After the homeroom following the entrance ceremony ended, the male protection teacher immediately came to the classroom and drove me home. In the car, the teacher drove quietly without saying anything. It seems there are rules for transportation as well, and they don't initiate conversation from their side.

I wonder if it’s okay for me to talk to them?

While I was thinking that, we arrived at my house in no time.

I hear that the house where a male lives must be a facility designated by the municipality or an approved residence. The home we currently live in is a metropolitan housing complex with strict security, where many families of males besides the Sakura family live.

I’m alone.

I’m just sitting idly in the living room.

Kaa-san works and won’t be back until past evening, and Miumi isn’t a new student, so she has normal classes after the opening ceremony, meaning she’ll be back around four at the earliest.

For now, I changed into loungewear and opened the fridge. There was a lunch that Kaa-san had prepared for me, so I heated it up and ate it.

It’s delicious.

Delicious, but the flavor is refined. To be honest, it’s bland.

I think it’s very good for my health.

But, you know?

A guy who’s lived alone for years craves food with a more… punchy flavor.

What’s more, the current me is young.

In my previous life, I was at an age where I found harami and tongue tastier than kalbi, but I’m not in that body anymore. My body is craving the calories for growth now.

…Maybe I should just make something myself.

I’ll do that next time.

Kaa-san might be happy if I make her something too.

Come to think of it, these past few days I’ve been using my time getting closer to Miumi, so I haven’t had enough time to study things about this house or the cultural differences from my original world. Maybe I’ll do that now.

First, in preparation for my first cooking, I’ll check the cooking utensils and seasonings, and after that, look over the cleaning supplies and the things in the house…

Rustle rustle, rummage rummage.

As I was doing that, Miumi came home.

When I thought it was already that time, it turned out classes had ended an hour early.

“What are you doing?”

“Hm? Ah, I was looking at the kitchen stuff.”

“?”

“Well, I thought I’d try cooking sometime.”

“Huh? You, Onii-chan?”

“Is that not okay? I just want to try a little.”

“It’s not that it’s not okay…”

“When I make it, you’ll eat it too, Miumi.”

“…Yeah.”

Miumi nodded with a little smile.

As I thought, we’ve gotten a lot closer now.

If that’s the case, I wonder if it’d be okay to ask her for the real thing.

“Hey, Miumi.”

“Hm?”

“I want to do that, is that okay?”

“That as in, that?”

What I mean by that here is using our mouths. We’ve been doing it the past few days.

But today, I want to go further.

I won’t say that now, though.

“Yeah, that.”

“…Got it.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

Enthusiastically, I took Miumi’s arm, and she pulled back.

“No… I want to take a shower…”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

So if Miumi’s going to shower, I thought maybe I’d take one too, and then it hit me.

Why hadn’t I thought of this sooner?

“Hey, let’s bathe together.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s take a shower.”

“…”

“Hey, please, come on.”

“……Fine, but it’s embarrassing.”

The silence of the “…” was longer than usual.

Is there resistance? If so, I need to ease it even a little. I have to say something.

“You’re cute, Miumi, so I want to see you. Come on.”

“Mm…”

I gave her a peck on the lips, then wrapped my arms around her little shoulders and headed for the bathroom.

I’d finally thought of it, but I had absolutely no idea how much that hastily cobbled-together, shallow line helped to ease her, not having ever talked to a girl before.

* * *

The shower was a lot of fun.

First, the obligatory washing each other.

I’d really like to get all slippery together, but for now, I’ll wash Miumi.

I used plenty of body soap and lathered it up, then used my palms, stomach, and chest to wash Miumi’s body with light strokes.

From the outside of her body, of course. The tips of her feet, the tips of her hands… heels, calves, wrists, knees…

I wash slowly and carefully.

At first, Miumi seemed ticklish from the unfamiliar sensation, but gradually, as my hands seemed to approach the center of her body, she started making sounds that slipped out.

Once I’d finished washing her limbs, I wrapped my arms around her small back as if enveloping her, and we washed each other, my chest and stomach rubbing against her back. It feels good. Miumi’s skin is smooth and sleek, so pleasant I want to keep touching it forever. Then I washed her shoulders, her neck, her stomach, and finally, when I stimulated the tips of her chest and her slit using my fingers and palms made slick with soap, she started crying out loudly. Getting carried away, as I carefully stimulated her with slippery, slimy motions, Miumi sank down onto the floor.

By that time, my son (thing) was already rock-hard and swollen.

Hard and swollen, feeling like it might burst.

I couldn’t hold back any longer, so I planned to get Miumi up and have her use her mouth, but perhaps the stimulation was too strong this time, as she was so unable to move that she couldn’t even do that.

Miumi’s slit, as she sat slumped and limp on the bathroom floor, looked incredibly erotic.

Gulp.

I’ll just ask her, after all.

I have no choice but to ask Miumi.

“Hey, Miumi.”

“Nn… nn…”

“Can I put it in?”

“…”

“Hey.”

“…Yeah.”

I love Miumi so much.

I’m so happy.

Insertion is, of course, including my previous life, the first experience of my entire life.

I’m getting excited.

First of all, I laid Miumi on her back.

Now, Miumi’s body is small.

So her slit is also small.

