"Though I'm tempted to accuse you of fishing for contact details, I'll let it slide this time. It was troublesome last time when I couldn't reach you, and you left your bag in the clubroom, making me wait."
Yukino pulled out her phone, and Mai followed suit.
Thus, Kagura finally secured Yukino's contact information.
Back home, Kagura slipped off his shoes and headed straight to his room to change. But as he pushed open the door, he found his mother, Sayuri, gleefully tinkering with a square package on his desk.
The parcel was modest, about the size of six small beer cans bundled together.
Dressed in her butler attire, Sayuri sat casually. Spotting Kagura, she waved him over with a grin. "Welcome home, Young Master Kagura! Come here, come here~"
"Who's the young master here…?"
Kagura shook his head, muttering wearily as he closed the door and approached.
The vase with three lily bouquets had fresh blooms today, their sacred fragrance wafting through the air. Sniffing the scent, Kagura glanced at the package—and froze.
Damn, isn't that Eriri's package?
To avoid tampering by ill-intentioned parties, Kagura and his family used aliases for online purchases—Eriri as "Eri," Kagura as "Kaguya" (similar pronunciation, different kanji). The package was clearly labeled "Eri."
"Sayuri, what are you doing with Eriri's package?"
Kagura stood beside her, prodding the parcel lightly.
"Kagura, care to guess what Eriri bought?"
Sayuri flashed a mischievous smile, pressing a wine-red manicured finger on one corner, tilting the package so it balanced on a single edge, exuding a playful "in the palm of my hand" vibe.
"Guess? How could I possibly guess?"
Kagura scratched his head, exasperated.
If he could guess, what need would he have for his system? It hadn't granted him x-ray vision.
"I know what's inside~" Sayuri teased. "Three guesses, Kagura. Get it right, and… hmm, how about I let Ai spend the weekend with you?"
"What? Wait, Sayuri, how do you know? Did Eriri buy this for you, or did you snoop on her phone?"
Kagura perked up at the mention of Ai, his interest piqued.
But guessing a package's contents blind? That was absurdly difficult!
"Neither. As a mother who respects her children's privacy, I'd never peek at her phone. And Eriri doesn't need to buy me anything."
Sayuri set the package down, covering the seller's name and address with her left hand, propping her cheek with her right, blinking expectantly. Slipping her stockinged foot from her shoe, she lightly grazed Kagura's calf with her toes. "Come on, guess! Guess, or your dear mother will be bored~"
"Seriously, Sayuri, how do you know what's in there?"
Kagura met her gaze suspiciously, wondering if she had x-ray vision.
"Hmm… Guess right or fail all three, and I'll tell you. Just guess first."
Sayuri was relentless.
"Ugh—" Kagura sighed, leaning on the desk. "Given the size, it's not paintbrushes or pigments… probably stationery? Can I weigh it?"
"No~pe."
Sayuri pressed the package firmly, blocking him.
But her earlier flourish with one finger suggested it wasn't heavy.
"Then I'm stuck on stationery… what else could it be?"
"Stationery's too broad. Try again!"
"Fine—fountain pen?"
"Nope."
"Compass?"
"Not that either."
"Hiss…" Kagura, thinking of his intimate prospects, pondered deeply for his final guess. "Slippers?!"
He recalled Eriri's worn-out slippers.
"Ehehe, sorry, wrong again~ Behave yourself this weekend, okay?"
Sayuri lifted the package, shaking it to produce a light clatter. With a deft motion, she opened Kagura's desk drawer, retrieved large scissors, and stabbed through the side opposite the shipping label, leaving Kagura dumbfounded.
"This…" Kagura stammered, speechless. "Sayuri, isn't this… wrong? Didn't you say you respect our privacy? You're opening your daughter's package!"
"Kagura, let me explain how I knew," Sayuri said, smirking as she sliced through the corrugated cardboard. "All household packages go through an X-ray at the entrance. Yours, mine, Sora's, and Ai's are opened for safety checks before being passed on."
"What—?!"
Kagura's mind reeled, thoughts tangling.
