Volume 1 - CH 7

My Little Sister Doesn’t Flash Her Panty to Anyone but Her Brother

The bell rings and the class ends—the atmosphere in the classroom relaxes.

Haruta sighs and closes his notebook.

It has been nearly a month since he started high school, but he has yet to catch up with the pace of the class.

The bell indicates the end of the morning classes, and the start of lunchtime.

“Hey Haruta, do you bring your lunch again today?”

“Ahh yes, I brought my bento as well today. What about you Matsukaze?”

Haruta brings out his bento from his bag and approaches Matsukaze.

Haruta’s bento is of course made by his little sister, Fuyu.

Since Fuyu also packs her lunch herself, she makes an extra one for her brother every morning.

Fuyu is a cute and loving little sister who even packs bento for her brother.

Haruta even thinks that it would be disrespectful to his little sister not to become a siscon.

“I see. I had to leave early today, so I’m going to buy my lunch today.”

“Not just today, but every day.”

Matsukaze has morning practice with his basketball team, and he says that he won’t be hungry until noon.

“Well, you can buy your lunch in the cafeteria.”

“The cafeteria is crowded during lunch time and the food there is actually good, but the portion size isn’t great. I think I’ll buy a bento and bread.”

“Is that so.”

Matsukaze is a caring type of person, but it doesn’t seem like he’s avoiding the cafeteria just to have his lunch with Haruta. Perhaps he doesn’t like to eat in crowded places.

In Yurinkan high school, where Haruta attends, the cafeteria sells a wide variety of foods and drinks.

They sell several kinds of bento, breads, and they even have a lot of vending machines.

“Then I’ll go buy my lunch now. I’ll get you a drink Haruta, what do you want?”

“Water.”

“That’s really simple…well, okay.”

Matsukaze laughs and leaves the classroom.

Haruta doesn’t want the taste of his drink to interfere his enjoyment of his little sister’s bento.

“Sakuraba-kun.”

“…ah, Tsukuyomi-san.”

Suddenly, Tsukuyomi Akiho sat down in the seat in front of Haruta.

She braids her hair today.

Akiho seems to change her hairstyle from day to day, sometimes she ties her hair into two, or sometimes she just leaves it down as it is.

“Thank you for the other day. How is your sister?”

“Oh yeah, she said she followed Tsukuyomi-san’s channel.”

“Oh, I’m so happy. Did she watch my video?”

“She didn’t really understand the song.”

“Ahh, she doesn’t understand my song even though she has such a cute face, that girl.”

Akiho smiles wryly and drops her shoulders in disappointment.

“She said maybe she should try posting some videos as well.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I want to post my songs so that they can inspire people.”

“It seems that my sister wants to try posting dancing videos, instead of singing videos.”

“Well, that’s really popular among high school girls. Ah, she’s still a middle school girl, isn’t she? It’s not much different anyways.”

“But I don’t want my sister to post videos, you know?”

“You’re afraid she will be exposed?”

“That’s part of it, but my sister isn’t cautious…especially in front of me.”

Haruta can see it in his mind.

The image of Fuyu dancing in her school uniform, fluttering her skirt and flashing her panty.

Without a doubt, Fuyu would choose his older brother to become her photographer.

It’s easy to imagine Fuyu wearing her favourite white panty while dancing and showing it off her brother who is filming her.

‘Ah, Onii-chan please censor out the area where my panty is shown. Please enjoy the uncensored video alone, Onii-chan. Look, it’s Onii-chan’s favourite white panty. ♡’

Haruta even can imagine his little sister saying that to him.

Fuyu knows her brother’s panties preference.

White is the best, followed by pink, and light blue.

Fuyu’s underwear are mostly those three coloured.

“Hey, Sakuraba-kun. Why are you not saying anything?”

“A-Ahh…”

Haruta was distracted by the thought of his little sister a wearing black panty.

Fuyu isn’t good at using computer, so if his sister really starts posting videos, Haruta will definitely be in charge of video editing.

“She said it’s really cool to see Tsukuyomi-san play guitar. That’s why she wanted to post some videos of herself.”

