and had that sexual desire taken care of, or as Miyu put it, 'handling my semen.'

Miyu didn't mind it at all, and above all, I couldn't suppress my rationality, so I just let it go with the flow.

It's not a good idea to continue to have a half-hearted relationship without understanding what I don't understand.

No matter how secretive Miyu is, we first need to discuss how to treat each other as siblings and how to treat each other as men and women.

The bus arrives at the nearest station, and I go to the station with my electronic card in my hand.

The part-time job starts at 11 o'clock.

Today, after completing some simple tasks such as packing pamphlets, I will eat the provided lunch in the afternoon, and then prepare the venue for the live performance.

...Or, that's how it should be.

Anxious, I took out my phone.

Come to think of it, I still haven't received the reminder email that was supposed to be sent the day before.

It's true that I've written that today is my part-time job in the schedule app, but this is just what I entered, and I'm starting to feel less confident that it's correct.

Pikon--It was at that exact moment that I received an email notification.

Apparently there was a delay in sending the reminder.

I agreed, and since I might have missed the train if I took my time, I hurriedly boarded the train.

(Is it really possible that a reminder email will be sent on the same day...?)

After the train started, I looked back at my email, feeling anxious again.

The venue name matches and the start time matches.

Seeing that, I was relieved for some reason.

No matter how I looked at it, I had overlooked the most important item.

Assumptions are a troublesome thing, and I was preoccupied with whether or not the content of today's part-time job matched what I had expected.

It was only at the end that I noticed that the important date written in the detailed notification was off by one day.

The moment I saw it, I started sweating profusely.

No matter how many times I look back, the schedule app says I have a part-time job today, and the reminder email says I have a part-time job tomorrow.

Of course, I was the one who applied for this part-time job, so there should be an email I sent to the staffing agency on my smartphone.

After looking for it and confirming it, it appears that I had set my part-time job a day early in the schedule app.

At this time, my mind was confused, attacked by a mysterious fear that I might have had a part-time job for two days.

Because of that, I couldn't get off the train right away, and it wasn't until I got to the station closest to the concert venue that I finally called the temp agency.

"--Yes, we have confirmed your staff ID. The registered job will be from 11:00 tomorrow. Would you like to resend the email with the details?"

"Ah, no...! I'm fine. Thank you. Excuse me."

I let out a big sigh as the call ended.

After all, it was a mistake in my schedule.

I didn't receive a reminder email, so I should have noticed this mistake yesterday.

As expected, yesterday was impossible.

I wanted to share every minute of that happy time with Yamamoto-san.

Because of that, when I contacted Miyu about my plans for the day, I ended up just sending her a simple message like, "I'll be working part-time until tomorrow evening."

"Haah..."

I haven't passed through the exit ticket gate yet.

If I explained my situation to the station staff, they might give me some consideration, but I ended up wasting my bus transportation expenses.

And the time it takes to get here.

But if I think about it, I've been saved.

It's not like I gave up my part-time job.

It's much better to realise it one day in advance than to realise it one day later.

Besides, if I was at home, I'd just play games.

If I think about it like I've come out for a change, it's a healthy day.

If I hadn't been pressed for time at my part-time job, I wouldn't have known when to leave Yamamoto-san's house.

Yeah, it's not as bad as I thought.

I moved to the opposite platform and made my way back to the nearest station of my parents' house.

Since my destination was far away, I wasn't able to pass through the ticket gate for free, but I was only required to pay the entrance fee.

It was a waste, but it feels good.

However, regardless of that, I decided to go out for lunch and then go home because it would be awkward to meet Miyu if I returned home so soon after leaving.

I decided to go to a place I don't usually go to, but I felt like it would be a waste to spend money on a meal alone, so I wandered around near a family restaurant.

Then, I heard a familiar voice from behind me.

"So. That Yukari asked us to play with her during summer vacation. It seems that she only has free time during the latter half of summer vacation, but Haruka will have free time after that, right? What do you think?"

"It's okay."

"Then I'll invite you to join the group. Yukari said she wanted to go to karaoke, but I'm not really interested in it, so I guess we'll just have an hour or so and go to the clothing store."

"You should ask Yukari about that, you know."

I looked back at that voice.

There was a girl with a frighteningly good appearance, like a doll, and a girl with brown hair twintails dancing in the air, a symbol of energy.

"Ah..."

"Geh."

The moment she recognised me, the twin-tailed girl hid behind the girl walking next to her.

Miyu's friends, Haruka and Yuka, were there.

"...Rape demon."

Yuka stared at me from behind Haruka.

Did that Miyu talk to Yuka about it already?

She did say she didn't intend to keep it a secret.

"That incident... well, sorry about that."

"You're not sorry at all, aren't you?"

Yuka's dissatisfied face turns grim.

Of course that's the case.

I forcibly stole Yuka's virginity.

It's not something I can apologise for.

However, it was also true that my words did not include such gratitude.

This is because Yuka has a large number of criminal records, most of which caused Miyu a tremendous amount of trouble.

"Did something happen?"

Haruka looked bothered as Yuka tugged at her clothes.

"I told you before. He raped me."

"Ah, Miyu said that. It was Onii-san, was it?"

"Yes. He's a terrible man."

Both Yuka and Haruka are acquainted with me.

They know that I'm Miyu's older brother.

Yuka hugged Haruka tightly on her back and looked at me bitterly.

Haruka then grabbed Yuka's head and pressed her thumb hard against her temple.

"It hurtsssss!!"

"I'm also a victim of your harassment."

Miyu wasn't the only one Yuka caused trouble for.

In the first place, that incident started when Yuka secretly filmed Haruka's naked body.

"I apologised for that! And this is a different story."

While holding her head, Yuka still stared at me.

Apart from Yuka, Haruka spoke to me.

"What is Onii-san doing?"

"Eh, me? Now?"

"Yes."

Haruka takes a step closer to me, paying attention to the traffic around her.

