Chapter 203: Master
Chapter 203: Master
“Don’t lick randomly!”
The palm that Nanami had shoved in to block the way halfway was actually…
violated by Akiko’s soft, slippery, wet little tongue!
So why did you stick out your tongue so fast, huh!
Way too sexy!
…
Huh?
The feeling of being licked by the tongue this time still didn’t feel quite right.
Just as Akiko was thinking that, beside her ear, suddenly, Nanami’s angry shout erupted.
“Don’t lick randomly!”
Then, she opened her eyes—
“Eek!”
When did this woman appear here?!
Wait!
Did she really just kiss her hand?
Yuck! Even worse than kissing Onii-chan’s pillow he just slept on!
Feeling sick in her heart, Akiko immediately tried to pull back.
But before pulling back, she had one more thing to do.
That was—
“Chomp!”
Turning a kiss into a bite!
She bit hard on Nanami’s hand that had ruined her fun.
It’s all your fault!
Made the “achievement” I almost got slip away!
“Ouch! You, what are you doing? Are you a dog?!”
“You’re the dog! Your whole family are dogs!”
What did courtesy from the Arisugawa Family matter?
Akiko didn’t care anymore!
Her world with Onii-chan had been destroyed, and nothing could be worse than this!
“You’re the one whose whole family are dogs!”
Her palm was marked with a row of neat teeth imprints, stung terribly, Nanami glared back fiercely.
Nanami seemed to have very low tolerance toward Akiko, even though it was only their first day meeting.
Who knows why, but facing this Brother Complex freak, Nanami just couldn’t hold back her anger.
Oh, and by the way—
She acted the same way toward Himekoji.
…
“W-wait…”
Himekoji, barely saved from Akiko’s clutches by Nanami, spoke timidly off to the side, still shaken.
“Onii-chan, shut up!”
“Shut up, Pervert!”
But before he could finish, both girls cut him off sharply in unison.
“Can’t you see we’re busy here?”
“Exactly! Onii-chan, you’ve got no sense at all!”
Huh?
Himekoji was stunned for a moment.
Wait, wasn’t it the opposite?
Weren’t you two just arguing like fire and water, like two tigers refusing to share a bed?
Then how come, as soon as I speak, you unite against me?
Totally unfair!
“Look, I don’t care if you’re busy with each other, but could you not drag me into your insults?”
Himekoji felt exhausted.
“Whole family are dogs” or whatnot…
At least be mindful here!
He and Akiko were family, okay!
However, both girls completely ignored Himekoji’s minor protest and kept fighting, trading words like swords and spit.
…
Himekoji sighed.
As he thought, the quiet Mashiro was the cutest one left.
Sensing Himekoji’s gaze, quiet Mashiro walked over to him.
She stopped in front of him, blinked, and stared hard at him.
Looked left, up, down, right…
What was she staring at? Had she never seen a tortoise-shell binding before?
Himekoji felt awkward being stared at, muttering in his mind.
Yet, after a moment, Mashiro nodded seriously, as if she’d made a big decision.
Then, the little girl pushed Himekoji “roughly” to the ground!
…
“Uh? Wait, Mashiro, what are you doing?”
Crap, bad vibes instantly surged!
He’d just praised her for being quiet!
No, almost forgot— Mashiro was a total weirdo herself!
“Sonoko said she wants me to start with intense topics, S♂M is.”
“S♂M is? Is what?”
“An intense topic.”
Mashiro very calmly sat down on Himekoji, straddling him.
Himekoji wanted to die!
What the heck? Was he getting ridden by Mashiro?
And right in front of Imouto and Nanami!
Thankfully, those two were fighting so fiercely that they had no time to pay attention over here for now.
…
“SM.”
“Want SM.”
That was Mashiro—a plain, ordinary tone, bold and direct moves.
The girl reached out, aiming straight to undo Himekoji’s belt.
But he was tied up tight, so despite her being weak and powerless, he couldn’t even fight back now. That made him madder than ever!
So, had he really escaped one trap just to fall into another?
Gotten away from Imouto’s clutches, only to land in Mashiro’s claws?
Whose claws weren’t claws, anyway?
No matter whose hands he was in, he was just helpless prey.
Himekoji faced the truth!
Today was the worst and most humiliating day ever since he became a Pervert!
“SM my foot!”
Himekoji whispered angrily.
Out of his pride as a big Pervert, he didn’t want Imouto and Nanami to see how poor he was getting bullied by Mashiro.
So, he worked hard to keep his voice low.
“Shut up. Call me Master.”
But Mashiro was already amusing herself all alone…
She seemed to have studied this kind of stuff, what with her lines and moves seeming true to form.
Her tone and expression were way too blank, though!
What weird S&M was this?
No matter how you looked at it, a girl like her should be playing the weak, submissive type!
M was the role she should have.
So, she messed up who was in charge!
“Mashiro, enough already, get off me!”
Himekoji said urgently.
Imouto and Nanami had been staring each other down for nearly ten minutes. Even if those two could go on forever, they would eventually get tired of glaring, right?
Then, this “naughty business” they were sneaking around with on the side would definitely be found out!
…
“How rude, talking to Master like that.”
Damn, this girl was really deep into her role!
Too bad her acting wasn’t convincing.
“Talk cooler when you deliver those lines, okay? Big sis!”
Himekoji was completely annoyed.
He couldn’t handle Mashiro at all.
“Call me Master.”
Mashiro had no self-awareness, still saying emptily that she was the Master.
Being stubborn was probably one of Mashiro’s few good points whenever she acted like an idiot.
“Enough! Quit it already! I never said I’d play this with you!”
“Call me Master.”
Mashiro tugged Himekoji’s belt off, waving it around like a tough guy.
“If you’re bad, I’ll beat you.”
Her face showed some feeling at last, but it was just a tiny wrinkle of her little nose so faint that you couldn’t see it without looking close.
If you did look close, well, congratulations—you’d find this girl on Himekoji was surprisingly cute…
Yeah, because she was so dumb!
The dumber, the cuter!
…
“Call me Master.”
Himekoji turned his head away, kept quiet, and ignored the idiot Mashiro.
“Going to call?”
“Going to call?”
“Going to call?”
After Mashiro repeated it over and over, Himekoji snapped irritably,
“You idiot! Who would even call someone ‘Master’ anyway?”
“Someone would.”
“Someone what?”
“Someone would call me.”
“Who?”
“Me.”
With Himekoji asking and Mashiro answering in this super-idiotic back-and-forth, Mashiro suddenly lowered herself at the end, lying fully on Himekoji’s chest.
He felt the soft, young touch against his chest, and her long hair hung down, a few strands slipping into his collar, tickling him.
“Master.”
Huh? Master?
Whoa, she really said it!
Himekoji was stunned stupid by Mashiro’s silly little act.
“Master.”
Then, before Himekoji could recover, Mashiro said it again.
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