[Adult] Dedicated to My Brother (Part 1) Original Author: Haruka Fuse - Incest Novel

Dedicated to My Brother (Part 1) Original Author: Haruka Fuse Publisher: Ryusei Typist: chaogo
Prologue: My Sister One sleepless night, this summer was particularly sweltering for the remote village nestled deep in the mountains. The courtyard was shrouded in darkness; the treetops swayed in the wind, perhaps due to the strong breeze. Even so, the air in the room with the windows open remained heavy and stagnant.
I closed my eyes, gazing vaguely at the orange streetlights, and slowly turned over.
Suddenly, my fading consciousness was swept away by a gust of wind, and less than five centimeters in front of me appeared the sleeping face of a long-haired girl—my peacefully sleeping younger sister.
Why is my sister sleeping here? My mind and body were churning from the violent shock. She should be sleeping in her own room across the hallway, but somehow she's sleeping next to me… I slowly got up and sat on the blanket; because of the recent sweltering heat, she wasn't covered by a blanket, and her petite, curled-up figure came into my view. Her white yukata was slightly disheveled, and her neck and thighs radiated an incredible allure under the nightlight.
The reason my sister's sleeping posture is so alluring to me is because I have always loved her deeply. And this is not just simple sibling love, but rather incestuous love that clearly violates morality.
My younger sister, frail from a young age due to illness, was the apple of our family's eye. I, in particular, always watched with awe as her fragile life, six years my junior, grew. Later, as she grew older and understood the fragility of her own life, she spent most of her time with me, her only playmate. I rarely went to school in the village at the foot of the mountain; after school, I would refuse all invitations from classmates and rush home without hesitation to find my sister waiting for me. Even later, when she couldn't attend school, I continued to do this every day, so I never had any friends, but I had no regrets. As time passed and I entered puberty, I began to realize that my sister was different from me, belonging to the opposite sex. At first, it was just a faint feeling, but as the days went by, it grew deeper and deeper… Before long, we faced a major change in our lives…
The unexpected deaths of our parents shocked my siblings and me. Our once warm and loving home was plunged into sorrow by this sudden tragedy. For my sister's sake, who couldn't yet comprehend the situation, I managed to suppress my grief and get through this difficult time. However, misfortune never comes singly; a series of unexpected events followed, turning our warm home into an empty and desolate place.
However, in the six months following my parents' passing, I dared not make a move, but now, a year later… A hoarse sound escaped my throat as I swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in my mouth. Those defenseless, immature limbs lying there stimulated my mind like a torrent. A heat rose between my legs, and the wicked serpent began to stir. I felt a sharp dizziness, and slowly reached out, my trembling fingertips touching the cotton fabric. I gently pinched it, quietly rolling it upwards. In the soft, orange light, her stunningly beautiful white thighs were gradually revealed. In my increasingly hazy consciousness, I was unaware of what I was doing, just moving unconsciously… No, perhaps my consciousness was clear at that moment; I was simply mesmerized by my sister's delicate skin! I rolled up the hem of her pristine white yukata, glimpsing a small, rounded bottom.
"Mmm...uh-huh..." My sister rolled over unintentionally. Startled, I quickly withdrew my hand, but I was just imagining things. As if tempting me, she spread her legs before me, her gentle breath tickling my ear, indicating that the movement was merely an unconscious coincidence. However, at the point where her legs met on one leg, a forbidden garden was revealed, stirring my mind.
My younger sister, who usually only wears a yukata, wasn't wearing underwear. Her bare lower body captivated my gaze, and the python between her legs surged with desire, yearning to taste the forbidden fruit. Even sacred texts record that humanity, throughout history and across cultures, has been unable to resist this temptation. However, having only lived for nineteen years, I was certainly not at the point of enlightenment, so my desire clumsily began to translate into action.
I lay prone on the ground, slowly approaching my prey, probably resembling a hungry beast to onlookers! Of course, at this moment, I was not only devoid of any rational thought, but also completely lost in a daze, and besides, nothing was stopping me.
I brought my face close to her smooth lower abdomen, the soft downy hair swaying with my frantic breathing. My gaze drifted downwards, revealing a clear, straight cleft, the alluring flesh forming a embankment, reminding me of my sister's pitiful lips. I parted my lips slightly, and a tingling fragrance immediately filled my nostrils; I knew it was the smell of ammonia, yet it didn't feel dirty at all. I gently extended my tongue from between my tightly closed lips and licked my sister's secret place.
"Hmm...uh..." My sister's weak breathing startled me for a moment, but I understood after a few seconds.
Yes, my sister certainly longed for this too, otherwise, why would she be lying next to me? I continued to lick that innocent secret place with my tongue, greedily savoring the forbidden taste.
"Ugh... Ahh... Ugh... Ugh..."
Perhaps it was the joy brought by comfort, for she breathed a sweet yet helpless sigh, a sound that drove my consciousness mad. What point would it make to maintain my rationality at this moment? Isn't it perfectly natural for two people who love and need each other to become one? This thought completely dominated my mind. Once I crossed this wall, all I had to do was let myself run wild in the world of desire. I hoisted her slender legs onto my shoulders and buried my face in the center of her garden. I took deep breaths, intoxicated by the fragrance that no flower could match, and continued to lick the bottom of her undulating valley behind her secret cleft, which began to moisten slightly. If that was love fluid, it meant that my sister was also excited, right? I thought to myself as I sucked the droplets overflowing from her body, my tongue wriggling frequently, making obscene sounds as I sucked on her immature petals. What I wanted was her wanton nectar.
"Ah...ahhh...mmm..."
A sweet, panting breath, like waves crashing on the shore, entered my ears. She's panting so heavily, could she still be asleep? Or perhaps she's already…
My burning, throbbing groin was brimming with wicked power. My sweating body craved this tender flesh more than my own will. I gently placed my sister's feet on the blanket, my body, dominated by wicked lust, covering her pure and innocent limbs.
"I...want...want to make love...want to do something pleasurable..."
With a jumble of breath, the words swirling in my mind burst forth. "I want to make love," these self-murmured words gripped my body and mind like a spell. I roughly ripped off my t-shirt, carelessly pulled down my underwear, and the beast between my legs, freed from its restraints, immediately bared its fangs and claws. Completely inexperienced with women, I nervously pressed my weapon against my pitiful lips. In a sense, it was a solemn ritual, a calm reflection, rising and falling in a dimension different from reason. I didn't want this moment, which I had longed for day and night, to end after this chaotic struggle. Just then…
"Brother...brother..."
