Sister will help you

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My name is Li Hua.

My study abroad life in Japan wasn't as wonderful as I'd imagined. The lack of intellectual stimulation and
the weekly tirade made me deeply disappointed with this long-awaited journey.

But life goes on. After successfully replicating my back-to-back home life, I once again indulged in
the blissful comfort of being a "homebody."

Or rather, I became utterly withdrawn.

The courses were easy. Except for that old, pedantic professor, the other teachers treated
international students —attendance was optional, learning was optional.

Fortunately, the old professor's class only came once a week. His words, tinged with classical grammar, and
his pained expression as he looked at me are deeply etched in my memory.

Once a week wasn't bad. Only after experiencing the old professor's reprimands could I truly feel the
passage another week.

And his unchanging attitude made me barely believe that some things in this world might still remain
constant .

Today was such a special day.

Usually, after such a baptism of reprimand, I need to find a place to replenish my dwindling positive
energy . After six months of trial and error, the location was gradually settled on a ramen shop seven subway stops from my rented apartment.

The proprietress's "Yokoso (Welcome)" upon entering, coupled with a bowl of tonkotsu ramen with extra pepper,
barely managed to bring my sullenness back to a safe level.

The ramen and broth were already gone, and the fragrant white peach udon was finished, but I wanted to linger a little longer
, to see the proprietress's smile a few more times. But eventually, it was closing time. Before the proprietress could even kindly ask me to leave,
I consciously packed my belongings.

Back home, all that remained was the virtual internet and the monotonous images of bodies on my hard drive.

Generally, there's no scenery to see on the way home. This is the most
unbearable .

But today seemed to be an exception. After a brief stop at Kanda Station, a lady dressed in an off-the-cuff style appeared in front of me
.

She was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, wearing a white shirt, a purple silk scarf, and a black blazer, paired with a black
pencil skirt and semi-sheer black stockings.

She looked somewhat tired, her light makeup unable to conceal her weariness. She leaned slightly against the tram's handrail,
her legs alternately supporting her weight.

But this was still a rare and beautiful sight. Her breasts were high, and the curves of her legs, accentuated by the stockings, were almost perfect.

Such beauty would rank in the upper-middle range of my 5TB collection. Her body, so close,
exuded a faint scent of sandalwood and musk, mixed with a subtle body odor, making me involuntarily take a few
deep breaths.

But the good fortune didn't last. Just two stops later, the surging crowd pushed her into an adjacent carriage. In a few minutes,
she went from being so close to being worlds apart.

"Hey, I haven't had enough of your scent yet."

Three more stops passed, and she got off in the adjacent carriage.

Her brow was furrowed, and her expression showed some pain.

She clutched her stomach and slowly squatted down on the platform.

What was wrong with her? Was she in pain? Should I get off? Could I help her?
What ? Would she mistake me for a hentai?

2.

In a daze, I rushed off the train just before the doors closed.

The station was surprisingly empty. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't even have had room to squat down.

I approached her from the side, but didn't know what to say. On a whim, I bought
a bottle of , wrapped it in a tissue from the convenience store, and handed it to her.

She looked up, her eyes, already red, filled with a mixture of confusion and surprise,
making me want to turn and run away.

Fortunately, the awkward eye contact didn't last any longer.

"Thank you," she said, taking the tissue and water and slowly standing up. "I just have a bit of a
stomachache , thank you."

"Okay, I don't have anything else, I'll go now," I said, my head down, my voice so soft that
only I could hear it. Afraid of my inaccurate Japanese and fearing her suspicions about my motives, all I
wanted to do was leave.

"May I know your name?" Her voice held a hint of cheerfulness.

"My name is Li Hua."

"Hmm? Li Hua-kun is Chinese?"

I looked up, meeting her curious eyes, and said, "Yes. I'm an exchange student from China." "

My name is Qi Luo. Li Hua-kun, is there anything else planned?" She paused, then continued, "If not
, could you walk with me for a bit?"

I saw a cautious hope in her eyes. Or perhaps she had mustered the courage to make that invitation.

"Um, sure, I mean, I'd love to," I stammered.

Qi Luo smiled and said, "Well then, excuse me, Li Hua-kun, this way please."

We walked out of the subway station side by side, chatting aimlessly.

Qi Luo came from a small village in the countryside of Fukushima. After a challenging student life, she had finally
managed to establish herself in Tokyo. She recounted the trivialities of her life, and I listened silently.

The reason for my stomach pain just now was chronic gastritis caused by irregular eating habits during my student days.

What an idiot. I actually revealed all my information to someone I just met without reservation
.

In just half an hour, her way of addressing me has shortened from "Li Huajun" to "Huajun".

"Hey, Huajun, do you have a girlfriend in China?"

Faced with this soul-searching question, I honestly answered, "No, I've never been in a relationship."

"Doggy, doggy~ Actually, I've only been in one relationship too," Qiluo said, "before I went to university. We broke up naturally
afterwards ."

Actually, I really wanted to ask how far she and her ex-boyfriend had progressed, and
why a pretty girl like her didn't have a boyfriend during university.