No way! All my packages were inspected? But the packaging was intact!
Then he noticed Sayuri avoided cutting the labeled side.
It hit him: the maids carefully removed the shipping label, reattached it to a new box, and delivered it as if untouched.
So the massager, toys, restraints, and lubricants he'd bought for Ai… Sayuri knew everything?!
This… was mortifying.
"It's fine, it's fine~" Sayuri reassured, stroking her cheek bashfully. "You're a growing boy, Kagura. It's normal to be curious about girls, just as Eriri's curious about… things. Look—"
She fully opened the box, set down the scissors, and, with a shy flourish, pinched the item with her right hand, lifting it out.
Kagura stared, first baffled, then flushing as he glanced between Sayuri and the object.
Is this something a mother should show her son?!
"Well… Eriri got a very basic model, an entry-level one. So cute, so cute~"
Sayuri giggled, swaying her head, stroking her cheek.
"This…" Kagura clapped his hands over his face, voice trembling as if on the verge of tears. "Sayuri, is it really okay to show me this?"
Indeed, it was a vibrating egg, sealed in a hard plastic case.
Pink, standard model, about four or five centimeters long, elliptical, with a pink cord leading to a knobbed controller, powered by two off-brand batteries. The back of the packaging boasted "Super Waterproof," "Ultra-Quiet," and "Intense Vibration" in bold text.
"Oh my, Kagura, isn't this stuff restricted to those over 18? Yet you recognized it instantly~"
"I've bought similar things before… You knew that too, didn't you?!"
"Hm… Admitting it honestly makes you a good boy, but—"
"But it's too early for this stuff?"
"No, no~" Sayuri held the plastic case with both hands, twirling it against her chest, winking slyly. "As a mother, I'm eager to witness my daughter's growth in this area. Ugh, it's a dilemma… Should I sneak a peek tonight? But I also need to draw that incest doujin…"
"What…?! No, wait, don't draw doujins in my room, my dear Sayuri!"
Kagura's mind blanked, question marks swirling.
Though half his heritage was Caucasian.
"Oh, right! Kagura, which is sexier for a doujin: a son licking his mother's pussy, or a mother sucking her son's cock?"
"How'd the topic shift so fast?! You're a mother—don't ask your son these things!"
Kagura felt like a high-speed quip machine.
Sayuri's thoughts were too erratic, and as a mother, far too unrestrained…
Pussy and cock? Words a mom should use with her son?!
"Come on, tell me, tell me!"
"Ugh… If I must, the son licking the mother's sexier… Now stop asking!"
"Well~ You do love going down on Ai, don't you? Oh, so naughty… Boys are hopeless~"
"I…!" Kagura's cheeks burned, hands covering his face as he wailed, "Mom, you're bullying me…"
Seeing her son so flustered, Sayuri gleefully tapped the desk, covering her lips with a devilish "ehehe" giggle.
What a mother to have—blessing or curse?
"Phew…" After calming down, Kagura rubbed his temple, shaking his head. "Hurry and repack it for Eriri."
"As you wish, Young Master Kagura. Oh, one more thing—" Sayuri stood, leaning close to whisper, "When you're with Ai, don't go straight for her clit. Sudden attacks there can feel off for girls."
"Mom—!!"
Kagura's head nearly exploded.
"Mehehehe~"
Delighted by his reaction, Sayuri scooped up the egg, tucked it into the torn box, and skipped out playfully.
Kagura glanced at his crotch.
Great, rock hard.
Teary-eyed, he rummaged through his wardrobe for a gray casual suit and fresh underwear. Stripped bare, he was about to change when the door swung open. Clutching his new boxers, he locked eyes with the intruder.
"What's that? So… erect. Gross."
Sora, peeking through the door, eyed his cock before glaring at his face with disdain.
She'd changed into her familiar silver-white dress.
She's my sister, Kagura reminded himself.
"Uh…" He covered himself with the boxers. "Ahem, what's up?"
"Eriri asked why you're back early but not at dinner."
"Right away, just changing."
"For a family dinner, you're wearing a suit?"
"I'm heading out after."