My sister, who had only been panting before, suddenly called out to me. Even at this point, I could only awkwardly and hastily pull away. My sister must have woken up by now… My mind was a complete mess. “Ugh… ugh, brother…”
My sister called me again. I couldn't tell if it was sleep talking or something between sleep and wakefulness. I bent over, looking at her face; her long eyelashes trembled slightly. Her big, bright eyes remained closed, yet I felt deeply watched. Was it because of my forbidden act that I was experiencing paranoia? Once I regained my composure, I finally found the source of the gaze. It was a gaze fixed on me with embarrassment, a half-shrunken steel rod dangling uglyly, and a pair of timid eyes. It was myself—my reflection in the antique mirror I'd asked my mother for to draw self-portraits and sketches! The moment I realized it, fear gripped my mind. I had actually done such a thing! And then, my sister's words shocked me even more.
"Ah, brother...brother, hurry up..."
I don't know why my sister said those things. In fact, I'm not even sure if she was conscious at all, but I can't respond to her...
Chapter 1 The Takagihara Family The train suddenly lurched. Awakening from a deep sleep, I scratched the hair that fell in front of my eyes and stared blankly out the window. Outside lay a vibrant green meadow and rugged rocky mountains. Gazing at the scenery with deep emotion, I sighed to myself. "I actually fell asleep. It's probably because I didn't sleep last night."
My name is Toshihiko Takagihara, and I am a new illustrator based in Tokyo.
Some people praise me as a rising young conservative painter, but in order to survive in this world where strength determines everything, I have no choice but to accept those boring adjectives.
Actually, I should be racking my brains right now working on the cover art for the critically acclaimed sequel to the game "t☆bari.mkⅱ". However, I'm far away from Tokyo, heading back to my hometown – Hatsugake Village in T Prefecture, the place I left three years ago.
To get back to Fashugaku Village, one must take the National Railway, then transfer to a rural private railway, and finally board a remote local monorail, arriving in about an hour and a half. The village has a population of less than 800. Despite being a remote mountain village with no tourism prospects and only one train running each way daily, the fact that a railway was built there has always seemed unbelievable to me since childhood. I had heard that the railway was originally intended for transporting timber and other supplies during wartime. However, after the war, to allow city dwellers to purchase directly, the trains reportedly ran many times a day, but now it's almost never used. This rural railway, whose operation is already a miracle, once had its glorious days. I abandoned my work and traveled thousands of miles back to this impoverished land because of a telegram from my hometown that simply stated, "Kotomi is critically ill; return home immediately." It almost broke my heart, and that's why I didn't sleep a wink last night.
For me, who had long planned to abandon my family, the only thing I couldn't let go of was the safety of my younger sister, Kotomi, with whom I depended on each other. Of course, I couldn't be indifferent to the news that my sister, who was already suffering from illness, was critically ill. I could only hurriedly apologize to the manufacturers and quickly pack my bags to return home.
As I gazed out the window, lost in thought, a sweet, nasal voice suddenly came from beside me. A young woman who had slept too far out of position and was leaning on my shoulder had woken up.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked her. The young girl, rubbing her sleepy eyes, nodded. She was Kusanagi Jasmine, a female university student... I think! Actually, we had only met three hours earlier at the starting station of the mountain railway to Fashugake Village; she said she was twenty years old and was traveling alone during her university break. After learning that I was from the area, she kept chatting with me while we waited in the waiting room and asked me to accompany her to Fashugake Village. She seemed like a fearless and cheerful girl. At first, I thought she was annoying, but before I knew it, I had struck up a conversation with her, and before I knew it, I had even told her the whole reason for my return home.
"Um, how long did I sleep?"
"About an hour later, I fell asleep too..."
"Oh, you don't look too well. When I first met you, you looked like you were about to die. Ah, I'm sorry! My sister is critically ill, which is understandable..." Jasmine's expression darkened, and her tone became low, as if she was worried about me.
"Don't worry about me. My sister has been in poor health since she was little. I was prepared for this. Besides, I left her at home alone when I left..."
In fact, I've been so busy with work lately that I completely forgot about my sister before the telegram arrived. No, I meant to forget about my sister; in reality, she is irreplaceable in my life.
"But blood ties aren't so easily severed, are they? I also have a younger brother, so I know very well that Mr. Takagihara must have loved his sister very much..."
I was speechless, and she gave me a gentle smile.
"It's better not to suppress your feelings. In short, a few words in a telegram aren't enough to understand the whole situation. Maybe by the time you get back, you'll be past the danger or even fully recovered!"
"That would be great, I hope it comes true..."
"That's right, following your feelings is the best approach."
The gloom that had gradually settled over me as we approached Fashuyue Village was dispelled by her cheerful words. However, in a corner of my heart, the thought of how to face my sister at her bedside still lingered.
"Are we almost at the final stop? Of all the passengers on this train, only the two of us are left..."
"The villagers don't usually go out much, and of course, tourists like you are even rarer. So why do you want to go to Faxuyue Village?"
"Huh? Ah, this... it's because... our conversation in the waiting room at Chimao Tailuo Station sparked this interest!"
"I don't remember talking about any topics that young girls would be interested in..."
"I want to go to a secluded place, to be alone and think things through quietly..."
"Is that why you casually struck up a conversation with me?"
"Huh? Uh, that's because... never mind, I apologize if this has caused you any trouble."
"At first, that was true, but now I should thank you. If this hadn't happened, I don't think I would have ever come back. That was my original plan when I left home, so I'm feeling particularly bad. But it's so good to have someone to talk to!" "Are you afraid to see your sister and parents?"
When she suddenly asked me that question, I fell silent. Indeed, I felt uneasy about reuniting with my sister, whom I had abandoned and who was in critical condition, but it was a different story when it came to my parents.
Because my siblings and I are no longer with us. Both my father and mother passed away four years ago, the year before I left home. When I fell silent, her gaze quickly changed. She didn't seem to be urging me to answer, but I could tell she was waiting for my reaction.
When I told her that her parents had both died in an accident four years ago, she softly replied, "My experience is the same as yours," and slowly moved closer to me. Was it because this man she had met by chance shared a similar fate with her that she felt a sense of kinship? In any case, a calm and silent atmosphere slowly flowed between the two of them.
Soon, the two-carriage antique diesel train clattered across the stream and arrived at Faxuyue Village, a remote and impoverished village deep in the mountains.
"This is Fashugaku Village. Although it's the final stop, this station is so small!" After getting off the train, Jasmine looked around and said. Not only was it small, Fashugaku Village Station was also a rudimentary, unmanned station. Although there was a maintenance and repair area for the trains, almost all of it was done by the starting station at the foot of the mountain. I explained this to her, and she tilted her head and thought about it.
"Hmm, but the mountain road is open now, so why aren't there any abandoned sections?"
"It's better to have something than nothing, isn't that human nature? Besides, I didn't know about this in recent years, but I've never heard of any rumors about the poor management of the Faxuyue Village mountain railway before."
