Chapter 85
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 85
Chapter Title: 8.4 Sister's Monologue #2
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“Haaah……”
I have no idea how I even made it home.
After ejaculating into Teacher Akatsuki's hand.
I bolted out of the academy the moment I finished cleaning up.
I just couldn't face Sis with a clear head.
Of all the timing, right when I came, her hand was gripping the base of my dick.
So instead of shooting into her hand, I blasted it into the air—and it splattered everywhere: the floor, the walls, the desk, and even on Sis's face as she watched.
I didn't even get a chance to savor the afterglow before scrambling to clean up my mess.
Teacher said to leave it, but I couldn't just dump cum that smelled like night-blooming flowers in the Student Director's office and run.
Especially wiping the semen off Sis's face... that feeling was indescribable.
Sis doesn't know what NTR is.
She doesn't have any romantic feelings for me like that. Even if I got a girlfriend, she'd genuinely congratulate me.
But having a girlfriend is a whole different world from watching your little brother fuck another woman right in front of you.
Just moments ago, she'd been ready to inspect if I was doing proper "ejaculation management." But once it started, she couldn't hold back her surging emotions and barged in.
Sis might not know what NTR is, but that doesn't mean she can't feel those emotions.
To Sis, I'm not just some little brother. Ever since our parents died, I've become her entire family.
If it came down to sacrificing one of our lives, she'd give hers up without hesitation. That's how heavy her feelings for me are.
So imagine watching the little brother she raised so preciously get taken by another woman right before her eyes. What could compare to that feeling?
If she weren't my sister, it'd end there. But if I were in her shoes? My blood pressure would explode again, and I'd be off to another world.
Even so, I believe this unintended act was necessary—for both Sis and me.
For me to break free from her embrace. And for her to be free from me. Just like Teacher Akatsuki said.
I love Sis as much as she loves me. But that doesn't mean I should keep her chained to my side.
I want Sis to find her own happiness—maybe even a wonderful love of her own. If there's a guy who can make her happy, and one I can approve of, I could send her off with a smile.
Surely Sis could meet an amazing guy. If not, I could introduce her to someone decent. Like Yuuki, maybe...
“Argh! Yuu's a girl!”
Thinking of my one normal friend just crushed me all over again.
Yuu's a girl now. And today, we even... did that.
Just how sinful am I?
If some other guy pulled this off, I'd probably kill him preemptively for world peace.
“What're you doing? Eat something bad?”
“Akane...”
I was slumped at the front door in despair when Akane came out and looked down at me pitifully.
For some reason, she felt incredibly welcoming today.
“Akane!”
I jumped up and hugged her tight.
“Eek! Let go!”
Akane freaked out at my sudden move.
Her usual attitude finally made it feel like I was home.
“What the hell? You crazy?”
“Sorry, Akane. I've been a bad guy.”
“Everyone knows you're trash already.”
Akane shot back, looking baffled.
I said bad guy, not trash. Harsh much.
But why? Her barbs felt good today. Even her face looked prettier.
Well, she's always been a looker. Add her no-BS attitude, and she's unbeatable.
And this banter? Feels like an old married couple. If I married Akane, would every day be like this? Not bad at all.
Come to think of it, I had considered marrying her.
After having someone like her, what the hell have I been doing...!
“—Akane, forgive me for cheating on you.”
“Idiot. I'm not your wife—why would I care if you cheat? And let go already.”
“No way. Hug me more.”
Akane squirmed to escape my arms.
But I wasn't satisfied yet. I wanted more healing from her.
When I wouldn't let go, she scowled in annoyance.
“Sniff sniff. Ugh, cum smell. What the hell have you been up to at the academy?”
“Heh. Akane, you jealous right now?”
“If you have the energy for bullshit, go inside and wash up!”
Of course I planned to wash up.
But wouldn't it be better to do what needs doing first?
Holding Akane got me hard down there.
Her body heat, her scent, her feel.
Memories of sex flooded my brain.
They say the best way to heal a woman's wound is with another woman.
I whispered in Akane's ear while holding her.
“Akane. How much mana you got left?”
“Ugh... Don't need it, idiot. Still plenty.”
“Hmm. Doesn't have to be just for mana recharge sometimes, right? Comforting a wounded man is a woman's duty, don't you think?”
“Wounded my ass. That's—Eek!”
I scooped her up and carried her to my room.
And I poured all the gloom I'd built up today into her body.
As always, she resisted at first but went limp once I thrust in.
I have no idea how I made it home.
After Naibusu fled first, Naiad was left behind and got a lecture-like counseling session from Akatsuki.
The content was predictable: Don't cling to your brother so much, and don't let him cling to you either.
She knew all that. But knowing doesn't make it easy to change.
It's how she'd lived her whole life. It's as natural as breathing.
Her brother had always come first. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she'd lived for him.