"Hurry up…" Sora stepped inside, clutching her black rabbit plush, closing the door and facing away. "I won't look. Just change quickly."
—Come on, pin me against the wall, lift my skirt, rip off my panties, and thrust that beastly cock into my dry pussy… or my ass, whatever you want. Cover my mouth, squeeze my breasts, bruise me till I'm purple. My pussy'll clench when I'm in pain—you'll love it. Fill me, violate me… I'm defenseless, back turned!
"…"
Kagura cringed at the awkwardness but sped up, slipping on the boxers.
Then he paused, confused. If he was dressing formally to go out, shouldn't he eat, shower, and change after?
Damn it, Sayuri's antics threw me off!
But with Sora there, he couldn't backtrack to his uniform, or she'd quip, "You stripped just to air out your hard-on?"
He'd have no defense.
"Sorry… for letting you see that."
Though Sora had seen it before, he apologized to ease the tension, not wanting to worsen their already strained sibling dynamic.
"Doesn't matter. You didn't mean to show me… Instead of apologizing, just hurry."
"Phew…"
Kagura dressed quickly, adjusting his collar and stepping forward. Sora turned, scanning him up and down.
"Done? Let's go."
She moved to leave.
Kagura caught up, grabbing her right hand—her left held the rabbit.
"What?"
Sora twisted her hand, frowning at him.
"I know about… that thing."
"What? Be clear!"
"About your… origins."
"You know…" Sora lowered her gaze, no longer pulling away, staring at her Mary Janes, lips pursed. "So what? I'm just a bastard. Here to mock me?"
"No way…" Kagura crouched to her level, smiling warmly. "Didn't you see my message? I wanted to say I'm sorry. All this time, I treated you like a maid, ordering you around, even though you're… I'm sorry. From now on, I'll treat you like Eriri, as my sis—"
"Enough! Stop acting like some big brother!" Sora yanked her hand free, shoving him before rushing to the door, turning back. "Don't just assume I'm your sister! I've never seen you as a brother—not before, not now, not ever!"
—I don't want to be your sister! If only I weren't! This cursed blood tie… Do you know how much it hurts? This love I can never have… Why am I your sister? If I were just a maid, you could've held me by now…!
"Sora—!"
Kagura chased after her, but with tears in her eyes, she flung open the door and fled.
"Ugh… Girls are so hard to understand!"
Kagura clutched his head, groaning in place.
He trudged to the dining room, predictably finding Sora absent. Sayuri was gone too, leaving only Eriri glaring at him sideways.
"Where's Sora? I sent her to get you."
"Upset her. Probably won't eat with me."
"Brother, you…" Eriri rubbed her temple, sighing, then eyed his outfit. "What's with the getup? Off to be a groom?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Kagura said, noticing a package similar in size to the one he'd seen, resting on the empty chair beside Eriri. His lip twitched as he pulled out the chair opposite her. "I'm going out after dinner."
"Where to?"
"Okura Hotel."
Clang, clang—
Eriri's silver fork clattered to the floor.
As a Zeamura, she knew the Okura Hotel inside out.
"Uh… what's wrong?"
"You, you, you—! Impure! Who're you going with?! Staying out all night! Fooling around with women! Filthy! Perverted! I'm telling Mom!"
Eriri rubbed her goosebump-covered arms, shouting accusations.
"Ugh, what a frame-up," Kagura slumped on the table, sighing. "I'm just persuading a classmate to stop working there. I'll be back tonight. The suit's just for the setting."
"Oh? So I misunderstood?"
Eriri calmed, hands back on the table, though her suspicious gaze lingered.
She didn't retrieve her fork, instead taking Sora's.
"Misunderstood big time. No apology?"
"Apologize for what?! Every time you upset Sora, I'm the one calming her down. Looks like you really got her this time—I'll be talking her down all night. You should thank me!"
"…Fine, you win."
Kagura glared, out of retorts.
Eriri had changed into a crimson V-neck halter dress, her twin tails tied with red-and-white ribbons like Sayuri's, resembling candy wrappers. Her blue belt was knotted into a bow, a far cry from her usual carefree look.