"Could it be that some rich person is backing it?"
"Perhaps, but I remember it was a business jointly run by the villagers."
"But isn't it too lifeless?"
"The people in this village are very closed off, and they become unnecessarily wary of outsiders, so tourists don't want to come. But then again, there's really nothing here that attracts tourists."
The origins of Hakugake Village are said to have begun with a settlement of surviving Taira clan warriors from Dan-no-ura, a legend found throughout Japan. Out of fear of the Minamoto clan's conquest, these warriors endured hardship and lived a life of ignominy, eventually forming this closed-off village society. Even after more than eight hundred years, these vices persist into the modern era.
Having traveled far from my hometown, I'm practically an outsider now. Within the limited visibility of the small train station, I didn't see anyone there to warmly welcome us. In this village where no one gets off, there's just a small square in front of the station, practically devoid of passersby.
"What are you going to do now? There are no inns in this village where you can stay."
Moreover, we took the last train back; the next one wasn't until tomorrow morning. Not only that, there were no buses or taxis available, and the nearest guesthouse was a three-hour walk uphill. "No way!? This is really a headache!"
However, she didn't seem troubled at all. Although I felt sorry for not explaining the situation in the village to her in more detail, I was in a hurry to get back to my critically ill sister and didn't have the mind to care about her. Anyway, I asked her if she would like to come to my house.
Jasmine's fragrance bloomed with a smile, but then her brows furrowed deeply.
"But is this really a good idea? You're going to see your critically ill sister, right? It wouldn't be convenient to bring a stranger home, would it?"
That's true, but there's no other way at this time. I believe that helping others is the source of happiness, and this has nothing to do with my sister's matter.
"I don't mind. My sister will definitely understand. She's a thousand times gentler than anyone else."
We put our tickets into the tin can tied to the pillar, passed through the empty ticket gate, and started our journey. It was a twenty-minute walk up a mountain path from the station to my house, but luckily Frizzy was wearing low-heeled loafers, so it only took her less than ten minutes to see the wall of her old home. However, it was still a three-minute walk from the wall to the gate.
After we reached the gate, she made a strange noise and asked me.
"Huh? Your hometown? It can't really be here, can it? What a big house! So you're the eldest son of this place..." "No, it's just an old, big house!"
The house is big, but I've never considered myself some kind of rich kid. In this village where land is cheap, families with spacious courtyards are everywhere; my old home is just one of the more conspicuous ones. This home, where I've spent nineteen years, holds endless memories and longing, but I have reasons to abandon all of it.
Jasmine looked at me with a questioning gaze as I stood in front of the door.
"What's wrong? Go check on your sister right away!"
"I know, but a man who suddenly disappeared without a word one day, and spent three years living a dissolute life, suddenly comes home..." "This is your home, isn't it? You received the telegram; couldn't you have just said 'I'm back'?"
Yes, I did receive the telegram. I shouldn't be here as a guest. The only question is, who knew my Tokyo address? I didn't notify them myself, and besides, I haven't contacted this place since I left home.
"Hey, hey, don't hesitate, go inside already! Aren't you worried about your sister? You're making me anxious!"
Before she could finish speaking, she started knocking on the door and shouting loudly.
"Excuse me! Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"
No one answered the door, but she persisted and knocked several more times until a deep male voice finally answered.
"Who is it?"
"Your young master has returned. May I ask that you open the door?"
As soon as Frizzy finished speaking, the sound of a door being bolted was heard. A tall, robust man stepped out. This seemingly serious and meticulous man, named Tatsuzo Hasegawa, was the driver who had lived in the house since before I was born.
Jasmine stepped back, pushing against my back. I twisted my body to hide my embarrassment. Hasegawa silently scrutinized us with a solemn gaze, as if he needed to say something.
"Um...Mr. Hasegawa, it's me, Toshihiko. Have you forgotten me?" "No!"
The reply was extremely cold, and I couldn't help but shrink back, like a scolded child. I felt embarrassed and wronged. He seemed to read my mind, looking at me with icy eyes. "Is there something you need?" Speechless, I could only stare blankly at this indifferent man.
"Wait a minute! He came back to see his sister because she's critically ill. Why are you asking him what's wrong?"
After glancing at the interrupting Jasmine, Hasegawa stared at me coldly again.
"Miss Kotomi, is she critically ill?"
"Isn't that right? I received a telegram saying 'Kotomi is critically ill, come home immediately,' so I rushed back..." "That's not true!"
"However, the telegram did indeed mention Aunt Shizuko's name."
Shizuko is my aunt. After she married into the Kanda family in Kobe, her family moved back to their hometown due to the Great Hanshin Earthquake. My decision to leave my sister behind and leave home was also related to the fact that my aunt's family moved back, which made me feel somewhat at ease.
"Anyway, please let me meet with Kotomi. I'll be at ease to go back once I see she's alright." I refused to give up, but Hasegawa's expression remained unmoved.
"Didn't you say you didn't want this family anymore? And you didn't want Miss Kotomi anymore either? Besides, do you know what the person you abandoned is thinking? Have you ever thought about how Miss Kotomi has been these past few days?"
"Well... of course I've thought about that!"
Can this man understand the pain I felt having to leave my sister behind and leave home? Does he really think I haven't felt any regret over these past three years? But…
"Then why did you have to reopen Kotomi-san's wounds from that separation?" This is the blind spot. What, then, was the reason I ran away from home? He reminded me of Natsume again.
"Go back to your world, it'll be better for everyone!"
I was speechless, and all my strength suddenly vanished, making it almost impossible for me to stand.
"Old man! What exactly do you want? Who are you in this family?"
Jasmine raised her voice, interrupting us again with a provocative tone that made Hasegawa's gaze sharpen even further. "I am a servant of this house!"
"A servant? Ha! You call him a servant? Why should the rightful heir of this household listen to the lectures of a servant?!"
She seemed quite strong-willed, and appeared to be furious, poised to start a huge fight. Her opponent, in contrast, was chillingly calm.
"So, what is your relationship with this family?"
Even the quick-witted Jasmine was speechless; she had no connection to this family to begin with.
"You, you don't need to worry about me, hurry up and let him go see his sister! Even if he can only see her from afar that she's safe and sound, it doesn't matter!"
The descending tone of anger wouldn't escape Hasegawa's ears; it seemed he no longer cared about her. I thought to myself that I should at least verbally support Jasmine and think of a suitable excuse. If I couldn't get into her house, I would have to shamelessly bother someone else, or stagger over to the neighboring village.
"She...she's my fiancée!!"
