Short-haired girl (Grade 5, First Semester)

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Chapter Five: The Dangerous Kids' Meal
"Then we can't go?"

Saturday night...

At the dinner table, Nana suddenly screamed.

Karin's hand holding chopsticks stopped, and Shusaku, startled, choked and frantically reached for tea.

Tonight's dish was butter takoyaki.

These takoyaki were not the frozen food sold in the market, but homemade by Sayuri.

They were made with genuine white butter sauce, much more complicated than those dishes that only looked good.

Along with the takoyaki, there were also plenty of vegetables on the plate, and in the center of the table was
a stew of squid, taro, and lentils.

The miso soup, which they never tired of drinking every day, contained tofu skin and white radish.

The food had been mostly eaten up, and it was almost time to end the meal.

Besides the three sisters, Sayuri, Karin, and Nana, Shusaku, who was staying at their house, was also sitting at the table.

At the rectangular dining table, the person sitting on the longer side was Shusaku, and next to him... directly opposite Sayuri, was Shusaku. This wasn't anyone's decision; it was simply how Shusaku had always sat for

dinner ever since he moved into the Natsukawa family's house . 　　Facing a pouting Nana, Sayuri explained apologetically, 　　"I'm sorry, I just wasn't paying attention..." 　　"Ugh!" 　　Nana pouted unhappily. 　　On a color page of Nana's favorite shoujo manga magazine was news about an upcoming movie. 　　The movie was titled "The Adventures of a Rabbit." 　　It featured a rabbit separated from its parents, meaning it was an animal film. 　　After reading the article, it ended with "One hundred groups of two hundred people will be randomly selected to attend a free preview screening." 　　Nana, who was open to any furry animal, not just rabbits, but cats or foxes, immediately entered the lottery. 　　Unexpectedly, she was lucky enough to win the lottery, and about a month later, the invitation postcard for the preview screening arrived. 　　Each invitation postcard allowed two people to attend. So, Nana and Sayuri were going to see it together on Sunday. 　　However, the kind-hearted and somewhat ditzy Sayuri seemed to have completely forgotten about her promise to Nana. 　　She actually accepted the request from the young couple next door to babysit their child for the entire day. 　　However, since one person can't split into two, she had to cancel her appointment with Nana. 　　"We clearly agreed to go together~" Facing the incessant chatter of Nana, Karin said coldly, "Well , there's nothing I can do about it. Neighborhood relationships are important too!" 　　Karin's indifferent tone seemed to emphasize that it didn't matter if she couldn't go. 　　"But, it was so hard to get the tickets… Nana has been really looking forward to it…" 　　As if she had truly been waiting for a long time, Nana found it hard to give up so easily. 　　"If you really want to go, just go by yourself. You're not a child anymore." 　　Nana, who always retorted "I'm not a child anymore!" whenever Karin treated her like a child, had no choice but to shut up this time. 　　"Hmph!" 　　She puffed out her cheeks, looking defiant. 　　Karin, however, pressed her advantage, saying, "You don't even know how to ride a train, do you?!" 　　Perhaps her targeting of Nana stemmed from a vengeful . 　　From the moment Nana was born, little Karin had to share her older sister and mother with this creature called "Little Sister," who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. 　　No, perhaps for Karin at the time, it felt like all the care and attention , had been uprooted and snatched away. 　　So she felt very resentful. 　　That was when Karin was four years old. 　　Moreover, this spoiled younger sister is now a middle school student, yet she still clings to Sayuri every day, and Sayuri doesn't seem to care at all. 　　Karin just can't stand this. 　　Honestly, she'll never grow up. 　　Karin cursed inwardly. 　　But, this jealousy of her sister was actually a childish thing to do, though she didn't realize it. 　　"Yuri-nee~" Nana pleaded desperately with Sayuri. 　　"Nana loves going to the movies with Sayuri-nee, you already made plans but you didn't take me, that's so mean!" 　　"That's true..." " Can't you 　　ask someone else to come instead of the neighbor's kid?" 　　"It's true, but I already promised..." 　　Sayuri frowned, resting her chin on her hand, looking quite troubled. 　　Karin glanced at her sister's expression, thinking, "Does she really have to be so difficult? If she can't go, she can't go, she should just explain. " 　　If she were treated like that, she'd probably say the same thing. 　　In short, it's all because her older sister spoils Nana too much. 　　And not just her older sister, but Dad and Mom too. 　　Just because she's the youngest… 　　the last one born, why does she have to be spoiled like this? It's infuriating! 　　Karin's resentment towards her younger sister grew stronger. 　　"!" 　　Having finished her tea, Karin slammed the teacup down on the table to attract attention. 　　"A movie? You said you wanted to see a movie, but your real purpose is probably to watch 'Oguriya' afterwards!" 　　"Oguriya" refers to a cake shop in the bustling area popular with working women and female university students. 　　A special meal costing 1200 yen includes a free pot of black tea and unlimited small cakes .