“Ughh…can you forgive me?”

Haruta also watch Akiho’s videos with his sister.

It was a so-called ‘guitar-playing’, and the angle was such that you could barely see her face.

She was dressed in a sailor suit that appears to be cosplay.

Her panty was not visible, but her b*****s are so big so that you can see them from the top of the sailor suit.

There were some vulgar comments about it being a singing video of a busty JK.

“It’s not that I’m worried about my face being exposed. I just think it’s better to not show my face, it will stir the imagination of the viewers.”

“Wouldn’t your channel grow bigger if you showed your face, Tsukuyomi-san?”

“Is that your sister’s opinion? Or is it yours Sakuraba-kun?”

“…I’ll leave it to your imagination.”

Haruta thinks it isn’t something he should say to a classmate who he isn’t particularly close to.

“Well, I’m not going to ask it further. Come to think of it, I gave you my business card, but neither Sakuraba-kun nor your sister added my Line, right?”

“Isn’t it too brazen for me to add your Line out of the blue?”

“What do you mean? I gave you my ID, so feel free to add me on Line.”

Akiho chuckles.

That being said, Haruta isn’t the type who actively interact with girls.

Fuyu is a shy girl, and adding an older girl’s line which she has only met once is a hurdle for her.

“Aside from Sakuraba-kun, I’d like to hear your little sister’s thoughts on my videos directly from her. If my videos aren’t interesting to young girls, it won’t attract the public attention.”

“But you’re a young girl too…Tsukuyomi-san.”

“I’m not really normal.”

“You’re saying you’re not normal yourself?”

“I don’t think there’s many people post videos of themselves playing guitar. If it’s videos of singing and dancing, there’s a lot of people doing that.”

“I know there’s a lot of high school girls who posts singing and dancing videos, but aren’t there a lot of videos of high school girls playing guitar as well?”

“There are fewer high school girls playing guitar nowadays.”

Akiho pretends to play her guitar.

“By the way, I can ask you directly what you think about it, right? You watched AHIKO videos with your sister, didn’t you?”

“Ahh yeah, I watched it…but I don’t listen to music much either. I don’t know what to say.”

It’s difficult to judge whether it’s good or bad.

Haruta suppose he could just say ‘it was good’, but he thinks it would be dishonest.

“Are you not familiar with music Sakuraba-kun?”

“It’s not that I don’t listen to it at all…Ah, my dad has a subscription, so I listen to popular songs sometimes.”

Haruta usually listens to game soundtracks, but it’s probably not the answer Akiho is hoping for.

“I guess it’s better than not listening to music at all. I don’t know any of my friends who listen to bands, and I don’t think they even know CDs exist.”

“CDs huh? My dad has a lot of CDs.”

“Eh!? Seriously!?”

Akiho leans in eagerly.

Those magnificent b*****s are right in front of Haruta’s face.

“Y-Yeah. I think my dad is from the CD generation? I’m not sure myself. I think my dad used to have records, but he got rid of it because they were too big.”

“Ehh, did your dad seriously have records? Was your dad into music or something?”

“He wasn’t in a band or something like that, but he can play acoustic guitar. I remember he used to play it a long time ago.”

But somehow the acoustic guitar disappeared from the house.

“Hehehe, does Sakuraba-kun’s dad has a lot of CDs? Does he have a component system?”

“Component? Ah, you mean those things for playing music? There is a machine in the living room that I don’t understand how to use. There is an amplifier and some big speakers. I’m thinking of moving it to the storage room, but my father kept saying no. So it’s just there in the living room. He doesn’t even listen to it these days.”

“Sakuraba-kun…!”

“W-What is it?”

Akiho leans in further and firmly grabs Haruta’s hand with both of hers.

Haruta’s fingertips are slightly touching Akiho’s b*****s as she grabs and pulls Haruta’s hand closer to her.

Haruta is frozen by the incredible softness and bounciness of his female classmate’s b*****s.

Akiho’s eyes sparkle brightly.

“Can I come to your house today Sakuraba-san!?”