Although her figure is nearly perfect, the round parts still have a sense of innocence, making them shockingly adorable.

"Ahh, so you see..."

It's embarrassing to say that I made a mistake on the day of my part-time job.

However, there's no excuse for just wandering around town wearing a suit like this.

"I'm going to work now, so I thought I'd fill my stomach."

"Are you eating lunch here?"

Haruka pointed at the family restaurant next to her.

"That's how it is."

When I answered, Yuka, who was holding her head after being scolded by Haruka, opened her mouth.

"Oh, that's right. We're going to eat now too. Please buy me something as an apology."

Yuka angrily directs her rage at me.

Pom, pom, Haruka stroked her head.

"What a cheap body, to allow being raped after being treated to a family restaurant."

"S-shut up! I'll order a sirloin steak...!"

In this way, I ended up treating Yuka to lunch.

When we entered the store, we were led to the back of the store, where Yuka and Haruka were lined up opposite us.

"200g sirloin steak! Includes a drink bar! And parfait after the meal!"

"Eat it all, okay?"

"Of course! I'll have seconds too!"

Yuka ordered cheerfully as if to relieve her sadness.

It's not even 5,000 yen for eating that much, but I wonder if that's the price to pay for rape.

"I'm really sorry."

For now, I'll apologise properly.

Even though there were various circumstances for each other, it doesn't change the fact that I did something terrible.

"Seriously. Letting it out like such an idiot."

Yuka wrinkles her eyebrows and looks out the window while resting her chin on her back.

I ended up letting it out on five condoms, until they were full.

Moreover, in the end, Yuka drank it all.

At that time, I thought her heart was completely broken, but surprisingly, she's doing well.

"Anyways, since its Onii-san, why did you even wear rubber?"

Yuka looked at me with an irritated look.

Haruka is next to me, but I guess it's okay since she knows the situation.

"If you had done it raw, Miyu's baby would be in my belly by now..."

Yuka stroked her stomach compassionately.

"No, even if I could do that, it would still be my child."

Well, even though she broke, this girl was crazy from the beginning.

Looking back, it was obvious from her interactions with Miyu back then.

I can no longer try to understand this girl with any sane mind.

"Um, Haruka-chan was traveling with Miyu until yesterday, right?"

"You don't have to call me anything. We went to Hokkaido. Haven't you heard?"

"Ahh, that's what I heard. You two stayed for a week, right?"

"That's true."

"No, well, I wonder what the trip was like."

I can roughly guess what the two of them were doing together, but I haven't heard anything directly from Miyu's mouth.

"You must have been doing something erotic anyways. You outcasted me."

Yuka grumbles and butts in.

Come to think of it, normally the three of them should get along well, but on the trip it was just Haruka and her.

I feel like if they're just going to do something erotic, it's okay to leave it as just the three of them.

"It's not just about being erotic. At least, that's the main purpose on the surface."

Haruka takes a sip of water with a sad expression on her face.

It seems that Miyu and Haruka were doing lewd things after all.

Isn't that the main purpose?

I feel like there's some meaning behind it on the surface.

"Saying that over and over again. You're full of lecherous thoughts."

Yuka leaned towards Haruka with a naughty look on her face, lifted Haruka's skirt right in front of me, and rubbed her exposed thigh.

Her pure white panties momentarily blur my vision, and I can't help but look away.

"You didn't put in a vibrator today? Ojou-sama."

Yuka happily snuggles up to her, but Haruka doesn't interact with her at all.

Then, she slowly picked up the pouch and started doing something inside it.

As Yuka looked at it curiously, Haruka took out 'something' from the pouch under the table and laid it above Yuka.

"Wai-, Haruka! Stupid, what are you doing in a place like this... nh... ah...!"

A sexy voice leaked from Yuka's mouth.

What the hell are these two doing in such a public place?

"Stop it, please, hey, funh, nhah... no, don't do that... nnh... haah, aahh... h-hey..."

At the far end of the family restaurant, the girls were grappling with each other while making loud voices.

This is too stimulating for me, but what should I do?

"Eh, w-what... nhah... that... w-what, are you hitting...! No... that's... if you insert it... ah...!"

Haruka took something out of her pouch and put it inside Yuka's skirt.

I watched the interaction between the two of them from the corner of my eye, praying that no one was passing by the washroom next to it.

"Nh, nnh...! Hyah, i-it went... inside... hyan...! Ah... in the back... it's thaere... ah, aah...!"

Haruka seems to be inserting something into Yuka.

Considering the situation, I can only assume that Haruka is inserting a sex toy into Yuka's vagina.

Does Haruka usually carry such things?

Even though she's so cute, it must be true that she's wearing an egg vibrator while taking tests at school.

"Uuuu... what is... this..."

When the two finished their lovey-dovey behaviour, there was a final 'click' sound and Haruka turned to the front as if nothing had happened.

"Hah... fuuh... uuu... I can't get it out..."

Yuka puts her hand inside her skirt and tries to pull something out, but it seems like she can't do it herself.

"If you forcefully pull it out, it'll hurt to death, won't it?"

Haruka got the pouch again.

A small key was wedged between her index and middle fingers.

It seems that something like a dildo that was inserted into Yuka has been modified using that key to prevent it from coming out.

"You, give me that key... nh... nguh... nnnh...!"

Immediately after Yuka stretched out her arm to snatch the key from Haruka, a very small vibration sounded, and Yuka arched her back in agony.

She was desperately holding her mouth to prevent her voice from leaking out while trembling.

"Hanh... sto-... nnnnh...! Nh, no... stop... please...!"

Haruka looked down at Yuka with cold eyes as she begged, her voice hoarse and breathless.

It's obvious that a remote control vibrator has been inserted.

What do I do.

It's about time the waiter brought the food.

Maybe I should just go to the toilet.

"Haah... hahyu... fui... aauh... please, shtop... Haruka-hyama... uuu... guh...!"

"Stop sexually harassing me outside."

