Chapter 345: Hentai Situation
Today, Itsuki was wearing a light blue long dress that hugged her waist, tied with a belt, making her waist look extremely slender. Her voluptuous figure was completely shown off, the upper part being a white off-shoulder blouse.
Sakurai Saki sat across from Itsuki, drinking juice — he was honestly a bit bored.
Anyway, he was so bored that he started admiring Itsuki's clothes.
Can't deny it, that outfit really looked beautiful.
"Itsuki nee-san, can I go home now?"
"Little brother's bored already? Want me to play a game with you?" Itsuki put her pen down and looked up at him.
Sakurai felt there was something strange about her gaze.
Game? A new game?
Or something even more exciting than a game?
"Come here, sit here." Itsuki patted her thigh lightly, then adjusted her dress, waiting for him to come over.
Sakurai bit on the straw slightly, really not wanting to go near.
If this is what she calls playing a game, then clearly she's craving my body instead! No way I'm going over there!
"Hurry up." Itsuki urged.
"Alright…" Sakurai reluctantly sat on her lap.
And immediately felt the inevitable softness.
Not just the chest, even the thighs were soft.
"Where do you usually live, little brother?"
"In the countryside. I came today to visit Saki-nii." Sakurai was halfway through his sentence when Itsuki hugged him tightly again.
The fragrance from her body made him slightly flustered.
"Kyoto, huh?" Itsuki remembered that Sakurai's home was in Kyoto.
No wonder she had never heard that Sakurai-san had a little brother.
"Nee-san, you're hugging too tight."
"It's fine."
Fine my ass! I'm the one who's not fine here!
Sakurai felt that if this continued, something straight out of a hentai scene would happen soon.
"Come on, let's do homework together."
"..."
So this is what you call "playing a game"?
Great, showing off your dumb brain in front of a kid — that's so you, Itsuki nee-san!
"Alright then!" Sakurai replied with a blank face.
Even though his body had shrunk, his mind was still sharp.
I, the great detective Sakurai Saki, will show you today — humans shouldn't be too arrogant.
"Now, this is definite integral..."
Wait! You're teaching integrals to a ten-year-old kid?!
"Alright, this one's too hard. Let's do English instead."
Soon, the two dove into the "ocean of English."
A few minutes later.
"Nee-san, this one should be B, right? I think the question is… um, what's the main idea of paragraph two?"
Itsuki: "?"
Kids are this smart these days?
Or are the Sakurais just aliens who don't even need to study? This is absurd!
"Question three, about Tyrannosaurus rex… huh? You haven't finished reading yet?"
"Little brother… you can understand this?"
"Piece of cake." Sakurai turned his head and smiled sweetly.
...?
For the first time, Itsuki truly understood what "idiot" meant.
And the answer was: herself.
"Nee-san, I don't quite understand this part, can you teach me?"
Uh… sorry, she didn't fully understand it either.
"Little brother, are you thirsty?" Itsuki quickly changed the subject.
She couldn't accept losing face in front of her friend's little brother!
Otherwise, if this kid told Sakurai-san later, next time Sakurai-san would definitely laugh at her!
"I am." Sakurai gave her an easy way out.
Pretending to be a kid to tease Itsuki was getting addictive.
This feeling was really fun!
At that moment, Sakurai's "teasing" gene exploded violently.
After all, he wasn't a normal person.
Itsuki glanced at the glass of juice not far away, reached for it, pulled it back after grabbing it, and was about to bring it to Saki's mouth.
"Nee-san, I can drink it myself…"
He spoke while reaching out.
But before Sakurai could take it, Itsuki accidentally let go too soon.
Right after that, the glass cup fell straight down due to gravity.
"Careful, little brother!"
Seeing that, Itsuki quickly reached out to catch it.
If she hadn't acted, Sakurai Saki could've relied on his reflexes to salvage the situation a bit, but since both of them reached out, their big and small hands instantly touched.
Clink!
The glass cup hit Sakurai Saki, soaking all his clothes, even splashing quite a bit onto his hair.
Meanwhile, Itsuki's upper body wasn't wet, only the lower part of her dress got dirty.
"Ah, sorry, sorry." Itsuki hurriedly picked up the glass, then helped him stand up.
After that, she took some tissues from the table and helped him wipe his clothes.
Unfortunately, no matter how much she wiped, the juice had already soaked into the fabric.
"Little brother, go take a bath quickly, or you'll catch a cold." Itsuki hurriedly led him into the bathroom.
Sakurai: "Bath?"
Itsuki, how could you say something like that… ah, right, my body is only ten years old now, so it's fine.
"Alright, don't be shy anymore. If your big brother finds out I got you this wet, he'll definitely scold me."
This feels a little dangerous.
Whatever, if Itsuki's not scared, why should I be?
What kind of man would be afraid of a woman?
Besides, being all sticky like this is really uncomfortable.
...
The two of them entered the bathroom.
In the changing area, Itsuki squatted down and began unbuttoning Sakurai Saki's shirt.
"Alright, let me help you take it off."
"…" Sakurai Saki covered his chest, saying nervously, "I can do it myself."
"What are you shy about?" Itsuki forcefully pulled his shirt off.
Then came the pants.
After completely undressing Sakurai Saki, she tossed the dirty clothes into the washer-dryer.
"Come here." Itsuki didn't deliberately look at his body, but her eyes still caught a glimpse.
Kids' bodies these days are really well-developed.
She adjusted the showerhead, then stepped aside to fill the bathtub with hot water.
Right after that, she stepped out of the bathroom.
Sakurai Saki let out a sigh of relief inside.
Why has Itsuki gotten so bold lately? Or maybe it's the side effects of that power acting up again?
She once said she liked children and wanted to be a teacher in the future, but to get this intimate with a boy she just met — she'd normally never be able to do something like that.
For the sake of my health, I should go home early later.
Warm water splashed onto his face; Sakurai Saki shook his head.
Then, he glanced toward the door.
Outside, behind the frosted glass, a figure was clearly moving through a series of actions.
If he wasn't mistaken… she was undressing?
"Little brother, I'm coming in."
The moment she said that—
Itsuki openly walked into the bathroom.
Sakurai Saki raised his hand to cover his eyes, but his male instincts wouldn't let him resist taking a peek.
Crap, everything's white — I don't even know where to look.
"Nee-san… why are you coming in?"
"To help you bathe."
Please, could you not say something that terrifying in such a calm tone?
Itsuki picked up a small stool and placed it beside Sakurai Saki. "Come on, sit here. I'll help you scrub your back."
"…" Sakurai Saki's brain almost froze.
He sat down in a daze.
Itsuki grabbed a towel, poured some body wash onto it, and gently rubbed it on his back.
"Is this pressure okay?"
"Umu."
A few minutes later—
Itsuki rinsed the towel, then stood up.
The floor was covered in soap bubbles.
Her foot slipped slightly.
Sakurai Saki had anticipated this, immediately reaching out to catch her.
Unfortunately, he was a second too late — his small hand wrapped around her slender waist, but couldn't stop her fall.
In Sakurai Saki's view, those two soft white mounds were getting closer and closer...
The next second, he experienced the fourteenth move of Tai Chi — Monkey Steals the Peach.
Thud!
The two of them fell onto the bathroom floor.
Sakurai Saki was pinned under Itsuki, his entire body enveloped in softness, his mind going completely blank.
"Nee... san…"
This is bad, I… can't breathe…
His vision went dark.
For the first time in his life, Sakurai Saki experienced the terror of a breast-based finishing move.