Chapter 11: Slurp

“Onee-chan… you’re holding me too tightly…”

Yukina’s voice was muffled and indistinct, so soft even she could barely hear it clearly.

【Censored content. Rough plot: She could feel the soft sensation and the heartbeat against her back.】

“It’s so hot…”

【Censored content: Onee-chan was holding her, and her hands were not behaving.】

“Onee-chan, the tail… stop moving the tail around…”

“Hm? That’s not Onee-chan’s fault, you know. It’s the tail having its own ideas.”

“Liar… You’re clearly the one controlling it…”

“I’m not lying. The tail and Onee-chan are of one mind~”

Onee-chan Yuna showed no intention of reflecting at all. Her breath fell on the top of Yukina’s head again—warm, mixed with a cloying sweet scent similar to cream cake.

So hot.

Hot enough that her body was starting to lose strength.

【Censored content: Her dangling legs swayed lightly.】

“Haah… haah… haah…”

The living room remained dim. 

The curtains were still drawn tightly shut. 

Only a thin thread of light leaked in through the gap, forming a slender golden line that stretched exactly to their feet.

The air was stuffy, carrying that peculiar sticky quality of summer. 

The fan was not turned on. The remote control for the living room had been kicked into some unknown corner. 

The two sets of breathing sounded especially clear in the living room—one satisfied, the other almost unable to catch its breath.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

The body she had just finished wiping clean was already starting to sweat again from the heat.

【Censored content: sticky and damp.】

“…Huff… huff…”

Yukina really felt like she was melting. 【Censored content】

“I really can’t take it anymore.”

Silence lasted for two seconds.

“Alright, alright. Onee-chan got a little too eager and went a bit overboard with the absorbing.”

The tail slowly withdrew, unwinding circle by circle from her waist. 

Before leaving, it still used the tip to gently stroke once across her cheek.

The arms held on for two more seconds before reluctantly letting go.

Thud thud.

Her feet finally touched the ground again.

Yukina’s knees went soft and she nearly collapsed. 

She only managed to steady herself by leaning against the edge of the cabinet.

She pressed a hand against her chest and gulped for air. 

Her hair had been rubbed into a complete mess. Several ahoges stood upright on top of her head from all the suction. 

The eye patch had also slipped a little.

She recovered for a few seconds, then turned around and raised her head.

The light leaking through the curtain gap fell exactly on Yuna. 

Yukina was finally able to see clearly what her older sister looked like today.

How should she describe Onee-chan’s appearance… an angel? Or a demon?

These two extreme words somehow focused on her at the same time.

Fluffy pinkish-white long hair cascaded slowly down her shoulders—the same hair color as Yukina’s—but that was where their similarities ended.

Onee-chan was tall. Much taller than Yukina. Nearly forty centimeters taller, even taller than Mashiro. 

She was at least 180 centimeters. 

Her facial features were so refined they looked like a work of art a master sculptor had spent a full month polishing. 

Her nose bridge was elegant, her eyelashes long, and a small tear mole sat beneath her right eye, giving her a pitiful, delicate air.

Looking further down, the white shirt stained with a few coffee spots was stretched taut. 

The buttons at the chest were struggling desperately, like Spider-Man trying to stop a train, about to be ripped off. 

Between the buttons, the edges of lace faintly showed through the gaps.

Her waist was drawn in tightly. 

The narrow skirt outlined full curves. 

Black pantyhose extended from the hem into her slippers. 

Behind her, that black tail swayed leisurely. 

The heart-shaped tip occasionally curled, as if acting spoiled.

Even though she was wearing a proper office lady uniform, there was somehow an inexplicable sense of rule-breaking…

Wait. Wasn’t this what a real succubus looked like?

Yukina wondered whether she herself had severely dragged down the average for succubi.

She looked down at herself. Barely over 140 centimeters, barren like an underdeveloped potato. 

Even wearing a lace dress she did not give off the slightest seductive feeling, looking more like an elementary school student who had stolen an adult’s clothes.

She could hardly believe she and Onee-chan belonged to the same race, or that they were even blood-related sisters. 

The difference in modeling was far too large.

If Onee-chan appeared in the game, she would at least be at the level of a second female lead. 