"Hahii... hahii... I won't shdo it anymaure..."

Yuka receiving mercy from Haruka, had the vibrator turned off, and fell limply onto the table.

I can't help but worry about the future of these girl.

"I'm sorry for the unsightly appearance."

"O-okay. Just take it easy."

I managed to keep my dick under control by concentrating my arousal through strong mental focus.

No matter how I look at it, a man with a full erection facing two junior high school girls is a guidance case.

I'm wearing a suit now, so if I do anything wrong, I might be sent to jail.

After that, the waiter brought the food to the now quiet table, and I uncharacteristically crossed my legs to disguise the swelling in my crotch, and waited until the waitress had left to begin eating.

Even though a thick sirloin steak was served in front of her, Yuka's expression remained blank.

"Haruka, could you please take this out? My stomach hurts..."

"I'll just leave it in today to prevent any pranks."

"Fueg!? If you left something like this in there, I'd feel weird just walking around."

"You deserve it. Just saying, if you leave any food remaining, I'll make you buy an erotic book at a nearby convenience store with it inserted. If you run away, I won't give you the key."

These are the words exchanged among the young girls.

It's not good for my crotch at all, so I want it to stop soon.

"I can't buy naughty books yet. Think of my age."

"You can do anything, just ask them to buy it for you."

"I-if I ask them that with something like this inserted, I'm sure I'll get raped…!"

“Then you can ask to be treated to lunch at a family restaurant again.”

She was just as brutal as the rumours had said.

Saying such things while feigning ignorance, she is as good as Miyu as an ice queen.

"That can't be... Harukaa..."

"Just shut up and eat."

When Haruka put her hand into the pouch again, Yuka's body jumped up.

"Uuu...! Y-yes...!"

Then, Yuka finally calmed down.

In the end, who was the bad person in this exchange?

No, that isn't the thing I should be thinking about.

"Is it always like this?"

"No, I think Yuka probably got too excited in front of Onii-san."

Upon hearing that comment, Yuka made a cursed face while cutting the steak with a knife, but she didn't say anything out loud.

Haruka and I ordered Japanese pasta.

I watched Haruka roll up the pasta beautifully with a fork without making a sound before I politely ate the pasta as well.

I've been eating with Miyu for a long time and imitating her, so I'm sure my way of eating should also be pretty.

"Well, I don't know how to put it properly. I guess you could call it an erotic travel... If that's not the main thing, what else could you been doing?"

“Unfortunately, that’s the extent of what I can’t say.”

"Something you don't want people to know more about than a physical relationship..."

"That's it. It's Miyu's biggest secret."

Haruka spoke proudly and Yuka listened intriguingly.

However, Yuka seems to be unable to concentrate, distracted by the foreign object in her vagina and frequently scratches her inner thighs, followed by rough breathing.

What's the secret you can't tell more than two girls doing lewd things?

Well, among these girls, skinship between them may actually be a common thing that shouldn't be hidden.

They were actually doing something similar right in front of me.

"But if it's Onii-san, Miyu will tell you eventually, right?"

"If it's me, she'll tell me...?"

"It seems like you've gotten along quite well lately."

Haruka smiled implicitly at me.

Looking at me like this, I guess she knows what's going on between me and Miyu.

Thinking about it again, is it okay?

Miyu is also an important partner for Haruka.

In the past, Yuka said that 'Haruka and Miyu are not in a romantic relationship,' but it is unlikely that Haruka doesn't stick to Miyu.

"Does Haruka care if I get along well with Miyu?"

"I don't care. It makes me happier for Miyu. Of course, I was a little surprised when I heard about the recent incident. But I knew it would happen eventually, so it made sense."

I couldn't figure out what this girl was saying, probably because she was intentionally hiding it.

Still, there was no shade in Haruka's voice.

It's like she genuinely feels happy that Miyu and I are getting along so well.

"Haruka is fine with that, right?"

"Yes. Miyu is still special, but I have someone else as well."

Haruka smiles while covering her mouth with a paper napkin.

Come to think of it, this girl was a serious lesbian.

Perhaps the mysterious Onee-san who is assisting Miyu and Haruka in their travels is also included.

"So, please don't hesitate. I'm sure Miyu would like that too."

Haruka said so proudly.

I can't believe that Miyu wants to get along with me.

I wonder if I can trust such information.

"To be exact, it will come to what you want eventually. At the very least, Onii-san should remain considerate, you can't do anything all of a sudden, okay?"

"I-I see."

I feel that Haruka's words should not be ignored.

Judging from the flow of this story, getting along has a sexual meaning.

Does that mean that Miyu will eventually come to desire that...?

"U-um, what have you been talking about?"

Unable to bear the feeling of loneliness anymore, Yuka tugged on the hem of Haruka's clothes and begged for details.

Perhaps the punishment from earlier had taken effect, as her tone was quite modest.

"Yuka needs to find a new partner soon too."

"I-I'm trying my best."

"There’s no sign of that, though?"

"They say it's fine if you're in junior high school."

Yuka narrows her mouth, looking a little sad.

I see, that's what the story is about.

Some stuff happened, but I want these three to get along.

"W-well. I did my best to eat it, so maybe it's time for you to give me the key..."

Before I knew it, Yuka had finished eating her steak.

She worked hard with one thing in her stomach.

Haruka seemed to sense some remorse at Yuka's offer, and obediently handed her the key.

Then, when Yuka tries to pull out on the spot, Haruka orders her to take it out in the bathroom and wash it.

Yuka obeyed and walked into the bathroom with unsteady steps.

"I'd like to confirm this right away, but what you said earlier was meant to be sexual, right?"

"That's right. Well, I already know that Onii-san and Miyu are doing naughty things, so there's no need to hide it from me."

"O-oh, I see."

This clear attitude isn't trying to show off.

I don't understand the feeling of not being bothered by your partner doing erotic things with other men.

"In the first place, many of my partners are married women, so you don't have to worry about that. There are no problems."

