Chapter 145: I Want It All!
"You really have the guts to come here."
Aokiji pushed open the door, and a wave of hormonal scent hit him in the face.
With just a light sniff, Fubuki entered the state, her mind automatically beginning to fill in the scenes.
She brushed her shoulder-length short hair; under the glow of the night light, her blushing face appeared somewhat hazy.
"Even if I didn't want to come, I couldn't sleep. My sister was so loud..."
Actually, the soundproofing in this villa was quite good.
It was simply too intense; Tatsumaki had completely forgotten about her younger sister.
"Let me see how my sister is doing." Fubuki slipped into the bedroom.
Curious, she leaned over the edge of the bed to observe the soundly sleeping Tatsumaki.
She propped her hands on the bedside, her heart filled with tension and excitement.
"You guys... this is too exaggerated."
Fubuki stopped leaning on the bedside.
She calmly raised her hand to her nose and took a sniff.
The practiced movement, combined with her elegant face, created an indescribable contrast.
After confirming her sister was truly fast asleep,
Fubuki gently stood up.
In name, they were only staying for a short night, and there were no pajamas prepared for them in the villa.
Fubuki wore whatever was most convenient.
A perfect curve approached Aokiji in the haze.
"I want to do it right here."
"Are you serious? Your sister is just asleep, not unconscious." Aokiji took over her burden.
"That's exactly how it has to be."
Fubuki stood on her tiptoes but was still a bit short; she raised both arms to wrap around Aokiji's neck, tilting her lips upward.
Well-proportioned, slender limbs rose to entwine him.
Fubuki was like a witch from a fairy tale, sitting on her iconic flying prop... what a monstrous physique.
Even though she had experienced it many times herself, Fubuki couldn't help but feel startled and amazed.
The sound of a heart thumping was clearly audible.
The place where a new heart was being nurtured seemed to sink slightly.
Fubuki hadn't eaten much for dinner, and now she was indeed a bit hungry.
*Slurp, slurp*... *Huff*... I want to sleep next to my sister."
"You're really not afraid of being discovered."
"What does it matter?" Fubuki lightly kissed his brow and eyes.
"You and my sister haven't officially established a relationship; it's just hero colleagues helping each other out."
"Or rather, do you want to hear me call you this?"
Fubuki leaned close to his ear and whispered like a breath of air:
"Brother-in-law~~?"
"Don't go talking in your sleep and wake your sister from her rest."
Tatsumaki, who had fallen asleep from exhaustion, still had her brow slightly furrowed.
She seemed to be having a bad dream.
But soon, a nostalgic feeling forgotten deep in her memory—of being placed in a cradle as a child and rocked to sleep—appeared.
In her dream, the blurred figures of her parents seemed to be gently rocking the stroller.
It made her sleep more peaceful.
Tatsumaki's brow smoothed out.
A faint lullaby seemed to be suppressing something.
She could never quite hear it clearly.
However, as the song reached the climax of the chorus, the high notes were ultimately sung out without restraint.
"Ooh-ho, eee-eee-eee——"
Her eyebrows furrowed in conflict again.
After a few seconds, Tatsumaki slowly rolled over, her voice sounding muddled with drowsiness.
"Aoki... ji..."
"What is it?"
"Nothing..." Hearing his voice, Tatsumaki's furrowed brow relaxed.
She fumbled and touched him vaguely, then pulled Aokiji's arm into her embrace, resting her head on it as she continued to sleep.
Fubuki tightly covered her own mouth.
She was visibly trembling with tension.
She didn't lower her hand until she heard her sister's even breathing again.
She had been so nervous just now that she was almost twitching.
A wave of bitterness welled up in her heart.
She claimed to be stealing her sister's things, but in reality, she knew she wasn't that brave.
She was just a cowardly thief.
Saying it didn't matter if she was discovered was also just self-deception.
She was very afraid.
She had dreamed several times that after being exposed, she lost her sister, and... lost Aokiji.
