"You... you jerk! You're too much!", Seeing that she couldn't win the argument against Hikari, Aoi could only back down.
Her face flushed red, she shot Hikari a fierce glare, then turned around and quickly walked up the stairs.
Hikari casually picked up a pack of marinated seafood from beside the table. As he examined the vacuum-sealed packaging of the marinated dish, he looked up at the pure, quiet girl currently walking up the stairs, her skirt fluttering.
Hikari casually tore open the packaging, tasted it, and then couldn't help but nod slightly.
'Hmm, this vacuum-packed marinated seafood seems to be imported from East, and the quality is really good.'
'This marinated abalone smells very fragrant, sweet but not cloying, and the texture is soft and springy. Truly worthy of being a eastern product, it's a top-tier item among top-tier items.'
After finishing his taste, Hikari sniffed his fingers slightly; the lingering fresh aroma was still remarkably rich and mellow, making it hard not to be intoxicated by it.
"Hikari-kun, could you come help me for a moment?", Just as Hikari was savoring the fresh aroma of the vacuum-packed abalone, he suddenly heard Suiren call out from the kitchen.
"Okay," Hikari quickly walked into the kitchen.
He saw Suiren standing at the sink washing dishes, both hands clad in thick blue gloves, scrubbing diligently.
However, her standing posture at the moment was somewhat odd, feeling a bit wobbly.
"Suiren-nee, what do you need help with?"
Hearing Hikari's words and confirming he had entered, Suiren shrugged her shoulders and explained, "I didn't tie my apron properly earlier, and now the straps have come loose and are about to fall off. If they do, it'll get completely dirty, so I need to tie it properly."
"But I can't tie it properly with these gloves on. Could I trouble you to help me tie it, Hikari-kun?"
Hearing Suiren's words, Hikari looked up and saw that the apron straps, which should have been hanging around Suiren's fair, slender swan-like neck, had indeed slipped down to her shoulders.
The poorly fastened apron hung loosely, looking as if it would fall off any second.
Hikari promptly nodded in agreement, "Alright, I'll help you tie it properly, Suiren-nee."
"Thank you, Hikari-kun," Suiren said gratefully.
Hikari then stepped forward, reaching out towards the apron strap on her shoulder, about to grab it.
But a gentle breeze suddenly blew in through the half-open window in front of the sink, causing the lightweight apron strap to flutter and fall.
The pink apron strap immediately slipped from Suiren's fragrant shoulder down past her neck. Fortunately, a spacious landing spot allowed it to come to a stop, ultimately hanging on the ample fullness above her slender waist.
"Hikari-kun, quickly grab the strap for me, or the apron will fall!"
This sudden wind made the already somewhat loose apron sway precariously, looking ready to fall at any moment. The thought of having to wash the apron and such gave Suiren a headache.
Suiren hadn't yet noticed where the strap had fallen, only that the apron was about to slip. Subconsciously anxious, she clamped her thighs together, using her plump thigh flesh to secure the lower hem of the apron. But to prevent the top part from falling, she couldn't help but urge Hikari to hurry up and help.
"Alright, I'll grab it now," Hearing Suiren's anxious words, Hikari didn't hesitate further. He agreed and immediately reached out to grab the fallen strap.
Although the apron strap was thin, less than a finger's width, Hikari's nimble fingers, honed from daily exercise, accurately pinched it.
Because he controlled the force well, he didn't even pinch up the wrinkles of the T-shirt pressed against the strap.
However, since the strap hung completely over her chest, as he pinched it, Hikari's fingertips inevitably lightly brushed over Suiren's ample and full bosom.
A soft, creamy, suet-like comfortable sensation transmitted from his fingertips. Hikari felt a bit surprised but didn't linger over it.
But Suiren's delicate body trembled violently, and her upper body felt somewhat numb and tingly.
Perhaps because her body was a bit sensitive, Suiren's reaction was a bit too obvious.
Although he couldn't see the expression on her beautiful, captivating face at that moment, Hikari noticed that her crystal-clear, fair earlobes had already turned slightly red.
"I'll tie a knot for you, Suiren-nee," To ease her embarrassment, Hikari proactively spoke up.