I made it up on the spot. To give her some weight, I had to say it this way, because Hasegawa knew everything about the family from the beginning, and ordinary lies wouldn't fool him. Since that was the case, the most straightforward way was to lie and say she was going to become family. Jasmine looked surprised for a moment, but immediately seized the opportunity to play along with my story. "I'm Kusanagi Jasmine, but in three months, I'll become Takagihara Jasmine..."
Hasegawa seemed to be trying to see through our trick, staring at us intently. But we really had no way out.
"Mr. Hasegawa, it's fine if you don't know, but I did receive the telegram. Regardless of any mistakes or pranks, the point is, I've brought her here. Are you not even willing to let us stay until tomorrow morning?"
"How about it, Ni? Will our coming into the house cause you any trouble?"
"I understand, please come in!"
It seemed that Jasmine's words changed his mind. No one wants to be caught red-handed, right? Hasegawa had no choice but to agree to let us into the house.
Jasmine and I were led to a room in the building in front of the main hall. This room, about four and a half tatami mats in size, was used to receive visitors. The building itself was like a large, independent entrance hall, with some servants' rooms on both sides of the corridor connecting to the main hall.
The fact that my sister's critical condition hadn't been confirmed gave Jasmine and me some relief. As soon as we entered the room, she began to sigh deeply.
"Wow, it's really impressive! This building connecting to the lobby alone must be the size of an entire metropolis house! And it has such a unique style!"
"I heard from my elders that my ancestors were retainers of the Taira clan who were defeated in the Battle of Dan-no-ura, and they settled here eight hundred years ago!"
"A retainer of the Taira clan? Eight hundred years? Wow, I can't believe it!"
"I heard that my family served as village chiefs for generations until the early Meiji period, but later the position was decided by voting, so now it's just an empty shell! But when villagers visit, they still treat us with respect because of our past relationship, which is quite strange!"
"You make it sound so casual, but finding a family with a maid these days is incredibly difficult, it's like a dream!"
"It's like a dream," I cried out in my heart. The days I spent living with my parents and Qinmei were indeed like a dream, but their untimely deaths turned our dreamlike life into a nightmare in an instant. I tried to escape, but the nightmare still haunts me, at least for now.
"Has your mood worsened? Maybe I was too presumptuous!"
"Ah...no, no, that's not it. Oh, right, I was just pushed to my limit and that's why I said those things. Please don't mind..."
"About my fiancée? It's alright, and it's much more convenient this way. I was initially startled, but it would have been terrible if they had found out!"
"That's true, but if we're going to pretend, let's just keep pretending. We're not planning to stay long anyway, so I think it's better to just muddle through like this. Excuse me, could you be my fiancée for now? Of course, I don't mean to take advantage of you, and it's okay if you don't want to, alright?" My suggestion made her look complicated. We'd only met an hour ago; even if it was just acting, asking her to be my fiancée was really too much. But I couldn't think of any other good way. "Um, but I have a condition..." Her condition was that we would call each other "Junyan" and "Jasmine." I immediately agreed and then asked if she had any other conditions. "No, that's it. The contract is established, Junyan~" "Hey, is that all the conditions?" I was somewhat surprised, having expected many strict conditions, so I confirmed again. Could I really agree to be someone's fiancée so easily? "Mr. Takagihara seems to be a very ethical person. He wouldn't ask me to bathe or sleep together, would he? Well then, let's quickly decide on the details of the engagement." "Y-yes, as you just said, we're getting married in three months, right? Is there anything else we need to confirm?" "Hmm...like how we met in the first place, and what we said when I proposed, etc." As Jasmine spoke, she began to construct the details of the fake engagement. I couldn't help but feel a fondness for her, while also observing her striking appearance, such as her medium-length feathered haircut and light purple shirt. She exuded a perfectly balanced sense of style, which seemed completely out of place in the conservative Hakugaku Village or the Takagihara family, yet it didn't clash with it at all. She tried her best to express her personality while seamlessly blending into her surroundings. This was her unique quality, and perhaps it was simply her nature! "That's about it, hey! Are you even listening?" "Huh? Yes, yes..." "What? Why are you staring at me like that? Are you thinking something you shouldn't be thinking?" "Mind your own business!" I glanced at her again, and she shifted her body slightly. Her shapely figure swayed shyly, a blush rising on her cheeks, her lips, painted with light lipstick, trembled gently. "But, your gaze is too intense. Can you please stop staring at me? Hey, Junyan, if you keep looking like that, I... I can't take it!" A slightly coquettish expression, subtly exuding a shy sexiness, and then, finally...
"Ahhh! I can't take it anymore! My legs are numb!"
It's probably because I'm not used to kneeling, and the blood can't circulate properly in my feet.
"It's okay if you don't kneel."
"Because it's my first time here, I'm nervous..."
"Oh, even you get nervous?"
"That's outrageous! Am I really that rude?"
Jasmine smiled and pretended to be angry. Then, my expression softened. Before I knew it, we were like real lovers, with a harmonious atmosphere between us.
Just then, the paper door leading to the corridor was pulled open with a clatter, revealing a lovely girl. For a moment, my eyes widened, but upon closer inspection, I realized she was my cousin, who looked remarkably like my younger sister, and her name was Kanda Nozomi.
"Mr. Toshihiko? It's been a long time!"
"Wow, it's only been a few years, you've grown so much! I thought I'd mistaken you for someone else!"
To cover up the embarrassment of mistaking her for his younger sister, he could only praise her a couple of times, and she became shy as well.
"Mr. Junyan looks like an actor from a TV drama!"
"Really? I'm just an unknown illustrator!"
"Um...may I go in?"
I nodded and invited her inside. Xiao Wang, wearing a cute light pink dress, bowed slightly to Jasmine and then asked me who she was.
Jasmine and I exchanged a glance, and she gave me confirmation that we were working together.
"Her name is Jasmine, and she's my fiancée!"
"I'm Jasmine, nice to meet you!"
Jasmine smiled warmly at her, and Xiao Wang returned the smile shyly.
"Let me introduce you. This is my cousin, Kanda Nozomi. Uh, I remember you're [age missing], a third-year junior high student, right...?" "I'm [age missing], a first-year high school student! I'm already of legal marriage age!"
"Really? I'm so sorry, but the law is about to be amended, and the marriage age will change then."
"It's still okay now!"
Xiao Wang pouted and sulked. It's normal for girls in puberty to want to get married, so why is she unhappy?
"So, Xiaowang, have you found someone you want to marry?" "Huh? This... uh, um..."
The girl, mortified, became incoherent. She stole a glance at me, her embarrassed expression so endearing; she always reminded me of my own younger sister.
"By the way, Nozomi, how's Kotomi doing lately?"
"Kotomi? She seems alright? I'm not too sure, since she's staying at the annex now..."
"A villa? Why? Her illness must still be quite serious, right?"
