“Yuuta, who was that on the phone just now?” -Imari
“Whoa!” -Rokujou
Suddenly, a voice sounded, and Imari’s face appeared before me.
“Hey, don’t surprise me like that. If you’re here, at least let me know.” -Rokujou
“You seemed to be enjoying your conversation, so I just watched quietly.” -Imari
“You were watching the whole time?” -Rokujou
“Is that a problem?” -Imari
“Well, no, it’s fine.” -Rokujou
“I want to sleep with you again tonight.” -Imari
Imari had brought a pillow with her and said it with a very displeased look on her face.
To be honest, I somewhat understand Imari’s feelings towards me. We’ve been alone since we were in elementary school, just a boy and a girl with only a two-month age difference, left to fend for ourselves at home.
It was only natural for us, who had to rely on each other for everything, to become overly conscious of each other. And on top of that, we aren’t even related by blood. I’ve been quite troubled by my feelings for Imari up till now. Honestly, I don’t dislike her. She’s cute, and I like her.
But when asked if these feelings are romantic, I couldn’t come to a conclusion.
According to Imari, even if our parents were married, step-siblings can still get married. But I’ve never thought about that. I know everything about Imari, even the day I had to clean up after she wet herself. But she was never like this in the past.
“Imari, remember our promise when we entered middle school? That we’d find someone we truly liked and show them off to each other? I’ve found someone I like.” -Rokujou
“I’ve only liked the person in front of me for a long time. I can’t imagine liking anyone else.” -Imari
“…” -Rokujou
I was bullied at school.
I still think I’d be bullied if I went to school now.
Yet I was able to endure it all because of Imari’s presence. She recognized me as a man and relied on me more than necessary. That gave me a lot of encouragement.
So I couldn’t do my best in school life, but when it came to dungeons, I genuinely gave it my all. Thanks to that, I had some good encounters.
“You can have someone you like, Yuuta. It’s just that I won’t.” -Imari
Imari, who was right in front of me, slips straight into the bed. I felt truly pathetic for not being able to resist her. As if to compete with Kiriyama-san, whom I was on the phone with just moments ago, Imari tightly grasps my hand.
Yet she doesn’t come any closer. She knows that if she does, I’ll be repulsed. Probably the only girl who’s concerned about being disliked by me is Imari.
“Yuuta, I really want it to be you, okay?” -Imari
“No, it’s not okay.” -Rokujou
“Then I’ll wait until you’re ready.” -Imari
“You don’t have to wait. Find someone you like. Until then, it’s okay to occasionally sleep together.” -Rokujou
“Then I’ll never find anyone, and we’ll always be like this.” -Imari
Imari brings my hand to her chest. I’m also of that age, so there are things I can resist and things I can’t. When it feels too good, I lose my rationality. But that doesn’t mean anything would happen. Before I could touch the large breasts Imari was trying to press my hand against,
“This kind of thing is not okay.” -Rokujou
Saying that, I gently let go of her hand.
“…” -Imari
“Don’t look like you’re about to cry! You’re only 15 years old! What if you get pregnant?” -Rokujou
“So, will you do it when I turn 18?” -Imari
“How can I think about what will happen when you’re 18?” -Rokujou
“Hmph.” -Imari
“It’s not ‘hmph’! Go to sleep now, you idiot!” -Rokujou
Why is she so pushy? Think about my sanity every day. What are you thinking if I really attacked you and you got pregnant? It’s absolutely outrageous. Truly outrageous. What a chest. Ah, geez.
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