Her movements were slight and cautious, carrying a few hints of anxious longing.
Lying against him, she seemed to want to occupy a larger share than Tatsumaki.
"...Continue."
There was a bit of forcefulness in Fubuki's tone.
Yet it was like a fragile shell put on as a disguise; inside was a panicked plea for comfort.
Fearing, yet indulging.
Contradictory emotions that she didn't know what to ask for.
She only wanted to throw them all to the back of her mind, like an alcoholic addict, enjoying the pleasure of a dizzy brain forgetting everything.
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The sky was beginning to brighten.
Fubuki leaned against the wall, walking out with trembling legs.
"Go back. I don't know when my sister will wake up. It's only a short distance; I'll be fine walking back to the guest room."
Fubuki waved off Aokiji, who was supporting her, putting on a relaxed front.
Aokiji looked down at her expression.
After a moment, he crouched down.
He hooked his arms under her knees and back, picking Fubuki up.
"It's been this long; a little more time won't hurt."
Aokiji carried her into the guest room, and after a simple wash, he let her lie down to rest.
Throughout the process, Fubuki didn't say a word.
She leaned silently in Aokiji's arms.
"Rest well. It's fine to sleep in."
"...Okay, you go back now."
The door lock clicked, a faint "ka-da" sound.
Fubuki wrapped herself in the quilt, leaving not a single gap.
That bitterness, after the pleasure that had muddled everything, surfaced once more.
It was even stronger than before.
Why do I have to sneak back like a loser, like a mouse that can't see the light, like a... bad woman who secretly encroached on her sister's lover.
Clearly, sister hasn't confessed either.
She doesn't possess everything of Aokiji.
It's just a pure physical relationship, just like me.
The guest room remained quiet for a long time.
Fubuki fell into a daze and drifted off to sleep amidst her chaotic thoughts.
Before falling completely into a deep slumber, a thought flashed through her mind.
—I want my sister, and I want Aokiji too!
...Ring, ring, ring——
Tatsumaki turned off her phone alarm.
She got up groggily, sat up and stared blankly at Aokiji to clear her head.
Why did I set an alarm again?
Oh, Fubuki is here today too. I have to go back to sleep so I won't be found... She remembered the purpose of the alarm and swung her legs to the edge of the bed, preparing to leave quietly.
Just as her fair little feet were about to step into the slippers, she suddenly paused.
Tatsumaki turned her upper body and stared at the carelessly sleeping Aokiji.
—After being tossed around for so long, I have to move back to the guest room myself in the early morning. Why should this bastard get to sleep until he wakes up naturally?
Tatsumaki's gaze wandered.
Finally, it stopped on the pillar that anchored the eye of the Tatsumaki.
A mischievous smile played on her lips.
Aokiji, who had been working hard all night, hadn't even been asleep for half an hour.
Moist, soft, almost provocative.
Opening his eyes, Aokiji lifted his head.
He met a pair of emerald eyes reflecting triumph.
"As expected, you woke up instantly." Tatsumaki straightened up, laughing like she had successfully pulled off a prank.
"Just letting you know, I'm going back to my room to sleep. As for you..."
Her pupils shifted downward, her sense of smug amusement growing even stronger.
"Deal with it yourself, I'm not keeping you company!"
With that, she jumped off the bed, stepped into her slippers, and flew toward the door.
*Sizzle, sizzle*——
Ice spikes reached the door faster than she did.
Completely freezing the door shut.
"You want to run after biting me in the early morning?"
Aokiji didn't bother covering up.
He walked straight toward Tatsumaki.
Tatsumaki leaned against the layer of ice on the door and said with forced bravado:
"Hey, hey! Fubuki is staying here today too, don't forget!"
"After her Psychic Power was boosted, she needs a lot of sleep. She won't be waking up anytime soon."
On Hassaikai(Kanabo), dense and ferocious spikes extended.
Oh no, it seems I've dug my own grave.
Tatsumaki's throat bobbed.
*Gulp*... and another faint sound rang out.