My chest trembled again, and then an elegant voice came from the corridor.
"Young Master Junyan, you're back..."
The person who spoke knelt down in the corridor and looked down at us.
This woman, exuding an air of composure... no, rather, a melancholic aura, is Takano Sumie, the daughter of the head steward who committed suicide after my parents passed away. Her mother died of illness when she was young, and she moved into the Takagi family home five years ago with her father, who was the head steward. To Kotomi and me, she was not only a childhood friend but also like an older sister to us.
I still remember clearly the scene when she decided to attend a nursing school in Nagoya and told us she was going to live on campus. Young Kotomi cried incessantly, clinging tightly to Sumie and me, begging us not to leave. My last meeting with Sumie was at her father's funeral. The shock of her father's suicide did not break her; she said she would continue to strive to become a good nurse.
Having gone through all of this, Chengjiang, now dressed in simple maid's attire, knelt respectfully. "I'm back..." "Then, I'll take you to Miss Kotomi's residence!"
"Ah, okay... then, jasmine scent..."
As soon as I spoke, Chengjiang immediately said, "Since he is a patient, please ask Young Master Junyan to go alone!"
"Yes, I'll wait here!"
"Your room is ready, please wait there..."
Chengjiang asked Xiaowang to lead the Jasmine Fragrance, and then asked me to follow her out of the room.
Hasegawa said Kotomi's illness wasn't serious, but if that's true, then what about the telegram? I asked Sumie in the corridor, but she tilted her head and told me she didn't know. Maybe I'm just overthinking it, but I have a feeling she's hiding something.
"Really? Mr. Hasegawa, the driver, also said he didn't know..."
"Mr. Hasegawa is now the manager here..."
Chengjiang's expression darkened, perhaps because Hasegawa's promotion was indirectly caused by his father's suicide. I didn't know how to respond, and at the same time, I was displeased with her overly humble words. She had always spoken with solemnity since childhood, but now, it felt distant and only annoyed me. The Chengjiang I remembered wouldn't call me "Young Master Junyan," and we could chat openly and honestly.
"Um, don't call me 'Young Master,' it feels awkward! Just call me Junyan like before."
"It is only natural for a servant to respect his master, and I will certainly obey your orders, but in my personal opinion..."
An order? Isn't that making a mountain out of a molehill? I couldn't help but feel confused. Between myself and Chengjiang, whom I hadn't seen in so long, I felt an incomprehensible chasm. However, her stubborn personality was exactly like her deceased father's.
"Fine, I don't want to order you around. Do whatever you want!"
"Yes, and please call me Chengjiang!"
"No, to me you're 'Sister Chengjiang,' not a slave."
She remained silent, her expression growing increasingly complex. Was she unhappy with what I had said? Sensing the awkward atmosphere, I quickly changed the subject. "Um, when did Chengjiang-jie get back?"
"I quit my job at the hospital a year ago and moved back here to work as a maid, mainly responsible for housework and taking care of Miss Kotomi."
"I see. How is Kotomi doing? Wasn't she supposed to be staying at the annex?"
"She already had a pre-existing condition, and it's been fluctuating between better and worse. She's currently living in a well-equipped place, and her condition is relatively stable, but we still need to be careful at all times."
"I see. But living so far away is also worrying. What if something happens?"
"There's a call bell connecting there to my room, and I check on her every four hours, so you can rest assured!"
Every four hours? She seemed to take it lightly, but it was hard physical labor, and Chengjiang also had to do housework and needed her own private time, right? Besides, she was sacrificing her sleep time.
"I don't know what to say, but anyway, thank you for everything you've done..."
"Thank you, Young Master Junyan!"
And so, we arrived in silence at the courtyard where Kotomi's residence was located.
Although it's simply called a central courtyard, my family's garden is no ordinary landscape garden. It includes a separate building and warehouses, and even forests and small hills, covering an area far larger than a typical residential park. Both the size of the house and the scale of the garden are truly unique, found only in the deep mountains far from the city. As Jasmine said, it's difficult to find a house like this even across Japan today.
The scenery in the courtyard hasn't changed much since I left home. I've been used to it since I was a child, and it was the place where my frail and sickly sister and I played. Back then, my siblings and I frolicked with the flowers, trees, breeze, and sunshine, living a carefree and happy life with our parents.
From that day on, yes, from the day my parents died, my sister, this family, and I were trapped in a distorted space-time. We became uneasy, anxious, and irritable, surrounded and eroded by layers of panic.
That situation lasted for almost a year. That summer night, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and made a move on Kotomi. Although I didn't cross the final line, the reflection I accidentally saw in the mirror drove me into a terrifying abyss, so I ran away from home.
It's all over now; those happy days are gone forever.
I can never come back. This home, I can never return. "Young Master Junyan, please excuse me, please come in!" Chengjiang said to me before we reached the annex. "If you need anything, please press the call button, and I'll come immediately!"
I looked at the annex behind Chengjiang. This building, smaller and less impressive than the main building, was plain and gloomy, filled with the ill influence of disease. It was said that my great-grandfather originally built it as a study, but all I remember it as a small isolation hut. In fact, my mother had been battling illness here for more than six years. I was very worried about her at the time and often secretly came here to see her. I could always hear my mother's painful cries and my father's encouraging words coming from the annex.
Soon after my mother recovered and returned home, I felt something was amiss. In my mind, my ailing mother and my healthy mother weren't necessarily the same person. It seemed ridiculous, but I thought the difference was too great. Could it be that my mother had two people? I even thought that, but I didn't mention this question to my parents because I was afraid—afraid that my mother…happiness…had been lost… "Young Master Junyan?" "Ah? Ah…yes, I understand, thank you!"
After watching Chengjiang leave, I entered the annex in order to meet my sister.
As I looked around the room that my mother had also used, a young girl got out of bed.
That was my younger sister, Kotomi, whom I hadn't seen for three years.
Upon seeing my sister, it felt as if an electric current surged through my back, my body temperature rose rapidly, my heart felt constricted, my brain felt almost burned, my central nervous system went numb, the scenery before my eyes blurred, my body was covered in cold sweat, I suffered intense tinnitus and a headache, my throat burned, and my lips and tongue were parched, unable to produce a single drop of saliva. I strained with all my might, managing to force a tiny slit in my throat.
But in reality, I only moved my lips slightly; I couldn't even exhale, let alone make a sound. Despite this, the girl slowly turned to me in surprise, her helpless expression instantly transforming into astonishment and then freezing. Then, as if in slow motion, or like ice melting into water, her expression subtly changed.
"elder brother!?"
A sentence, tinged with helplessness yet brimming with explosive emotion, struck me squarely. My blood rushed to my head, my tear ducts opened, and through my blurred vision, only Kotomi's silhouette stood out clearly. "Brother...brother...brother's back!"
