"Hmm... this Kiyoshi Rin must have so issues too for him to be close to soone like you."
Reito’s words ca out teasing and playful, delivered with a lazy smirk as he lounged deep into the large cream sofa, his striking white hair falling ssily over one eye.
The implication was crystal clear: for anyone to willingly stay close to his fiery, sharp-tongued, and sotis outright an-tempered older sister, that person must also be a bit crazy or unusual himself.
He flicked a small, dancing blue fla between his fingers, letting it twist and flicker lazily in the air as he grinned at Akane, clearly enjoying poking at her buttons.
Akane stared at her brother for a long beat, her vibrant red hair swaying as she marched closer with purposeful, irritated steps.
Without any warning, she reached out, pinched his chin firmly between her thumb and forefinger, and twisted it slightly. "Ouch, ouch! Oh co on now!"
Reito yelped dramatically, half-laughing as he tried to pry her fingers off, his white hair falling even more ssily over his face while the blue fla in his other hand sputtered out.
Akane leaned in closer, her voice sharp but laced with sisterly affection.
"All this coming from an antisocial creep who can’t even talk to a girl."
Reito was undeniably cute and handso — pale, almost ethereal skin, striking white hair, and those piercing icy blue eyes that turned heads at school — but he was painfully antisocial, especially around girls. He avoided conversations, kept to himself in corners, and usually disappeared into his room the mont any female visitors ca over.
Akane’s retort hit the mark perfectly, causing Reito to groan theatrically while still trying to escape her grip on his chin.
The living room erupted into commotion and laughter. Akane’s mother chuckled softly from her elegant seat near the large window, her shining white hair catching the warm light as she shook her head fondly at her bickering children.
Their father let out a deep, rumbling laugh that filled the spacious room, his eyes twinkling with amusent as he watched the familiar sibling rivalry unfold.
The teasing and playful jabs bounced around the luxurious living room, turning the earlier serious conversation about the club into lighthearted family warmth.
"Alright, that’s enough," their father finally said, raising a large hand with an amused smile, though his eyes still sparkled with laughter.
He looked at Akane again and added more seriously, though still teasing, "But seriously, you should invite this Rin boy ho soti."
Akane’s cheeks turned bright red almost instantly.
She released her brother’s chin and stepped back, waving both hands in front of her face in embarrassnt. "Well, that’s a decision for to make," she replied, her voice a mix of flustered protest and stubbornness as she turned on her heel and walked toward her room, trying to escape the continued teasing from her family.
Soft laughter followed her down the hallway as she disappeared into her bedroom and closed the door behind her.
Once inside, she leaned against the door for a mont, letting out a long, exhausted breath.
After freshening up — washing her face with cool water and changing into comfortable loungewear — she picked up her phone and called Rin.
Rin answered after a few rings.
Akane’s voice was brisk and business-like.
"Hope you’ve gotten ready.
We will be out in less than two hours."
There was a short, noticeable pause on the other end. Rin sounded genuinely surprised, almost like he had completely forgotten about the late-night operation. "Ohhhh..." he replied, dragging the word out in a way that made his forgetfulness obvious.
Akane was about to tease him when she suddenly noticed the background noises coming through the phone.
There were clear, unmistakable sounds — a girl moaning loudly, breathy and desperate, the rhythmic creaking of a bed fra, and wet, intimate sounds of skin slapping against skin.
The moans were unrestrained and passionate, growing louder and more broken with each passing second.
It sounded unmistakably like sothing very naughty and intense was happening on the other side of the line.
Akane’s eyes widened dramatically.
She gripped the phone tighter against her ear, her knuckles turning white as a rush of heat flooded her face. "Rin? What’s going on over there?" Her voice ca out higher than usual, a mix of confusion, shock, and flustered embarrassnt.
Rin replied casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, "Emm... I’m having sex with Yuri."
Akane froze completely.
Her mind went blank for a second before the words fully registered.
"Whattttt? What do you an by that... You an you’re making love to your cousin?"
Her voice cracked sharply with disbelief, rising at the end in pure shock.
She gripped the phone so hard her hand started shaking, pressing it tightly against her ear as if that would sohow make the situation make more sense.
Her cheeks burned furiously, a deep red spreading down her neck and across her chest as vivid, unwanted images flashed through her mind.
The loud, ecstatic moans of Yuri continued filtering through the line in the background, making her heart race wildly and her stomach twist with a complicated storm of shock, jealousy, embarrassnt, and flustered heat.
She stood there in the middle of her luxurious bedroom, mouth slightly open, completely thrown off balance by Rin’s blunt, casual admission.
The soft lighting and elegant furniture around her suddenly felt too quiet and still compared to the very loud, very explicit sounds coming from Rin’s side of the call.
As her hands kept shaking, the phone fell right on the bed... as she stood still, eye wide open trying to process all this in her head.
Then she gently picked up the phone from the bed and slowly placed it back by her ear...
Akane’s free hand clenched into a tight fist at her side as she struggled to process what she was hearing, her usual fiery confidence montarily shattered by pure, overwheld bewildernt.
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