Chapter 413: Resolve #2 [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 413: Resolve #2 [R-18]
I arrived at Miyuki’s house at the time she’d told me, just as Midori and the others were getting out of their car.
Wataru was opening the trunk and taking out their luggage, which was to be expected…
And Midori, as always, had a certain sensuality wrapped in her elegance.
I wanted to ask if she and Wataru were in a sexless relationship.
Kana still looked just like Miyuki, but today, both sisters’ faces were puffy.
Did they eat something spicy in the countryside?
Or maybe they’d gained a little weight from all the food their grandmother must have prepared for her granddaughters?
Whatever. It didn’t matter. They were both cute.
“Hello.”
Wataru and Midori beamed at my polite bow.
“It’s been a while, hasn't it?”
“It has.”
Tsk. I didn’t like the noise of Wataru’s voice mixed in with Midori’s pleasant tone.
But I had to endure it. Wataru was a good person.
“Yes, I’m sorry it’s been so long.”
“What’s there to be sorry about? Are you hanging out with Miyuki today?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Before you go, come inside and have some cool fruit. We brought a watermelon from the countryside. It’s incredibly sweet and delicious.”
“Really? In that case, I’d be happy to. I’ll carry the watermelon.”
As Wataru was about to pick up the watermelon carrier, I quickly stepped in and offered my help. He just grinned silently.
I’m not doing this because I like you, Father-in-law. I’m doing it to raise my Affection Level with Midori.
Swallowing those words, I followed Wataru and Midori into the house with Miyuki, who had come over to me, rubbing her eyes.
After carefully placing the watermelon on the dining table so it wouldn’t roll, I went into the living room and saw Kana diving face-first onto the sofa.
Why did the way her thighs and buttocks jiggled as she lay down have to be so damn stimulating?
Her outfit, while not as revealing as Hiyori’s, was a pair of short shorts that were driving me crazy.
I wanted to jump on top of Kana right now, as she lay with her back to me, and just go at it.
Suppressing that sudden, immense impulse, I looked at Kana’s waist, as slender as Miyuki’s, and made a vow.
When all this was over, I would make Kana mine, no matter what.
A sister-sandwich… I would make that dream a reality.
And it would be even better if I could have Midori, too, right? I believe it’s a challenge worth taking on.
A 4P with the mother and daughters… Just imagining it sent a rush of blood straight to my groin.
“Hello, Kana.”
I greeted her properly, since I hadn’t had the chance before. Kana turned her head to look at me.
Then, after clearing her throat a couple of times, she perfectly mimicked Miyuki’s voice.
“Hi? What are you doing here?”
She seemed to be asking why I wasn’t going up to Miyuki’s room.
That impression of hers was amazing, no matter how many times I heard it.
She even copied Miyuki’s unique intonation. If you closed your eyes, it would be almost impossible to tell them apart.
“I came to say hello. You’re the same as ever.”
“What do you mean, ‘the same as ever’?”
“I meant it in a good way.”
“A compliment, right?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
Come to think of it, Kana and Hiyori were kind of similar.
They had similar dispositions. But there was a difference.
Kana’s cheerfulness was a little more subdued than Hiyori’s.
I had a feeling they might actually get along surprisingly well…
The thought of the two of them teaming up to tease Miyuki was somehow hilarious.
“Matsuda-kun, let’s go up.”
Miyuki gestured to me from the bottom of the stairs.
After telling Kana I’d message her from time to time, I followed Miyuki up the stairs, tilting my head at her question.
“Why do you have such a challenging look in your eyes?”
“Challenging?”
“You look like you’ve made some big decision.”
So I was letting my desire to conquer the sisters show on my face.
My mistake. I wonder if Kana saw it too?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Did you have a good time in the countryside?”
“Mhm. I ate until I thought I was going to burst.”
“Is that why your face is puffy?”
“Is it noticeable?”
“A little.”
Chatting idly, we washed our hands together in the bathroom before entering Miyuki’s room. Her characteristic sweet plum scent tickled my nose.
It was a small, well-organized space that reflected her personality.
Even though it had been a while, the room felt welcoming.
If it just had an air conditioner, I felt like I could live here.
“Should I turn on the fan?”
“It’s fine. We’re leaving right after we eat the watermelon anyway… Besides, I’m not hot.”
With that, I sat on the edge of the bed and patted my lap, but Miyuki shook her head.
I patted my lap again, tapping it to urge her to sit, but she made a coy face and started to walk toward the desk chair.
I scoffed, quickly reached out to grab her wrist, and half-forced her onto my lap.
Then, I buried my face in her back and took a deep breath.
“Hey, why are you smelling me…! I was sweating before I got in the car…!”
“You smell nothing but good.”
“Haa… you’re such a pervert.”
“You’re just now figuring that out?”
“That’s not it. Anyway, isn’t the National Sports Festival coming up soon?”
“It is.”
“You’ll go to cheer on the Kendo Club, right?”
“I have to.”
“Tetsuya-kun said he’s going too… You could go together.”
So Miyuki still hadn’t given up on that foolish hope.
There was no way in hell I’d ever become friends with Tetsuya… In fact, he should consider himself lucky if he doesn’t get into an accident that day.
“What do you mean, go together? I don’t let guys ride in my passenger seat.”
“Can’t he just sit in the back?”
“Then it would look like I’m chauffeuring Miura around. And besides, I want a quiet ride.”
“Well, I guess that can’t be helped.”
She backed down rather easily.
Pulling her waist, I lay back on the bed with her on top of me. I slowly slid my hand down, then up under her T-shirt.
