Tokyo: Oreimo

At that time, she harbored a lot of hostility towards this suddenly appearing "brother" and never called him by name.

He always starts with "Hey!" or "You bastard!" Even when he's in a good mood, calling someone "brother" makes him feel incredibly awkward.

But the story that guy wrote was really interesting, so I agreed to the collaboration.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that I have always been taken care of by Ryosuke, and then I don't know when I fell in love with this guy.

"...Seriously, what am I doing?"

The words were squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a hint of annoyance that he couldn't quite explain.

I'm not angry with him, I'm angry with myself.

I can't bring myself to do it.

She used to be able to slap him so decisively, but this time, her hand felt like it was being held back by some invisible thread, and she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"It's clearly your fault...you're keeping me up at night..."

She muttered to herself, as if trying to find a reason, but ultimately she lowered her hand.

"Never mind, I'll ask him again tomorrow."

The blonde girl gave up on waking Ryosuke and prepared to get out of bed.

But just as she stood up, Ryosuke on the bed suddenly rolled over, his sideways leg pressing down on Ryouna's foot, causing her to lose her balance instantly.

Before the girl could even cry out, she fell backward onto the bed.

His back sank into the soft bedding with a dull thud.

Before she could even sit up, an arm came across from the side and pressed heavily on her waist.

Ling Nai froze.

Ryosuke's breath was close at hand, even and warm. His arms were wrapped around her waist, not too tightly, but the feeling of being restrained made Ling Nai's mind go blank for a moment.

"Hello...."

She tried to struggle.

They couldn't break free.

This guy is stronger when he's asleep than when he's awake.

Ling Nai turned her head to the side, and Ryosuke's head was less than a fist's distance from her chin.

"...This guy..."

She squeezed out a few words through her teeth in a very low voice, her cheeks flushed red as if they were about to bleed.

In this position, his face was almost touching his chest.

"Why are you sleeping so soundly...?"

Ling Nai moved her lips silently, trying to shift her waist back, attempting to break free from his hold.

But as if sensing something, Ryosuke tightened his arms and pressed her back down.

Ling Nai was terrified; she froze on the spot, too scared to move.

If the distance gets any closer, it will really be right up to Ryosuke's face.

Several seconds passed before she dared to breathe again and looked down.

At that moment, she felt as if Ryosuke was holding her in his arms like a body pillow.

"What? This guy is so restless when he sleeps?"

If you use force, you'll definitely wake the other person up.

If Ryosuke were to open his eyes in this situation, it would be a horror story for the girl.

The thought of being caught in the act of raiding her brother at night, in this position, sent chills down Ling Nai's spine.

The blonde girl pursed her lips and couldn't help but reach out and scratch Ryosuke's neck, hoping to make him let go of her.

But it didn't work.

"That annoying guy..."

Ling Nai muttered something, then remained frozen in that position.

Feeling Ryosuke's large hand covering her waist and occasionally stroking it, she involuntarily got goosebumps all over her body.

Her body still remembered the feeling of sitting on his lap after dinner.

Now, that feeling has been amplified tenfold, surging in from all directions like a tidal wave.

My heartbeat started to get very loud.

Ling Nai felt weak all over, and she couldn't use her usual superhuman strength under these circumstances.

"That bad guy..."

She tried to shrink her body down.

This was the most logical escape route: slip out from under his arm and disappear silently like an eel.

Ling Nai braced her hands on the mattress and carefully, inch by inch, moved down.

Ryosuke's arm, which was originally resting on her waist, slid across her back as she lowered her body, his fingertips brushing against the fabric of her pajamas.

itch.

Ling Nai bit her lower lip, swallowing back the muffled groan that almost escaped her lips.

She continued to shrink down, her shoulders now below his arms; a little further down, and she could completely escape his embrace.

"Just a little bit more... Huh?"

Ling Nai was holding her breath, about to escape Ryosuke's arm, with only the back of her head still brushing against his wrist.

But Ryosuke's arm suddenly tightened.

Before Ling Nai could react, she was pulled up again by that arm around her waist.

Her body slid against the sheets, and the next second, the back of her head landed on the pillow.

There was a face right in front of me, inches away.

It felt like my lips touched something soft.

The girl looked down and hurriedly moved away.

"You ran into them? You must have..."

Did I just accidentally kiss this guy?

But because the contact time was too short, she was not sure.

The girl's face was as red as blood.

I kept trying to convince myself.

"He's asleep, so it doesn't count!"

In the darkness, Ling Nai stared wide-eyed at the face so close to hers.

Ryosuke's breathing was so steady it was irritating.

No, no, no, no.

She frantically repeated those two words in her mind, but it was just an accidental bump, like hitting a table corner, except this time it hit a person's lips.

Meaningless.

Ryosuke's brow twitched slightly.

Ling Nai froze, forgetting even to breathe.

He tightened his arms a little, pressing the person in his arms closer to his chest.

Ling Nai's face was forced to be buried in the crook of his neck.

"This guy..."

The girl gritted her teeth, tilted her face back, and tried to create some distance.

Then she saw Ryosuke's lips move.

“Saori.…”

Ling Nai's body stiffened for a moment.

But before her brain could process the meaning of those two words, Ryosuke's face came close.

The warm breath brushed against her cheek, and Ling Nai's pupils suddenly contracted. She subconsciously tried to back away, but the back of her head was already pressed against the pillow, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Something warm touched my lips.

In an instant, Ling Nai felt something explode in her mind.

The blood burned from my neck all the way to my forehead, and even my earlobes felt like they had been roasted.

"—Huh?!"

She instinctively tried to push him away, but when she placed her hand on his chest, she couldn't exert any force at all.

She tried to speak, but her lips were tightly sealed, and only a muffled whimper, like a small animal whose tail had been stepped on, escaped her throat.

A tingling sensation spread throughout her body, and the girl's toes involuntarily curled up inside her pajama bottoms.

A strange shiver surged up from the depths of her body, making Ling Nai feel as if she were about to melt into a puddle of water.

Completely unable to break free, the only thing she could use to exert force was her teeth, which almost made her bite down.

Don't bite him, or he'll wake up.

This thought was like a bucket of cold water poured over her head, briefly bringing Ling Nai back to her senses from her dizziness.

What if this guy wakes up?

He opened his eyes and found himself holding her in his arms, still entwined in this position...

That would be worse than death.

Ling Nai could only let Ryosuke take what he wanted until her lips went numb before she slowly calmed down.