Chapter 92
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: 9.2 Morning's Second Round: Akane
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"Ahem."
I let out a fake cough, like some patriarchal dad whose daughter had just discovered his dirty little secret hobby, and took a seat at the table.
Akane, meanwhile, opened her mouth with the sullen expression of a teenage girl pissed off that her dad had thrown her uniform panties in with his own wash.
"Naibusu. What the hell are you thinking?"
"Thinking about what?"
I played dumb as hard as I could.
I kept my eyes firmly off Akane and buried my face in my rice bowl.
"I'm talking about Teacher. She's like a big sister to you, isn't she?"
"Why ask something so obvious?"
I mumbled around a mouthful of rice.
This lecture was going to drag on.
Better scarf it down and bolt.
"Obvious? Yeah, it's obvious, but family doesn't do stuff like that... What the hell were you siblings even doing?"
Akane was surprisingly soft on this kind of thing.
The more she acted like it, the more I decided to brazen it out.
I grinned lewdly as I replied.
"You saw it, didn't you? You know exactly what we were doing."
"You trying to joke around right now?"
Hm. Something's off.
Akane was acting weird.
She wasn't her usual cool self. Her emotions were all over the place.
This wasn't like her at all.
"Akane. You know 10% of Japanese people's first experiences are with family, right?"
"Like I'd know some random stat like that!"
Bam! Akane slammed the table.
The impact sent a bit of soup spilling across the surface.
For the record, that 10% figure was total bullshit.
I'd just thrown it out there as an excuse—"Everyone else is doing it too"—because I was going full shameless mode.
It wasn't a crime sleeping with my sister anyway, and even if word got out and people pointed fingers, Akane wasn't the type to blab about it everywhere.
My plan was simple: muddle through and escape this conversation.
But...
"Hm."
I swallowed the food in my mouth and stared steadily at Akane.
"Wh-what? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Akane had been gearing up to shoot down whatever excuse I came up with next.
But when I just kept staring without saying a word, she got flustered instead.
Something was wrong.
Akane had started out thinking, "I'll use this as leverage to control Naibusu!"
She hadn't planned on yelling or lecturing.
Yet the moment she faced me, her emotions went haywire, and here she was blowing up.
More than that, she was the most confused by her own outburst.
Why am I even this mad? It doesn't matter who Naibusu screws around with. He's trash anyway, so it's not weird if he jumps at any chance. Hell, if he picks up some other girl, it'll mean less hassle for me. Should be a good thing.
She could use this weakness to manipulate me.
So why was she so pissed off?
This felt almost like...
"—Akane. Are you jealous, by any chance?"
"What?!"
I struck at the vulnerability in her heart.
Forced the question on her even though she'd been desperately avoiding thinking that way.
"You total idiot?!"
Akane turned beet red.
A mix of rage and humiliation. Whether she was jealous or not, the mere suggestion from me was utterly mortifying to her.
"Hah. Fine. I was an idiot for trying to have a real conversation with you."
Thud. Akane slammed the table again and shot up from her seat.
Whoa.
That actually worked better than expected.
I'd only meant to deflect with a bit of teasing.
But Akane panicked way more than I thought and just shut it down.
What the hell. Who's jealous? It's not weird to butt in when people living under the same roof are doing something they shouldn't, right? And making that much noise in the middle of the night—anyone would get bothered!
Akane huffed and stomped over to start on the dishes.
She wasn't saying it out loud, but her mind was a nonstop stream of complaints.
All the while, she kept repeating to herself like a mantra: This isn't jealousy.
Hm...
What was this?
Was she actually jealous?
Akane? Jealous over me?
"Pfft."
The situation struck me as hilarious.
A chuckle slipped out before I could stop it.
"What?! What's so funny?"
Akane whipped around at the sound of my laugh, snapping irritably.
"Nothing."
I flashed a smug grin and slurped down the last of my soup.
Akane glared at me for a moment before turning back to the dishes.
This isn't jealousy or anything. No need to get worked up over some dumb joke like that.
She kept reassuring herself.
This wasn't jealousy.
Of course, I didn't really think Akane—who didn't even like me—would get jealous over something like this.
But the more she denied it, the more I started wondering if she actually was. Strong denials often hide strong truths, after all.
Hm.
...Maybe I should test it out?
"Akane."
I finished eating, stood up, and approached her from behind.
"What."
Akane, mid-dishwashing, didn't even turn around.
Seeing her like this up close felt strangely off. Akane doing dishes in our house.
Almost like we were a married couple, huh?
I wrapped my arms around her waist affectionately, like newlyweds.
"Don't."
Akane shrugged her shoulders to shake me off.
The fact that she didn't push me away with her soapy hands was proof she'd softened up a lot. Maybe she just didn't want to get my clothes dirty since she'd have to wash them herself.
I kept it light—no groping, just a gentle hug so I wouldn't rile her up too much.