But my human self-preservation instinct prevented me from asking. After all, staying at home, it's hard for me to find
an opportunity to chat with a girl—especially someone as pretty and a little silly as her.

3.

"Hey, Huajun, we're almost home," Qiluo stopped and said.

She didn't invite me in, nor did she offer to exchange contact information. I feel lost, but is this
the true nature of the world?

"It's been so long since I've been this happy, thank you for keeping me company, Hua-kun~" she said with a smile. "Hey, Hua-kun, are you
going back now? There won't be any more trains if it gets any later."

"Okay, I'll go now," I said.

"Goodbye~" Kira waved.

She said "goodbye," not "see you later."

A pang of sadness welled up inside me. Just an hour of interaction had created so much reluctance to part.

Suddenly, a bicycle appeared at the street corner, speeding
towards Kira. As if it had heard my inner call, it lost control and crashed into her.

I took two steps forward and stepped in front of Kira in time.

The bicycle and I both fell to the ground on either side of her. Through her jeans, I felt a sharp pain in my shinbone
, and something hot flowed down my calf.

The car owner kept apologizing, saying there was an emergency at home and he needed to go back immediately. He left his contact information and
left in a hurry.

The reason I let him go was largely because of my deep gratitude towards him. Although I
was injured , I naturally stayed.

She helped me upstairs to her rather cramped studio apartment.

The limited space was used to its fullest extent, but the side effect was that there wasn't even enough room for a chair.

So she put me on the small bed.

There was no unpleasant smell in the room, but rather a faint, pleasant fragrance. Compared to my own shanty, I was almost ashamed to the point of wanting to disappear
.

"Sorry, it's very cramped, isn't it? There's nothing I can do, this is the only place I can afford for now."

Kira magically produced a first-aid kit. I tried to roll up the legs of my jeans. But the tight
jeans were difficult to roll up even normally, and touching the wound made me wince in pain.

"If you don't mind," Kira's cheeks silently flushed slightly, "Hua-kun, take your pants off
."

A day's journey had left a strong smell inside the jeans. She must have smelled it, but she didn't say
anything . She bent down to clean my wound, apply medicine, and put on an OK bandage.

She took her pajamas and went into the only bathroom/dressing room. Then I heard the sound of running water.

What was she doing in there? What kind of smell would her clothes have?

Thinking this, my lower body gradually became more alert.

No, I really want to take a shower.

But, this strong smell can't be covered up by a pair of underwear. The small space
would definitely be filled with the scent of photinia.

Fortunately, she reappeared in front of me after a short while.

She had removed her makeup, taken off her business suit and stockings, and changed into a pink nightgown. Her two cute
little feet peeked out from her white slippers, reminding me of the peeled water chestnuts at home.

"Hey, Hua-jun, we only have barley tea left. Would you like some if you don't mind?"

"Sure, I'm a little thirsty. Thank you."

4.

Although it couldn't compare to the white peach oolong tea specially offered by the ramen shop, the refreshing barley tea was
a godsend for me, who was burning with desire.

I held the bear-shaped mug of barley tea in both hands, carefully concealing the strange feeling in my lower body.

Kira sat next to me. Without her makeup, her skin wasn't as good as before; it was slightly yellowish, and
her eye sockets had a light brown tinge. But the added warmth and humanity made her seem more approachable.

She was exhausted. Yet she still had to struggle in this city. She said that if the remittance was delayed by three days, her family
would call to collect the payment.

Her younger brother wasn't doing well in school and needed to attend an expensive private middle school. The expenses would likely increase further.

But she had no choice and was content with it. She recounted the little things about her brother, her affection for him
overflowing.

I felt a pang of sadness.

She said that her current boss often tried to take advantage of her under various pretexts. She was distressed, but her current
job provided a stable income, so she dared not react strongly and could only try her best to deal with it.

Did he succeed in taking advantage of you? Did he touch your breasts? These questions were impossible to ask.

"Actually, Hua-jun, you," Qi-luo said, her eyes filled with wistful longing, "miss my younger brother very much."

Was she used as a substitute? She didn't know whether to feel lucky or disappointed.

The scent of a girl gradually fermented in the small space. Beneath her loose pajamas, her slender breasts
were faintly visible .

Her lower body throbbed with pain, forming an arc that her hands couldn't fully cover.

She must have seen it. Otherwise, why would the blush on her face linger?

Fortunately, the order to leave hadn't arrived yet. Perhaps it was because of her leg injury that she was too embarrassed to speak first.

I, too, shamelessly continued chatting with her, making small talk.

The atmosphere gradually became strange. Or rather, my arrival and stay were strange in themselves.

"Hey, Hua-kun," she said, as if gathering her courage, "Could you... call me 'O-ne-chan'
(older sister)?"

"Ah, sure, is that right? 'O-ne-chan' (older sister)?"

"Ah, yes!" Kira nodded vigorously, reaching out to brush the hair behind my head.

I obediently lowered my head, feeling her intense gaze out of the corner of my eye.

Gradually, her eyes reddened.