She might even be the kind of side character players would repeatedly pursue route after route.

Yet Yukina remained a small-fry NPC.

Why was the gap between succubus and succubus this huge?

Yukina sighed quietly to herself.

“…Eh?”

Just then, Onee-chan Yuna seemed to notice something. 

Through the weak light from the curtains, her gaze fell on Yukina.

“Yukina, where did you find this dress…”

She slowly reached out and gently pinched the cuff of Yukina’s sleeve. 

The pad of her finger stroked across the lace fabric. 

The motion was slow and very serious.

Yukina’s heart skipped a beat. 

The tail behind her went completely rigid.

“I-It was in… the cabinet in the bathroom…”

She explained stammeringly.

Onee-chan did not answer immediately. Her gaze gradually grew heavy. 

Her thumb stroked over the lace edge of the cuff again and again.

Is the injury thing about to be exposed?

Yukina grew restless. 

Just as she was worrying that Onee-chan would start interrogating her about the culprit in the next second and then rush to the school to cause a scene…

“How nostalgic.”

Onee-chan slightly lowered her eyes. Her tone was unexpectedly calm.

Yukina froze for a moment and blinked.

She had said “nostalgic,” which meant…

“Is this dress yours, Onee-chan?”

“Mm.”

Yuna propped her cheek with one hand and smiled as she nodded.

“It’s from many years ago. Back then this style was still pretty popular. Onee-chan was also particularly chuunibyou. Always wanting to wear those floaty, exaggerated clothes, and even wear an eye patch, imagining that some kind of youkai was sealed inside her body or something.”

She raised her right hand and performed a chuunibyou seal-suppression pose. 

Her wrist flipped and pressed against the top of her collarbone, fingers trembling slightly, as if she were truly fighting against some invisible force.

An adult in office lady attire making this kind of pose was rather strange.

After holding it for three seconds, she laughed first.

“Unfortunately I developed too quickly later on. I didn’t even get to wear it a few times before I couldn’t fit into it anymore. I was so sad at the time. I really miss my chuunibyou period.”

Afraid that Yukina might not understand, she continued explaining, her speech speeding up.

“Right! Yukina probably doesn’t know what ‘chuunibyou’ means. Let Onee-chan think… in today’s slang, is it ‘Jiahao’? Or ‘Jiaxin’? Ahaha, after starting work Onee-chan rarely surfs the internet anymore. I’m already an internet antique.”

“Anyway—”

Yuna suddenly pressed Yukina’s head into her embrace. 

Her palm gently stroked the few ahoges on top of Yukina’s head that had been sucked upright.

“From now on, this outfit will be inherited by Yukina. Chuunibyou little Yukina is also very cute!”

???

Yukina’s brain crashed for five full seconds. 

Then, like a microwave reaching its time with a ding, she understood everything.

Onee-chan saw me dressed like this and thought I was having a chuunibyou episode?!

She really wanted to deny it, but she could not. 

Looking the way she did right now, this seemed to be the only remaining explanation.

So…

“Th-Thank you, Onee-chan.”

Yukina struggled to poke her head out from the massive, soft gap and responded in a muffled voice.

“As long as it’s Onee-chan’s clothes, you can wear them however you like. And also…”

Yuna smiled happily. 

The next second she seemed to think of something. 

Her eyes lit up again. Her tail stood high. 

The face that had still been that of a static beauty a moment ago instantly transformed into an oily, dazed grin.

“As long as little Yukina is willing, Onee-chan can buy you lots and lots and lots of clothes, all kinds of styles. There are even some especially exciting ones. Slurp.”

“…No need.”

“Don’t be shy. Little Yukina is so cute. How can you not dress up a little?”

“Wh-Where? Compared to Onee-chan, I’m not cute at all.”

“You’re clearly very cute! Just like this, if I expose your little face…”

“Yah—! Don’t lift my bangs!”

Yukina abruptly jumped back a step. 

Both hands tightly pressed down on her bangs. 

The eye patch slipped a little, and she hurriedly straightened it with her other hand.

“Ara ara. Little Yukina is really something. You’ve entered your rebellious phase.”

The tail swayed leisurely and did not chase after her again.