"I see."

Haruka might be fine with that, but from the perspective of a married person, prostitution with a minor is a crime, so there are a lot of problems.

"So, before Yuka comes back, there's one thing I want to tell Onii-san."

Haruka recognised the conversation and raised her index finger on the pin.

"Please don't tell Miyu that you heard from me, okay? This is a personal gift to you."

"Okay. It's hard to promise that I won't say anything... but I'll keep it in mind."

I can't lie when it's that Miyu.

She might find out during a casual conversation.

"That's fine. I'll only say it once, okay?"

"Sure."

Haruka leaned over the table and approached my face.

At the same time, I put my arms on the table and leaned forward.

Haruka stares at me with a serious look.

Her expression changed and became cheerful and smiling.

"While traveling, Miyu was smiling a lot and was very cute."

Hearing that, I was silent for a while.

"I-I see."

She's just flaunting her relationship, huh.

Damn it.

I'm not Yuka, but I also get frustrated when I hear stories like that.

"That's all?"

"Yes."

Haruka leaned back against the backrest with a relaxed look on her face.

After that, Yuka came back and gave Haruka a set of toys that had an obscene shape and a condom that was stretched out for some reason.

"Why did you even wash the rubber?"

"Y-yeah, I was wondering if you would use it for something."

"I don't use it. What do you think it's for?"

Haruka reluctantly put the dildo and used condom in her pouch.

I see.

Were they using rubber to share toys?

I finally understood why Miyu always had condoms in the room.

I'm sure that interactions like today were happening on a daily basis in the room next to mine.

Then, after getting a mysterious hint from Haruka, I watched as the two girls finished eating the parfait that came last, paid the bill, and left.

It seemed like the two of us were about to head out into the city again, and before I could lie and say I was working, I secretly headed home so I wouldn't be seen returning to the bus stop.

Then I arrived at the front door.

The sun is still high in the sky.

I was lucky to be able to get home just as the summer heat was reaching its peak, but I wonder how Miyu would react if I came home this early and said, 'I made a mistake on the day of my part-time job.'

Either way, it's likely to be an indifferent response, whether I'll be scolded with a stunned look on her face, saying, 'Are you stupid?' or just say, 'I see.'

With those vague thoughts flowing through my mind, I pulled on the doorknob.

"Huh."

It was locked.

When I stopped by the house in the morning, Miyu was awake and I came out without locking the door.

The lock was re-locked, so did Miyu go out?

For some reason, my hand stopped the moment I inserted the key, thinking that something unusual could happen in such a hot time.

I just met Yuka and Haruka and came home like this.

In that case, at least if Miyu is going out, it's not to play with those two.

That was just my vague imagination, but I suddenly thought about it.

It's right after the trip, so I wonder if Miyu has locked the door again and is sleeping in her room? Maybe.

So I quietly unlocked the door and entered.

The house is cool.

The air conditioning is working.

I mean, it was cold for my sweaty body.

It looks like the air conditioning in the living room is still on.

However, there is no Miyu in the living room.

I was thankful that I was able to cool off quickly, but it's unusual for Miyu to leave the air conditioner on in a room she doesn't use.

Moreover, the set temperature of 22 degrees is way too low.

What is she thinking?

For now, I quench my throat with some tea from the fridge and calm down my body heat.

(I wonder if that Miyu is on the second floor...?)

That was the question that came to mind.

The most natural thing to think would be if she just forgot to turn off the air conditioner in the living room when she went out.

But I didn't think so because the doors to both the living room and dressing room were left open.

In addition, the ventilation fan in the bathroom, which is supposed to not be turned off in the summer, was turned off, and I can only think that Miyu created this situation on purpose.

Yesterday and today, my parents and I weren't home, so Miyu was the only one who could operate the air conditioner and ventilation fan.

Under such circumstances, could Miyu ever forget to turn off the air conditioner in such a cold room?

There was usually a pair of shoes at the entrance.

Although they were unfamiliar shoes, they were definitely Miyu's.

Therefore, it is more likely that Miyu is at home.

If you ask me what's the point of thinking like this, it doesn't mean anything.

My head's spinning.

The reason is that Miyu called me last night.

Why did she bother to ask me for my schedule?

And why was the house re-locked?

It's like she's avoiding me.

Inspired by such unexplained anxiety, I tiptoe up the stairs.

It would make sense if she shut me out to play with Haruka and the others, but those two got on the train and went somewhere, and that timeline no longer exists.

If that's the case--I feel a rush of excitement, even though I think it's rude to Miyu.

I'd like to believe it's unrelated, but when I think about it, that reaction this morning was also suspicious.

Even though she came out to the stairs, she didn't show herself, and prioritized asking me about my part-time schedule first and foremost.

That is, basically.

...N-no, I mustn't.

It's suspicious.

Just don't think about it.

I never expected that, while I was out, someone other than Yuka or Haruka would come over and do something suspicious.

Impossible.

I should believe in Miyu more.

Just say 'I'm home' in a loud voice, and if there's no response, I can assume she's gone.

What am I worried about?

I'm an idiot.

"--Nh... haah... haahn...!"

That's when I stepped onto the first step of the stairs.

A whisper reached my ears.

My heart was pounding and I was having trouble breathing.

With my heightened sense of hearing, I ignored the voice in my heart telling me not to listen, and focused on the distant sound.

But, however, that was it.

Her voice didn't go away.

I take deep breaths, breathing heavily as if I just ran up the stairs.

Did I hear hallucinations after my suspicions?

Or maybe Miyu noticed that I came back and stopped what she was doing.

The heartbeats haven't stopped yet.

I can't get it out of my mind.

Even though I couldn't hear the voice anymore, I remained frozen, unable to move.

(Fuuh... What am I doing? Calm down, calm down.)

If Miyu wasn't even at home after this, I'd just be an idiot.

At the very least, it's unlikely that Miyu would bring in a man, but it's equally unlikely that she would bring in a woman other than Haruka.