I was so pathetic that I almost fainted. My body was convulsing, and I couldn't move according to my will. I could only stare at Kotomi and listen to her voice.
Then, I lost my balance and was about to fall forward. Almost at the same time, Kotomi, her long hair flowing, rushed into my arms.
"Brother! Brother! Big brother!"
Sobbing uncontrollably, Kotomi clung tightly to me, and I embraced her slender figure tightly in return. In these three years, Kotomi had indeed grown a lot, and her appearance was somewhat different from what I remembered, but the person in my arms was indeed my younger sister Kotomi, my most beloved younger sister.
As if pouring out the longing that had been building up in my heart, I softly called my sister's name. "Kotomi..."
"It's my brother's voice, it's my brother's scent, it really is my brother!"
Kotomi held me tightly, confirming my presence with her entire body, her sweet fragrance stimulating my nostrils. From her close embrace, the burning heat and rapid heartbeat flowed into my body like a flood. Kotomi must have felt my body temperature and heartbeat too!
There was nothing between us except shirts and thin yukatas. Her developing, soft texture was pressed against my chest. I felt the small, firm bulge at the top, and the suppressed thoughts since that summer night surged through me like a wave of intense dizziness. I let the overwhelming passion wash over me and held Kotomi tightly.
"You're back, brother. Qin Mei was so worried. Brother, you went to the mountains and never came back..."
"Did you find Dad and Mom? You went to see them, right?" "W-what? What are you talking about?"
"Brother, I'm sorry, Kotomi isn't feeling well and can't go outside much, so I couldn't go with you to find Daddy..."
Was her memory confused? Or...? A cold sweat broke out on my back.
"What's wrong? Brother, are you sick too? You don't look well. Did Kotomi give you her illness?"
"No, no, I'm fine, it's alright!"
"That's good. I really don't know what I would do if my brother got sick too."
"Don't worry, you need to rest and recover quickly!"
"Yes, Kotomi will recover quickly and then be with her brother again... cough, cough cough!"
My sister started coughing and couldn't finish her sentence. What were we doing together? I was both curious and reluctant to know, somewhat understanding yet not quite. As I pondered these thoughts, I considered calling Chengjiang, but she seemed to have recovered.
Compared to being critically ill, this level of illness has been commonplace since childhood. "Anyway, you're healthier than I expected, which is wonderful. But please take care of yourself. I have to go now!"
"Brother, don't leave Kotomi alone again..."
As I left the room, Kotomi pleaded with me, and I could only nod silently.
My sister wasn't critically ill, and I was increasingly concerned about the telegram. If it was a prank, who could it be? None of my friends in Tokyo knew my past, and neither my family nor my neighbors in the village could possibly know where I lived. So who was it? And why? Perhaps because I felt more at ease, I began to ponder the telegram aimlessly. Suddenly, I noticed Hasegawa blocking my way, looking down at me with the cold, devilish gaze of a messenger from hell. "You saw that Miss Kotomi is alright; you've achieved your goal?"
His voice was completely flat and monotone; he seemed eager to get rid of me as quickly as possible. Actually, I had no intention of staying here long-term, so why did this man treat me like a plague? When he was a driver, he was a quiet and kind man; something must have happened while I was away!
"I guess so. What about Shizuko?"
"She's gone out and won't be back for a while!"
The telegram was sent by Aunt Shizuko. I had hoped to find some clues from her, but she was not around, so there was nothing I could do.
"Anyway, dinner is ready, please proceed to the dining room!"
With an air of importance about it, I shrugged and walked back towards the hall.
Chapter Two. When I arrived at the restaurant, Jasmine was already there waiting for me. "Junyan, why are you so slow?"
"Hmm... something came up and I was delayed. Why aren't you going in?" "Because I feel uneasy being alone. Nozomi asked me a lot of questions earlier, so I think I haven't been found out..." I started to get anxious. If it turned out that Jasmine was a fake fiancée, I really didn't know how I would face Hasegawa. Anyway, let's go into the dining room first and talk about it. In the room, which was about twenty tatami mats in size, sat my uncle, Kanda Yasuyuki, and two children, Shingo and Nozomi. Sumie was moving back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room, silently preparing dinner. As soon as I stepped into the room, my uncle spoke first. "Oh, Toshihiko, it's been a long time. You seem to be doing well!"
"Long time no see! Thanks to you, I'm doing well, and everyone's healthy!" "Not bad, not bad. My son and daughter are healthy, and my little brother is even healthier, hahaha!"
The uncle seemed quite pleased with his crude joke and began to grin widely. Of course, he was the only one who could laugh; Jasmine even showed a clear expression of disgust.
"But who sent me the telegram? And who said Kotomi was critically ill?"
"Kotomi is critically ill? There's a limit to jokes. I don't know, does anyone know? Shingo? Nozomi?"
The Kanda siblings both said they didn't know, so it probably really was a prank.
"Really? But the sender's name is Aunt Shizuko's..." "She's not here today and won't be back tonight. Just ask her when she gets back!"
I was puzzled as I sat down at the dining table, and Jasmine was sitting next to me.
"Never mind that for now. I heard you returned triumphantly with your fiancée today, right? This must be Miss Jasmine, a real beauty. Not bad, Junyan, you've got some skills!"
As I introduced Jasmine and shared my recent situation, my uncle, equally beaming, occasionally chimed in with a silly joke, amusing himself. In stark contrast to my cheerful Uncle Kang, the atmosphere at the dinner table grew increasingly awkward.
My uncle, who was not only middle-aged but also beginning to enter old age, had a personality just like his lewd and fat appearance. I have never seen anyone as unpleasant to everyone as he has.
"However, your work is going well, and you've even found a beautiful fiancée. Although I don't know why, running away from home certainly came at a price!"
Why bring up something you shouldn't talk about? Seeing me remain silent, Xiao Wang timidly interjected.
"Dad, it's almost time to eat!"
Xiaowang and Qinmei are the same age and have looked very similar since they were little. Xiaowang, who was still quite young before I left home, would come to play whenever there was a long school break. Unlike Qinmei, she was always full of energy and often went with me to sketch landscapes, while also doodling on her own.
Sitting next to me was Jingo, who must be quite grown up. Unlike my family, the Kanda family seemed to have a more meticulous older brother than a younger sister. His metal-framed glasses and the pointed chin he inherited from his mother gave him a neurotic air. He didn't say a word, only glancing around constantly with the corner of his eye, as if he was thinking about something.
"Dad, dinner's ready! Jun-xiong, no, Mr. Junyan and the others must be hungry too..."
"Ah, it's my fault, I'm so sorry! Let's eat! Don't be shy, eat as much as you want. Hey, Chengjiang, bring out more dishes!"
