Chapter 2269: Influenced or not?

Chapter 2269: Influenced or not?



Though unexpected, I kept a calm expression on my face as I stood before Anzu-nee, waiting for her to speak first.

With a somewhat awkward silence, her eyes bore into me with a look that was a mix of curiosity and something else. "Everything okay in there? Is Eimi asleep?"

I nodded as I walked over to her. "Mhm, I tucked her in the bed. Those chocolates were

stronger than we thought, Nee-san. By the way, how about you? Sorry, I kinda had to lay you down on the couch when I carried Eimi here."

Anzu-nee's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at me, her arms tightening around that bountiful part of her, "... It's fine. It's good that you take care of her."

Her voice seemed to shake a bit as I sensed that she hadn't finished speaking yet.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"But I heard everything, naughty little brat." Upon saying that, she broke eye contact and tried to avert her gaze to prevent her blush from tinting her face.

Of course, she heard it. Otherwise, she wouldn't wait here outside Eimi's door.

"Anzu-nee-san, it's not good to eavesdrop," My voice came as playful as I could manage. Unfortunately, my head was also starting to get a little dizzy from the effect of the alcoholic chocolates.

Perhaps sensing my instability, Anzu-nee stepped forward as she grabbed my arm. But almost instantly, her face flushed as if she just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "I... I didn't mean to listen. I was just worried. And that's what I heard."

She stammered a bit, clearly hesitating whether to go for it or not.

Although I could've taken this as her being accusatory, I could tell that she's just genuinely concerned for her little cousin. And maybe a little curious too based on what she heard inside.

"I understand why you're worried, but don't worry I won't just take advantage of Eimi in the state she's currently in. I love her, Nee-san." I placed my hand on top of her head, caressing it gently as I conveyed my intention.

I pretended not to notice it as I squatted in front of her.

"You okay, Nee-san?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the sudden rush of heat to my face. This room was full of her scent. And it was a little intoxicating to me. Looking around Anzu-nee's room, I noticed the subtle differences that made it uniquely hers. It was tidier than Eimi's, with a hint of maturity in the way she organized her belongings. I could see her books neatly arranged on her desk and there's a faint scent of her perfume in the air.

"Y-yes, I'm fine," she replied, avoiding my gaze as she stumbled over her words. I couldn't blame her; the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.

"I see. Well then, should I help you lay down? Or should I step out now?" I asked as I watch her curl up further. With her petite physique, she looked like a small animal trying to hide from my eyes but at the same time, she wanted me to see her like this.

Her eyes darted back to me, and she bit her bottom lip, looking slightly embarrassed. "You... you don't have to leave."

"Alright. I'll stay until you fall asleep. I can't just leave when I know you and Eimi are in a vulnerable state. I'll lock the door later on my way out.

I stood up and took a step back, giving her space as she slowly laid down. Anzu-nee's eyes followed me, filled with an emotion that was hard to decipher in her current state. As she settled into the bed, she reached out and grabbed the hem of my shirt as though asking me to sit down next to her.

I took the hint and sat on the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight. She scooted closer, her body brushing against mine. I could feel her chest pressing on my side as she reached for my hand.

Her skin was warm and slightly sticky from the sweat. I wrapped my fingers around hers and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Is this okay, Nee-san? I'll hold your hand like this until you doze

off."

Anzu-nee nodded. However, with the way she looked at me, I could tell she wanted more than

this.

I tightened my grip on her hand before cupping her cheek, caressing her lips with my thumb, "Nee-san, you can't tempt me like this. I might not be able to control myself."

I said that with a playful tone but just like earlier, this older sister had taken it differently. "What if I'm really tempting you? Little brat, comfort me..."

Should I still blame this on the alcoholic chocolate or accept that this was her being honest with her feelings?