Chapter 182: Sister, are you here to kill me?

[Late at Night]

After finishing her bath, Uzuki Yugao wrapped herself in a towel and pushed open the sliding door of the bathroom.

Even on a summer night, there was a slight chill. The cooler outdoor air collided with the hot steam from the bathroom, creating a white mist like a fairyland.

Walking out from within the white mist, Yugao gave off a slightly bewitching feeling in the middle of the night.

She turned off the bathroom light, held the towel with her hand, and slowly walked toward the guest room.

When she passed by Aoba's bedroom door, she paused for a moment, then walked straight past, leaving behind only a trail of silvery water droplets.

Returning to the guest room, she stared blankly at the layout around her.

It wasn't her first time sleeping over at Aoba's place. In the past, she would always sleep together with him.

'Since when did we start sleeping separately?'

'Probably after that time in the bath.'

That day, as usual, she prepared for him. In the end, she was angrily and shyly driven out of the room by him.

Since then, they started sleeping separately.

Thinking back to his reaction back then, she still wanted to laugh a little.

'That seemed to be his first time.'

'That made me happy for quite a while.'

'All of my little brother's firsts should rightfully belong to his big sister!'

'Aoba's first word, first time standing, first time walking, first time eating rice, first day of school, even his first time… all has my presence.'

But the blinding scene she saw today at the Hyuga clan kept playing repeatedly in her mind.

'Unknowingly, I have already lost something important.'

'This time it was the top; what will it be next time?'

She didn't even dare to think.

She felt like she had to do something.

Otherwise, sooner or later, something she couldn't bear to imagine would happen.

Yugao loosened her hand and let the towel slide off, dropping onto the floor at her feet.

Looking at herself in the mirror, 'Although I seem a bit plain compared to Lady Tsunade, compared to Hinata and the others, I should still be fairly competitive.'

Yugao turned and opened the wardrobe in the guest room, pulling out a daring purple spaghetti-strap nightdress.

The slightly loose-fitting sleepwear only hung down to the top of her thighs. While it covered all the important areas,

Most of the time it still felt drafty and gave little sense of security.

She then picked up a lip balm from the vanity and carefully applied it to her delicate, cherry-blossom lips.

Finally, she gave herself an encouraging smile in the mirror.

Then, with graceful steps and toes lightly tapping the floor, she spun in a circle.

After confirming that every aspect of herself was adjusted into perfect condition—

Only then did she push open the door and head toward Aoba's room.

"Aoba… don't blame your nee-san…"

———

Aoba had a very strange, very strange dream.

In the dream, he was at home, sticking close with Hinata, living intimately together.

Then the kettle on the stove suddenly started boiling, letting out a constant buzzing sound.

That kind of noise made him feel extremely uncomfortable, a slight irritation building inside him.

He wanted to turn off the stove, but Hinata suddenly reached out and handed him a scroll.

He didn't understand why she suddenly gave him a scroll, but he instinctively took it and opened it to take a look.

Only the first line of the scroll said [I'm sorry].

The rest was completely blank.

He kept flipping, flipping, flipping, flipping!

Finally, after great difficulty, he reached the very end.

[Goodbye forever!]

Aoba was shocked, feeling that something wasn't right.

It felt wrong in at least nine out of ten ways.

He suddenly turned around, and saw Yugao rushing toward him with a fruit knife in both hands.

The very knife she used to peel his apple at night.

He tried to dodge, but the fruit knife seemed like some kind of causality-based weapon, locking onto him.

No matter how he dodged, it always perfectly appeared in front of him.

Finally, when the fruit knife stabbed into his stomach, he woke up.

Just as he regained consciousness, he felt some heaviness on his chest, something pressing down on his body.

When he opened his eyes, though the room was dim, under the moonlight he could clearly see Yugao's somewhat dazed but cute and cool expression.

The fresh scent from her post-bath body came rushing into his nose.

Her damp hair naturally drooped down, with quite a bit of it spread across his face.

"Yugao-nee, you're not here to kill me, are you?", Thinking of the dream just now, Aoba couldn't help but tease.

Yugao, who had been slightly hesitant due to Aoba's sudden awakening, froze.

But her mood gradually stabilized.

"Then if I really came to kill you, what would you do?", Yugao slightly straightened her body, sitting on top of Aoba as she softly asked.

Her waterfall-like purple hair cascaded down to his chest.

Aoba seriously thought for a moment, "If that's the case, Yugao-nee should use poison. If you use a knife, blood would splatter everywhere, and it'd take time to clean up."

"But dealing with a corpse is quite troublesome. It's a pity Yugao-nee doesn't know Fire Style, otherwise you wouldn't have to worry about corpse disposal."

Yugao extended one finger, drawing circles on his chest, her gem-like eyes gazing at him, "Aoba won't resist?"

"Nope," A sincere smile appeared on Aoba's face.

"If it's Yugao-nee who wants to kill me, I won't resist. If I didn't have Yugao-nee, I would've died that night already."

"When I saw Nee-chan running toward me that night, you had already entered my heart."

Yugao's heart suddenly trembled.

A certain emotion seemed to surge forth uncontrollably.

She suddenly sat up straight, using both hands to push her still slightly damp, messy long hair behind her head, revealing her cold yet stunning profile.

In the moonlight, the corners of her lips curled slightly, as if glowing with a soft white light.

"Big sister is really going to kill you now, you know."

"Come on," Aoba closed his eyes and spread his arms, as if offering himself willingly.

Accompanied by a burst of fragrance, soft lips pressed against his. The lip balm made them moist and sweet.

But just that wasn't enough.

Yugao clumsily broke through Aoba's defenses, directly invading his home field and tangling with him.

———

After a while.

The two looked at each other, slightly panting, the corners of both mouths still bearing traces—

Aoba opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Yugao had already leaned down again, moving close to his ear and whispering softly:

"Aoba, do I taste better… or does Hinata taste better?" [T/N: ☠️]

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