The only reason Miyu has a physical relationship with Haruka is that she owes her something.

Miyu herself denies being a lesbian.

...If that's the case, did Miyu do this just to be alone?

-Wait, no no no.

Just give it a rest.

What's the point of thinking like this?

Miyu just went out because she forgot to turn off the air conditioner, and even if she was at home, she was either sleeping or doing homework.

That whisper was just a hallucination.

It's a non-existent voice created by my stupid brain.

"Alright."

I made a disinterested face and went up the stairs.

Then, to enter my room, I put my hand on the doorknob.

Click.

The door of the next room opened almost at the same time.

"--!!"

Somehow I managed to hold back my heart, which felt like it was about to explode, and slowly moved my gaze towards Miyu's room.

What was there was a girl with an unbelievable appearance, Miyu--no, I couldn't even tell if it was Miyu.

A choker with a silver cross attached to the neck.

A jumper skirt that cinches the waist tightly.

She was wearing a shirt with frills on the wrists, and those knee-highs made of thin material with fluttering lace were probably a garter belt.

Her lips are red, and her long black hair is gently permed.

A pretty girl who looks like she just jumped out of a picture book.

In her hands was a furry teddy bear.

Yes.

That's it.

Completely.

Perfectly crafted.

It was hardcore lolita fashion.

"Mi... yu...?"

I squeeze out my voice and somehow say those words.

From the look on her face, there was no doubt that this girl was Miyu.

"Onii-chan. You were home."

Miyu surprisingly reacted as usual.

"Ah, ahh. I'm back."

Without saying anything special to either of us, I make way for Miyu, who is walking down the hallway.

The aromatic smell of a fluffy, sweetly perfumed Miyu tickled my nose.

Immediately after that.

A sharp pain ran through my abdomen, as if my internal organs had burst.

"Gah--!!"

While my consciousness was stretched by the shock, I was able to sort out the entire incident in my mind.

Miyu's straight right is being delivered to my solar plexus.

It was also a splendid blow, hitting my stomach without missing a beat.

It was enough to cut me unconscious for a few moments.

Miyu is lightweight and has little muscle strength.

Then, in that instant, at this zero distance, it was impossible to deal such a blow to me.

However, my stretched consciousness reproduces the video captured at the edge of the field of view in even more detail.

At first glance, this punch appears to be thrown from a neutral gait.

But in fact, there was enough acceleration there.

I was fooled by the skirt that puffed out like a pumpkin, but Miyu was twisting her hips as she passed me.

The high waist, woven with string, began to rotate first, and the inertia of walking caused the skirt to flutter one tempo behind.

The shape that created this reservoir is where Miyu's fist was fired.

That being said, that blow was not a blow from scratch.

At least within her skirt, she had accumulated enough energy to take a single step.

Miyu delivered a blow with all her might to my solar plexus, which was completely caught off guard.

The last thing I realised was that the back of my head had hit the door, and I fell into a coma for a while.

And my body becomes aware of the stimulation that shakes my shoulders.

It was as if I woke up with the illusion that everything that had happened up until now had been a dream.

"That hurts--!!"

Severe pain shot through my head and abdomen.

It wasn't a dream.

The damage was definitely there.

And there's Miyu, dressed in a sweet lolita outfit.

"I-I'm sorry. Somehow, it just went in perfectly."

Miyu rubs my stomach and groans apologetically.

"It hurt, didn't it? Is your head okay? Is there a lump or something? I'm really sorry."

Miyu's voice, which is worried about me, has a tone that makes me feel like crying, and it awakens my consciousness.

"I-it's okay. It hurts enough to kill me, but it's not an injury that would make a big fuss."

"Really? If so, that's fine, but..."

Hearing my words, Miyu suddenly became quiet.

"Ah... I-I will apologize properly. Please forgive me..."

"Ahh, yeah. I'm really fine. Is Miyu okay?"

"I'm okay. I'm sorry."

Miyu was apologizing over and over again, but her mouth was still in one sentence, as she was holding back something.

"If you have something to say, please let me know."

It's not just shame that Miyu has to endure.

No matter how much she tries to hide a secret, she's not the kind of person who would beat up people needlessly.

When she hit me, there was something other than shame, something more impulsive, close to murderous intent.

"Then, let me tell you something."

Miyu's dejected face stiffens as she glares at me.

"W-whatever it is, I don't think you should eavesdrop on your little sister's... mas... d-doing it alone."

The anger that had reached the top of Miyu's head didn't explode, but instead disappeared like air.

Miyu lowered her eyes, changing her expression into an expression that she couldn't handle.

She was fidgeting with the index fingers of both hands together.

"Ah-... ummm..."

That voice wasn't a hallucination?

"I was near my part-time job when I noticed a mistake in my schedule... I just came back. I didn't know that Miyu was...... doing it alone."

This may have been a ridiculous answer, or it may have been a lack of consideration as a man.

However, I felt that making Miyu angry due to a misunderstanding would not be beneficial for either of us.

"Ha... haha..."

"Ah, no, but it's true that I came back quietly! I guess it was my fault...!"

Her long eyelashes trembled as Miyu's eyes began to shake.

She thought for a moment.

Before Miyu shed big tears and cried on my knees.

"I’m sorry… uguh… o-oh… I sincerely apologize for this matter…!"

"I-i-it's fine! Don't push yourself like that! Miyu is always too particular about things like that! It's definitely my fault, so you should be even more angry, right? Rather, it's to get rid of my memories. Even if I get pushed down the stairs, I can still accept it!"

"Uguh... sniff... uuu..."

No matter how hard I try to encourage her, Miyu won't listen.

I really made Miyu cry.

Ahh, this isn't good.

My dignity as an older brother is about to be tested in earnest.

"Listen to me! I think it's good! I really like that kind of thing, and I can totally understand why wearing that kind of thing makes you feel naughty! Above all, Miyu really looks good in those kinds of clothes. I thought it looked great on you! So… it's all okay!!"

