362: Don’t Bully My Sister

Sunday.

At the Suzumiya residence.

"You're heading out this early again?"

Curled up in bed, Utaha poked her head out, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she asked.

Hearing that, Chisato paused in the middle of getting dressed. 

He picked up his phone, checked the time, and, seeing that he still had plenty to spare, gave Utaha a helpless look before starting to take off the clothes he had just put on.

That action immediately woke Utaha up in shock.

Was he kidding? Eriri hadn't stayed over last night, so she had been the only one subjected to his torment until two or three in the morning. 

Her entire body still ached with a soreness she couldn't quite put into words. There was no way she would want to go for another round first thing in the morning.

Besides, after experiencing it so many times, she was well aware of Chisato's habits. Once he got in the mood, it was never something that could end quickly.

She had an afternoon appointment with her editor to go over the general direction of her novel's plot. 

If she went out in this state, thoroughly wrecked and humiliated, she would definitely get found out!

"Stay away!"

"Are you feeling shy?"

"Who's feeling shy?! Just go! Right now!"

Seeing Utaha suddenly sit up, hugging her pillow tightly for a sense of security, Chisato let out a pleased chuckle.

Well, this reaction was basically proof that his efforts last night had been effective.

His girlfriend's desperate resistance only meant that she was completely satisfied and had no need for more.

"It's not that early. It's already past eight. 

After washing up, I need to pick up the cake I ordered in advance. Hitori's house is a bit far from the city, so by the time I get there, it'll already be past ten."

Chisato put his clothes back on while answering her previous question.

Utaha slowly lowered the pillow from in front of her, her expression unreadable as she murmured an "Oh." She reached under the blanket to rub her inner thighs and backside.

"Bring me a clean set of underwear and socks."

"Got it."

"No need to go to my room. I washed them and put them straight into your closet."

"..."

Chisato gave her a meaningful look.

Utaha blushed.

"Since I'm basically staying here almost every night now, it saves time running between two rooms."

"I see."

"The way you're looking at me is really pissing me off! Just hurry up and get my clothes. I'll make you breakfast. Eat before you leave."

"Yes, yes."

After washing up, Chisato headed to the kitchen, where he admired Utaha's figure as she busied herself.

How should he put it? Utaha gave off a sexy and intellectual aura, exuding a distinct literary charm.

She always seemed like someone who didn't belong in the smoky, homey atmosphere of a kitchen.

Yet, when she tied on an apron and started cooking, her usual seductive air faded, replaced by the composed elegance of a housewife.

From behind, her hips looked particularly perky. 

Based on some rather unscientific internet knowledge, that was supposedly a sign of an easy childbirth physique.

How many kids would Utaha want in the future…?

But then again, she was terrified of pain. Even just a few spanks made her tear up instantly, so… maybe just one.

"...I feel a rather invasive gaze on me."

Utaha suddenly turned around.

"It must be your imagination."

Chisato shook his head.

"The glass panel on the range hood reflects. I've been watching you stare at me with a pervy look for a while now."

And specifically, a gaze that was directed downward.

"No, I was just thinking that you actually look pretty good in an apron."

"Well, when the foundation is good, it's only natural. Have I charmed you?"

Utaha turned back to flip the bacon in the pan.

"Well, if you weren't wearing anything underneath the apron…"

"...Go ask Eriri for that kind of embarrassing request."

"My idea was for one of you to do just that, while the other dressed up in a maid outfit."

"I don't have time for this nonsense. By the way, since you're visiting Hitori's house today, you'll probably meet her parents, right?"

That was something Chisato hadn't considered.

"Huh… Yeah, I guess so."

"In that case, Eriri and I are the only ones left."

"What do you mean?"

"In terms of meeting parents. You've met Kazusa's mom, and soon, you'll meet Hitori's family. That just leaves Eriri's and mine."

Chisato belatedly realized,

"Oh… yeah, you're right."

"Let's find a time for you to meet them."

Utaha picked up a piece of bacon, blew on it to cool it, then held it up to Chisato's mouth while watching his reaction.

Chisato took a bite, chewed, and nodded without hesitation.

"Sure, I mean, we'll have to do it eventually."

"Hmph~"

Utaha sighed softly, giving a cryptic response.

Not exactly the reaction she was hoping for, but not bad either.

"What's with that 'hmph'?"

"Don't worry about it. Just finish eating and get going. Focus on dealing with Hitori's parents first. Consider it practice."

…

Practice, huh…

Utaha made it sound casual, but thinking about it now, it really was a bit nerve-wracking.

After finishing breakfast, Chisato left home, picked up the pre-ordered cake from the bakery, grabbed some extra fruit, and then took the train to Hitori's house.

Her home was a typical detached residence common in Japan, about 100 square meters, three stories, with a small garden and a parking space.

There was no gate at the entrance, so he could walk right in.

The pathway leading from the garden to the front door was paved with mismatched blue stones, arranged in the shape of a cat's paw print. It was a cozy, heartwarming touch.

The flower pots in the yard were thriving beautifully. Clearly, this was a loving family that enjoyed life.

Chisato pressed the doorbell.

"Coming."

The house wasn't very soundproof, and he could hear a man's voice respond from inside.

"Thud!"

A heavy, muffled sound followed, as if something soft had slammed hard onto the floor.

"Hitori, what are you doing? Why are you rushing downstairs so fast? Are you hurt?"

"Ah, I'm fine, Dad. It's just that my friend is here! I'm going to open the door."

Hearing these words faintly, Chisato listened as footsteps approached, followed by the sound of the front door opening.

"Chi... Chisato, hurry inside."

Looking at the disheveled-haired Hitori in front of him, Chisato more or less understood what had just happened. With some concern, he asked,

"Are you okay? Your forehead is red."

"Ah, I'm totally fine! I just got bitten by a mosquito, that's all."

That kind of lie didn't really need to be corrected, did it?

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