Hot—that's the feeling I got when the back of my head slammed into the hard floor.
"Ugh, Shiori, it hurts..."
"Aaaaahhhh...!"
Ignoring what I was saying, Shiori slammed my head against the tile floor again and again. Pain. Struggling. Then I felt a slimy liquid flowing from the back of my head. What on earth that was... I didn't even want to imagine it.
"Oh, it's delicious, right?"
Shiori said as he grabbed my head tightly and looked down at me.
"It's delicious, right? It's tasty, right? It melts in your mouth, right? I made it with all my heart for you, big brother. There's no way it could taste bad, right?"
"Hi, hiiii"
I was so scared I couldn't even speak.
"Oh, I see. So that's what it was. I get it, big brother."
Whether he knew my state of mind or not, Shiori was convinced on his own.
"Sigh... I can't believe I didn't notice such a simple thing... I guess I'm no good enough as a little sister. I guess I didn't love you enough, did I? You wanted me to feed you directly, mouth to mouth, rather than just feeding you, didn't you? I'm sorry I wasn't considerate enough."
"Huh? N-no--Hmm!?"
As if to interrupt my refusal, Shiori grabbed the beef with his bare hands, casually put it in his mouth and began chewing. He then forced my mouth open and shoved the crumbed meat directly into my mouth.
"Hmmmm!"
"Mmmmm."
This kiss was clearly on a different level from the previous one.
Even though we're family, it's unbearable to have food passed between our mouths.
"Mmmm, smmm, smmm... squelch, lick, mmmm... slurp... squish, smack... aaahhh... mmm, fufufufujuu"
With a seductive movement of her tongue, Shiori made me swallow the stir-fried beef with green peppers.
Perhaps because it was mixed with Target's saliva, the taste was diluted and it wasn't as unpleasant as before, but the smell of blood that pierced my brain still hadn't completely disappeared.
"Hmm... Hafuu... Mmmm hehe... Haah haah... Is that okay? If you reject my love again, I won't show you any mercy, even if you're my brother. Just be prepared for that, okay?"
Hiroshi spoke as he parted his lips. His words were gentle, but there was a mysterious light in his eyes.
"Ah, yeah..."
I no longer had any right of refusal.
Seeing this, Shiori smiles with joy.
"It's fine as long as you understand, brother. I'm really sorry for being so rough with you."
Shiori pats my head as if he has forgotten that he was the one who did it.
"Well... I think I went a little overboard. I'll go get the first aid kit, so please hold on for a moment. I do have one warning, though."
Standing up and with his hand on the doorknob, Shiori turned around and said this.
"A warning? Wh-what?"
"Don't even think about running away from here, okay? If you do that... hehe. Something might happen to me. So, promise me, okay?"
"ah..."
Something's going to happen -- it's already gone wrong, what could possibly go wrong? I nodded, feeling a shiver run down my spine.
"Ufufu, I'm very glad that you have a good big brother. Well then, be a good boy and wait, okay big brother--"
With that said, Shiori slammed the door shut.
Then, silence took over the room, as if to deny the previous commotion.
"Phew--"
I sighed and lay down on the floor, looking up at the ceiling.
The days when the three of them lived comfortably together are no longer there.
The relationship between brother and sister has become so corrupt that it's horrifying to even think about.
"I wonder if we can ever go back to the way we were back then..."
Yes, that was when I muttered.
I heard a rattle from above, and when I looked up, the window was open and someone was twisting their upper body and entering the room.
"Kyaaaan!"
No, it's not correct to say he came in. To be more precise, he fell to the floor. Could it be that the lighting--? I looked over to see what he was looking at, and our eyes met as he also tried to get up.
It wasn't the lighting.
"Honoka!"
"Soo-kun!"
Honoka and I shouted at the same time, looking at each other.