Every time they went to the department store or watched a movie, they would stop by for a chat and some tea before heading home.

This was an indispensable part of the Natsukawa family's routine.

"N-No, that's not it."

As if her true intentions had been guessed, Nana's sweet tooth was evident in her panicked eyes.

"Heh~ Is that so?"

Karin looked at Nana, who was looking down at her bowl and plate, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, and crisply bit into the pickled
radish .

As if trying to ease the tension between her two younger sisters, Sayuri just said in a flustered manner.

"Seriously, what should we do..."

At this moment, Shusaku, who had been silently listening to the three sisters' conversation, suddenly said to Sayuri,

"Well, if you don't mind, how about I go to the movies with Nana?"

"Yay, really?"

Nana, who had been looking downcast, immediately brightened up at the thought.

"Oh, but I'm really sorry to you!"

Shusaku simply waved his hand lightly at Sayuri's worried expression.

"Ah, it's okay. I'm free tomorrow anyway..."

"But, still..."

As if deliberately trying to cover up Sayuri's polite conversation, Nana couldn't help but shout out happily.

"Wow! That's great!"

Then, she hugged Shusaku, who was sitting next to her.

"I love you the most, big brother."

Nana shouted happily.

"Wow, what are you doing..."

Shusaku was startled by this sudden action, but he didn't seem
to dislike .

At least, that's how Karin felt.

Karin's hand holding the bowl unconsciously tightened its grip.

The overjoyed Nana.

Sayuri, who was overjoyed that the matter was resolved satisfactorily.

And Shusaku, who was hugged by Nana, but didn't seem to dislike the action...

"Hmph!"

In this way, Karin felt like she was the only one playing the villain, and felt extremely bored.

Noticing Karin's feelings, Nana, who only wanted to get revenge for what had just happened, deliberately started to tease.

"Going out with my brother feels like a date!"

Nana exclaimed happily.

Karin quickly shoveled the remaining third of rice in her bowl, added some tea, and ate it.

"I'm full,"

she said, clearly unhappy, and stood up.

After taking the dishes to the kitchen, she quickly retreated to her room before Sayuri could stop her.

"Clang!"

Karin opened her bedroom door, and using the light from the hallway, reached for the light switch near the entrance and turned on
the light.

The room, about six square meters, was instantly filled with light.

As soon as she stepped into the bathroom, she opened the window, letting the cool, pleasant autumn night air into the room.

"Mmm! So comfortable!"

The slightly cool night breeze felt wonderful on her skin after her bath.

It was past eleven o'clock.

Because of what happened at dinner, Karin didn't want to meet with Nana and Shusaku, so she chose to shower last.

She was still a little unhappy.

Spoiled younger sister…

annoying Shusaku…

covering her flat body, which wouldn't even elicit any fantasies without underwear, was a striped men's pajama set.

Her boyish short hair was almost dry after a quick blow-dry.

Standing by the window, the heat on her cheeks quickly subsided.

Feeling a chill, Karin closed the window and drew the shutter. To avoid catching a cold, she had
added a sweater over her pajamas.

Normally, it would be bedtime by now.

However, since tomorrow was Sunday, she didn't have to get up early as usual, so staying up a little later wouldn't matter.

Karin sat in her swivel chair and picked up a manga magazine from the table.

But after flipping through a few pages, she immediately closed the book. Even reading manga now couldn't bring herself to laugh.

What had happened at dinner felt like a fishbone stuck in her throat, making her uncomfortable.

It was all because the two of them had teamed up to protect Nana.

No matter what happened, the younger sister always received the most pampering; although she wasn't particularly happy, she wasn't especially
angry either.

The reason I feel so bad now is different from before.

Why?

"I love my brother the most."

Nana, saying this, hugging Shusaku tightly, flashed through my mind.

That's it.

That girl is just too affectionate with Shusaku. It's not a bad thing, but it always makes me furious.

Generally speaking, this feeling is called "jealousy." But Karin herself is unaware of this.

No, it should be said that she is deliberately pretending not to know.

Speaking of which, it's strange in itself that Nana calls Shusaku "brother." And Shusaku's shy expression
is really suspicious.

