I walked down the hallway with Kai-senpai. I’d probably only been roped into helping because our routes overlapped part of the way, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty about it... Wait, hold on. If I thought about it calmly, I was the one being put to work. Why was I the one feeling guilty? This was bad. My corporate slave instincts were so sharp I could probably land a job right now. No, no, why was I being so positive? Was it that habit I’d picked up back when I was constantly chasing Natsukawa? I guess that mindset had its surprisingly good sides... But if I was this positive, why couldn't I find any confidence when it came to her? What kind of curse was that?
"It’s been since the First Semester since we last walked together like this, hasn't it, Sajou-kun?"
"Ah, right. Back then..."
The fallout immediately after that had been pretty dicey... I’d sworn I’d never get involved with the Student Council again, and yet, here I was. How did it end up like this? Well, the Vice President was waiting for me at home, after all. Maybe it was just inevitable.
"Phew... this takes quite a bit of physical strength."
"Ah, if you press the box against your stomach, it feels lighter. It’s a trick movers use."
"Hehe..."
"...What?"
"No, I just thought once again that you’re truly suited for the Student Council, Sajou-kun."
"Please, give it a rest."
So this guy was also in the camp that wanted me to join. I started to feel a bit on guard. He seemed like the type to weave schemes, so I decided I’d better not talk about myself too much.
"By the way, Senpai, are you really not staying on the council? I heard a rumor to that effect."
"Is it a rumor already? That’s somewhat unpleasant."
"I can imagine."
Who did I hear that from? I’d forgotten. Among the council members, he had a relatively faint presence, but he was apparently quite famous among the second-years. Mostly for being a handsome guy with glasses. So that was his true appeal.
"It’s not that I dislike the Student Council itself. I just dislike the Student Council President."
"Ah... I see. I get it now... Did Nee-chan say something to you as well?"
If he were to stay on, an atmosphere of "Well, then you’re going to be the next President, right?" would definitely take hold. I wondered if Nee-chan had asked him. If he was a member of the K4—well, that was just what I called them in my head—he’d probably have nodded in a heartbeat if she’d asked.
"She did approach me, but as expected... well, she backed off quickly, so that was a relief."
"...I’m sorry about my sister. With me, she doesn't just refuse to back down; she just barks orders."
Apparently, I’d touched on a subject Kai-senpai didn't want to talk about. If I’d pushed and said something like, "Eh? You aren't going to be the President?" after he’d said he wouldn't, he might have gotten moody. That was close. This guy would definitely be terrifying if he actually got angry.
"Orders... Ahem. B-By the way, Sajou-kun."
"Yes?"
"Um, about... Kaede-san... what is she like at home?"
"Huh?"
I reflexively repeated the same word. I didn't understand the meaning of the question. Well, actually, I did. I just couldn't imagine Kai-senpai having that kind of perverted side. I really didn't want to dig into this topic.
"What do you mean by 'what is she like'?"
"Heh...!? U-Um... well, you know, what I mean is... how does she spend her time at home, in front of you, Sajou-kun?"
What was this? What was going on? Was I being forced to indulge Kai-senpai's specific tastes? Why did I have to use my own sister to please another guy?
Well, I mean... hmm. Kai-senpai had looked out for me. Technically he was one of the people who’d dragged me into this mess, but he’d still been incredibly kind. He was practically an angel.
"Actually..."
"A-Actually...?"
"Nee-chan is a member of the Underwear Tribe."
"The... Underwear Tribe!?"
Hey, could you not shout so loudly? People passing by were giving us suspicious looks! Lower your voice. Yes, let's talk quietly. Then Senpai should be able to pick up on my intentions.
"Nee-chan just sheds her clothes and leaves them everywhere once she gets home. If I’m occupying the sofa, she’ll just toss her skirt or shirt at me."
"H-Her skirt!"
"You're too loud!"
"Ah, s-sorry. Ahem. And then...? Please, tell me more."
This was bad. My image of Kai-senpai was crumbling. I didn't want to see him breathing heavily like that. This guy was surprisingly open about his interests. Was it because I was Kaede's brother? No, usually you’d hide that sort of thing. Was he doing this unconsciously? Was this what I looked like in front of Natsukawa?
"During this season, she's basically just in a camisole... If she knows my dad isn't home, she might even just be in her underwear instead of shorts."
"A camisole...!? Underwear...!? In front of you, Sajou-kun!?"
"Hey, please don't loom over me like that. It's just that she doesn't see me as a man. Besides, I’ve been used to it since I was little. Back when I was in elementary school, she was a member of the Complete Nudist Tribe."
"The... Complete Nudist Tribe...!"
Crap! I’d gone and blurted out a dangerous power-word! Kai-senpai’s face looked frantic; it wouldn't have been out of place if he’d suddenly had a nosebleed. Actually, logically speaking, his entire presence was a mass of weirdness right now. This was bad even if we were whispering! If the guys in my class heard this, I felt like my social life would be over!
"To think Kaede-san would be in such a state... huff..."
"Well, I don't know if it's really that erotic. Even dressed like that, she kicks me like it’s nothing."
"Kicking... you say?"
"Kicking, yeah..."
Wait a second. Did he just have a massive reaction for a split second? I felt a mysterious surge of intensity from him. Was it my imagination? It had to be. Let's just go with it being my imagination. For Kai-senpai's sake. And for mine.
"Is there anything else...?"
You've got to be kidding me.
Seriously? He wanted to dig deeper? I was going to tell him about how much of a mess Nee-chan usually was at home, but suddenly I was getting embarrassed to talk about it. This wasn't just about airing the family's dirty laundry anymore. I felt like my sister was being used as fodder for his fetishes. I’d thought about mentioning her underwear or how you could see things through the gaps in her shorts, but let's not.
"If I’m in a bad mood and act bratty, she puts me in a submission hold. She won't let go until I've tapped out at least twenty times."
"She won't let go... huff... huff..."
Wait.
Wait, wait...? This was strange. I felt like I’d made it even worse. I thought I was avoiding the talk about her bare skin. Was it that? In Senpai’s head, was Nee-chan already in a state of disarray? Did it feel like no matter what I said now, it was too late?
"Um, well, it’s basically like that. She’s just sharp as a tack in front of me—"
"Pffft...!"
"Wait, what!?"
He’s done for!
W-Why!? Why a nosebleed of all times!? Was that really something that would tickle someone's fetishes!? Don't tell me Senpai had masochistic tendencies!? He'd never shown any sign of that until now! Was he hiding it? Was he a closet masochist all this time? What the hell was our household Kongou Rikishi doing in his head!?
Then again, seeing how the Student Council members didn't overtly show that they had feelings for Nee-chan, I got the feeling they were all closet perverts. Even Todoroki-senpai didn't seem open about that side of himself, despite waiting for her near our house... Was it only in front of me?
"To fhink Kaefe-fan if like fhat af home..."
He was probably saying something like that while wiping the blood with a tissue. Yikes, I might have disillusioned him. Sorry, Nee-chan... Wait, no, that wasn't the face of someone who was disillusioned. If anything, he looked overjoyed. The blood was even on the silver rims of his glasses, making them glow red.
Um... the luggage. This cardboard box was heavy.
"I’m sorry, Sajou-kun. Do you mind if I stop by the restroom?"
"Can we do that after we put this down?"
Hurry up and let me deliver it. The corner of this box was killing my dick. Here I was, leaning forward not because I was excited, but because of the physical pain. What the hell was this guy saying in front of the younger brother of the woman in his head? Wipe your damn glasses already.
Stir-fried dick.