On the way home—
Kasumigaoka Touji couldn't help but dwell on an absurd yet oddly persistent thought: Could Utaha really be a yandere?
He combed through their past fifteen years together. Nothing too out of the ordinary, right? Sure, she was a bit intense sometimes, but yandere? That felt like a stretch...
But then, flashes of her character from "How to Raise a Boring Girlfriend" popped into his head.
Ugh... maybe she wasn't completely a yandere. But she wasn't exactly not one either.
And so, Touji trudged home from school in complete, soul-crushing silence.
...
"Utaha, come here for a sec. I need to talk to you."
As soon as he stepped into the living room, Touji called out to Utaha, who was just about to head upstairs.
"Nani?" she turned, her wine-red eyes curious and just a bit amused.
"Over here," Touji beckoned, motioning with his hand.
With a dramatic sigh, Utaha slung her school bag over her shoulder and walked over.
He gestured for her to sit on the sofa, then knelt down, gripping her slender shoulders. Meeting her eyes seriously, he said with absolute conviction:
"Utaha, we can't do anything illegal—understood?!"
It had clearly not been a joke earlier. Touji's concern was real.
...
Utaha blinked, her expression blank for a second. Then her eyes widened in surprise. Her lips twitched. She puffed out her cheeks, eyebrows raised, clearly trying not to laugh.
She lasted exactly two seconds before bursting into a giggle fit.
"Fufufu~ Otouto-kun came home looking all serious... and it was because of that?!"
She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, then smiled radiantly at him.
"Sorry, sorry~ I was just teasing you, you dummy."
There wasn't a shred of remorse in her expression. If anything, she looked ridiculously pleased with herself!
"Tch."
Touji clicked his tongue. He'd been completely played.
Without warning, he grabbed her hand, raised both arms above her head, and pinned her wrists down onto the sofa with one hand.
The force of the motion made Utaha fall back slightly, her upper body arching. Her chest pushed forward prominently, making its presence... very known.
Touji's eyes darted downward for half a second, then he grumbled in annoyance:
"You're seriously too much, y'know? Always teasing and messing with me... You had me worrying the whole way back. Utaha-chan, are you ready to be punished?"
"Ara~? Otouto-kun can't even take a joke now?"
Utaha feigned shock, then giggled mischievously. Her soft pink lips curled in amusement.
"No way, no way~ Could it be that Touji-kun is actually a big crybaby~?"
You… you're really asking to be punished!
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Touji held her gaze, his grip tightening on her wrists. "You think this is a game, Utaha? Fine. Let's play."
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss. His free hand roamed her body, squeezing her breasts through her uniform, making her gasp. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, until he reached the top button of her uniform.
He undid the buttons one by one, his knuckles brushing against her skin, making her shiver. He pushed the uniform off her shoulders, leaving her in her bra and pleated skirt. Her breath hitched as he leaned down, his mouth closing around one nipple through the lacy fabric.
She arched into him, a moan escaping her lips. He chuckled, his breath warm against her skin. "That's right, Utaha. Make all the noise you want. Nobody can hear you but me."
He switched to her other breast, his fingers teasing her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps. He looked up, his eyes gleaming. "You like that, don't you? Want more?"
She nodded, her voice a ragged whisper. "Please..."
He smirked, his hand sliding down her torso, her hips, until he reached the hem of her skirt. He pushed it up, revealing her black stockings and the lace trim of her panties. He traced the edge of her stockings, his fingers brushing against her skin.
He leaned down, his mouth finding the inside of her thigh. He kissed and nipped at her skin, his fingers tracing patterns on her legs, inching closer and closer to her core. She squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down. She lifted her hips, helping him slide them off. He tossed them aside, his gaze appreciating the view.
He leaned down, his tongue tracing her slit. She cried out, her body tensing as he teased her with his mouth and fingers. He built her up slowly, torturously, until she was begging for release.
But each time she was on the brink, he would back off, leaving her gasping and frustrated. "T-Touji... please..." she pleaded, her body writhing.
He looked up, his smile wicked. "Not yet, Utaha. You haven't learned your lesson yet."
He continued to tease her, edging her over and over again. Each time, her stockings would get more snagged, more torn, until they were hanging in strips around her legs.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he relented. He stood up, unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants and underwear. He guided himself to her entrance, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Last chance to back out, Utaha."
She shook her head, her voice a ragged whisper. "I surrender. Please, Touji... I need you."
He groaned, pushing into her in one smooth stroke. She cried out, her body arching as he filled her completely. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss as he began to move.
After a few minutes of their intense rhythm, Touji wrapped an arm around her waist and shifted their position. He sat back on the sofa, pulling her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as he settled them into this new position.
"Ride me, Utaha," he commanded, his voice low and gruff. "Show me how sorry you are for teasing me."
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing as she began to move. She lifted herself up, then sank back down, taking him deep inside her. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements.
He leaned back, his eyes locked onto hers as she rode him. "That's it, Utaha. Faster. Harder. Show me how much you want my punishment."
She moaned, her body moving in time with his commands. She felt the familiar build-up, her orgasm approaching quickly. She leaned back, her hands grippin the edge of the sofa behind him for support.