Lately, I've been feeling a constant burning in my chest, and I can even see the flames flickering.

My blood rushes to my head.

I just can't stand it, I just feel so angry.

Not just that spoiled Nana, but also Sayuri who indulges her little sister like this, and Shusaku...

It's infuriating.

Karin, her anger rising, picked up the manga magazine in her hand and was about to throw it hard on the floor.

But just before she threw it down, her raised hand, like a puppet whose strings had been cut
, slowly fell to the ground.

She placed the manga magazine back on the table and sighed deeply.

"Ah..."

Why did it turn out like this?

Soon, three weeks of living together with Shusaku had passed.

The fact that her childhood friend Shusaku would be staying at her house was something Karin never expected; it felt like a dream
.

If it were ten years ago, she might have been overjoyed. Absolutely overjoyed, incredibly overjoyed.

But now everything has changed.

There's absolutely no joy.

Even though they live under the same roof, they can't talk naturally with Shusaku. Although they go to the same school, they
go to school separately.

The only time they'll actually meet is during meals!

It's not that she hasn't thought about being gentler, about interacting like a normal person.

But she opposed his staying with her from the beginning, so now she can't just
chat and laugh .

And if she weren't so cold, that feeling of severing her own attachment to "Shusaku"
seems to resurface.

Living in a house with Shusaku.

This dream she'd cherished since childhood has come true in this way; Karin can't help but lament the cruel
twist .

If gods truly exist ,

they must be gods who enjoy playing tricks on people.

With her elbows propped on the table and chin resting on her hand, Karin recalls her reunion with Shusaku after ten years.

Shusaku could only say this to Karin, who stood there speechless from the sudden reunion.

"Long time no see..."

Why act like nothing happened?

Karin and Shusaku weren't just childhood friends.

Although it was in their childhood, they had even reached the point of getting married.

But in the end, they separated in such a heartbreaking way, not seeing each other for ten years.

There were so many things to say, so many things that were hard to say, yet things that absolutely had to be said...

There were

so many things to say, so many that Karin couldn't bring herself to say them. But Shusaku was different. What Shusaku said was like a casual "Long time no see"

to a classmate he met again after summer vacation. 　　For Shusaku, the memories with Karin, whether good or bad, happy or sad... 　　all of them had become ancient memories. 　　But, at least for Karin, it was definitely more than just memories. 　　The painful memories of separation seemed to have healed on the surface. 　　But the moment it was touched, it was a wound that would immediately spurt out excruciatingly painful blood. Is 　　Shu... 　　still angry about the ring? 　　He must still be angry. After all, it's the ring that took away his mother's most important keepsake. 　　It would be strange if he wasn't. 　　But, from Shu's reunion after ten years, there wasn't a single trace of that. 　　Did he forgive me because of something that happened when we were little? Or has he simply forgotten about it because so much time has passed ? 　　For Karin, this is currently the thing that worries her the most. 　　But she just can't muster the courage to face Shu and explain it to him clearly. 　　If that's the case, it might be more comfortable to be accused of losing the ring as soon as they meet. 　　That way... that way... I can apologize then. 　　Apologize? 　　Without realizing it, Karin, who had been leaning on the table with her elbows loosened, suddenly straightened up. 　　Right, it's not too late now. 　　I have to apologize to Shu about the ring. If I apologize properly, I'm sure he'll forgive me. 　　Anyway, anything is better than this feeling of being suspended in mid-air. 　　Standing up, Karin turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the desk lamp on. 　　In the darkness, only the area around the desk stood out. 　　As if afraid of making a creaking sound, she slowly sat down in the swivel chair and took out the music box, which was no longer making any sound, from the very back of the drawer. 　　This was a gift from her mother, Kayoko, and Karin used it as a little treasure box. 　　The box was about the size of a palm, and each of the five sides (excluding the bottom) was decorated with a simple pattern. 　　The pattern depicted white rabbits playing in a field; Nana, who loved cute things, would definitely want it if she saw it . 　　It had been so long since she had opened this box. Karin hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened the lid of the small box. 　　The rectangular lid had a hinge on the longer side, and inside was a small mirror. It contained the structure for playing music , and the box was completely suspended in mid-air. 　　Therefore, the space inside the burgundy velvet box was much smaller than it appeared from the outside. 　　The box contained foreign currency, precious stamps, old hundred-yuan bills from Grandma, and many other "treasures." 　　But the most unforgettable and cherished item was the red hair accessory Xiaoxiu had given her as a birthday present . This gift was 　　a collection of happy childhood memories 　　shared with Xiaoxiu . 　　Next to it lay the diamond ring that had brought her to the end of her dreamlike childhood. 　　She turned off all the lights in the room. 　　She was only hesitant to look at the evidence of her past mistakes under the bright orange light. 　　Guolin glanced into the box, 　　her gaze lingering on the ring. 　　The diamond sparkled under the soft orange light. 　　Although it was a diamond, it was only the size of a grain of rice, not something expensive. 　　But regardless of price, for Xiaoxiu, it would always be the most precious thing her mother had left her. 　　Although it was a mistake made in childhood, what Guolin did was clearly a crime. 　　Theft. 　　Stealing. 　　Pickpocketing. 　　Dishonest child. 　　A string of despicable words surfaced in Guolin's mind. 　　She constantly blamed herself. 　　She spent ten years trying to forget this wound. 　　But the wound that she had finally managed to close was suddenly ripped open again by Xiuzuo's arrival. 　　If she apologized properly, surely she would be forgiven.