What to do.

More than what to do, I don’t even know where to put it in the first place.

I want to put it in, but what am I supposed to do?

For now, I’ve seen this in videos: I try a motion like pressing the tip of my son against her slit and grinding it around.

I grabbed the base of my son, pressed it hard, and moved it up and down. Miumi let out an “Nnn-nn!”.

Ah, just this feels good.

This is bad. Where is it? Here? No, not here. Here? As I was searching, Miumi lifted her hips just a tiny bit. Then, I felt a response, like the tip could go in a spot even lower than I had thought.

Thinking this was the spot, I pressed my hips forward, and Miumi let out an “Ugh,” a slightly sharper cry, not the sweet voice she’d been making until now.

Ah, I see. Miumi is a virgin, unlike the ladies who appear in videos.

I’d heard that it hurts the first time for a virgin, but it’s complicated when it’s happening right in front of me.

The feeling of not wanting to cause cute Miumi pain and the feeling of wanting to put it inside Miumi clash in a 1:9 ratio.

I’m sorry, that’s a lie. They weren’t clashing at all. It was such a landslide victory for Team I-Want-to-Put-It-In that it was more a matter of just avoiding a mercy rule called after seven innings.

Miumi, your big brother wants to do it. I want to put it in. I’m sorry.

Ah, but I can’t be greedy.

It’s at times like these that I have to be gentle. I’ll become that kind of man. A man with composure.

The tip slipped just a little into Miumi’s small, tight hole.

So as not to damage Miumi, I pulled my hips back a little, then pushed a little. In and out, little by little, little by little. I don’t know how long I did that, but when my son was about halfway in, Miumi brought both hands to her face.

She isn’t crying out.

I wonder if it hurts. Is she holding back the pain?

“Miumi, I’m sorry. Does it hurt?”

“…Nn…”

“Should I stop? Are you okay?”

“…I’m okay… keep going…”

“Thank you, Miumi. I love you.”

My son reacted to Miumi’s words. I could clearly tell it had gotten even harder and stronger than before.

“I’m okay… keep going.” She’s enduring pain for my sake.

I’ve just felt for the first time in my body that words of acceptance for who I am have a huge effect on the body.

I wondered whether I should stop here.

She looks like she’s in pain and I feel sorry for her.

I wavered, but my son decided that we should go all the way here, so I swayed my hips slowly and slightly.

At first, the movement of my hips was awkward even to myself, but I gradually got used to it. Then, I was finally able to feel Miumi with my son.

Miumi’s inside was hot.

It was a first-time sensation, to taste my entire son being wrapped in something so hot and soft.

Pull and push, pull and push.

It’s an indescribable pleasure.

As my feelings soared and I kissed Miumi, she bravely responded, tangling her tongue with mine earnestly.

And with her small body, she clings to me desperately.

When my affection grew from the kiss and the feeling of her clinging, the greatest pleasure of my life surged up in an instant, so I released that pleasure right inside Miumi.

The outpouring filled Miumi’s small, tight inside, so I felt it become even hotter in there than before.

I-It felt so good.

……

It felt so good my legs nearly gave out.

So sex feels this good. I never knew…

Miumi, thank you. And I’m sorry.

Big brother completely stopped caring about you at the end there… I’m sorry.

As I took a breather on top of the still-motionless Miumi like that, my son, still enveloped in the heat and softness of her insides, stood up again and became hard just from the slightest stimulation when Miumi breathed.

Once hard, the stimulation it received increased. Just a small movement of our bodies feels good. It’s getting harder and harder.

No good.

I can’t go any further.

Miumi is injured, after all.

But, what should I do? I want to move just a little more.

I want to feel this pleasure even more, more and more.

What to do.

As I remained unable to move my body amidst that inner conflict, suddenly, Miumi gently cupped my face in both hands.

Then, she drew my face to hers and gave me a kiss.

“Onii-chan…”

“Miumi, thank you.”

“You know, something’s strange.”

“Hm?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Huh?”

“It doesn’t hurt… it feels good.”

“…Status Open.”

“Eh?”

Ignoring the “What the heck is this guy saying?” face Miumi made at her brother who had suddenly uttered a string of nonsense, I’m going to open the status screen. I want to check right now.

Sakura Haruto

LV5 'UP'

Strength E-

Stamina E 'UP'

Intelligence E-

Agility E 'UP'

Dexterity E 'UP'

Charm A

Luck C

Skills

Speechcraft 'Special': LV2 'UP'

Healing 'Special': LV2 'UP'

Skill Granting 'Special': LV1

Purification 'Special': LV1

EXP Granting 'Special': LV2 'UP'

Pleasure Granting 'Special': LV2 'UP'

Singing: LV6

※【Special】Activates during preparatory actions before sexual activity, during sexual activity, or immediately after sexual activity ends. Has no effect otherwise.

Ah, I’d forgotten.

There was a setting like that, wasn’t there.

So the Healing skill actually does work…

“Onii-chan?”

“…Hey, Miumi.”

“Hm?”

“Can we do it one more time?”

“…It’s okay… but…”

“But?”

“I want to do it in a bed. My body’s getting cold.”

“That’s true. Alright, then, let’s rinse off and go to your room.”

“Okay.”