His Childhood Friend is a Beautiful, Reclusive Girl, So He Spends His After-School Hours in Her Room (But He’s Not Her Boyfriend!) - Ch. 33: It Was Supposed To Be Souta's Turn, But Yuika Unexpectedly Got Serious And It Was Yuika's Turn Again

It was now three minutes after I had seen Yuika in her underwear.
The floor was littered with clothes, and I was feeling down in the dumps.
After all, I hadn’t been able to clear up Iori’s misunderstanding.

“Haa, what if this makes Iori a recluse too, seriously…”

Well, Iori is a solid person and will not become a recluse because of this, but I am sure his image of Souta nii-san will plummet.

“… This hurts. The pain is endless and deep…”

I picked up the clothes that were stuck on my head and shoulders, and also the clothes from the floor. If I don’t clean up, no one will be able to put them back in Yuika’s room. It’s sad that I’m so earnest even at a time like this…

I knocked on the door to Yuika’s room again. There was no answer. But if she doesn’t tell to not enter, it means she’s already dressed. I understand with my long-time understanding and turn the knob.

“Welcome again, Souta.”
“Yes, I’m here again.”
“Well, is there anything I can do for you?”

She smiled, almost deliberately.
Of course, she wasn’t in her underwear anymore.

Yuika was sitting on the bed in her pajamas, her arms and legs crossed in a lumpy position.
A variety of beautiful girl figures were lined up around her, ready to attack me. It was like a queen and her soldiers. They’re in a rage, aren’t they?

I put the clothes I had picked up in the corner of the room and sat down in front of the bed.
Of course, I was sitting upright.

“Yuika…”
“Mmm.”

It was easy to imagine why she was in that situation earlier.
I guess since she couldn’t kiss me yesterday, she was trying to please me in a cute outfit instead.

So she was wondering what kind of clothes to wear, trying on this and that, and then I came along.

I’ll apologize to her and promised to buy her a prepaid card. That’s how we always make up.

Yuika should be happy by that idea. I was going to get down on my knees as well.
But unconsciously… words other than apologies spilled out.

“What should I do, Yuika? I don’t know what to do anymore…”
“Eh… ehh!?”

I nodded my head in disappointment and shed a flood of tears.
Seeing this, Yuika panicked. She jumped off the bed and looked at me.

“Wait, wait! I’m not really mad at you, okay? It’s just the usual banter. I’m embarrassed that you saw me in my underwear, but I feel bad that I couldn’t let Souta do something naughty with me, so I think it was a good thing. So don’t cry, okay? Right? Right?”

She rubs my back with devotion.
But I can’t stop crying.

“…… I’m sorry. It wasn’t. I’m actually struggling with a relationship right now…”
“Relationship? You’re asking a recluse for advice on relationships?”
“My reputation is wavering between being a pervert and a reliable nii-chan…”
“The problem with perverted relationships!? But a dependable nii-chan is…ah, I’m starting to understand something. That’s a big mess.”
“I know! I know the circumstances are trivial. But trust between men is irreplaceable…”

For example, senior and junior. Or you can replace it with boss and subordinate.
It is very painful for a man to lose the trust of his otouto who has been looking up to him.
In fact, I’ve been surprisingly damaged myself.

“Dang it, how did this happen? What did I do to deserve this…?”
“Hmm, this is about Iori, isn’t it? It’s just a hunch, but I think Souta’s been through a lot, you know? There’s a lot of things that are hard to put into words.”
“I don’t know what’s going on anymore… Nothing! Not one bit of this!”
“Well, I guess that’s how it is for him too.”

She stared at me and mumbled.

“But it’s refreshing. I can’t believe that Souta, who is always so reliable, is so depressed in front of me… I might be a little bit touched.”

A thin hand reached out and patted me on the head.

“Here, here, the beautiful Yuika onee-san will comfort you, so cheer up, okay?”
“… pattings is too rough.”
“That’s the way Souta always strokes me.”
“I think I’m more light…”
“Mmm.”

She pouted. If the one who is comforted is sulking, there’s nothing to be done.
But then her cherry-red lips suddenly whispered. In a somewhat mature voice, she whispered, “… it’s something special, okay?”
And the next moment.

“Hey.”
“—Eh!?”

She hugged me, nuzzling my face into her F-cup.
Her chest was filled with an unbelievable softness. Despite the softness, I could also feel the unique hardness of her bra through the fabric of her pajamas.
The feeling was so strange that it almost sparked my head.

“Wha!? Yu, i, ka, what are you…?”
“Yes, yes, no fuss, no fuss. Be quiet.”

I panicked and jerked away, but on the contrary, she held me tightly.
The softg sensation made me dizzy as it pressed down on both my cheeks.
In this position, she gently rubbed my back.

“All right, all right. Good boy, good boy.”

A comforting voice whispered in my ear.

“Souta is always working hard. So don’t worry. There’s nothing to worry about.”

What, is this…?
The soft touch, gentle hands, and pleasant voice almost melted my brain.
And even though we are so close together, for some reason it doesn’t excite me. Rather, it gives me an irresistible sense of security.
Really, what the heck is this…

“Shut-in heroine secret technique, a psuedo-reality marble ‘Cuteness make you speechless world, you’re a Subspecies so you’re fine with Onee-san right? Compilation.’”
“mar, ble…?”
“You don’t know Souta? You can’t escape, then, can you?”
[TLN: Reality Marble from Fate. Each time there’s reference, TL difficulty increase by 100 levels.]

I was hugged even tighter.
I felt like the weakest part of my heart was being wrapped up at once.

“… I don’t know about you, but I think this is a tremendously bad idea… Let go of me. I have a premonition. If you continue like this, I will become dependent on Yuika…!”
“Depend on it, boy.”

Her cheek was rubbed against the top of my head as she hugged me.
I was given a downpour of favors, and my whole body was filled with happiness.

“If you depend on me earnestly, Onee-san will spoil you to the fullest, okay? Don’t worry, don’t be afraid. No matter what happens, your Onee-san will protect you…”

“This is for the teen Souta, so don’t say anything,” she whispered.
She stroked my hair and whispered in my ear with her warm breath.

“—I love you.”

Crap…
Oh no, it’s melting. I’m melting…

[TLN: 3 / 5. The reference hurts my head. I go take a small nap and finish the last two after. Also just when I was saying the chapter title is getting smaller.]