Then on that sa day, after the long and intense maintenance session that had filled Rin’s modest bedroom with the thick, heady scent of sweat, cum, and satisfied moans, Inferna, Muganda, Yuri, and Karen continued helping Rin restore his lewd ter.
The girls moved around him with tired devotion — bodies still flushed pink, skin glistening, soft kisses and gentle caresses lingering as they made sure every last bit of his energy was replenished.
Rin eventually lay back on the bed, breathing steady, his usual calm mask returning while the girls cleaned up around him, exchanging tired but affectionate glances.
anwhile, Hanako and Akane followed Hinata to visit her brother.
The three girls had changed into normal, everyday outfits suitable for a casual afternoon visit.
Hinata wore a simple light-blue blouse with subtle white patterns tucked neatly into comfortable beige pants that hugged her figure modestly, her hair tied back in a neat ponytail with a plain black hair tie, and practical white sneakers that made soft sounds on the pavent.
Akane chose a casual red sweater that clung gently to her curves without being too revealing, paired with dark blue jeans and comfortable brown boots,
her vibrant red hair left loose but neatly brushed so it swayed with each step.
Hanako went with a soft white blouse under a light beige cardigan, a knee-length navy skirt that flowed gracefully as she walked, and simple black flats.
They looked like ordinary university students heading out for a relaxed visit —
clean, comfortable, and unassuming, blending perfectly with the afternoon crowd on the streets.
They t at the bus stop not far from her brother’s apartnt building.
The stop was alive with the ordinary rhythm of city life — salaryn checking their phones, mothers carrying shopping bags, students chatting in small groups.
The afternoon sun hung warm and golden, casting long shadows across the sidewalk as the three girls stood together, chatting lightly about classes and recent club activities while waiting.
When the bus arrived with a soft hiss of brakes, they climbed aboard and found seats near the back.
The bus rocked gently as it moved through the city streets, passing tall buildings, small shops, and bustling intersections.
Through the windows, the scenery rolled by — children playing in parks, couples walking hand in hand, and the distant gleam of the skyline.
Akane asked Hinata, tilting her head with genuine curiosity as the bus turned a corner, sunlight flickering across her face.
"Are you and your brother close?"
She ant it in the deeper sense — whether they shared a strong emotional bond, talked about personal things, or spent real quality ti together despite their busy schedules.
Hinata replied with a small, slightly wistful smile, looking out the window at the passing buildings and trees.
"Well, we were... but since he started working for the organization we don’t see or talk much."
Her voice carried quiet acceptance mixed with a hint of longing.
The Supernatural Control Organization demanded long, unpredictable hours and constant availability, especially now with the rising number of monster attacks.
Hinata’s brother had grown more distant over ti, swallowed by surveillance assignnts and fieldwork that kept him away for weeks.
She missed the easy late-night conversations and shared als they used to have, but she understood the demands of protecting the city ca first.
Akane nodded sympathetically, her red sweater shifting as she adjusted in her seat.
"Oh, he works with the organization... that explains why.
I heard they overwork heroes these days."
She ant the heavy workload — the organization was assigning more missions, longer surveillance shifts, and constant monitoring because monster attacks had increased significantly in frequency and intensity. Heroes and agents were stretched thin, often working overti with little rest, leading to exhaustion and strained personal relationships.
The pressure was visible in the tired faces of many association mbers these days.
Hanako added gently, her voice supportive as she leaned slightly toward Hinata, her high ponytail swaying with the bus’s movent.
"Still, you’re his younger sister. He should create ti for you."
She said it with quiet emphasis, her expression showing she believed family should always co first even with a demanding job, her cardigan sleeve brushing Hinata’s arm comfortingly.
Hinata gave a soft shrug and a small, understanding smile.
"Well... it is what it is."
Her tone was resigned but not bitter, showing she had made peace with the situation even if it still stung sotis.
The conversation drifted to lighter topics as the bus continued its route, the girls sharing small laughs and observations about the city passing by.
They eventually reached their stop and got off, the afternoon sun warming their backs as they walked together through a quiet residential neighborhood. Modest apartnt buildings lined the streets, small parks with children playing, and the occasional corner store. The three girls walked side by side, their normal outfits making them blend seamlessly with other pedestrians. They soon arrived at Hinata’s brother’s apartnt building — a plain, unremarkable five-story structure similar to many in the area.
They climbed the stairs to his floor, their footsteps echoing softly in the clean but simple hallway.
Hanako knocked twice on the door with polite, asured raps, while Akane and Hinata stood behind her, waiting calmly with small smiles.
Just before the door opened, Hanako glanced casually to the left and saw Chris standing right beside the door to the next apartnt, which was joined directly to Hinata’s brother’s unit.
Chris looked as elegant and androgynous as always — golden hair catching the hallway light softly, thin glasses perched neatly on his nose, holding a small stack of papers under one arm.
Hinata’s brother was Minami Satoru — the sa man secretly living next door to Rin’s apartnt on a long-term assignnt from the Supernatural Control Organization.
His primary task was to watch Chris’s daily activities through the walls using his X-ray-like vision, the sa ability his sister Hinata possessed.
He had deliberately moved into this specific apartnt precisely because it shared a thin wall with Rin’s place, allowing him constant, unobtrusive surveillance of everything happening next door.
Hinata used her mother’s last na "Oka" instead of the family’s last na "Minami" for personal reasons she rarely discussed, while her brother kept the family na Minami Satoru.
This small detail created an invisible web of observation and hidden connections that none of the visiting girls were aware of yet, adding another layer of quiet tension beneath the seemingly ordinary afternoon visit.
The door finally clicked open, revealing Minami Satoru — a man in his late twenties with short dark hair, sharp observant eyes, and simple black clothes that helped him blend into any background.
He looked mildly surprised to see the three girls standing there, especially his sister Hinata.
The afternoon visit had begun, but unseen threads of surveillance, family distance, and organizational secrets already humd quietly in the background of this ordinary-looking apartnt complex, as the girls stepped inside with casual smiles and light conversation.
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