"Hey, Hua-kun, I haven't been home for two years. Although it's not far, I
get triple pay for working overtime on holidays."

"Thank you, Hua-kun, for keeping me company this night." She wiped her eyes, smiling gently.

"As payment, let me help you."

5.

A soft hand slipped inside my underwear, gently stroking my erect penis.

Her movements weren't clumsy; it wasn't the first time she'd offered such help.

Who had she helped before? Her ex-boyfriend, or her younger brother?

When I came to my senses, she had already taken my hand. I tried to stand up uncomfortably, but she
gently pressed me back down on the bed.

"Hey, Hua-jun, let me help you." She knelt opposite me, unfastening her underwear and
using both hands to stroke my penis.

With the pre-ejaculate, her movements became even smoother. I gazed at her face, and she gazed at my
lower body; something forbidden yet beautiful passed between them.

"Sister, I..."

she soothed my penis while promptly absorbing my release with a tissue.

"Hua-jun's, so much, so thick." She glanced at the tissue in her hand, crumpled it into a ball, and
threw it into the wastebasket beside her.

Helping me, who was completely stunned, put my underwear back on, she returned to the bathroom, where the sound of running water resumed.

"Hey, this is a reward for your little brother's improved studies." Her gentle eyes comforted my bewildered state, and
Qi Luo used a towel to wipe the sweat from my forehead.

"I...I have to go." I managed to utter a normal sentence with difficulty.

"Ah, okay, I..." Seemingly unprepared for my sudden departure, she hurriedly said, "Let me help you .
"

Judging from her lip movements, she probably meant to say, "See me off."

But considering all aspects, she couldn't stay with me any longer. Tomorrow she had work, she needed
to deal with her perverted boss, and raise her beloved little brother.

I supported myself with my hands to stand up. Although my legs still ached slightly, walking shouldn't be a problem.

"Hua-jun, slow down!"

Qi Luo hurriedly tried to help me, but accidentally touched my sore spot. Instinctively, I pulled her close,
and we both lost our balance and tumbled onto the bed.

"Hua-jun, I'm sorry, mmm..."

As if possessed, facing those petal-like lips so close to mine, I instinctively kissed her.

Struggle, acquiescence, yielding, exploration.

Our lips parted, and I dared not look into her eyes. My hands braced against her sides, yet I couldn't bear to leave. This
ending, I feared, would never begin again.

"Hua-jun, tonight, don't leave."

6.

She placed a towel on the bed, letting me lie flat on it.

"Hua-jun has an injury on her leg, please let me handle it."

I looked up at her body. Her pale, honey-colored skin, without tan lines, seemed to
reveal ; her full breasts responded to the movement of her body, making her raspberry-like nipples particularly alluring.

She led this fleeting encounter, manipulating our bodies to draw closer.

In the instant our lips gently touched, she said, "Hua-jun, thank you."

Her body carried the coolness of a post-shower bath, while my vagina felt warm and comfortable, like a hot bath.

She let out a soft hum, slowly moving her body up and down. My penis was repeatedly gripped and released by her soft flesh,
a soul-stirring pleasure surging from my lower body. My hands rested on her waist, feeling
the relaxation and contraction of her muscles.

She seemed tired, her upper body slowly lowering, lying on top of me, her hands hooking around my neck.

"Hua-jun, I need to rest for a while," Qi Luo gasped.

I gradually began to "retaliate," my hips thrusting upwards, lifting Qi Luo's body, then falling down with her.

With my movements, Qi Luo let out a soft, cat-like hum in my ear.

"Hua-jun, you little rascal."

Qi Luo's waist and abdomen had a thin layer of soft flesh—not quite fat, but incredibly
comfortable .

She regained some strength and slowly returned to a sitting position.

"Hua-jun, are you ready to receive your punishment?"

Before I could react, her hands pressed against my chest, pinning me firmly to the bed. Then,
using my body as a fulcrum, her hips began to writhe up and down.

Was this really punishment?

I don't know, my breathing was forced to synchronize with her movements, the sensation in my lower body became clearer and more sensitive.

"I'm here!"

"No, don't!"

My mind went blank, my hands wrapped around her waist, my body trembling instinctively, releasing something.

"You little rascal."

7.

Nobody.

The encounter was fake, the romantic encounter was fake too. I didn't get off the train decisively, but watched helplessly as the doors closed.

I regretted it, got off, took the tram in the opposite direction, and returned to the station I had just passed, but
she was already gone.

Was she alright? Or had she met someone else who gave her purified water?

Was she alright? Would she take him into her apartment? Was

she alright? Was her relationship with her brother still so good?

8.

"Exam time is up, please leave the room in order, the invigilator will collect the exam papers."

I looked at the blank essay box, my heart still immersed in the disappointment from just now.

The students started walking out of the exam room, there was no time left.

I picked up my pen and quickly wrote some nonsensical sentences in the essay section.

I return to this familiar place,

my heart heavy with longing, but she is gone, leaving me heartbroken.

By the wall, amidst the overgrown grass,

only a few violets bloom.

[The End]

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