"Okay...", Suiren's agreeing voice was as gentle and soft as ever, just a shade lower in pitch than usual.
After that single agreement, she didn't speak further. Hikari also didn't say anything more.
He just lightly and deftly used the apron strap to tie a neat knot behind her slender, swan-like neck.
Then, all the way down, he helped her tie a similar knot at her waist.
The thin strap, no more than a finger's width, tied around her equally slender waist, accentuating her willow-in-the-wind-like slender waist, making it appear exceptionally lithe. It evoked an impulse to reach out and wrap one's arms completely around it.
However, considering that Suiren was already engaged, this subconsciously surfacing thought was instantly tossed out of Hikari's head.
But the image of Suiren, standing gracefully waiting for her apron to be tied, still naturally fell into Hikari's sight.
Hikari, having just finished tying Suiren's apron, was still standing behind her.
Hikari saw that Suiren was wearing a thin white T-shirt. Although the English letter pattern on the front of the T-shirt was still distorted and fragmented by the overly grand fullness beneath it.
But probably because being at home made wearing a bra inconvenient, Suiren likely wasn't wearing one.
Even though proper as she was, she had considered Hikari's presence as a male, for convenience's sake she had only applied a nipple cover.
Standing behind her now, tying her apron straps, Hikari, being a head taller, could easily look down and see a glimpse of a deep, snow-white cleavage.
It must be said, it was indeed a beautiful scene hard to describe, even somewhat delaying Hikari's speed in tying the apron straps.
However, several dozen seconds later, he still quickly finished tying the straps.
"Suiren-nee, it's tied," Hikari spoke up to inform her.
Feeling the warm airflow from his speech brush past her neck and the back of her ears despite being a good ten centimeters away, the sensitive Suiren felt another electric-shock-like tingle pass over her delicate skin.
She hurriedly said, "Sorry for the trouble, Hikari-kun, thank you."
"No problem. Is there anything else you need help with, Suiren-nee?", Hikari asked.
"Hmm... not for now. If Hikari-kun still wants to help, then later, after I finish washing the dishes, help me taste the strawberry crepes I've been learning to make recently," Suiren said with a gentle smile.
"Alright, then I'll wait to enjoy them," Hikari smiled, and before leaving the kitchen, he casually patted Suiren's rounded, fragrant shoulder.
Suddenly being patted on the shoulder, Suiren's body trembled inexplicably again.
'It is just a very ordinary action, and I am not even wearing off-shoulder clothing... why am I so sensitive?'
Suiren suddenly realized that her feelings towards Hikari's physical contact were quite peculiar.
She didn't know if it was because of what Aoi had said earlier about Hikari having a 'crush' on her.
Or because of the indirect kiss with Hikari during the meal earlier.
Or perhaps because when he helped tie her apron, his hand accidentally touched her chest?
Maybe Hikari himself was just special?
Suiren couldn't figure it out and didn't dare think too much about it.
After all, she had a fiancé and had already clearly rejected Hikari's 'confession'. It was best to keep such indecent thoughts out of her head.
As she washed the dishes, Suiren tried her best to shift her attention to the strawberry crepes she would make later.
On the other hand, Hikari, who had just left the kitchen, had no idea about Suiren's thoughts.
———
Back in the living room, he simply sat on the sofa to rest, casually turning on the TV to watch.
But he hadn't been watching for long when a small head suddenly poked out from around the corner of the stairs upstairs.
Her beautiful short hair, just past her ears, swayed slightly. The girl's pure face wore a strange smile. It was Aoi.
"Hikari-kun, come upstairs. I want you to tutor me," Aoi called down to Hikari from the second floor.
"Hmm?"
Observing Aoi's expression, seeing the trace of shame and annoyance still in the depths of her beautiful eyes, and her occasional glances towards the blue-and-white panties trophy in his pocket,
Hikari easily deduced that while Aoi was saying she wanted to study with him, she probably actually wanted to continue their one-on-one duel to determine a winner and take back the trophy he had seized.
After all, earlier under the table during breakfast, it was Aoi who had proactively provoked him, yet she ended up utterly defeated, thoroughly and completely, nearly crying and... on his hand.