Chengjiang's home-cooked meals were incredibly delicious, but seeing my uncle's expression, Jasmine and I lost our appetites. "What's wrong? Is Chengjiang's cooking not to your liking?" "No, it's delicious!"
"Then eat more! You're going to have a good time tonight!"
"Enjoy what?" I regretted the question as soon as it left my mouth. Asking such a question would only add fuel to the fire, as was easily imaginable. Needless to say, my uncle grinned lewdly and began to ramble on. "In this desolate wilderness, when it comes to enjoyment, there's only one thing, and you can probably guess it's sex! Oh, where did you learn that phrase? The vocabulary young people use these days is getting more and more interesting!"
"Uncle!" "What's there to be shy about? You two are engaged, it's normal to do this kind of thing, right? Jasmine!"
Jasmine ignored him, but he asked an even more embarrassing question. "By the way, what positions do you two usually use?" "Aren't you embarrassed to talk about this in front of Jinwu and Xiaowang? It's also very rude to Jasmine!" "Are you trying to accuse me of sexual harassment? You don't need to worry about my two kids. They're not children anymore. Besides, aren't compensated dating popular among young people in the city these days? We've long entered the era of free sex. How many men did Jasmine sleep with before she met Junyan?" My uncle still smiled lewdly, with a provocative attitude. My fist unconsciously clenched under the table, and then Jasmine's hand covered it.
"I...slept with three men. I never intended to hide it, so it's your freedom to have any opinions about me."
Her forced statement startled me, and I froze.
"Hahaha! What an honest and good girl, so wonderful! Junyan, you couldn't find a woman like her even with a lantern. Don't even mention three months from now, I'll raise a glass to congratulate you both right now!" My uncle grinned broadly. Seeing his smiling face gave me goosebumps and made me feel extremely uncomfortable. To be honest, I wanted to run out of this house immediately; now that I was sure my sister was alright, and considering the fact that I had pretended to be Jasmine's fiancée, there was no point in staying any longer; moreover, my uncle's vulgar and shameless words were unbearable. I even seriously considered taking Jasmine to the neighboring village on foot, but I didn't do that; it was because she had resolutely taken a confrontational stance against my uncle. Since I had let her get involved in this mess, I had an obligation to take care of her. At least until we left together tomorrow morning, I would absolutely protect her completely.
The delicious food prepared by Chengjiang was unfortunately tasteless when we were forced to eat it, and dinner time finally came to an end.
"Junyan, this is your home. Stay as long as you want. Tonight, stretch out your big stick and make Jasmine feel like she's in heaven, hahaha!" Uncle didn't forget to make one last lewd joke before leaving the restaurant. Immediately afterward, the Kanda siblings also stood up from their chairs. Nozomi looked at me, as if she had something to say.
"Um, Mr. Toshihiko, um... please teach me to draw again next time..."
"Oh, of course!" "Wow, thank you!"
Beside Xiao Wang, who was smiling happily, Jin Wu, with a tense face, spoke softly.
"Xiao Wang, let's go, it's time to study!"
"Um... okay, Mr. Toshihiko, Ms. Jasmine, I'll be going now!"
After the twins left, Chengjiang said to us.
"Your room is the same one we just led Miss Jasmine to." "Huh? We're staying in the same room?" "Yes, it's the Uru-za room. Mr. Yasuyuki said it was the most suitable."
"That wretched Uncle Kang!" I cursed inwardly. The room between my robes was used to receive newlywed guests.
"And he said he only wants one comforter..." "That's really too much..."
I was stunned by my uncle's meticulous yet wicked plan. He seemed determined to have me and Jasmine together no matter what. I glanced beside me and received an unexpected answer.
"I don't care..."
Wait a minute, but I'm bothered by this. I don't know what she's thinking, but everything is being manipulated by my uncle, which I find quite repulsive. But then again, when I think of that summer night, I don't want to go back to my old room and sleep alone.
After being confused for a while, I decided that it would be better to stay with Jasmine for now, since I had to stay in a house I didn't know. Besides, I was tired after the long trip and wanted to rest as soon as possible.
I politely declined Chengjiang's offer to lead the way and left with Jasmine. On the way to Wuru's place, Jasmine kept stealing glances at my face. From my perspective, my uncle's situation made me feel inferior, and honestly, I really didn't know how to face all of this.
"Junyan...uh, um...would you...would you look down on me?"
She was the first to speak, unable to hold back. "How could I possibly look down on you? On the contrary, Uncle Kangzhi went so far as to say such hurtful things, yet you didn't back down an inch. No one else would have had the courage to take such a resolute stance!"
I'm telling the truth, what happened in the past doesn't matter! Besides, although we've only known each other for a few hours, I don't think she's the kind of girl who would say such things so casually in front of others. Her spirit of defying her uncle won me over.
"I would even say I have great respect for you. This is the place called 'Wu Ru Zhi'..."
In the room, which was only eight tatami mats in size, as Chengjiang had said, there was only one futon. We arranged our luggage appropriately, turned our backs to each other, and changed into the yukatas that had been prepared for us. Wearing the loose yukatas, we felt more comfortable. That should be true, but in reality, even though we wanted to relax, we felt strange all over.
"What's wrong with you? Relax!"
"You're the one who seems really nervous."
Why would I be nervous?
"How should I know? But he looks so nervous."
"No way! Um, what are you planning to do tonight? Ah, don't get me wrong, that's not what I meant."
"I know you're not that kind of man."
Her soft whispers seemed to carry some hidden meaning. I was somewhat concerned, but pressing her for an answer would be awkward, so I decided against it. Seeing her thoughtful expression, I could only remain silent.
A heavy silence fell, an atmosphere utterly out of place between us. Even the fact that we, a fake engaged couple, were in this room was strange in itself.
I never expected to be so bored after dinner. My uncle's joking remark flashed through my mind, and I shook my head inwardly in rejection.
There was something to say, but this time it was Jasmine who spoke first.
"Junyan, how about we go for a walk? Let's stroll through the courtyard and clear our heads!"
"Ah, great, of course, I agree!"
After a serious back-and-forth banter, she finally regained her usual smile. We stepped out from the terrace into the courtyard and strolled leisurely through the garden bathed in the setting sun. "This courtyard is so big, I'm so envious!"
"Here, the size of the courtyard is nothing special; the surrounding mountains and fields feel like your own backyard." "That's what makes it even more enviable!"
"Really? I've lived in Tokyo for three years, and I always felt more comfortable there than here. It's probably more to my liking. Of course, the drinking water is much worse!"
At the end of the courtyard, there was an old warehouse, and we turned back in front of it.
"No wonder this is a family with a long history; even their warehouse is so big. Could it be a treasure trove inside?"