"Will Shusaku forgive me?"

Muttering to herself as if in prayer, Karin reached for the ring in the box. Her index finger and thumb grasped
the slender silver band.

The icy, hard touch through her fingertips was like touching her own mistake, sending a chill down her spine.

Perhaps Shusaku would truly forgive her for losing the ring. But this wasn't a simple mistake. What would happen

if he knew her motives, understood the truth of her deliberate concealment ? 　　Even then, would Shusaku still forgive her? 　　Of course, she could continue to hide it like this. But that would only . 　　No. 　　She couldn't do it. 　　Karin released the ring she was about to take out. 　　Then, she took out the red hair accessory. 　　This treasured hair accessory, made of red plastic beads and a dark blue rubber cord, 　　was worn away in one place, revealing the rubber inside. 　　Guolin kept only the hair ornament, then closed the box and put it back in the original drawer. 　　As long as the evidence of the crime was out of her sight, everything would be the same as before… she thought. 　　This wasn't the first time she'd had the thought of "apologizing to Xiaoxiu." 　　When she first started elementary school, she would think about it several times a week, agonizing . 　　Unsure what to do, hesitant and weighing her options, she would fall into deep sorrow. 　　To comfort herself, she would take out the hair ornament and look at it, immersing herself in happy memories of the past. 　　Each time, she thought she had to do it this time, but she always ended up back where she started. And this time, she couldn't escape the same fate. 　　　　　＊＊＊　　The red hair ornament Xiaoxiu gave me… Looking at this hair ornament, all the memories of the past with Xiaoxiu appeared 　　as vividly as if they were yesterday . 　　What she saw through the filter of "memory" was happier and more beautiful than reality, filled with a nostalgic feeling that brought tears to her . 　　In our secret spot at the shrine, Xiao Xiu was braiding my hair. 　　My favorite Xiao Xiu… 　　Xiao Xiu was best at digging tunnels in the sand. 　　While other boys played cops and robbers, he would always play house with me. 　　When I gave him a wreath made of clover as a return gift for origami swords, he would accept it with great joy. 　　There are several photos of us taking together in the plastic swimming pool in our backyard. 　　I seem to remember holding my older sister's hand as she started junior high, the three of us going to the night market together. 　　Walking along the bustling streets, sharing soft cotton candy with Xiao Xiu, I don't know why I can't forget it. 　　Kaolin, her whole body pressed against the table, immersed in deep memories, simply closed her eyes to banish the hateful reality. 　　At this moment, what her fingertips felt was the smooth surface of the round bead that sealed the memories within. 　　Xiao Xiu… Xiao Xiu… 　　Kaolin had a faint smile on her lips. 　　Unconsciously, she drifted into a deep sleep. 　　Suddenly 　　, the window was roughly yanked open, and the morning light streaming in dispelled all the darkness in the room. 　　"Hmm~" A very uncomfortable groan came from the bed against the wall. 　　Only her head was sticking out of the blankets; the sunlight shone directly on her face, distorting it with its blinding glare. 　　So bright. It 　　was dawn. 　　I was lying in bed. 　　Still lingering in the realm of dreams, she tried her best to recall, her mind still somewhat foggy. 　　However, Karin had no memory of when she got into bed. She 　　probably fell asleep at her desk last night, and then felt a little chilly in the morning, so she climbed into bed. 　　The evidence was that she was still wearing a sweater, and the desk lamp, which had been on all night, was still emitting a faint glow. 　　It was Nana who had opened the window and brought "Morning" into the room. 　　Ignoring the increasingly chilly late autumn weather, she brazenly wore a high-waisted mini-skirt that exposed her legs. A 　　white, round-neck blouse was layered under an elegantly designed cropped top. 　　The apple decorations on her knee-high white socks accentuated her adorable face. 　　Dressed for the day, Nana stood by her sister's bed. 　　"Lin-neechan, when are you going to wake up? It's already morning. Yuri-neechan wants you to get up." 　　"Ugh…ah…" 　　Karin groaned, her brow furrowed. 　　"Get up, Lin-neechan. Everyone else has already had breakfast, and you're the only one left!" 　　"Okay, okay…uh, okay." 　　Karin replied impatiently, turning over and leaning against the wall, her back to Nana standing by the pillow. 　　The back of her head, exposed outside the blanket, clearly said, "Stop nagging, get out of here!" 　　"Hey!" 　　I came to wake you out of kindness, and this is your attitude! 　　Having been rebuffed, Nana called out to the sleeping pig under the covers in a high-pitched voice, 　　"Sister Lin!" Guolin 　　responded, pulling the covers over her head. It seemed she had no intention of getting up. 　　"Honestly, I can't do anything with you..." 　　Nana sighed, hands on her hips. Guolin 　　seemed completely out of place with this little girl; she was overdoing the role of the older sister. 　　To Nana, Guolin was simply resentful that being four years older meant she was now the "older sister," while she herself, no matter how old , would never become one. 　　So, whenever she had the chance, she would try to act like the older sister for fun. 　　"Nana came to call you, you know. It's Lin's own fault for not getting up." 　　With that, Nana prepared to leave the room, but then her eyes fell on a red plastic bead on the table.

