Chapter 162: Mutsumi Doesn’t Like Fighting Over Things, But Hates Even More Not Being Able to Win Them

The moonlight was like water, illuminating the dust.

A girl with light green long hair crouched in the corner by the crack of the door, blankly staring at everything happening inside the room, not speaking for a long time.

A suppressed low moan echoed in the dim bedroom, like weeping, like pleading, like resentment, like longing.

'It is Soyo's voice.'

'She... Is crying?'

'Onii-chan is holding her in his arms, as if comforting her.'

'The two of them are pressed tightly together, in an extremely intimate posture.'

More details couldn't be clearly seen due to the distance and lighting.

But the truth was already very clear.

Although there had long been such suspicions, and it was even planned to use this opportunity to make Mutsumi completely discard her illusions and recognize reality—

But, when actually witnessing this scene...

Mortis gently pressed her chest, her heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed by a pair of invisible big hands, making it hard to breathe.

From beginning to end, she had overlooked one thing.

To personally witness the cruel truth was just as much a heavy blow to herself.

So, should she rush in to stop them?

But even if she rushed in, what could she say?

Ask Soyo to get off of Onii-chan?

No, no matter how you say it, that kind of thing would be way too weird.

Since she couldn't rush in, then... she couldn't just stay outside the door listening, could she?

Mortis felt a kind of helpless panic, her brain buzzing, completely unsure of what to do next.

After spacing out for a while longer, her pretty face flushed red, and as her eyes started to swirl with circles, the girl suddenly clenched her silver teeth, sinking her consciousness into the depths of her mind.

[Mutsumi! Mutsumi! I-I-I-I... I suddenly remembered I still have something I forgot to do! I'll leave the body to you, good night!]

When faced with trouble, throw it to someone else.

'Please, other me!'

Wakaba Mutsumi: "..."

Even though she had regained control of her body, at this moment, she couldn't feel happy at all.

Mortis had already hidden deep within the space of consciousness, surrounded by fluffy plush toys, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, clearly having made up her mind to escape and not appear again, at least for the time being.

'So, this mess now fell into my hands.'

But this kind of thing had clearly already exceeded Mutsumi's capabilities.

The suppressed dull sounds in the room echoed again, vaguely mixed with Soyo's drunken dream-like muttering, signaling that the flames of war had entered a new stage.

Wakaba Mutsumi lightly bit her lip, and the sourness in her heart surged like a flood, endlessly flowing.

She was not an innocent girl completely ignorant of such matters.

Thanks to thorough s*x education, even if she had never eaten pork, she understood the process.

So, to witness with her own eyes her good friend and her most important Onii-chan intertwined together, doing the most intimate things.

That sense of powerlessness, sourness, and pain, such complex emotions tangled together was like a heavy hammer falling on the girl's heart.

So sad.

And... so unwilling.

The former Mutsumi always told herself that as long as she could stay by her brother's side and have a tiny, insignificant place, she would be completely satisfied.

But when the cruel truth was laid out before her eyes, she still couldn't help but feel a strong sense of loss, and a faint, almost imperceptible jealousy.

Mortis said that one day, she would regret stopping at the position of a younger sister.

And now...

Wakaba Mutsumi reached out and lightly pressed her chest.

Her heart was like a lake a thousand feet deep, calm for so many years, suddenly stirred with life.

'His name is the fish.'

'So, will the only koi in the lake really be willing to let someone else have him?'

———

A faint fish-belly white had appeared at the edge of the sky.

The extremely weak morning light carried a bit of warmth, knocking on the door named "dawn."

Kaito let out a light breath, Soyo beside him was already sound asleep, her pretty flushed face still dotted with sweat, and a few messy strands of hair stuck to her forehead, giving a slightly sticky, damp look.

On the girl's swan-like slender and fair neck remained many obvious marks, which also showed from another angle just how intense last night's battle had been.

Perhaps because they had come secretly without Mutsumi's knowledge, Soyo last night was slightly more restrained.

Kaito only had to exert a little force to feel her whole body tense up.

Even though she had almost reached her limit, she still restrained herself, trying not to make too much noise.

Even in moments like that, she was still afraid of being discovered. This kind of environment indeed gave her an intense sense of stimulation, and made Soyo act even more overwhelmed, her endurance time in the end even shorter than the first time.

It was already bright outside the window.

Kaito glanced at the time, the hands pointed to five twenty in the morning.

Soyo had sneaked over last night, so if she didn't want Mutsumi to find out, she definitely had to be sent back in time.

But the girl had been exhausted last night, so Kaito didn't plan to wake her up and instead let her sleep a bit longer.

Anyway...

What she was worried about had already become reality.

Although most of Kaito's attention had been on Soyo last night, Mutsumi's presence had been keenly sensed the moment she got close.

Fortunately, because it was dark and the lights in the room weren't on, Mutsumi had only seen vague outlines, so it probably wouldn't cause too much psychological trauma... right?

Still, this experience had served as a reminder for him.

Next time something like this happened, he definitely had to set up appropriate soundproof and privacy barriers in advance.

Thinking of how Mutsumi had stood outside the door for quite a while last night before silently leaving, he rubbed his temples a bit wearily.

After sensing the girl's presence, Kaito had originally wanted to stop everything.

But on second thought, stopping right when Mutsumi came might make her think he had already noticed her, which would be even more awkward, wouldn't it?

Besides, Soyo might notice something was off.

'Forget it.'

He sighed.

'Things have come to this, everything... should just go with the flow.'

———

The light golden sunlight, like gauze, wove beautiful colors in the air, softly falling on the brown-haired girl's peaceful sleeping face.

When Nagasaki Soyo opened her eyes, her lover was already nowhere to be found, only the soft blanket still held some residual warmth.

But she couldn't care about these details right now.

Taking out her phone and glancing at the time, it was exactly seven o'clock.

'Crap!'

She was too tired last night and fell asleep right after everything, completely forgetting to return to her room.

'At this hour, Mutsumi must already be awake!'

'Which means...'

The brown-haired girl's eyes went blank. Did her midnight sneaking out get exposed?

Soyo covered her face, feeling like life was hopeless.

But things had come to this point, regret was clearly useless.

After she got dressed and left the bedroom, entering the living room, she saw her lover and best friend already quietly eating breakfast at the table.

A scene of peaceful domestic bliss.

Upon hearing footsteps, the light green-haired girl raised her head. Those bright golden eyes were calm but seemed to hide storm clouds and thunder.

"Soyo, good morning," she said softly.

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