Then Karen superhumanly bolted down the hallway in a flash of green hair and jean shorts, disappearing around the corner before anyone could react.
Chiyo let out a long, tired sigh.
She rubbed her temple with two fingers.
"I actually dragged Karen out to go shopping for groceries," she explained, with a flat voice. "Because she doesn’t really do anything useful around here. She just sits in the living room all day playing gas and eating all the snacks."
"What’s more, she broke a guy’s wrist two minutes after we left the house," Chiyo continued. Her shoulders rose and fell in another heavy sigh. "He only tried to hit on her and not ... so I broke his other wrist for not hitting on at all. But seriously, why am I so unpopular and unattractive?"
"Well... you broke a guy’s wrist, so..." Rin murmured, swiping through his phone.
Afterward, she turned her face to the maids, "Hm? Munganda, is sothing the matter?"
"Everything is fine, Chiyo-sama. Welco back," Munganda brightened up with a smile.
"Really? You looked a bit miserable there. Maybe it’s my imagination." Then Chiyo’s eyes slid sideways to Yuri.
She took a slow step forward, then another, circling the taller woman with open appraisal.
Her gaze traveled from the dark flow of her hair, down to the elegant line of Yuri’s neck where the choker sat snug, over the stimulating curves of her breasts still marked with drying cum, past the narrow dip of her waist, and along the flare of her hips.
Chiyo’s lips pursed in thought.
"Hmmm, you’ve got this perfect Gothic vibe; with the dark hair, those starry eyes, and the choker that is on your neck... but you know, there’s sothing tomboyish about you too. The way you carry yourself, like you could snap soone in half without blinking? It’s cool."
The praise hung in the air for a mont. Yuri simply regarded Chiyo with silent attention, her head tilting the smallest fraction.
She didn’t seem self-conscious. Rather, just attentive.
"Let’s go shopping for cool clothes, Yuri?!" Chiyo reached an odd conclusion.
"Sharp... pin? Are you referring to a weapon?" Yuri pressed one long finger to her lower lip. Her brow furrowed slightly in genuine confusion. "Forgive , I am not familiar with that mortal term. Please take care of ."
"Kyaahhh!! You’re so cute! Baka onii-chan doesn’t deserve you!" Chiyo squealed, hopping on her toes and clapping her hands, her ponytail bouncing wildly.
"Chotto! What do you an shopping!" Rin snapped from the couch he rested on, still nude, his voice edged with irritation. "Who the hell’s going to cook what you bought for ?!"
"Onii, shut the fuck up for a second," Chiyo’s eyes flashed a bright, unnatural violet. Every trace of playfulness vanished from her face, leaving icy, flat danger.
Her mouth flattened into a thin line, her expression now cold and empty, "You’re the one who was busy corrupting the decency of our house a while ago—as you’ve always done—so why don’t you cook for yourself for a change?"
"But... Chiyo," Rin imdiately looked away, scratching the back of his neck, "my adorable and only sister, I can’t cook food as good as yours..."
"O... Onii-chan..." Chiyo’s voice softened for a single heartbeat, a flush crept up her cheeks, faint but unmistakable.
But then the violet replenished in her eyes and she snapped back to full volu. "Figure it out! And get so clothes on your nude body, damn exhibitionist...! Also, give so money to shop clothes for Yuri!"
"No way! Munganda can get clothes done for free! And I can swear you’ll just spend it buying stuffed animals! How many do you have now, 1000?"
"How dare you?!" Chiyo’s voice rose an octave. "Why would I have such a small number of plushies? Apologize to the plushie gods now, by giving their apostle () a million yen!"
Rin groaned and fished his wallet out of the shredded hoodie pocket, then he tossed it to her without looking. "Fine. But I beg you, don’t drain the account. And no more than three cheap plushies. My part-ti job isn’t funny."
"Deal!" Chiyo caught it in the air with a triumphant grin. "I love you, Onii-chan!"
She grabbed Yuri’s wrist, being extra careful not to touch any of the drying cum streaks, and tugged her toward the hallway. "Co on! First we get you dressed, then we raid every store in Shibuya!"
"I’m warning you, himouto yo!" Rin shouted from the couch.
Yuri followed her without resistance, still completely choker naked. Her bare feet padded silently on the floor, hips swaying with unconscious grace. Cum dripped in slow beads down her inner thigh with every step she took, but she didn’t seem to care... or rather, she didn’t notice.
In the bedroom, Chiyo raided Rin’s closet and Inferna’s spare wardrobe. She pulled out a simple black oversized hoodie, loose cargo pants, and a pair of sneakers.
Yuri was dressed in them without delay; the hoodie swallowed her fra but still managed to hint at the curves beneath; the pants hung low on her hips, revealing a hint of pale skin above the elastic band. The choker remained snug at her throat, black against black.
"Perfect," Chiyo declared. "Now, my goth-tomboy supre, let’s go~!"
"Goth-tomboy supre?" Yuri asked her. "Is that an appointnt I must now carry out? It rings less eerie than the Void Keeper I was previously labelled without my opinion."
"Huh? What are you talking about? Are you chuuni?"
***
They vanished through the front door in a whirlwind of excited chatter (mostly just Chiyo’s) and Yuri’s very straightforward and unusual questions.
"What was that flat item we just walked past?"
"What? That was our door, I guess."
"Gates co in many shapes and sizes, I see... And what about the flat soft item we stepped on before leaving?"
"Do you an our door mat?"
"What is this crude, spiraling maze? A ga made by the gods?"
"Hm? That’s the stairway—wait, where did Onii-chan get you from?! Are you a ti traveler from the stone ages?"
"Ti traveler? What is that fascinating term?"
"Never mind. You’re probably from a ti older than that, considering you don’t even know the stone age at all."
"Tell , Lady Chiyo, can I challenge a random stranger to a sex contest to see who is stronger?"
"Isn’t that just degeneracy dialed to 11? You’ll be arrested for public indecency, I think. Anyway, you’re quite interesting, Yuri. I hope we get along just fine."
"Likewise, Lady Chiyo."
"Call mistress!"
"Ah, yes. Mistress."
...This would be one of the most chaotic shopping in the history of shoppings: a cosmic entity turned cute girl, and a near-delinquent-borderline-criminal-but-still-adorable himouto...
For sure, all of Rin’s money would be eting its end soon, but what other calamity would these two cause at the store?
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