Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a beam across the white bed, outlining the voluptuous curve of a human figure beneath the sheet.
RINNNG! RINNNG!
A slender, fair-skinned hand slid across the table, tapping blindly toward the source of the screech. After a few tries, it found the clock and silenced it.
Shin's half-asleep body arched upward, his light brown, shoulder-length hair fluttering softly with the motion. Letting out a small yawn, he gaped, then gently rubbed his light brown eyes.
"What a beautiful morning…" he murmured, stretching his slender arms before sliding out of bed.
His delicate, tiptoed feet touched the floor with the grace of Cinderella slipping into her glass slippers. Dressed in his brother's clothes, the sunlight streamed through the window, gliding over his dewy, fair skin and catching on the sculpted ridges of his six-pack—without a trace of fat to be seen.
As he straightened, the blanket that had been clinging to his waist slid to the floor. At that very moment, the door creaked open.
His sister stepped in—just in time to be given a full, unfiltered view of his stone-hard shaft in all its glory.
"Hey, Shin—Uh…"
Seeing his manhood, Takao froze in her tracks, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"T-That's way too big…" Subconsciously, she swallowed, her throat dry, stealing glances while trying to look away.
Shin, oblivious to her thoughts, stood there dumbfounded.
"Hey, sis, what's wrong?"
Realizing she had been staring far too intently, Takao's face flushed red in embarrassment. She pretended to cough and turned her head aside, though the corner of her eyes still lingered on him.
"Mom says it's breakfast time. Hurry up, or you'll be late."
"Okay, thanks. I'll dress up first," he replied, paying her no mind.
Giving one last glance, Takao reluctantly stepped back, slammed the door, and headed downstairs.
Watching her leave in frustration, Shin's sword-like eyebrow arched.
"What's wrong with her? Anyway, I should get going now."
Downstairs, Shin found three people already seated at the dining table—all of them are his older sisters.
He scanned them carefully, starting from the eldest. She had brown hair with bangs parted neatly down the middle, with two longer strands framing her face. A pair of glasses caught the light, flashing when she noticed him looking.
The second-oldest had a messy, curly bob cut, her hair a slightly lighter shade than the rest. She carried a delinquent aura, with a smug attitude to match.
As for Takao… her features were strikingly similar to their mother's. People often joked that the two eldest might be illegitimate children, given how much the younger siblings resembled their mother.
Shin didn't give that gossip much thought. Their father had died early under unclear circumstances, leaving him the only man in the house.
"Good morning, sisters."
"Yeah, yeah, morning, lil bro!"
Shin greeted them and quietly took his seat. He began eating, seemingly oblivious to the intense gazes directed his way. Takao, still remembering the indecent moment that morning, blushed. She kept her head down, shoveling food into her mouth, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Good morning, son."
While he was chewing, their mother emerged from the kitchen, wrapping him in a warm, slightly clingy hug.
"Good morning, Mom."
He returned her greeting casually and continued eating.
"Hey, lil bro!"
Noticing the arrival of their mom, his second sister smiled mischievously. She leaned in with narrowed eyes, clearly fishing for drama.
"I heard from Takao that a girl confessed to you yesterday. How did it go?"
After pondering for a moment and recalling the girl, he replied bluntly, keeping his expression indifferent.
"Oh? That… I rejected her."
For moment, her eyes flicker with gleam before sighing and shaking her head.
"Lil bro... Girls are lining up for you, and you just keep rejecting them. At this rate, you'll die alone, you know?"
Hmmm?
While listening to this, he felt a foot glide along his leg, pressing lightly before moving upward toward his thigh.
Shin leaned back to see whose foot it was, but found nothing under the table.
Am I imagining things?
Lost in thought, he was pulled back into the conversation by his eldest sister.
"I agree," she said, joining in, rubbing her palms together like a matchmaking villain.
"It'd be a waste. How about I help you find a suitable partner?"
"A suitable partner?"
Shin pondered for a moment, weighing his words. He calmly replied in a flat manner,
"Not interested. For now, relationships only bring trouble at this age. Instead of worrying about me, maybe you should focus on yourselves."
His words hit the mark with pinpoint accuracy. Both of them clutched their chests as if physically wounded. Despite being the oldest among the four of them, neither had ever received a confession.
"You really know how to hit where it hurts," they groaned in unison.
"I'm just being honest."
"Pftt!"
They spat out mouthfuls of imaginary blood like characters in a cheap drama. Even Mom couldn't help but stifle a laugh, covering her mouth as she chuckled softly.
"Hehe…"
"Damn you, lil bro."
They gritted their teeth, but they couldn't deny it—it was the truth.
Finishing his food, Shin dragged his dishes to the sink and said,
"I'm heading out."
Before leaving, he planted a kiss on his mom's cheek.
On school grounds, three figures strolled through the courtyard—led by a guy with spiky orange hair. The surrounding students couldn't help but glance over, curiosity sparking in their eyes.
"Are we skipping class again today, Ken-chan?"
Yokoshima asked while munching potato chips. He is a short, round-headed bald boy with three oddly placed slash marks on his scalp like a cat's whiskers.
"Might be. I'm a little bored,"
Kenji the acting leader said, not even bothering to look at him.
"Oh, that reminds me. Want to hear something interesting?"
Yokoshima smiled in mischief. The glint in his eyes piqued everyone's curiosity.
"We're listening..." the two of them replied in unison.
But before he could spill the beans, a nearby conversation stole their attention.
"Hey, look, it's them!" someone whispered, pointing a shaky finger in their direction.
His friend, clearly clueless, tilted his head.
"Who are they?"
"What!?"
The first guy recoiled, scandalized. "
"You don't know who they are!?"
He dramatically pushed up his glasses with a single finger, the motion fogging up the lenses from his own breath.
"They're the infamous delinquents of the district—the Kazama Gang!" he declared theatrically.
He pointed at them one by one:
"First! The fatty-fat fatty: Yokoshima!"
He cried.
"A man bold enough to wear stripes over his man-boobs!"
"Then, the tall Mountain: Nagayama!"
"He's so impressive!"
someone else shouted, inexplicably in English probably to impressed the foreigner.
"And lastly…"
His gaze shifted to Kenji—but he paused awkwardly, clearly blanking.
"Uhh… this guy… the leader of… um…"
His face darkened. Black lines formed on his forehead along with huge bulge vein, Kenji roared.
"My name is Kazama. Kazama Kenji! Remember that!!"
The bystanders flinched, then scattered like roaches. Kenji just sighed in frustration.
"Ken-chan, I'm kinda sorry we stood out like that…" Yokoshima muttered.
"Its... Fine..."
"oh take a look at this!"
Yokoshima motioning toward a nearby classroom.
They all turned to the sign above the door:
[Game Production Department]
As he stared at it, Yokoshima's lips curled into a wicked grin.
"Everyone… this is what I was talking about," he said, eyes gleaming with something close to villainy.
"What's up with this place, anyway?" Kenji asked, brows furrowed.