Given Aoi's personality, she definitely wouldn't admit defeat so easily and absolutely wanted to continue the solo match.
Hikari had no objections to this, intending to properly teach this mischievous gremlin a profound, wet-and-wild lesson until she submitted.
After putting down the remote, Hikari headed straight upstairs.
Hearing the noise from the stairway, Suiren, busy in the kitchen, also looked back.
Seeing the peeking Aoi and Hikari going upstairs, she shook her head helplessly.
Paying no mind to her sister's gaze, as Hikari neared the top of the stairs, Aoi grabbed him and pulled him into her room.
Wanting this old driver from Tokyo to teach her more about the physiological knowledge a girl lacked.
———
Just as Hikari's tutoring of Aoi was in full swing, Suiren finished washing the dishes.
After taking off her apron, she came to the living room and found the sofa empty.
Seeing that neither Hikari nor Aoi were downstairs, she also quietly walked up the stairs.
As soon as she reached the second floor, Suiren faintly heard some subtle movements from a room.
She gently pressed her hand against her high, full chest, calming her naturally quickened heartbeat a little, and pretended to casually walk forward down the hallway.
But in the end, she quietly came to a stop right outside Aoi's room door.
Sure enough, a series of movements, noticeably clearer than before, kept coming from inside the room.
The chattering sounds and movements between a man and a woman made Suiren's heartbeat accelerate uncontrollably.
A sliver of light shone through; Suiren suddenly noticed the door wasn't closed tightly.
She immediately peeked into the room through the crack.
Because it was only a narrow crack, Suiren couldn't see everything inside clearly.
She could only vaguely see Hikari sitting on the bed, with Aoi perched on top of him in a "seiza" or rather, a duck-sit posture.
Seeing the two not only in an intimate pose but also face-to-face, even though she could only glimpse a fragment and not the whole picture, it was enough to make Suiren blush fiercely.
Whether out of concern or because the scene before her was stimulating enough to be attractive, in any case, Suiren stayed crouched outside the door, secretly peeking through the crack for several minutes.
Just as Suiren had been watching for a while, Aoi, who had been sitting on Hikari, suddenly stood up and started walking towards the door.
Seeing this, Suiren quickly hid back in her own room next door before the other could come out.
After hearing Aoi's footsteps going downstairs, Suiren quickly emerged from her room.
Hesitating for a few seconds, Suiren pushed open the slightly ajar door and entered her sister Aoi's room.
Upon entering, Suiren saw Hikari sitting upright at the desk, continuously flipping through a certain book on Aoi's desk, looking as if he was seriously studying.
Seeing this scene, which contrasted sharply with what she had glimpsed earlier, Suiren couldn't help but feel somewhat amused.
She quickly walked over to Hikari and directly placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Suiren-nee?", Hikari turned his head, looking at her somewhat puzzled.
Suiren pretended to have just been passing by, asking with similar puzzlement, "Hikari-kun, still busy tutoring Aoi?"
"Hmm! I was just tutoring," Hikari nodded, then shook his head, "But right now, I'm looking at some of Aoi's private things. Look at this scrapbook she made, what kind of pictures are these she pasted inside?"
Hearing Hikari's words, Suiren instinctively looked down.
She immediately saw several exquisite anime-style artistic human figure pictures pasted in Aoi's diary scrapbook.
Next to these pictures depicting ambiguous male-female intimacy. The kind that would make one blush just looking at them, there were also some notes, strategy guides, experiential tips, and such.
It seemed Aoi was researching how to better get intimate with the opposite sex... no, with Hikari.
Although she had long guessed this and even witnessed some clues firsthand, seeing this still made Suiren's heart skip a beat.
Blushing slightly, she took this 'private' scrapbook, which Aoi had actually proactively shown to Hikari, from his hands.
After closing the scrapbook, Suiren, her voice carrying a slight tremor but feigning calmness, said, "These are Aoi's private matters. We should... probably not look any further."
"Alright. But truthful feelings probably wouldn't be written in a diary or scrapbook, right? Suiren-nee, do you keep a diary?", Hikari asked with a smile.
"I... I occasionally writes one," Suiren said.
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