Game (1)

Chapter 32: Game (1)

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Year 198, December 25th.

It was nighttime in San Diego, California. Neji had come here to spend his winter break, of course, Kimi joined too.

"Um… is this really okay?”

Kimi avoided eye contact while pulling her sleeves up. She was fine being naked around him, but wearing this type of dress is just… embarrassing.

Wearing a skintight suit with two bunny ears attached to her head, Kimi looked at him shyly.

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Seeing Neji blinking innocently, smiling, she sighed and shook her head. “You’re not satisfied with a catgirl? Now you need a bunny-girl too?"

Neji crawled on top of her, leaned down and kissed her nape. Biting her cat-ears, he then licked his lips looking at her eyes. “What makes you think you alone can satisfy me?”

“You know, that’s basically saying you’re dissatisfied with me and you’d fuck other girls if needed,” Kimi commented with a straight face.

At this, Neji crackled up. “And what makes you think I am not doing that already?”

“What?” Kimi blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Who is it?”

“Oh, is that a questioning tone I see?” Neji looked at her amusedly, she flinched. He still answered, “It’s the hot homeroom teacher I talked to you about. She’s been eyeing me since the first day, so I had to play the role of the gentleman and satisfy her urges just before the winter break started.”

“...”

Neji chuckled at her silence and rubbed two of his fingers above her pussy, feeling the wet cloth.

“My, why’re you getting wet?”

He retracted his finger out and gave it a lick while eyeing her red face. “Pervert.”

Immediately, she covered her face with her hands and released a soft moan. “I-it’s not about being a pervert… it’s just that h-hot!”

“No, you’re a pervert. An S-grade masochistic pervert.”

Neji then shoved his hand in the air, it sank in space, taking out a long rope.

Kimi was all used to his ‘magic tricks’, but she was still taken off guard seeing the rope.

“W- wait-”

“You know what?” Neji licked his lips. “I am exceptionally horny today. I am in the mood for some BDSM. Now bend over.”

“Y- young master…!”

Neji grabbed her waist and turned her around with his exceptional strength, pushing her waist down while she yelped softly. Oh, how much she liked being handled like this.

Neji started to wrap the rope around her, smirking. “Hope Santa doesn’t peek at us.”

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Unfortunately… Santa was indeed peeking at them.

Neji and Kimi weren’t the only ones who came here. Nejire Hado, who was supposed to go to U.A starting from April, next year – accompanied them too in hope of spending a vacation with her younger brother.

Standing outside the door, wearing a Santa Claus dress, Nejire breathed heavily while the sound of ass-smacking entered her ears.

What the fuck?

‘Kimi and Neji…?’ Her eyes were filled with disbelief. This was a dream… right?

30 minutes ago, Neji went to her room to check on her for some reason. She acted as if she was sleeping since she wanted to surprise him with a gift after wearing this Santa Claus outfit made by her mother… but to think she would be surprised, instead.

She should have guessed something was wrong when he locked the door from outside. Luckily, she can open most locks by sending swirling waves inside them, that’s one of her secret techniques that even Neji didn’t know.

Maybe she shouldn’t have done that… maybe staying in the dark would have been better. Because this… made her feel weird.

A heavy feeling crushed her heart.

‘Neji… you…’

She felt butterflies in her stomach, as two streams of tears started dripping down from her eyes. She never… felt like this before. Heck, she didn’t understand what this feeling even was.

...Betrayal?

That’s her closest guess.

But why would she feel betrayed seeing her brother fucking his maid?

Of course, it was bad enough for a 30-year-old woman to fuck a 13-year-old boy, but that should make her feel disgusted, not betrayed…

‘No… Kimi is not at fault.’ Nejire breathed out.

From the flow of their conversation, it was apparent that Neji’s the one in control. She didn’t peek inside when he took out the rope, but she did see the thrill in Kimi’s eyes as she was being manhandled by her brother.

‘Neji…’ she forced down the lump in her throat. ‘How could you.’

A seed – a seed that Neji had planted in her heart unknowingly, got crushed down. The small sapling growing from the seed died out – withering away.

She shook her head, tears raining on the floor, and ran away with extremely cautious steps. She didn’t want to disturb their ‘special’ act. Though she doubted a little sound would be noticed by them under Kimi’s intense moans.

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“Haah…” Kimi panted with Neji laying on top of her, sucking her nipples. “Couldn’t you have… haah... been a little less rough? Nejire might wake up.”

At her words, he raised his head and closed his eyes. Visible shockwaves leaving his ears, after a short while, he nodded. “Nah, she’s still in her bed, sound asleep. I told you she’s a heavy sleeper.”

He shrugged. “Other than that, the room is super-soundproof. Secondly – I locked the door. It’s not gonna cause a problem.”

Kurai didn’t come with them and was spending time with her grandparents instead. So it was even less of a worry.

“Anyway,” He beamed. “Time for round three.”

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Well…

Sitting for breakfast, I wasn’t expecting this.

‘<Observe>!’

[Status:

Nejire Hado

Age: 15

Tier: 2

Quirk: <Surge>

State: Physically healthy, Mentally exhausted.

Emotions: Betrayal, Disappointment at a certain duo, Depression, Confusion, Envy.]

Okay. What happened here?

I stared at Nejire who was eating her food monotonously. Something was wrong, very wrong.

There was no way for her to hear something from the locked room… unless she got out somehow.

Shit.

Did she tell our parents? Probably not…. But she might anytime.

What should I do? This is bad, lady luck where are you when I need you…

“Young master? Why aren't you eating?"

At Kimi’s call, I turned to her and revealed a stiffened smile. She frowned seeing my smile, she understood something was wrong. I hate being read so easily like this, but this proves her worth as a retired Pro Hero.

“Is there anything wron-”

Before she could finish her line,

“I am done eating.”

Nejire interrupted her. She got up and silently walked away without even glancing at us.

...FUUUUUUCK.

Looking at her back then turning to me, Kimi thinned her lips. “Is this what I think it is…?”

I nodded slowly, “Seems like it.”

She facepalmed, sighing. I could see the visible worry in her eyes. If Nejire does tell our parents about last night, the only one affected by it would be Kimi. I know my parents that much.

I put my chopsticks down, leaning back on the chair.

Thinking hard, I tried to discern why and what, ‘Betrayal, Disappointment at a certain duo, Depression, Envy and Confusion.' indicated.

So, she did have feelings for me– wait no, I need to consider 'Confusion', too. I can't ensure what she was feeling was really love.

I am sure she wasn't in any romantic love with me, or at least she was not aware. Or I would have noticed.

'Confusion' and 'Betrayal', huh.

Hmm… It's like seeing your best friend finding a boyfriend and then starting to ignore you. You feel betrayed, and that feeling of betrayal, along with your previous friendly-affection, causes you to misunderstand it for actual love.

Of course, not everyone would feel betrayed seeing his best friend hanging out more with her boyfriend. There needs to be some kind of feelings even relatively close to love from the former's side.

I think my act of complimenting her sexually is behind that false sense of love in Nejire's case.

A frown crept upon my face. “Haah…”

The world around me went slow. I could feel Gamer’s Mind affecting my panicking mind and calming it down, increasing the speed of my thought process.

I glanced at Kimi’s face first, then at the closed door of Nejire’s room. I could hear my heartbeat rapidly rising… Cold sweats of nervousness started to trail down my forehead.

I need to make a decision.

What do I do with my Onee-sama…?

I have 2 routes…

Explain things and beg her to keep her mouth shut. (I am sure she will compile, she is trustable like that)

Or… do what I’ve been wanting to do ever since.

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