“Wh-what are you doing…!”
She was startled, even though this was a common form of skinship for us. She must have been worried about Midori bringing up the plate of watermelon.
Ignoring her urgent voice, I slipped my fingers under her plain-feeling bra and began to touch her soft breast.
“Matsuda-kun…! Stop…!”
“Stay still.”
“You’re the one who needs to stay… Ah!?”
As I started to stimulate the area around her nipple, a short gasp escaped her lips, and her body began to slowly squirm.
Feeling her every movement from below as I caressed her perky breast, I moved one of my hands just as a soft “Hnng” escaped her nose.
Her T-shirt was bunched up. Beneath it, my hand crept into her shorts, feeling the smooth fabric of her panties covering her mound before delving deeper.
Did the sensation of my hand invading her panties and gently brushing against her smooth skin send an overwhelming jolt through her?
All of Miyuki’s muscles contracted at once before going limp.
“W-wait… at least until she brings… the watermelon…”
“I’m listening. I’ll stop if I hear footsteps.”
“What… that’s not as easy as it sounds, is it…? Ah…!”
Miyuki, who was about to scold me, let out a sensual moan.
My finger had gently slipped between her genitals.
I stroked the already hot and slick area up and down. As Miyuki’s head fell back against my shoulder in her excitement, I brought my lips to her cheek.
At the same moment, her entire body stretched out and trembled.
I felt a lukewarm liquid seep out and coat my fingers, which were pressed between her soft flesh. Her legs slowly parted, coming to wrap around my outer thighs.
Miyuki was reaching her orgasm incredibly fast today.
We’d been having sex a lot recently… Could it be that she got turned on talking about lewd things with her relatives at night in the countryside, and that feeling had lingered until today?
There was no other reason she would come this quickly.
Or maybe she was getting pleasure from the feeling of depravity, doing this with me in a house where her parents and older sister were present.
Considering how much lewder Miyuki was getting by the day, it was entirely possible she’d had such thoughts.
“Hah… hah…”
Miyuki panted softly, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes.
I placed a light kiss on the tip of her perfectly shaped nose, which was flushed red with arousal, and spoke.
“What’s with you today?”
“Wh-what do you mean…”
“You were a little fast, don’t you think?”
“Be… quiet… you idiot…”
It was funny how she was getting pouty, as if she agreed with what I was feeling.
I let out a chuckle. Just as I’d said, I heard faint footsteps from the hallway and quickly pulled my hands out of her T-shirt and panties.
At my actions, Miyuki also tried to sit up in a hurry.
But her body seemed to lack strength; she just whimpered, unable to achieve her goal.
I quickly slid out from under her, laid her down on the bed, and pulled the blanket over her.
Then, I put on a nonchalant expression as if nothing had happened. At that perfect moment, a knock came from her bedroom door.
Click.
The door opened. The person who entered wasn’t Midori, but Kana.
“Watermel… Huh…?”
Carrying a large plate piled with watermelon slices, she narrowed her eyes, as if the scene in the room was extremely odd.
“What is this?”
Miyuki, trying to suppress her panting under the covers, and me, sitting on the edge of the bed right next to her, doing nothing…
It would have been strange if it didn’t look suspicious. We hadn’t even locked the door, so of course we’d get caught.
“Thank you for the watermelon. But what do you mean, ‘what is this’?”
Kana stared at me with a skeptical gaze as I took the plate and replied with a perfectly straight face.
But that was all. She didn’t press us any further.
“It’s nothing. Never mind.”
She must have figured that saying anything would only make the atmosphere awkward.
Come to think of it, didn’t she overhear Miyuki and me having sex once before?
I hoped that when Kana went back to her room, she’d get excited imagining what Miyuki and I had been doing.
Who knows? Maybe her curiosity would get the better of her, and she’d start asking Miyuki all sorts of questions.
“Thanks for the food.”
“Yeah. Eat up.”
Kana glanced at Miyuki one last time before leaving, closing the door so carefully that it didn’t even make a sound.
Miyuki, who had been lying there like a corpse, shot me a resentful look as soon as Kana was gone.
“This is all your fault, Matsuda-kun! I’m ruined…!”
“What’s ruined?”
“My sister knows…!”
“And is that a problem?”
“…Huh?”
“Is it a problem if she knows?”
“I mean… isn’t it…?”
She must have never been in a situation like this before, unable to guess what would happen next.
Thinking how incredibly pretty Miyuki looked, flustered by my all-too-confident attitude, I placed the plate on her desk and went back to the bed.
“N-no…! That’s enough for today…!”
Miyuki’s urgent voice told me she’d noticed the desire filling my face.
I grinned and asked her.
“Enough for today? Or enough in here?”
“…Enough in here.”
“Then should we eat the watermelon and head out?”
“Yeah… F-first, I need the bathroom…”
Slowly sitting up, Miyuki bit her lower lip and glared at me before grabbing a pair of pants and underwear from her closet and opening the door.
After checking to see if anyone was outside, she seemed relieved that the coast was clear and darted out.
I’d touched her in a similar way to how I’d touched Hiyori yesterday… and their reactions were a bit alike.
As I thought, those two are a good match. It would be perfect if they just got along a little better.
I was also looking forward to the reactions of Renka and Chinami when they eventually joined me for some fun in the same bed.
I picked up a piece of perfectly cut watermelon with a small fork and brought it to my mouth. A smile spread across my face as the sweet juice burst inside.
Just as Midori had said, it was a truly delicious watermelon.
It was full of moisture, and for some reason, it made me feel a little naughty, which was nice.