"It's not jealousy, right? So cheer up. Okay?"
"Ngh! I'm not in the mood, so get off!"
Akane shook her arms and waist more roughly than before.
My words—"I know it's not jealousy"—must have sounded like "Aw, but it totally is. Don't worry, I'll pretend I don't notice!" to her.
"But I am in the mood."
I teased her with a sly embrace, setting a cozy young-couple vibe.
Akane let out a deep sigh and resumed washing dishes. Looked like she was done acknowledging my existence.
"Akane. Aren't you feeling all jittery and anxious for no reason right now? Want me to tell you why your heart's acting up?"
I whispered into her ear while holding her close.
"..."
She couldn't deny it. She'd been on edge and uneasy since last night, after all.
Last night.
More precisely, right after she overheard me and Sis.
"It's because your body—not you—is freaking out. It found out the guy who recharges your magic power has another woman now. It's thinking, 'What if he ditches me like this? I might starve to death.' That's how your body's reacting. It doesn't want to die."
Akane was still washing dishes, but the plate in her hands hadn't changed for a while.
No reply, but it meant she was listening closely.
"So, Akane, let's have sex."
"—Wh-why the hell does it lead to that?!"
As expected, she couldn't ignore that one and snapped back angrily.
"Gotta let your body know, right? That I have no intention of ditching you."
"Ngh..."
My arms stroked her lower belly, right over where her womb sat.
The magic I'd filled her with last night was still there, yet here I was demanding more seed. Just like its owner, what a greedy womb.
"Otherwise, it'll keep nagging at you. So let's do it. Yeah? Sounds good?"
"...We'll be late for the academy."
Akane's curt response.
That was basically a yes.
I grinned ear to ear and lewdly caressed her lower belly.
"Don't worry. Even if we get expelled for chronic tardiness, I've got what it takes to keep at least one Akane fed."
In reality, expulsion meant instant military draft, so I'd avoid that at all costs.
Of course, with my connections, I wouldn't get kicked out unless I caused a massive scandal.
"..."
Akane clamped her mouth shut and kept washing, as if she hadn't heard me.
That meant do whatever you want, right?
Heh heh. Alright then, I'll help myself.
My hands slid from her lower abdomen down over her hips and thighs.
"Ngh..."
Akane was wearing a knee-length skirt.
I slipped my hand under it and tugged her panties down.
White panties. And a faint wet spot on the front.
Heh heh. Always such a slut.
But a gentleman like me will pretend I didn't notice.
"Akane. From now on, when I'm home, wear a shorter skirt. So we can do it anytime."
"N-nngh, d-don't say stupid shit."
I flipped up her long skirt and placed my hand on her pussy.
I smirked and said,
"Your body's saying it wants to, though?"
Her folds were already slick with moisture.
And I hadn't even properly touched her yet. Akane really had turned into such a horny girl.
Well, with how much we'd been doing it every day.
Maybe now her body just reacts automatically whenever I'm nearby.
"Ugh...!"
From behind the dishwashing Akane, I spread her ass cheeks a little.
My dick was always ready to go whenever.
"Akane, I'll hold you like this every day from now on, so don't worry too much."
"S-stupid...!"
"Nah, not you. Your body."
Her mouth said no, but when it came time, she obediently presented herself.
Probably wouldn't get sick of Akane anytime soon.
And she wouldn't have to worry about being tossed aside either.
"Can't do much foreplay since we're in a rush."
My glans slipped past the entrance to her pussy.
No need for much prep, apparently. It went in easier than expected.
Still tight as ever, but at this point, the pleasure should outweigh any pain for her.
"Hngh!"
Akane gripped the sink tight, swallowing hard as the massive intruder invaded her body.
Her long, pretty legs trembled faintly.
"Haa... Your body really is amazing, Akane."
"H-hngh, ah!"
-Squelch.
Deeper. Even deeper.
My tip bumped her cervix, and my hips met her ass.
Akane's pussy welcomed my cock with scorching heat.
It clenched down hard, as if declaring it wouldn't lose to Sis.
Way more honest than Akane herself.
"Haa, aaah..."
I grabbed her ass like handles with both hands and started thrusting.
Every time I pulled out, her pussy clung like it didn't want me to go. Every thrust in, it squeezed like it was saying welcome home.
I savored the pleasure of her pussy and gradually picked up the pace.
"Whew. This is good. How about we make it a habit—dessert after breakfast every morning before heading to school? What do you think, Akane?"
"Haa, haaht, ah!"
"What? No room to answer already?"
Looking at Akane panting away, lost in the sex, I couldn't help but laugh.
Whenever she said she didn't want to.
She was enjoying it way more than I was.
Still, I'd have to step up my game.
So someday she'd beg me for it first.
"Ngh!"
"Aaaah—!"
As I drove my hips harder, Akane's moans grew louder to match.
...Academy class time had already come and gone.