«Looks like our big brother has become a real chef! He did everything by himself and we didn't even get diarrhea! I'm the best teacher in the world!» Yuzu exclaims, at the end of yet another dinner based on Omurice – this time, Hakuto cooked it all by himself. «Now, clear the table and wash the dishes!»
«Why should I?! I already cooked!»
«And so what? While you and Rika were at school because of your bad behavior, I was the one who washed all the floors – you know how big this house is, right? It took me three hours!»
«And Rika...? Can't she wash the dishes?»
«Big sis has to take a bath in the tub like me, and after that she'll have to do all the laundry! Now shut up and wash!»
«This is real slavery...!»
But Yuzu doesn't pay him any attention, grabs Rika by the wrist, and drags her away with her.
Everything is going according to Hakuto's plan.
During dinner, Hakuto tried to come up with several ways to confirm Rika's words, but Yuzu handed him this opportunity on a silver platter – while he was cooking, Yuzu was sitting right next to him, watching him closely, so he didn't have the chance. But now he does.
The fact that what's inside the wine bottle is cherry juice doesn't convince Hakuto at all – it's true there's no smell of wine, but it doesn't take much to mask that odor. He fears that Rika is covering for her sister – maybe she wants to avoid rumors spreading that the second daughter of the rich and prestigious Narkhalis family suffers from alcoholism at just fifteen years old. Whatever the reason, he's determined to get to the bottom of it.
His plan begins as soon as the sound of running water stops – a sign that his two stepsisters have finished filling the tub and have gotten in.
The idea of Yuzu and Rika bathing together briefly teases Hakuto's dirty fantasies – several hanime start just like that… – but he immediately shakes his head, as if trying to drive away those inappropriate thoughts.
He glances repeatedly over his shoulder as he opens the fridge door with extreme stealth – the large wine bottle is even emptier than it was in the morning. Yuzu said she had been home alone for three hours before their arrival... Hakuto's fear grows deeper and sharper – like a blade piercing his chest.
He reaches for the bottle, uncorks it, brings his nose close to the mouth of the bottle and... it really smells like cherry juice! Hakuto can't believe his senses – actually finding fruit juice is even more surprising than if it had really been red wine.
«So it really is cherry juice...» he murmurs, closing the fridge door with a sense of relief.
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«In front of people you're so cold and serious... but when it's just the two of us, you melt like an ice cube! I love it when you're like that!» Yuzu winks with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Yuzu and Rika are immersed in the warm, fragrant water of the bathtub, overflowing with foam, surrounded by steam and soft lighting, with loud music playing in the background – perhaps to cover some strange noises? Yuzu is lying with her arms draped over the edge of the tub, while Rika – with her back to her – is comfortably lying with her head resting on Yuzu's chest as if it were a pillow.
«S-Shut up! It's just that your boobs are really comfortable, that's all...» Rika replies, in a total state of relaxation and red in the face – because of the hot water?
«Tell Hakuto! I offered him to sleep on my super comfy portable pillow, but he refused! Go figure... maybe he'd rather sleep with his head resting on this nice bubble butt!»
At those words, Yuzu's hands plunge into the water, firmly grabbing Rika's butt and giving it a hard squeeze. Rika starts moaning loudly as her little sister's hands energetically massage her buttocks, spreading them apart and then squashing them together, again and again.
«Y-Yuzu, I've already told you a thousand times not to touch me like that...!»
«Did you say something? I can't hear you, the music's too loud!»
Pretending not to have heard, Yuzu shamelessly keeps groping Rika's voluminous butt, even sinking her fingers into it. «Awww... how I wish I had a butt like this too! I'd gladly trade it for my boobs! They're way too bulky!»
«M-Mi hai sentita benissimo...! T-Ti ho detto di... aaahh... smetterla di toccarmi così...»
Rika's expression is a mix of annoyance and ecstasy – her tongue dangles from her half-open mouth, and her breathing turns into heavy, panting gasps.
«What can I do if even I can't resist you? I might as well join the Rika's Butt Club. That'd be funny, don't you think? Or maybe you'd prefer Hakuto to massage you like this instead?»
Rika's voice turns serious again – or at least, she tries. «Y-You're getting a little too familiar with that guy for my taste...»
«And so what? Now that Mom and Shin are married, he's officially part of our family. Why shouldn't I treat him the same way I treat you...? Are you jealous by any chance?» Yuzu asks, far too mischievously.
«L-Lo sai benissimo che non è quello... comunque, hai fatto come ti avevo detto?»
«Yup yup, I did it, don't be so paranoid. I put cherry juice just like you said! How was I supposed to know that guy would even check the bottle's capacity? I left it there without a second thought, because knowing he's a teetotaler, I was sure he wouldn't even look at it. You can't even feel safe in your own house anymore... what a pain...»