Bzz—bzz—
Kagura's phone vibrated.
"Hey, Mai-san, what's up?"
Seeing it was Mai, he answered.
"Sorry… I was supposed to join you at the hotel, but something came up with my agent. I'm so sorry, can I skip? I've already told Yukino."
"Got it… No choice, then. Yukino and I will go."
Clang, clang…
Eriri's fork dropped again.
Kagura, puzzled, hung up and asked, "Now what?"
"With… with… with Yukino, just the two of you at a hotel?! Brother, your filthy thoughts are written all over your face! When did you get so close to her?! You were just denying it, and now you're exposed!"
"No…" Kagura sighed wearily. "I joined Yukino's Service Club. This is club work—a request to persuade a classmate to stop working there. We'd planned to go with third-year senpai Mai Sakurajima, too…"
"Double… double trouble—?!"
"Trouble your head!" Kagura tossed his napkin at Eriri's flushed face. "Eat quietly and stop yelling."
"Pfft, pfft—!" Eriri yanked off the napkin, slamming her hands on the table to retort, but her expression shifted as she pointed. "So not going to mess around with women?"
"Nope."
"Hmph, I don't believe you!"
"…"
Kagura looked up, waiting. Why's Eriri so good at stirring trouble?
"Unless you take me along." Eriri stood, arms crossed, scrutinizing him. "It's just persuading a classmate. One more person won't hurt, right? And more people might help."
"Uh… fine. I'll tell Yukino I'm bringing my sister."
"W-Well… go ahead and tell her."
Eriri deflated, sitting back down.
She glanced at the package on Sora's chair, blushing.
Sayuri had handed it to her minutes ago, still sealed, placed temporarily on Sora's seat. If it were opened, that'd be a disaster.
After all, Sayuri respected her children's privacy—she'd never open their packages~
Inside was that pink little devil, oh no!
Unbeknownst to Eriri, Kagura and Sayuri had already seen it…
Kagura messaged Yukino, who was thrilled—extra help was always welcome.
With an hour before departure, Kagura and Eriri returned to their rooms to prepare. Kagura showered and switched to a white suit to complement Eriri's red dress. He had no idea what Yukino's gown would be, but Eriri's outfit doubled perfectly as formal wear.
Ready, Kagura reached the first-floor hall, meeting Eriri, who'd just arrived.
Her preparations—dressing and primping—were far more elaborate than his, so unlike Kagura, she hadn't showered.
She'd changed into a near-identical strapless, backless gown, adorned with a platinum cross necklace Kagura had given her as a child. Elegant white lace gloves graced her arms, and white thigh-high stockings hugged her legs. The dress's hem, slightly longer than the stockings, wasted her rare "absolute territory," but her red ankle-strap heels—Kagura estimated at least seven centimeters—made up for it.
"Dressed like this, I can't carry my wallet or phone. You're in charge."
"Dolling up just for me?"
"What's that supposed to mean?! You've seen me at family banquets! Besides… I'm just smaller than that doll-girl, hmph~"
Eriri clutched her chest, stomping petulantly.
"I didn't even say anything…" Kagura chuckled, stepping back with a bow, offering his hand. "Shall we, my beautiful princess?"
"Hmph… You're barely passable as a prince."
Eriri haughtily extended her right hand, placing it in his left.
"Gotta play the part sometimes. Those heels are high—be careful."
Kagura held her hand gently, raised slightly.
"No worries. Just don't drag me running, and I won't fall."
The moment their hands touched, Eriri turned her head left, her flushed face stealing glances at Kagura. Confirming he showed no odd expression, she relaxed.
—It's not obvious, right? The longer skirt… should hide it, right?
Eriri had wiped the pink egg with a disinfectant wipe, inserted batteries, and, before leaving, slipped it inside herself, then pulled on her panties and tucked the controller into the inner seam of her thigh-highs.
Thigh-highs often slipped, so adhesive gel (skin-safe) kept them in place. Leaving a small unglued patch perfectly held the controller.