I grabbed Miyu's shoulder and spoke desperately.

Miyu didn't show any particular reaction, but it seemed like my voice still reached her.

"Fuuh... uuu... Onii-chan's an idiot..."

Little by little, Miyu returns to normal.

No, I don't know what her correct state is, but it should be much healthier than being cornered by self-pity.

"Because I'm a stupid, perverted brother. If anything, I'm really excited to see that outfit."

“That’s not a big deal.”

"Ah, yes."

"But thank you."

"Sure."

I feel a little embarrassed, leading to a pause.

"For now, let's go to your room or the living room and calm down."

"Yeah."

Miyu picked up the teddy bear that was rolling on the floor and stood up.

My little sister looked dazzling in lolita fashion, but her cinched waist and breast bags were really ferocious.

I'm not kidding when I say I got excited.

"Maybe your closet is full of clothes like that?"

The closet's secrets, hidden by Miyu.

Miyu nodded and answered the question.

"T-that's amazing! Is it okay if I see it?"

Miyu doesn't obediently nod to that question, probably because it's a secret she's been keeping for nearly five years.

"Well, then, I apologise."

Miyu is unusually particular about lending and borrowing when she messes up something.

Therefore, it would probably be easier if I presented the conditions and settled the matter properly.

Honestly, there's no need for her to apologise considering the favours I've received up until now, but this is just a story about Miyu's values, so my true intentions don't matter.

"Hmm... I can show you my clothes."

Miyu makes a meaningful remark and thinks about it.

"Just clothes, right?"

"Ahh. That's fine."

I don't think there's anything else that interests me other than clothes.

But my guess was pretty good.

I was surprised to see such fluffy and authentic lolita fashion, but it's still close to cosplay.

I can't wait to see what else she's got.

Miyu opens the door to her room, and I follow.

And just before Miyu was about to enter the room, she slammed the door so hard that the sound echoed throughout the house.

"...Did you see?"

Miyu turns around and asks me.

It was too early to see anything.

That's what I wanted to say.

"Ah-... yeah..."

Unfortunately, I could see it.

Left in Miyu's room are freshly taken off panties, a full-length mirror, and a small egg vibrator that seems to have been used until just now.

"Panties and a small toy."

I wanted to lie to her.

What is called a kind lie.

But I didn't have that ability.

"That's all?"

Then, Miyu asked a series of surprising questions.

Other than the egg vibrator, I don't think there was anything that would cause trouble for Miyu to be seen.

"T-that's really all. Other than that, I didn't see anything."

"Yes. That's fine. I'll clean up, so please wait a moment."

Miyu entered the room, her long, loose hair swaying.

What was the point of that question?

Did Miyu not care about me being able to see the vibrator?

Well, the fact that she was masturbating was already known, so I guess it wasn't really a shock.

"Here you go."

After waiting for about 10 minutes, I entered Miyu's room.

The toys that were poisonous to my eyes have been removed, and the space has become a place where I can feel safe.

However, it did feel strange.

I feel like there was something somewhere that Miyu said she really didn't want to be seen.

Well, even if I think about it, I don't know.

The closet should be my priority.

I can finally worship the secret that was said to cause her to cut ties with me.

Miyu put her hand on the closet door, and I was holding my breath behind her.

"...Let's stop after all."

"Eh!?"

"Yeah. This is really no good. I was going to make it look like it's okay, but if I open this, my life will end. And then I'll die because I want to die."

"Ehh..."

I was surprised that I had come this far.

It's like all the secrets are already out, so there's no need to hide them now.

"Even if it's an apology, it can't be done?"

I don't want to make such a threat, but I still can't help but be curious about what's inside.

In addition to the jumper skirt she's wearing, what kind of lolita clothes does she have?

Did Miyu wear it and feel lewd?

It can't be over without knowing.

"I-I'll apologise, but."

Miyu looks back at me and answers poorly.

Whiter-than-usual skin, long eyelashes, and frilly outfits.

She's so cute that it almost makes me faint.

"A-as for anything else, I'll do my best...! Okay? Onii-chan."

Miyu closed the distance between me and pressed her chest against me, pleading with her eyes.

If she's going that far, it would of course take me emotionally aback.

"Anything else for your apology, as in anything at all?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Anyway, you're going to ask me to do something naughty, right? It's about Onii-chan, so I understand, so it's okay."

Miyu moves closer and closer.

So she really wants to keep the closet a secret?

"Onii-chan must want me to lick it, right?"

"Ahh... well..."

If Miyu can give me a blowjob, I would like to ask for it from the bottom of my heart.

However, with the flow of things like this, I would like to ask for something that might not normally be possible.

"Then, rather than wanting you to lick me..."

If that's the price of keeping your closet secret.

"I'm going to lick Miyu's... there..."

Yes, I said it, my hopes a little too high.

Miyu, on the other hand, turned pale and backed away.

"N-no!! Absolutely not!!"

She refused with tremendous vigour.

She exposed her disgust as if she had just encountered a cockroach.

I wonder what she really meant, 'to do anything.'

"Do you hate the idea that much?"

"I-I don't want to. Even if I die, I refuse."

"You don't have to say that..."

Even though Miyu doesn't mind doing things like me, when it comes to being done to her, she has a very sensitive reaction to rejection.

That would increase the value of the apology.

"P-please do something else.. Look, b... b... blowjobs, or some something, I can do my best. Onii-chan, you always wanted me to do that, didn't you? "

"That's true, but... Miyu also lets Haruka do it, right? Do you hate being licked that much?"

I don't know what kind of lewd things she does with Haruka, but depending on the development of Miyu's body, it's unlikely that Miyu will attack one-sidedly.

"Haruka is fine. It's a business. Above all, that girl is special."

"Special? Is there anything?"

"Muu. You'll see."

Miyu's voice has a disgruntled tone in her response.

"Haruka. She's so cute."

Ohh, that makes perfect sense.

