Toru planned to stay the night at the Ijichi house tonight.
They had a properly prepared guest room, so there would not be the awkward situation like at the Gotoh household…
It was just a little strange to sleep while wearing Ryo-chan's clothes.
But after spending hundreds of years as an old married couple in the simulations, Toru did not particularly resist it. They had done things far more outrageous than this before.
The only question was whether Ryo-chan had inherited those memories…
"Good night."
Ijichi Nijika helped Toru get the guest room ready, then left the room with light, quiet steps.
This tatami-style Japanese room was fairly spacious.
The second floor of the live house was the Ijichi family's residence. With STARRY being quite large downstairs, the space upstairs was naturally not small either.
Because in one of the simulations Toru had lived at the Ijichi house for a long time, he was very familiar with the place. It could be said that it felt just like coming home.
It was getting late, so Toru stopped letting his thoughts wander, turned off the light, and prepared to sleep.
Midnight.
Soft, faint sounds came from outside the door.
Toru slowly opened his eyes. He was picky about where he slept, and in unfamiliar places he slept lightly. Even the slightest noise could wake him.
'Who got up?'
As he thought this, Toru listened to the footsteps drawing closer, seeming to come straight to his door.
For a moment, countless thoughts crossed his mind.
If nothing unexpected happened, it should be Ijichi Nijika?
But he had never heard of her sleepwalking, at least not in the simulations.
Before Toru could finish thinking.
The door opened.
If I get pushed down next, should I refuse?
Or should I just go with the flow and eat the cute little thing that came to me on her own?
The former did not seem very manly, while the latter felt a bit too lust-driven. No matter what, it seemed wrong…
Toru thought for a full three seconds, then decided to be a normal man and make the kind of mistake a normal man would make.
But when the figure closed the door, slipped into the futon, and pressed close, Toru suddenly hesitated again, unsure whether he should go through with it.
'This doesn't feel right.'
He loosened the hand that had climbed onto a soft snowy mound and realized that the person who had entered the futon had a much larger chest than Nijika the little angel.
Wasn't she supposed to be small and delicate?
How did it get one size bigger?
"Don't do that…"
Ijichi Seika had just gone to the bathroom to freshen up because her hangover was too uncomfortable. She was not fully awake yet, otherwise she would not have gone into the wrong room…
This guest room was right next to Seika's own bedroom.
"Seika-san, are you awake?"
Toru realized that she had actually hugged him on her own initiative.
"Little Toru, onee-san is really tired…"
Seika murmured weakly, "If you want to do it… then hurry up and finish. Don't bully me for too long."
As she spoke, she took the initiative to undo the buttons of her clothes. She even took Toru's hand and placed it near the base of her thigh, clamping it between her soft, fleshy legs.
Toru: "…"
Seika-san, how can you say something so outrageous?
And your movements are so practiced, just like we did this hundreds of times in the simulations…
Wait, simulations?
Damn it, Game Life Simulator, I am not done with you!!
Wait, don't get angry yet. This might not necessarily be a bad thing.
"Onee-san, what's our daughter's name?"
Toru seized the chance to probe for information.
"Little Rei…"
Ijichi Seika let out an unhappy hum, patted his hand, and urged him to hurry up.
She had not done it for several months, and she was having a hard time holding back.
If Bocchi-chan's libido was a 10, then Seika was at least a 7. She had just turned 30, had never been in a relationship, and was at the age of wolf-like hunger.
Ever since she had tasted it in the simulation last year, Ijichi Seika had completely lost control.
"Onee-san, Nijika is sleeping in the room next door. Are you sure you want this?"
Toru had not yet been overwhelmed by desire.
He was wearing Ryo's clothes, sleeping in the guest room next to Ijichi Nijika, with Seika lying in his arms. Some things were indeed not easy to handle.
This was too outrageous.
"Hurry up~"
Ijichi Seika groggily took off her clothes, climbed on top of Toru, and sat astride his waist.
"Got it."
Forget it. Outrageous is outrageous.
I have no shame anyway.
About ten minutes later.
Accompanied by a burst of unbearable, intense pain.
'Hiss, that hurts.'
Ijichi Seika completely woke up from her hangover and lifted her head to look at the familiar ceiling.
When she realized this was her own home, she let out a sigh of relief.
At the same time, three huge question marks appeared in her mind.
Who am I?
Where am I?
Who is the one on top of me?
For the first two questions, Ijichi Seika reacted quickly and even filled in a large amount of blank memory from the period of her hangover.
But the last question shattered her defenses. Her first time had actually been given away so muddle-headedly!
One second later, before Ijichi Seika could fully wake up, her soft pink lips were blocked by Toru.
She instinctively wrapped her arms around his shoulders, encircling his neck.
When she realized that the person she was being intimate with was Toru, Ijichi Seika's heart quickly relaxed. After experiencing several simulations, she had already decided that if she could not be with Toru in this life, she would stay single forever.
Once she had set her target, Ijichi Seika only wanted Toru to be her first.
"Onee-san, you're awake?"
Ijichi Seika let out a comfortable gasp and said nothing.
Even if she died tonight, she would never admit it.
Pretending to sleep might still turn this into a one-night stand. If she was awake, how would she face her younger sister in the future?
Nijika liked Toru, yet her own sister had boarded the train first…
A few seconds later.
Seika's thoughts were shattered by a surge of intense pleasure, and Toru's gentle voice sounded by her ear.
"Onee-san, you know, right? When girls are drunk, their bodies are like corpses. They won't give any feedback to guys, and they definitely won't spasm from climax."
"…"
"The bedsheets are wet."
Ijichi Seika's originally fair face slowly flushed with a cherry-red color.
She could not answer.
She had to keep pretending to sleep.
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The next morning.
Ijichi Nijika got up, finished making breakfast, and prepared to wake the two who were still sleeping.
It was spring break before the new semester, so there were no classes.
"Onee-san, wake up… Huh? Where is she?"
A not-so-wonderful premonition flashed through Nijika the little angel's heart.
Could it be that her sister had secretly gotten tangled up with Toru-kun behind her back… or something like that?
Ahahaha, that should be impossible, right? [deadpan]
After all, she had slept in the room next door last night.
With a nervous heart, Ijichi Nijika opened the door to the guest room and found that both of them were inside.
"Onee-san, Toru-kun, what are you doing?"
Ijichi Seika held up a futon to cover most of her body and said with a red face, "N-no, nothing. I just thought I would help Little Toru tidy up, and then wash this futon."
"Seika-san said she drank too much last night and threw up all over me, so she insisted on helping."
Toru nodded calmly, as if nothing was wrong, and casually withdrew the hand that had been misbehaving on onee-san's perky butt just a second ago.
"Alright then… hurry up and come out to eat breakfast."
Just as Ijichi Nijika was about to turn and leave, the corner of her eye suddenly caught a glimpse of a red stain on the futon.
Eh, what is that?
Before Nijika could react, Seika hugged the futon and fled the bedroom like she was escaping.
As she left, onee-san wiped the corner of her mouth with her right hand, as if she had just swallowed something that easily caused nausea.
"Nijika, are my clothes dry?"
"Mm-hmm, they're dry."
"That's good. I'll take a shower later."
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