He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

She didn't want to lose to her sister; she wanted Shirakawa to fully experience her own charm.

The words of Scythia gradually echoed in his mind.

Shirakawa and her sister are not a good match; a tragic outcome is inevitable.

Although her older sister is very good to her and she likes her sister very much, Sakura cannot agree to them being together.

Family ties are family ties, and friendships are friendships; they should not be confused at times like this.

Besides, the pent-up desire I've been holding in for the past few days was just ignited, and I need to let it out.

Shirakawa was at a loss as to where to begin.

He only learned a few moves by watching movies on his browser and had absolutely no experience in using those techniques in real combat.

Looking at Sakura, who was lying there sulking.

It seems that no matter how much we try to persuade her, she won't leave.

We can't really let her stay here all morning.

Shirakawa carefully recalled all the skills he had seen and heard since childhood, and integrated them to use on Sakura.

While enjoying Shirakawa's caresses, Sakura fantasized about her married life with Shirakawa-nii.

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Early morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Midori woke up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and yawned.

"Shirakawa-nii! Wake up!" The bride, Mitsu Sakura, nudged Shirakawa's back with her large breasts.

Sakura wasn't fat after she grew up and developed, but her development was already comparable to her mother's.

"Waaah, I'll sleep a little longer." Shirakawa curled up, wanting to catch up on some more sleep.

Midori sat up, leaned down, and secretly kissed Shirakawa's lips.

"Hey, what are you doing, Sakura-sama?" Shirakawa blushed and suddenly sat up in bed.

"I'm waking you up, Shirakawa-nii. If you don't wake up, I'm going to kiss you here," Midori said, pointing at his holy sword.

"I'll get up, I'll get up." Shirakawa jumped out of bed, got dressed, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Sakura also got dressed and came over.

On the small counter in the bathroom were two small mouthwash cups, one with a kitten design, which belonged to Sakura, and the other, a pure blue one, which belonged to Shirakawa-san.

The two brushed their teeth and washed their faces together, and Sakura would occasionally tease Shirakawa with her elbow.

Shirakawa smiled gently and patted Sakura's hair.

In reality, Shirakawa-san was also brushing his own "hair," which was rather messy and sparse, and Sakura felt very comfortable being touched by him.

It felt so good, like I was about to reach the top of the clouds.

"Um, Shirakawa-nii!" She gently grasped Shirakawa's arm and pushed him outwards slightly.

"What's wrong, Sakura-sama? Should we stop?" Shirakawa asked.

"No, it's not very clean there, you'd better not touch it."

In fact, Sakura was more sensitive; she didn't want the conversation to end so soon after touching his hair, and wanted a deeper connection.

"Okay." Shirakawa got down to business.

Sakura continued to immerse herself in her fantasy.

Like her mother, Sakura, newly married, prepared a large, lavish meal. (Actually, Sakura can't cook anything right now.)

"Wow, it looks so delicious!" Shirakawa-san's mouth was practically watering.

No, Shirakawa-san should have been more composed.

Shirakawa hugged him tightly, pressing his body against his. "Sakura-sama is so amazing. I want to be with Sakura-sama forever."

That's not bad either.

Shirakawa placed his hands where they should be, one above the other, one stroking and one drilling.

She was fighting with both hands, but Sakura seemed distracted.

Was it because I didn't use enough force?

Shirakawa was inexperienced and afraid of hurting Sakura, so his technique was too gentle.

Looks like we need to increase the pressure.

Eh!

The sudden, powerful attack snapped Sakura back to reality from her delusions.

"Uh-huh!"

Sakura trembled, and the bed sheets were stained dark.

Unexpectedly, Sakura surrendered immediately after I used just a little force.

That should be fine.

Unexpectedly, Sakura placed her hand on Shirakawa's hand, her lips slightly red and her little tiger teeth slightly showing.

"I have to get up early for work tomorrow... I should go back to sleep."

"No!" Midori shook her head. This time, she was caught off guard and attacked suddenly. It was over before she even realized it.

"One more time, Shirakawa-nii. Otherwise, I'll tell Mom and that Nikaido guy, and I'll make you..." Sakura said, her tone pleading yet threatening.

"Okay, okay, this is the last time."

Shirakawa was also helpless; maintaining this posture was making him physically and mentally exhausted.

There's no other way but to massage again with the same force as before.

Sakura lay in bed, receiving a massage from Shirakawa, and once again began to fantasize about her life after marriage with him.

After breakfast, Shirakawa changed into a handsome and neat suit and tie, looking every bit the part of a young, overworked office worker.

Sakura leaned closer, tightened her tie with her small hands, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Shirakawa on the cheek.

"Then I'm off." Shirakawa picked up his briefcase and left.

"Be careful on the road, Shirakawa-nii, and get home early." Sakura smiled and waved.

By the way, if I marry Shirakawa-nii, should I change my surname to Shirakawa Sakura?

Hmm... something about that sounds a bit off.

Indeed, it's better for Shirakawa-san to be a little unique.

Sakura continued her fantasies, imagining that during the day she would be doing laundry, tidying up the room, and other chores typical of housewives.

Sakura doesn't really like doing these things. Her mother has always done these tasks for her, and her older sister can do a little too, but Sakura is completely clueless about them...

Therefore, we can ignore that and move directly to the evening's topic.

Shirakawa, carrying his briefcase, returned home exhausted after a long day at work.

Sakura, wearing only an apron, bowed slightly in front of Shirakawa, her little finger lightly touching her red lips.

"Welcome home, Shirakawa-nii. Shall we eat first, take a shower first, or eat me first?"

Sakura leaned forward slightly, revealing her voluptuous figure that she was so proud of.

"Of course I want them all!" Shirakawa unbuttoned his shirt, ready to do something fun and enjoyable with himself.

and many more!

Sakura suddenly had a flash of inspiration: what would her older sister think if she saw this?

In her fantasy, Maki visits the Shirakawa family dressed in a business uniform.

Looking at Sakura, who was already married, he felt an indescribable sadness and sorrow.

"Sakura, how are you and Shirakawa doing?"

"I'm doing well, sister, thank you for your concern."

"Is that so?" Maki lowered her head slightly.

Sakura tried her best to imagine the lost and helpless look in her sister's eyes, and for some reason, the more she thought about it, the happier and more excited she became.

Sakura, who had never won before, won against her older sister in this major life event, and was even able to record a video of herself and Shirakawa to "give" to her sister.

The older sister could only weep and regret, watching the video while operating the controls in the corner of her room, while she could be intimate with Shirakawa-ge anytime, anywhere.

Even though these thoughts only occurred in Sakura's mind, it was as if a strange feeling had awakened within her, and she became completely high.

Shirakawa was also puzzled as to why Sakura had suddenly shrunk so much, making it extremely difficult for her to enter and exit.

Immediately afterwards, Sakura trembled uncontrollably once more, this time more intensely and for a longer duration than before.

She couldn't help but let out a few coquettish sighs, which stirred Shirakawa's heart as well.

A few minutes later.