Aiya Yayoi woke up.
First, a headache.
As an old drunkard, she knew this was a hangover symptom.
She rubbed her temples.
First, she felt around beside her.
Nothing.
A feeling as if something was lost immediately filled her heart.
Aiya Yayoi quickly opened her eyes.
Lying beside her was only a pillow.
An ordinary pillow.
Yet she was hugging it like a body pillow, her two straight, fair long legs clamped tightly around it.
Aiya Yayoi was stunned.
After staring at the pillow for a while, she shot up like a spring, sitting upright in an instant.
"Ugh—"
Her "lying" instantly turned into "sitting," but because her head hurt so much, she still groaned unconsciously.
What she saw next was a very clean room.
Memories from when she first woke up in the middle of the night formed intermittently in Yayoi's mind.
The messy bedroom.
Clothes strewn everywhere.
And the sheets, emitting a faint, strange odor, were now all gone.
"—Ha, hahahaha."
Yayoi covered her forehead and laughed.
So that's how it was.
It was just a dream after all.
That scared her to death.
She had thought she had committed some terrible crime, but it was just from drinking too much.
Hahaha, it's just a hallucination, it won't scare me.
—But then, why was there such a real, aching sensation in her lower back, and an unprecedented feeling of satisfaction in her lower abdomen?
The answer was simple.
Drinking too much alcohol itself often causes back pain.
As for the feeling of satisfaction—yes, it was still because of the alcohol. Drinking so much alcohol and feeling full would naturally bring satisfaction; once she peed it out, then...
Yayoi told herself.
Daijoubu, daijoubu! This was the true reality; everything she saw last night was nonsense—
Hmm, hmm, hahaha, hahahahahaha!
Yayoi continued to rub her forehead.
But before she could finish her thought,
"Thump thump thump," the door was knocked.
Yayoi froze.
Aiwu Guang never went upstairs, so who was knocking now?
She didn't get an answer before she witnessed it firsthand.
A handsome boy, only seventeen or eighteen, impatiently twisted the doorknob and walked straight in.
"Bed-wetter, still trying to sleep in?"
It was Hayato.
The moment she saw his face, Yayoi could no longer deceive herself.
Memories of last night surged like a tide.
Yayoi's hand remained stiffly on her forehead, but she could no longer laugh.
Hayato looked at her actions strangely, then seemed to realize something.
"Oh, that thing!"
Hayato struck a pose: "Explode, reality! Shatter, spirit! Banish this world—Alright, I know you're an old 2D fan, hurry up and get up to eat. Oh, right, I've washed your clothes, and the sheets are in the washing machine; you just need to hang them out to dry later."
Yayoi's lips trembled.
Then she noticed Hayato was looking at her chest.
She lowered her gaze to look as well.
When she had sprung up like a carp, since there was only one person in the room, she hadn't paid much attention.
But now she realized that the blanket covering her had slipped down.
Only a expanse of smooth, white skin was exposed.
The full shape, due to fear and excitement, was instead slightly pointed and perky.
Realizing this, Yayoi looked at Hayato again.
They were silent for two seconds.
"Ah—! !"
Yayoi grabbed the pillow beside her and threw it over.
Hayato reached out and easily caught the pillow.
Meanwhile, Yayoi had pulled the blanket up, covering her neck in one breath, hiding almost half her face inside.
"Yayoi-nee!?"
Aiya Hiroshi's voice rang out from the first-floor stairwell: "What happened!?"
Facing Aiwu Guang's worried question, Hayato replied without batting an eye:
"Nothing, I just saw two big white rabbits."
"Rabbits?" Aiya Hiroshi was confused. He continued to shout: "Why would we keep rabbits on the second floor?"
"Yayoi drank too much and is hallucinating," Hayato said, then glanced amusedly at Aiya Yayoi.
Yayoi glared at him, but to keep Aiwu Guang from worrying, she could only play along: "...Yes, I accidentally scared you. Sorry."
"...Oh." Aiya Hiroshi sighed in relief: "Then, Kobayashi-kun, please try to persuade her more. Tell Yayoi-nee to drink less in the future."
"Sure." Hayato replied readily, then looked at Aiya Yayoi: "Rabbit eyes are often pink, but it's rare to see them this vividly red. Is it because the fur is too white?"
"Shu—"
Aiya Yayoi originally wanted to shout, but fearing Aiya Hiroshi on the first floor would hear, she could only whisper: "Shut up... you l-little hoodlum."
"You say that now?" Hayato chuckled softly, then walked toward the edge of the bed.
Aiya Yayoi instantly became wary, extending her slender white arms from under the blanket, crossing them in front of her as if in refusal:
"D-Don't you dare come closer!"
She looked as if she had encountered a fierce humanoid weapon in the apocalypse, then gulped... Her waist still hurt so much.
There was also a burning sensation below her waist.
Hayato stopped in his tracks. He looked at Yayoi, then withdrew his gaze: "Fine, I won't come over. Hurry up and get ready for breakfast... And yes, you really should drink less in the future."