"When that girl wears cute clothes, the world changes. In any case, she's so perfect that I can't help but admire her. Best of all, she doesn't have any unnecessary fat around her chest."

Miyu looks down at her bountiful breasts with resentment.

I definitely prefer Miyu's boobs, though.

"So, Haruka is the perfect angel. She's also my business partner who lends me these clothes."

"That's how it was..."

Haruka's model was a high-end photographer specializing in lolita fashion.

Also, Miyu has a relationship with Haruka purely as a business, and is acquiring clothes that she would not be able to buy with her pocket money.

That is, basically.

"Miyu is offering her body to Haruka in order to borrow those clothes...?"

"To put it bluntly, that is the case."

No, Miyu.

Putting it bluntly.

You can't just admit to prostitution between female junior high school students.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. Well, she can rent me for a month and do naughty things with me three times. Something like that."

"Ohh..."

I'm through.

That's all for now.

I've always wondered where the obsession with cute clothes that Miyu had went.

It's probably best not to know about it until I'm in the grave.

"I-in other words, your closet is filled with a lot of lolita clothes, right? I've already seen you wearing them. I thought that there was no need to hide them so much."

"That's why I told you. It's fine if it's just clothes."

Miyu replied with a complicated expression.

Indeed, Miyu said that she didn't mind showing me the clothes.

If that's the case, does that mean there's another secret that she wanted to keep hidden in her closet?

"...Are you that concerned?"

Miyu asks me weakly.

"I'm very concerned."

I can't lie about this.

If she's hiding it this far, it seems like it won't leave my mind for a while.

"Nn. Then, Onii-chan, stand here."

Miyu guided me to the front of the closet.

I was also in such a forward position that it looked like it would hit me if she opened the door.

"Don't move."

Miyu advised me and opened the closet she hated so much.

"Ohh..."

It was truly spectacular.

There are rows of lolita clothes lined up with textures that make it clear that they are not knockoff items bought from a discount store.

Perhaps it was because Haruka, who works as a model, handed them down to her, there were many concept costumes, such as maid-like clothes and clothes with devilish wings.

"A-amazing...."

Lolita clothes hung in the closet, the number of which is about 20.

I think you can open a small shop with just this.

All of them are of high quality.

Each item is made with great care, but...

As expected, the thing that catches my eye the most is that one.

"This gothic dress is quite cute... I mean, the one in the back is so elaborate that it looks like it would be worn at a wedding. How much does something like this cost..."

A transparent lace with a geometric pattern layered in black.

A bloated skirt with a discreet petticoat.

The collar is fastened with a tie, and a black rose motif that is probably worn on the head hangs down along with a ribbon.

An unquestionably fine gothic outfit.

"I made this, though..."

Miyu was embarrassed, but said proudly.

"You're joking!? No no, it's not a quality you can make alone."

"Well, I only thought about the design and asked the vendor to do the basics. I was the one who added the decorations and stuff..."

"If you make money with that technology, you don't have to sell yourself..."

Even if she still worked outside, she would have been able to get money from freelance jobs, helping out at Haruka's office, and so on.

"I use that kind of money for personal clothes and everyday life. Also, Haruka has given me more than just clothes."

Speaking of which, Haruka did do all the preparations for the trip.

To be more precise, it's Haruka and the Onee-san who helps her.

"Yes. It's over. You're satisfied, right?"

"Ahh, oh right."

I was surprised, but was it a secret that she had to hide so desperately?

After all, I wonder if the real thing lies in something other than clothes.

Miyu closes the closet and takes a breath.

Even for Miyu, this interaction seems to have ended safely.

"The other closet has a casual clothes in it, right?"

"That's right. There's no problem in looking at this one though."

The left and right sides of the closet are separated.

In the space on the front side, familiar outerwear and skirts are hanging, and beneath them is a plastic box that probably stores undergarments.

There's just one thing on the edge.

A wooden box, big enough to hold in my arms, stood out instead of blending into the space.

"What is that crate?"

"Nh? Oh, this. Onii-chan, do you remember?"

Miyu took out the wooden box and showed me what was inside.

Stretched out in both hands was a pair of children's clothes.

It was a dress that was dyed in bright colours like a sunflower.

"Ah... that's Miyu's elementary school entrance celebration!"

When Miyu was a tyrant, I gave up my birthday and asked my mother for it.

It's still here.

"I like the colour, so I wanted to process it and use it for something, but I just couldn't decide."

It's been ten years and those clothes are in good condition.

It doesn't seem to have been eaten by insects either, so I guess she has cleaned it several times.

"Now that I think about it, back then you used to wear cute clothes every day like you're doing now. Somehow, you stopped wearing them before I realise it."

"My teacher at school told me not to wear it. Mom also said she'd made me do so."

"That time when you were in third grade?"

"You remember it well, don't you."

I see.

Even though she stood out wearing such flashy clothes and got the attention of the teachers at school, she ended up beating up multiple male students.

There is no way a child under the age of 10 can withstand being pressured by so many adults.

"This is what the contents of my closet look like. Are you satisfied?"

"If I had a desire, I would like to see Miyu wearing other clothes."

"Muu... S-someday, I guess."

Miyu said that with a dissatisfied look on her face, and locked me out of the room so she could change into casual clothes.

Unable to hide my grin, I turned on the air conditioner in my room and decided to wait in the living room until the room cooled down.

I guess she still liked clothes like that.

I was somewhat relieved.

I was surprised to see Miyu being lewd by herself in that outfit, but still, my heart warms when I see Miyu who loves cute things.

I lay down on the sofa, and as I tried to sit up, thinking that sleeping in a suit was a bad idea, I felt a sharp pain shoot from my abdomen again.

Looks like the damage hasn't healed yet.

She hit me hard, that's why.

It's rare for Miyu to be so distraught.

I guess she was excited to wear her favourite clothes.

I'm sure it must be so.

Thinking about that, I grinned to myself and looked for the remote control for the air conditioner since the room was too cold.