And now, to just let him go? It wasn't something a few words could fix.
Naiad respected Akatsuki as a senior teacher. As a newbie, she'd gotten tons of private and professional help from her, learned a lot by observing. She even mimicked her way of handling students.
But even that respected senior's advice barely registered. If anything, she wondered if Akatsuki was trying to trick her into giving up her brother, sparking pointless resentment.
After pretending to listen intently for 30 minutes while hiding her true feelings.
By the time the lecture ended, the sun had set, and it was dark.
Naiad's steps home were heavy.
She couldn't get her brother's face out of her head.
Naibusu kissing Akatsuki.
Naibusu groping her breasts intently.
Naibusu moaning as his dick got stroked.
Naibusu grimacing at the moment of climax.
“Sis, sorry.”
And Naibusu wiping the semen off her face with that hard-to-describe expression.
Why did he look so ashamed?
She was the one who created that situation.
He'd rampaged on his own, pushed things forward, got hurt, resented her—all on his own.
In the end, her selfish actions made him wear that wounded look.
Maybe she wasn't just unnecessary—she was only getting in the way?
The more she thought, the more negative thoughts piled up.
Naiad's heart grew heavier.
“Sigh.”
Arriving at the front door, Naiad let out a deep sigh.
She couldn't go home with such a gloomy face.
Naibusu would surely worry.
She had to smile, act like nothing happened.
Otherwise, he'd feel burdened just looking at her.
So, with a smile.
“I'm ho— ”
She stepped inside.
Her forced cheerful greeting cut off midway.
A small voice from inside.
“Ngh, haah, ha, ah.”
A woman's moans.
Only a young man and woman in the house.
Her task was clear.
Before, she'd brush it off as a misunderstanding.
But after what just happened, it lingered in her mind.
Similar to Teacher Akatsuki's moans, but thicker, more intense.
It was the sound of a man and woman making love.
Frozen at the entrance with complicated feelings, the moans stopped as if on cue.
Did they notice Sis was home?
The sudden silence made Naiad anxious.
It felt like the impatience she'd felt in the Student Director's office.
Like her brother was about to be stolen by another woman again.
Moments later, whispering voices came through the wall.
“Haa, haa, what? Why stop?”
“Shh.”
“Hmph, 'cause of Teacher?”
The voice belonged to Akane, as expected.
And her partner was probably Naibusu.
They kept talking, but the voices got quieter, inaudible.
Naiad tiptoed closer to Naibusu's room.
And pressed her ear to the wall.
“Coward. If you're gonna stop, why start?”
What were they talking about?
She'd missed the middle, couldn't follow.
Soon the voices faded completely.
Naiad gave up eavesdropping and stepped back.
Naibusu and Akane really were like that, huh.
Then she'd meddled pointlessly again.
Back in her room, Naiad changed out of her teacher suit.
“...What am I even doing?”
Changing clothes, she suddenly saw her reflection as utterly pathetic.
Eavesdropping on her brother making love with his girlfriend.
Jealous of his partner.
Self-loathing washed over her at the shameful sight.
“Naibusu... haa...”
Were Naibusu and Akane still going at it next door?
Or did Sis's arrival make them stop?
Living together, clashes like this were inevitable.
If it kept happening, Naibusu might really want to move out.
Maybe go somewhere far she couldn't interfere.
“I don't want that... Naibusu... ah...”
Akane still acted like she hated Naibusu on the surface, but she'd softened toward him lately.
Probably because they'd been intimate. Since then, Akane had bloomed like a flower bud. Did love really make women prettier?
“Haah...”
Naibusu too.
He treated Akane more warmly, intimately.
Even flashed sly looks Sis never saw.
“Why... ah...”
From now on, Naibusu would probably get with more girls.
At the academy, friends like Nanami or Reika, or seniors like the Student Council President or Guard Captain.
“Ngh... ah...”
Or even neighbor Sana, Yuu, or Hina.
As Naibusu got along with everyone, only Sis would be left behind.
Because she's family. Families don't do that.
Closest in proximity, farthest in relationship.
“Naibusu... ah...”
She recalled bathing with Naibusu, forcing seduction on him.
That day, he hadn't looked pleased like with Teacher Akatsuki.
He seemed reluctant, just going along with Sis's insistence.
Her vague memory suggested he'd even been angry.
Of course. He wouldn't want that with his own sister.
What an idiot she was.
“Naibusu, Naibusu...!”
Before, she'd masturbate imagining Naibusu forcing himself on her.
But now, she couldn't picture it.
Instead, only scenes of him annoyed, rejecting a clinging Sis.
“Ahh... sob... ah...!”
While Naibusu made love with Akane next door,
Sis comforted herself alone in her room.
Calling out to someone she could never have.
“Naibusu...”
That self-pleasure was just empty.