Having said that, he prepared to leave.
"—Wait." After a brief silence, Yayoi called out to him: "Come here."
Hayato turned back, slightly impatient: "Big Sis, first you tell me not to come over, then you tell me to come over. Can you make up your mind? It makes things difficult for your little brother."
Anger.
An angry vein pulsed on Yayoi's forehead.
Why, after something like this happened, could this guy still act like nothing happened and provoke her!
"Come here!" Yayoi demanded forcefully.
Hayato walked over.
Yayoi patted her bed board, and Hayato calmly sat down beside her.
Looking at his demeanor, Yayoi couldn't help but doubt what he had said last night... Was this guy really the innocent type?
Immediately following this, her fragmented memories flashed back like a carousel. This time, everything she recalled was the scene of her 'fighting' Hayato.
She rode into battle, truly magnificent and awe-inspiring.
First was the verbal duel: she first displayed her broad mind, intending to subdue the enemy general with her embrace, but she didn't expect the latter to be silver-tongued, arguing until she was panting and begging for mercy.
The second battle was physical: she attacked with all her might, suppressing the enemy general, but she didn't expect the opponent to raise a long spear, find the flaws in her moves, and thrust hundreds of times, utterly devastating her... He was clearly a carnivore!!
But even though she was the one who lost.
She was also the one at fault.
She quietly observed Hayato's expressionless profile, suddenly feeling a bit sad:
"I'm sorry, I must have scared you."
"Yes," Hayato said honestly. "I originally thought that since you are a School nurse, pressing down on me meant you had a master plan. I didn't expect you to be so easily defeated. You have lived twenty-eight years in vain; under true pressure, all you could do was beg for mercy and weep! A woman who only talks big, daring to strike an 'Adult Pose' in front of me—I have never seen such a shameless person."
It hardened.
Yayoi's fist hardened.
She wished she could drill her fist right into this brat's forehead.
But she held back anyway.
Yayoi could somewhat tell that this guy was changing the subject and trying to cheer her up to lessen her guilt... Ha, Yayoi.
Aiya Yayoi scolded herself, *You did something so shameful, and now you actually need this kind of boy to comfort you?*
She pursed her lips and adopted a very serious posture: "Kobayashi."
She rarely used Hayato's surname in this world instead of calling him 'brat,' and her tone lacked any sarcasm.
"...What happened yesterday," she continued, "was my fault... Don't worry, this matter will only ever be known by the two of us, and I will absolutely not affect your future life. If you want compensation, I will accept any price. If you find me disgusting and don't want to see me, then in the future, when I see you... no, when I hear your name, I will walk the other way. Even if we live right across from each other, I will never let you see me again."
Yayoi didn't dare look Hayato in the eye.
After speaking, she lowered her gaze and stared at her blanket.
Yayoi was currently sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees.
Realizing this posture, she inwardly cursed herself: *How old are you to still be posing like a maiden?*
Although there was no eye contact, Yayoi could still feel Hayato's indifferent gaze resting on her.
"...Any compensation is fine?" Hayato asked.
"Anything, as long as I can afford it," Yayoi gritted out. "If I can't afford it, I'll work hard—no, desperately—to pay you back."
"Then go quickly wash up, and come downstairs to eat. Stop lying motionless in bed," Hayato said. "Can you be a little more diligent? You're a teacher, after all."
"Huh?"
Yayoi looked up, somewhat bewildered.
Immediately, Hayato covered her eyes with his hand.
"Don't cry. Don't make it look like I bullied you," Hayato said.
"...No, wasn't I the one who bullied you?" Yayoi definitely felt her eyes growing moist: "You are still a young man with a bright future, and I am already an obasan."
Yayoi recalled the phrase she had thought countless times before.
If she were ten years younger, she would definitely chase after this brat, even if he was surrounded by many girls and she had no chance.
But she was already twenty-eight now.
If she did something like that again, she would only be holding him back.
I'm sorry.
By the time I met you, I was already an auntie.
"Stop talking as if you alone created the current situation."
Hayato said plainly: "I worked so hard to get hard. Even if I don't deserve credit, I deserve recognition for my effort, right? Didn't you feel anything at all?"
"Eh?" Yayoi tried hard to understand.
"There are good obasans and bad obasans," Hayato patted Yayoi's head. "You claim to be an obasan, yet you need a big brother to comfort you like a little sister character. If you keep this up, your attributes will be messed up. Hurry up and return to normal. I'm going downstairs now. Get yourself ready quickly and come eat."
With that, Hayato stood up.
He wrinkled his nose, as if sniffing something.
Then he looked at the confused Yayoi, narrowing his eyes.
Then he yanked the blanket off her body.
Naked and soaking wet.
"You again—!?" Hayato's eyes widened.
"Who, who told you to suddenly barge in and startle me!" Yayoi argued loudly: "My stomach was bloated already!!"
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