A hair accessory strung together with rubber bands.

This was something very inappropriate for Karin, who had cut her hair short and was often mistaken for a boy.

Huh?

Nana stopped in front of the desk and took one of the two hair ties.

Why would Karin wear something like this when she doesn't have any hair to style?

Feeling puzzled, Nana looked at the hair accessory over and over again.

Not only did it look tacky, but the dark blue color on the rubber band had also been worn off, as if it were
something .

Strange…

she muttered to herself.

Her hand, which was about to put down the hair accessory, stopped.

Suddenly, Nana had a whim and thought of using the hair accessory to tie her own hair.

"Hmm!"

She glanced quietly towards the bed. Karin was still curled up in the quilt, completely like a pupa.

It looked like she was about to emerge when the sun was higher.

Now was the perfect opportunity.

Nana untied the hairband on the right side of her hair, put on Karin's red hair accessory, and tied it up with her own fluffy hair.

Then, she repeatedly compared her hair, tied up on both sides, in front of the long mirror next to the table. The berry-
red plastic beads matched her brown hair particularly well.

Hmm, not bad.

It's rare to go out with her brother, so why not change the atmosphere?

Once she made up her mind, Nana simply untied the left hair tie and put on Karin's hair accessory.

Her brother noticed, right?

After checking her cute pose in front of the mirror once again, Nana tiptoed downstairs.

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"Well then, Shusaku. I'll leave Nana in your care."

Sayuri, who had come to the entrance hall, watched Shusaku and Nana leave.

The late autumn sky was clear.

Perhaps because the air was particularly clear and bright, the sky seemed higher than usual when looking up.

In stark contrast to Nana's beautifully dressed appearance, Shusaku's clothes were quite plain.

Faded jeans, a golden round-neck shirt, and a thin jacket on top.

Her shoes were worn-out sneakers, and she carried a basket in her right hand. Since she couldn't go with them, Sayuri
made them

bento boxes. Although she wanted to say thank you, this didn't feel like going to the movies; it felt more like a picnic.

Nana, walking side by side with Shusaku, had a small white rabbit stuffed animal hanging from her shoulder. Why would she carry
something ?

Shusaku, full of questions, asked Nana, only to find out that there was a tether behind the rabbit's neck.

It was a miniature backpack.

"Isn't it cute!"

Nana said, showing Shusaku her rabbit backpack, walking with such lightness.

Of course, watching the preview screening of the movie "The Losers' Comeback" was one reason, and the fact that she could go out with her brother made
the girl incredibly excited.

This feels like a date...

Nana thought, but from an outsider's perspective, it looked more like a protector and the protected.

Of course, Shusaku thought the same way.

From the nearest private railway station, it only took thirty minutes by tram to reach the bustling city center.

The venue for the preview screening was very close to the station.

After handing a postcard to the hostess at the entrance, they walked straight through the heavy doors into the hall.

Perhaps there was still some time before the screening, as only about 30% of the guests had arrived.