"What a joke, you daydreaming college girl, you watch too much TV." "Ugh~ That's too much, making such a fuss about me!"
Jasmine pouted slightly, but didn't seem really angry, and immediately giggled at me again. She probably wanted to wipe away the unpleasantness from dinner.
"But I still can't understand why you abandoned this place and ran off to Tokyo..." Can't understand? Yes, most people wouldn't understand, but in a sense, I'm not an ordinary person. No, not just me, but everyone in this family, and everyone in this village, I think we're all extraordinary.
"I've always been a little different from others. I've told you before that both my parents are dead, right? Actually, my deceased mother has two completely different images in my mind..." I thought of my mother's figure, and my empty eyes looked into the distance.
After I was born, my mother was often bedridden. Because her condition never improved, even I, her son, was rarely by her side. My father took on the responsibility of caring for my mother, while I was often taken on trips by Mr. Takano and Mr. Hasegawa from Chengjiang. As a result, my memories of my parents are quite vague. I have almost no memory of anything before the first or second grade of elementary school, because we never even had a family photo taken.
But after my younger sister Kotomi was born, things changed drastically. My mother recovered her health and took Kotomi and me for walks every day. It was as if we were trying to fill the void in our previous parent-child communication. We talked about everything, and the whole family cherished my younger sister, who seemed to be taking my mother's place in her illness.
Perhaps out of a sense of kinship as fellow sufferers, I rambled on and on. I've never said anything like this to anyone before. Jasmine listened silently without uttering a word.
As we chatted and strolled aimlessly, we found ourselves in front of the annex without realizing it.
"Where is this place?"
"This is a detached house. My mother used to recuperate here when she was unwell. Now... it's my younger sister who's recuperating here..."
Unexpectedly, a strange sound came from the direction of the annex. Listening closely, the sound, which sounded like panting or moaning, came intermittently from inside the house.
"What's that sound? Kotomi? Is that Kotomi?" "Huh?"
"It's definitely Kotomi, is she moaning?"
Wanting to check the situation inside the annex, I approached the entrance. At that moment, Hasegawa, whom I hadn't seen before, blocked my way.
"Mr. Hasegawa, you've come at the right time. Kotomi seems to be groaning..."
"You know, right? We've entrusted Ms. Kotomi's medical condition to Sumie!"
"What are you saying! Let me in right now!"
"As you know, we are well-prepared in terms of medicine, and laymen have no room to interfere."
The Hasegawa River stood like a massive mountain blocking my way. Without Jasmine's help this time, I fully understood the feeling of a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake. After staring at each other for a while, perhaps Sumie was inside treating Kotomi! I heard nothing more. "Go back to your room!"
Hasegawa made the demand in a stern tone, and I had no choice but to comply.
Back in the guest room, Jasmine looked at me apologetically.
"Um, I'm sorry about earlier, you were in front of the villa, I couldn't..."
"No, he's right. I'm an outsider and I can't help Kotomi at all."
"That's not true. There are many things that only you can do. There are so many things you can do for Kotomi!" "If that's true, then that's great!"
Even so, I dread seeing Kotomi's pained expression. Her illness isn't primarily caused by physical factors, but rather by mental abnormalities. An emotional breakdown can trigger high fever and asthma attacks, and in severe cases, even vomiting blood. Every time I see Kotomi's condition, my heart aches. I love my ailing sister more than anyone else, and I long to stay by her side forever, to take care of her for the rest of my life.
That's why, that's why, I can't run away!
"Hey, Junyan? Are you alright?"
Seeing that I was downcast, Jasmine wanted to cheer me up.
"This is the time for a little drink. Come on, let's drink! Let's have a good time tonight!"
She took a bottle of wine from her luggage and poured the amber liquid into a glass on the low table. I watched her actions blankly.
"Come on, cheers!"
Since there's only one quilt, drinking all night isn't a bad idea!
I gulped down the brandy in my glass.
How much time has passed? There's not a drop left in the bottle.
Jasmine smiled blankly, her drunken state obvious at a glance.
"Hey, I told you, did you listen to me?"
It's no surprise that she was slurring her words because she was drunk; she probably drank more than twice as much as I did.
"Xiao Yan! Is Rigan listening to me?"
"I'm listening, but please put your clothes on first!"
"What? How's my clothes?"
"Your yukata wasn't tied properly, and I can see your underwear!"
"Hahaha! You're so annoying, you perverted little Yan!"
Jasmine didn't seem to mind at all and started laughing wildly. I didn't know where to look, but I couldn't help but steal a glance at her slightly flushed skin and pure white underwear exposed in her disheveled bathrobe.
"What? Someone's been spying on me? Are you trying to hide it?"
Her words became increasingly incomprehensible, and by the last sentence, she was saying something completely nonsensical. Yet, what she wanted to say struck a chord with me: "Stop talking nonsense. I'm drunk too. Be careful, or I might use my drunkenness to force myself on you!"
"Hahaha! Let's see what happens." "You think I wouldn't dare?" She might just be joking, but I wasn't buying it. My blood was boiling, and I couldn't control myself; my body acted faster than my mind. I pushed Jasmine, who let out a soft "Ah!", down onto the quilt, loosened her loosened sash, grabbed her disheveled yukata, and yanked it open, revealing her full breasts. Her rosy skin was slightly flushed—perhaps from the alcohol? At the center of her pink petals, her erect nipples pointed upwards. "Junyan, be gentle, ah..."
The soft murmur was a sound of clarity.
"What, weren't you drunk?"
"Are you drunk? You only do this when you're drunk?" Me? What happened to me? What did I want to do? As I asked myself these questions, I was stared at by a pair of hazy eyes. "Even if I am, it doesn't matter..."
Why?
"Never mind, come on!" It was a sweet yet helpless temptation. Those words instantly ignited my emotions. I tightly embraced those alluring limbs, my fingertips dancing across their smooth skin.
I felt the body temperature of the twenty-something-year-old girl directly, and my hands moved wildly. Unconsciously but really, my ten fingers wriggled like separate creatures, kneading her heavy breasts and turning her trembling nipples.
"Ah, oh dear, don't just touch my breasts without touching me..."
I obeyed Jasmine's pleading and removed my right hand from my chest, sliding it down the smooth curve, past my navel, and onto the thin fabric decorated with lace.
While pressing down on her firm, elastic lower abdomen, he slipped his fingers into the gap in her panties, touching the tip of her lush forest. He traced circles on the soft hairs, then probed downwards, instantly reaching the secret crevice of her hot, tender flesh.
"Mmm...ah...mmm, ahhhhh...uh..." My right hand was exploring the secret place inside my underwear, and Jasmine's breath began to come out hot, wet gasps. Of course, my left hand didn't stop above either.

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