Truthfully, when Sayuri handed her the package, Eriri was already aroused. Unpacking it, she was so excited she needed no lubricant—the egg slid in effortlessly.
Her hymen? With nearly four thousand self-pleasure sessions, did you think it was intact?
Fearing leaks, she'd added a thin panty liner.
But… though the egg was in, she hadn't dared turn it on.
When it came to toys, Eriri was a coward—her nearly four thousand sessions were mostly manual. Sora even teased, "Your middle finger must reek of your juices," leaving Eriri mortified.
Still, she felt her pussy growing wetter, love juices seeping onto the liner.
"Good evening, Young Master Kagura, Lady Eriri."
Nao Hayasaka opened the car door for them.
"Good evening."
Kagura and Eriri replied in unison. He guided Eriri in first, then followed. Normally, Sora might've joined, but after their clash, she was unlikely to appear.
Eriri's gown lacked pockets—most women's dresses did—so she couldn't discreetly adjust the egg's controller. She'd need to slip her hand under her skirt unnoticed to reach the knob.
"Where are we headed tonight?"
"Mom's Okura Hotel. I've already called ahead."
Eriri answered for Kagura.
"I see… May I ask when you plan to return?"
"Probably within an hour. We're persuading a classmate working there."
Kagura explained, as Eriri offered her right hand again.
The sensation of her gloved hand—warm yet cool, silky smooth—reminded him of the night Ai used a stocking-wrapped fleshlight on him.
"Understood. Please sit tight."
Nao closed the door, started the car, and drove off smoothly.
"By the way, is Sora okay?"
"She's pissed… What'd you do to her?"
"Ugh, don't want to talk about it."
"You didn't do something bad to her, did you, dear brother?"
Eriri pinched his hand.
"Ow, ow, ow… You can pinch that hard through gloves?! I'd never do anything bad to Sora! I want to cherish her like a sister."
"Hey, if she's your sister, where does that leave me? Sora's maid?"
"Tch… Maid Eriri? Sounds easy to bully."
"Bully your head! Why don't you be my butler?!"
Eriri lunged, headbutting his chin painfully.
"Hiss—ow," Kagura rubbed his chin with his right hand, left still held by Eriri. Seeing her bared fangs, he grinned. "Fine, I'll be your butler, serving your baths and dressing you daily."
"Wha—? N-No… forget it. At our age, you helping me bathe or dress? I'd kick your balls flat."
"Whoa, that's how you treat your brother? Sounds painful just hearing it!"
"Hmph~"
Eriri turned to the tranquil sea outside.
Kagura, exasperated, looked at the forest on his right.
Seeing his reflection turn away, Eriri seized the moment, slipping her left hand under her skirt. Her fingers found the controller tucked inside her left thigh-high, cautiously nudging the knob slightly toward "Max."
The knob, marked "OFF" on one side and "MAX" on the other, needed no separate switch—full turn for maximum, back for off. This basic devil had no intermediate settings, just weak to strong.
Instantly, the devil inside her roared!
"Mmmph…"
Eriri yanked her hand out, covering her mouth.
The vibrations, though mild, were novel and thrilling—fingers could never compare. Like a honeybee, it buzzed relentlessly in her sopping pussy. Designed for silence, Kagura heard nothing.
"Hm? Eriri, you okay?"
Noticing her flushed face and muffled gasps, Kagura turned, concerned.
"N-Nothing…" Eriri steadied her racing heart, thrilled by her secret mischief, sitting upright and lowering her hand. Suppressing her breaths, she smiled. "Just a tickle in my throat, felt like coughing."
"Caught a cold? Your face is red."
Kagura leaned in, brushing back her bangs to press his forehead against hers. Eriri's face froze, cheeks blazing, eyes glazing into spiraling mosquito coils.
"Hiss… You're warm. We've got time—should I take you home to rest?"
Kagura sat back, worried.
"N-No need—! If I'm not there, who knows what filthy things you and Yukino will do!"
—It's not a cold… it's the damn egg… oh, it feels so good…
"What kind of guy do you take me for? Yukino's not that kind of woman."