Nana and Shusaku chose seats slightly in the center, sitting side-by-side.

It was just past 1 PM; let's have lunch now, Shusaku thought, opening the basket resting on his lap.

Fast food would be fine, but spreading out a picnic-style bento like this was a bit excessive and felt rather
embarrassing.

Sayuri had prepared sandwiches for them. Ham, eggs, cheese, and vegetables—a rich and
nutritious meal.

And then there was the strange combination of fried eggs with minced meat and mayonnaise.

However, Shusaku was a little disappointed that all the sandwiches, to cater to Nana's taste, had omitted all
the wasabi.

Even so, it was truly a masterpiece from the skillful hands of Sayuri.

Although it was just a small taste test, after eating it, he probably wouldn't want to buy sandwiches from convenience stores anymore.

After buying a canned coffee from the vending machine in the lobby and eating it with a sandwich, I shared half of the fruit in the container with
Nana .

Slowly, people started to fill the seats, and by the time the show was about to start, it was almost full.

Most of the audience consisted of parents with their children.

Perhaps because most of the guests were children, even though the lights dimmed after the announcement of the start date,
the theater was still buzzing with excitement.

Since it was a preview screening, the usual advertisements and trailers were
omitted , and the film itself was shown right away.

The story was about a little rabbit separated from its parents, who, after many hardships, was finally reunited with its mother –
a typical trope. Frankly, it was just a film

that relied on the cuteness of the little rabbit protagonist to make money, using the title of a tearjerker to elicit tears . 　　To be more precise, it was simply a representative work of the declining period of Japanese cinema. 　　Shusaku watched the film from a rational perspective, but Nana was completely absorbed in it! 　　"Waaah!" 　　Even at the touching ending, Nana's big eyes were still brimming with tears. 　　After the movie ended, without even watching the end credits, the two of them quickly made their way through the crowd and out of the lobby. 　　Nana's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she kept blowing her nose with a handkerchief in one hand. 　　Once outside, Shusaku looked at Nana, who was putting the tear-stained handkerchief into her little white rabbit backpack. 　　"Well then, let's go home!" 　　"..." 　　Nana looked up at Shusaku as if she wanted to say something. 　　"But, how about we have a cup of tea before we go back?" 　　"Yay..."

"It's called something like 'Oguriya,' right? That café..."

"But, Nana..."

Before Shusaku could finish, Nana interrupted.

"But the money..."

To prevent her from continuing, Shusaku smiled.

"It's alright, I already got my allowance from Ms. Sayuri."

Actually, there was no need to say it so deliberately. Wouldn't it be cool

to just pretend and say something like "It's on me"?

But for clumsy Shusaku, that might be a bit of a stretch.

Nana knew the location of "Oguriya" very well, like a puppy that hadn't been taken for a walk in a long time, hopping and skipping
ahead to lead the way.

Completely different from the quaint name of the shop, this shop was a modern building with black as the main color.

After passing through the automatic door and entering the shop, a waiter immediately came forward and led the two to a seat by the window.

"Um, I'd like..."

Nana seemed to be a regular here, and ordered a special meal without hesitation, and Shusaku ordered the same thing as well.

First, a pot of black tea was served, followed by a waiter pushing a trolley with a silver tray.

The tray held nearly twenty different kinds of small cakes.

You simply select what you want with your finger, and the waiter will place it on your plate.

Of course, since it's all-you-can-eat, you can eat as many as you like and then order more.

"This one and that one, and this one and this one, ah, this one too…"

Nana quickly picked out five cakes from the tray.

Wow, she can eat so much!

Although he didn't say it aloud, Shusaku was secretly surprised.

The small cakes for the all-you-can-eat selection were indeed smaller than regular cakes, but five at once seemed like too much.

However, this seemed quite normal; the waiter serving the cakes acted as if it were perfectly normal.

Shusaku wasn't a big fan of sweets.

But since it was all-you-can-eat, he ordered a little more, taking three cakes in total.

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After the cakes were distributed, watching the waiter's departing figure, he suddenly realized that the skirts of the shop's uniforms were really short.

The pathetic male sexual interest was nothing more than a slightly protruding buttock while pushing a cart, and Shusaku
stared at it the whole way.

"What's wrong, brother?"

Startled by Nana's call, he hurriedly looked away.

"Ah!"

In just a moment, the Mont Blanc cake topped with a chestnut in syrup on Nana's plate had vanished without a trace.

"Wow! This..."

It was like magic.

Focusing on their thoughts about the movie they had just watched

, Nana continued to finish the cakes on her plate in order during their rambling conversation, finally finishing the last one
.