He took advantage of her new position, his hands roaming her body, teasing her nipples, tracing patterns on her skin. She gasped, her body tensing as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
But just as she was about to tip over, he slowed their rhythm, making her cry out in frustration. "No, no, no," he tutted, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Not yet, Utaha. You haven't earned it yet."
She whimpered, her body writhing as she tried to find friction, to finish what he had started. He chuckled, his fingers finding her clit, circling it, teasing it. "Please, Touji... I can't... I need to..."
He shook his head, his thumb pressing down on her clit, making her gasp. "Not until I say so, Utaha. Understand?"
She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. He continued to tease her, edging her over and over again, until she was a sobbing, desperate mess on top of him.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he gave her the nod. "Now, Utaha. Come for me now."
She screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. He groaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he followed her over the edge, filling her completely.
They collapsed together, their bodie's slick with sweat, their breaths ragged. Utaha rested her head on his shoulder, her voice a soft whisper. "I'm sorry, Touji. I won't tease you like that again."
He smiled, his hand stroking her hair. "Good girl. Now, how about we get cleaned up and start all over again?"
...
By the end of it, Utaha's black stockings were in tatters, clinging to her legs in defeated strips. Her hair was tousled, cheeks flushed, expression dazed. She looked as if she'd just lost a fierce battle...
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"I would never actually do anything illegal..."
After a long pause, Utaha muttered this softly.
Touji froze.
He glanced over at her, surprised, but she seemed utterly calm—as if she hadn't said anything at all.
He narrowed his eyes.
Stare—
He fixed her with a long, suspicious look.
Then, with a bit of sarcasm in his tone, he joked:
"Should I go thank the Japanese legal system for saving me from getting locked up by my own sister?"
Lounging on the sofa like a cat basking in the sun, Utaha had her eyes closed. Seven, maybe eight seconds later, she lazily cracked one eye open.
A single wine-red iris peeked at him, filled with mischief.
"Hmm? What is Touji-kun talking about? I don't get it at all~ Onee-san would never imprison you~."
She raised one elegant finger, her tone playful.
"But~ if my cute little brother wants to know what it's like being trapped and pampered by his charming Onee-san, and if it really gets his heart racing... then maybe, just maybe, I can consider it~."
"Absolutely not!"
Touji shook his head so hard it almost looked painful.
"Don't lump me in with your weird fantasies! I'm not some kind of pervert, okay?! What kind of normal person would even want to be imprisoned?!"
Touji blinked, taken aback. Was she joking? Or did she actually mean that...? It was impossible to tell. Her tone was airy, but there was an undertone—just enough to keep him unsettled.
He gulped.
Yeah... he'd need to stay vigilant. This woman might actually be a real yandere.
And to think he wanted to open a harem...
Just how high was the difficulty setting going to get?!
His temples throbbed slightly at the thought. Clasping his hands together, he gave her an exaggerated, half-joking bow and said:
"Onee-san, please—I'm begging you! Retract your divine aura! You're seriously terrifying me right now!"
"Oh~? But when you smacked my butt earlier, you didn't look scared at all. Quite bold, weren't you?"
Utaha got up from the sofa, giving him an unamused glance as she rubbed her rear casually.
That butt of hers… well, it was a little on the big side, probably from all that sitting around writing all day…
Yet somehow, it didn't look chubby at all—it was voluptuous. Just like her chest!
Touji stole a quick glance, then turned away and tried to act righteous:
"Actually, I was dying of fear inside! I just put on a brave face!"
"Oh? Do you even believe that, Touji-kun? Don't act all innocent after enjoying yourself!"
"I saw that smug grin! You were thrilled, weren't you?" she accused, smirking as she turned toward the bathroom with a dramatic flick of her hair.
Once she disappeared, Touji let out a long sigh.
He looked out the window—the sky had dimmed, the amber rays of dusk fading into night. A quick glance at the clock confirmed it was already past 5 p.m.
Since he'd had a light bite at the family restaurant earlier, he wasn't hungry per se, but skipping dinner might lead to midnight stomach grumbles.
With that in mind, Touji headed toward the kitchen, pondering tonight's menu.
After a few minutes of deliberation, he decided to whip up two servings of steak pasta.
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Dinner passed peacefully. Afterward, he did the dishes, tidied up the kitchen, and then returned to his room.
Maybe it was the full stomach, or maybe it was the lack of proper sleep the night before, but as soon as he sat at his desk, drowsiness began to creep in.
Still, it wasn't even 6:30 yet, so he fought off the sleep and focused.
He worked on refining the character designs first—checking, double-checking, then finally sending them off to Eriri Spencer Sawamura, who had been blowing up his inbox with impatient messages.
Then, he turned his attention to polishing the lyrics for Utaha's special piece.
As he was wrapping things up, a ping from the group chat popped up. Kumin Tsuyuri had just tagged everyone (except the teacher) with a cheerful suggestion:
"Let's all go shopping at the mall together tomorrow~!"
Touji blinked. He and Utaha both declined without hesitation, but Kato Megumi replied with a simple, polite agreement.
Gotou Hitori didn't respond. Maybe she was still deciding, or maybe just lurking as usual.
Touji didn't dwell on it.
Instead, he pulled out the third volume of The Reincarnated Silver Wolf from his backpack—a book he hadn't managed to finish earlier—and sank into the nearby beanbag, letting the weight of the day slowly melt away as he immersed himself in the world of fiction once more.
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