"See, see?! You're defending her! I'm here, and it's like this—what happens when I'm not?!"
"I…"
Kagura wanted to curse but held back.
"Hehehe…" Nao chuckled, coughing lightly. "You two are so close."
"Close where?!"
Kagura and Eriri shouted in unison, Eriri's left hand pointing at him, his right at her, their other hands still clasped.
Nao laughed harder, her driving skill the only thing keeping the car on the road.
Soon, Nao dropped them at the hotel.
Kagura stepped out, helping Eriri from the car. Having called ahead, a familiar manager awaited, rushing over as they appeared.
After brief pleasantries, the manager led them to the lobby.
"You okay, Eriri? Your steps seem unsteady!"
Kagura shifted from holding her hand to supporting her waist—she'd nearly tripped.
"I-I'm fine…" Eriri's legs wobbled as she spoke, then nudged him with her elbow, whispering, "Can I pop to the restroom?"
"Of course. I'll help you."
"No need to help! I can walk…"
Blushing, Eriri pushed him away, heading to the restroom with practiced ease.
The manager glanced at Kagura, chatting. "Young Master Kagura and Lady Eriri together—what a rare sight. I thought I misheard."
"Heh, just checking on a classmate. No big deal. Go handle your tasks."
"Not at all… May I ask which classmate?"
"Saki Kawasaki. Ring any bells?"
"Uh… her…" The manager sucked in a breath, rubbing his hands and leaning closer. "Young Master, are you… interested in her?"
"No, no, you're overthinking. I suspect she's lying about her age to work here."
"This…" The manager faltered, then asked gravely, "Her real age?"
"Likely under 18. We're only in our second year."
"My apologies for the trouble."
The manager resolved to fire Kawasaki that night.
"No rush. I have a plan. Don't act yet."
Kagura waved him off, turning to see Yukino enter through the automatic doors, right on time.
Her gown's soft sheen accentuated her snow-white skin, making it dazzle. A knee-length ruffled skirt revealed slender legs. Her glossy black hair, tied in a bundle, curled slightly, draping near her bare shoulders. A black leather choker made her neck appear even more delicate, its amethyst pendant a sultry accent to her collarbone.
Yukino scanned Kagura, and the manager stepped aside. Noticing his name tag, she paid him no mind, teasing lightly, "Zeamura-kun, I didn't hear your sister could turn into a man."
"She's in the restroom. Wait a sec."
Kagura dismissed the manager, who bowed and scurried off.
"Look at you…" Yukino, sharp as ever, pieced it together in a moment. "No wonder you said you didn't need to change. So that's why?"
"Surprised?"
"A little. Were you just asking about Kawasaki-san?"
"Ha, nothing gets past you, Sherlock."
"Since you're so forthcoming, what about you and Yuigahama-san?"
"Pure fiction. You imagined it."
"Is that so…"
Yukino nodded slightly, standing to Kagura's right to wait for Eriri.
She kept a subtle distance, but even so, her body reacted the moment she saw him, stirring below.
She'd resisted at home, vowed to abstain… Why was this happening outside school?
"Do you know Kawasaki's real age?"
"No, but I'd bet she's not of age."
"Same."
Glancing toward the restroom, Kagura saw Eriri approaching steadily.
She'd turned off the egg, wiped her juice-soaked lips, and though it remained inside, it didn't hinder her walk.
"Good evening, Zeamura…-san."
Yukino hesitated, both being "Zeamura."
"Good evening. Call me Eriri at times like this," Eriri said gracefully, linking her arm with Kagura's left. "I tagged along uninvited. You don't mind, Yukino? You're not here to do anything improper with my brother, are you?"
"Of course not. Why would I do anything improper with this man? Besides, I'm only 17—hardly the age for such things," Yukino said, slightly flustered, pressing the elevator button. As the silent doors opened, she gestured. "After you."
—Not the age for that, but why do I react just being near him? What's going on?!
"My, Yukino, you're quite courteous now."
"I'm yielding to Eriri-san, not you. Don't you feel ashamed, grinning while a lady yields to you?"