Shusaku had often heard people say that girls actually have one stomach for meals and one for desserts!

After seeing how Nana ate, Shusaku was convinced that this legend was absolutely true.

Where did all those cakes go in this little body?

Shusaku wondered if somewhere in Nana's body, there was an
organ different from a stomach, like a monster in a superhero movie, a kind of "cake bag" to hold the cakes.

"That's amazing," Shusaku said admiringly.

If that were true, it would surely be like Doraemon's pocket, leading directly to another dimension. On

the other hand, Shusaku... 　　he managed to stuff

the first... the second one into his stomach with great difficulty... 　　but for the third chocolate cake, he only cut off a corner with his fork, put it in his mouth, and then lost interest in eating cake. 　　As Shusaku washed the sweetness in his mouth with black tea without sugar or milk, Nana, who had already finished the cake , pointed with her fork at the half-eaten chocolate cake. 　　"Aren't you going to eat it?" 　　"Yeah, yeah..." 　　"Then..." 　　Unable to resist her eager gaze, Shusaku pushed his plate toward Nana. 　　"Ah, if you want to eat it, then eat it!" 　　"Yeah, is that okay?" 　　"Of course!" 　　Under that kind of gaze, he could only say yes. 　　Shusaku nodded with a wry smile, and Nana moved the cake from Shusaku's plate to her own. 　　"Wow! Thank you!" 　　Seeing her happy expression made him happy too. 　　Nana had already dug the small piece of cake that had been cut off earlier deeper and put it into her mouth. 　　"Mmm, mmm, glug..." 　　After swallowing what was in her mouth, Nana leaned towards Shusaku. 　　"Brother, is this considered an indirect kiss?" Nana asked innocently. 　　"!" 　　Shusaku almost spat out the black tea in his mouth. 　　"N-what nonsense are you talking about! I didn't bite, what indirect... no, this is unrelated!" He hurriedly explained. 　　"Oh, how annoying, brother's face is all red~" "I..." 　　Seeing the panicked Shusaku, Nana gave a triumphant tone. 　　"So cute~" Nana still wouldn't let him off the hook. 　　"..." 　　Being called "cute" by such a blonde girl was really a bit unbearable. 　　"You'll eat so much, you won't be able to eat dinner." 　　"Hmm! It's okay!" 　　"But Nana..." 　　Ignoring Shusaku's advice, Nana ordered other cakes. 　　Two of the three on the plate were gone in the blink of an eye, and she was about to reach for the last one . 　　But before she could even take a bite, the girl suddenly put down her fork. 　　Her expression became a little strange, as if she was enduring something, and she bit her lip tightly. 　　At this moment, Shusaku sensed that something was wrong. 　　"What's wrong, Nana?"

When he asked that, Nana looked like she was about to cry.

"I feel a little nauseous..."

"Huh?" " I feel like

throwing up..."

She seemed genuinely uncomfortable.

"Yay!"

Although he looked surprised, strangely, Shusaku could understand her discomfort.

After eating so much cake, it was only natural to feel nauseous.

It was precisely because she had eaten so much cake that...

Now, saying anything was useless, so Shusaku stood up from his chair.

It would be terrible if she threw up here; he had to get her to the restroom quickly.

"Nana, just bear with it for a little while."

"Okay..."

Shusaku put his arm around Nana's armpits and half-lifted her, leading her to the restroom in the shop.

Their unusual behavior attracted the attention of some customers. However, now was not
the time .

The shop only had one unisex restroom.

Fortunately, there was no one inside. Shusaku pressed the doorknob and opened the black-lacquered wooden door.

To the right of the inside was a sink, and further inside was another door; the restroom was in that area.

Based on his assessment, Shusaku figured it would be easier to vomit in the toilet than on the sink, as it would be
much easier to clean up.

So he immediately led Nana inside.

The toilet, which could only accommodate one person, was very cramped, and Shusaku was squeezed halfway out of the doorway.

The toilet looked like it had been thoroughly cleaned, so there was no feeling of filth or stench.

Hmm, it was quite clean.

Shusaku supported the girl's body with one hand and lifted the toilet seat with the other.

"Come on, Nana..."

Nana, facing down towards the toilet, made a "Ugh, ugh..." sound from deep in her throat, but showed no signs of
vomiting .

Shusaku stroked her back and asked with concern,

"What's wrong? Can't you vomit? Try using your fingers to induce vomiting?"

"..."

Nana just lowered her head and shook it from side to side.

Then her legs went weak, and she was completely exhausted.