By the way, Miyu, why did she keep the room so cold?

I wonder if those clothes are that hot?

When I ran into Miyu on the second floor earlier, she was still in her lolita outfit, so I guess she had something to come down to the living room.

But she said she'd change into her own clothes, so I don't think she'll get mad at me if I raise the temperature.

"Huh?"

The remote control isn't in the usual place.

That Miyu's behaviour really is uncharacteristic today.

Even though Miyu usually gets angry if I neglect it too.

After searching around the kitchen and other areas, I finally found a magazine storage shelf next to the sofa.

'Even a lighthouse cannot shine on its own base,' I thought to myself as I picked up the remote control and saw a square box hidden behind the sofa.

A flat rectangular solid object, about the thickness of the first joint of the middle finger.

Inside was an album.

There is no title on the cover or spine.

A white album with an ivy pattern drawn all over it.

Only the date is written on the bottom right.

The date is August 2nd of this year.

Basically, it was the day Miyu was traveling with Haruka.

I'm very curious about the contents.

But I couldn't open it.

If I peek into the contents of this album, I feel that it will make Miyu sad.

Bang! Just as those doubts were running through my head, there was a loud noise on the second floor.

From what I hear, it seems like Miyu has slammed the door again.

Thud, thud, Miyu rushed into the living room, the floor thumping so violently that I could tell she was stepping on the stairs.

"Onii-chan--!!"

Miyu immediately dived into me sitting on the sofa and held the album in her belly.

Tackled by my little sister, who is wearing only a T-shirt with her panties exposed, the devil attacks my abdomen, which is already damaged.

"Uguh... Mi... Miyu...!"

"Ahh, s-sorry! I'm sorry!"

It was another storm of apologies from Miyu.

I would like to learn the circumstances, even I feel that this particular situation is serious enough to warrant an apology.

"Um... d-did you see it?"

Miyu asks with a frightened face.

"I haven't seen it. I took it out of the box, but I haven't opened it. I swear."

I can't lie to Miyu.

On the other hand, if I tell the truth, Miyu will understand.

Of course, there's no guarantee that an upset Miyu can read my mind properly.

"Really...?"

Miyu stared into my eyes.

As if exploring even the smallest details of my eye movement.

"I really didn't look at it. I was curious about what was inside, but I thought it would make Miyu feel bad if I looked at it, so I didn't."

I kept staring at Miyu's eyes.

Straight up, so that this fact is properly communicated.

"Fuuh... is that so..."

Miyu weakened and nearly collapsed on my body.

"Uuu... that's good... thanks, Onii-chan..."

She rubbed her head against my stomach, and her repeated apologies turned into gratitude before I knew it.

To be honest, it hurt every time the top of her head hit my ribs, but I couldn't tear myself away from my adorable little sister.

Miyu hugged me on the waist for a while, then took a big deep breath, holding the album and standing up energetically.

Her expression was bright.

"Thank you very much, Onii-chan."

"No problem."

Miyu's reckless behaviour made me tired too, but if I hadn't made a mistake on the day of my part-time job, this wouldn't have happened in the first place.

Therefore, I can't unilaterally impose responsibility on Miyu.

"I don't want to cause any misunderstandings, so I'm going to ask. Are there any photos you took during your trip with Haruka, dressed like you were today?"

The contents of the album were predictable to me.

The date engraved on the cover reveals the secret of the closet she shared with Haruka.

And the fact that Miyu was enjoying lolita fashion.

If such evidence were available, anyone would think so.

I think the 'main purpose' of Miyu's trip with Haruka was a photoshoot.

If that was correct, even if it was just my guess, Miyu would have doubts that I was looking at the contents of the album or not.

That's why I needed to ask a daring question here, while Miyu was convinced that I didn't know what was going on.

"About what?"

Miyu makes a strange face and stops.

"Eh, that's why the album..."

"There's no album, you know."

Miyu's words were released sharply.

With the large album in her arms, Miyu still insists.

"Onii-chan."

The tone intensified, and Miyu opened her mouth.

"There was no album in the living room. Okay?"

"Ah... okay."

Apparently it wasn't something I should have mentioned.

The exchange between me and Miyu was over, and Miyu returned to the second floor, her legs shivering from the cold as she wore only her panties.

"Haah..."

I'll lie down on the couch again.

I don't care if the suit gets wrinkles anymore.

Was it the album that Miyu wanted to hide?

Most likely, the photos she has taken so far are left in the form of an album at the foot of the closet where a large amount of lolita clothes were stuffed.

Miyu didn't want me to see it, so she instructed me to stay as close to the closet as possible.

Even so, I wonder if it's something she should be so distraught about and hide.

I don't think anyone would understand how embarrassing it would be unless they were the person in question, but it would be nice if she could at least show me her cosplay.

Miyu also knows that I have otaku hobbies, so she shouldn't think that I'll deny her outright.

I wanted to see that album.

I'm sure that a Miyu dressed in cute clothes will be reflected with a dazzling smile.

That's why Haruka gave me that hint.

Like the Miyu from the past.

There's a life-size Miyu there as a bright little girl.

Well, it seems like she's learned to be naughty now.

Wearing such sweet clothes and indulging in lewd acts.

I wonder if Miyu feels the same excitement that I feel with a sense of immorality.

I wonder if she's wearing clothes like that when she does lewd things with Haruka.

It's not like she wouldn't, actually, she definitely does.

The purpose of the trip is half for photography and half for naughty things.

That is why the expression 'on the surface' was used.

Or maybe both?

If so, what is the real content of that album?

"Ha--!?"

Wrong.

It's wrong.

Everything was wrong.

Doing lewd things in lolita clothes.

The album where it was all filmed.

Miyu was so distraught about the act in the room where she thought she had been found out.

A full-length mirror that came as a set with panties and an egg vibrator.

What Miyu has kept secret in her closet is not clothes or albums.

What Miyu really wanted to hide was--