Shusaku quickly closed the toilet seat and let Nana sit on it.

"Nana, are you okay?"

"..."

Nana nodded silently, her head still bowed.

Shusaku looked up from the side.

"Even though you feel bad, it's better to throw up. If you can't throw up here, shall we go to the sink
?"

Nana shook her head again.

"My stomach hurts..."

she said weakly, looking up at Shusaku standing by the toilet.

"Help me rub my stomach."

"Okay!"

Shusaku immediately squatted down, placing his hand on Nana's stomach through her clothes.

The girl's abdomen was unbelievably flat; he couldn't believe how she could fit so many cakes in there.

"Here?" Nana instructed him.

"A little lower."

Shusaku gently touched Nana's lower abdomen.

"Here?"

"No, not here. A little lower..."

Nana placed her own hand on Shusaku's hand, pulling it even lower. Now, what Shusaku's hand touched was no longer the "stomach," but a place

called "crotch." 　　Through the fabric of her short skirt and panties, the warmth of her private parts reached his hand. 　　"Wait, wait a minute, Nana..." 　　Shusaku sensed something was wrong. 　　"Th-it hurts there. Touch me, brother..." 　　"But, this is too much..." 　　Shusaku's hand, which had been forcefully pulled down, was trapped between Nana's thighs along with her skirt, showing no sign of letting go. 　　His palm, with his fingers pointing downwards, was enveloped in soft, tender flesh. 　　"Nana, it's so hot there. It really hurts..." 　　Because Shusaku was squatting, their faces were very close. 　　Perhaps because she had eaten a lot of cake, the girl's breath carried a sweet, creamy scent. 　　"So, use your hand to make me feel better!" 　　"But..." Shusaku hesitated. 　　"Hurry up!" 　　By this point, Nana's intentions were crystal clear. 　　Her "disgust and discomfort" was just a way to lure Shusaku into the bathroom. 　　The precocious girl's brilliant acting completely fooled the naive Shusaku. 　　Nana's actions startled Shusaku. 　　"N-No, this kind of thing..." 　　Shusaku said, pulling his hand away from Nana's crotch. Because her thighs were clenched so tightly, the hem of her short skirt was a little disheveled. 　　The warmth of the girl's skin was still clearly visible in his pulled-out palm. 　　"Brother..." 　　Completely different from her previous listless state, Nana suddenly stood up from the toilet. 　　"N-Nana..." 　　Nana pounced on Shusaku as he tried to back away. 　　"Whoa!" 　　Shusaku, who almost fell, crashed into the black-lacquered wooden door with a loud bang. 　　Shusaku, who was standing against the door, gave the girl's weight something to lean on. 　　"Th-that..." 　　"That Sunday..." 　　Nana kept talking to stop Shusaku from saying what he wanted to say. The girl buried half her face in Shusaku's chest, her gaze fixed on the floor. 　　"Didn't you do it with Nana and Yuri-nee together?" 　　"..." 　　Shusaku's face stiffened. 　　The strange threesome memory that unfolded in the living room last Sunday suddenly resurfaced in his mind. 　　Nana, wearing only an apron, lay sprawled on the sofa. And Shusaku was lying on top of her. 　　The girl's tender secret place, the tip of his erect penis completely inside.

With a complex expression of fear and curiosity, Nana gazed intently up at her "older brother," Shusaku.

Shusaku desperately suppressed the urge to thrust his erection deep into her virginity.

Sayuri, who had moved behind them, brought

her face close to their shallow junction, licking the inside of the shaft, the base of the penis, and even the anus
…

Nana's words awakened obscene memories from that time; even these fragments were enough to make his low-throttle-point youthful blood
boil.

"Back then, your little treasure went a little inside Nana, didn't it!"

The warm touch of her vulva, enveloping the swollen tip of his penis, surged through him.

"Nana, I've inserted fingers and pens before, but this is the first time something so thick has gone in, and I was a little
scared . But when your little treasure came in, it suddenly became much wider… This made Nana so excited
…"

she said, recalling the past.

Nana seemed genuinely "excited" at that moment.

Two rosy blushes rose on her lovely cheeks, and her voice carried a slightly lazy tone.

"The sticky stuff inside feels even better when rubbed by your tip than when Nana does it all by herself..."

"Mmm!"

Compared to Nana, who was making such a bold confession, Shusaku blushed first.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, their temperatures mingling, making one feel a little hot.

"When you trembled, so much hot, sticky fluid flowed out of your thing. If all of that went into
Nana's place, Nana would definitely

feel really good too..." Nana wasn't embarrassed at all.

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