Chapter 677 - Probe (1)
Five minutes later, I found myself standing in front of the door that clearly had the sign ‘Setsuna’.
I could hear some idle chatter inside the room but most of it was drowned out by the crisp sound of a mechanical keyboard. Someone was busily typing. And just from how frequent it was, she’s undeniably someone who had a high WPM.
Anyway, I had simply no idea what they’re doing inside the room unless I entered it and poked my nose in their business.
Looking around and straining my ears to eavesdrop downstairs, both Satsuki’s mom and Sakuma hadn’t returned yet.
Satsuki was still inside her room, accompanying the two girls.
I excused myself for the same reason of going to the bathroom after conveniently waking myself up minutes after Kanzaki and Aya’s return.
Obviously, that reason was a lie. I agreed to visit the room of Satsuki’s sister to introduce myself one more time and to get her off of her little sister’s back.
Well, Satsuki was supposed to come with me. However, she had to time it well or else, Kanzaki would suspect us once again. Either way, it’s not like that girl could do anything if she started suspecting so… I told Satsuki to just make another excuse to leave a few minutes after I left.
“Onee-san?”
To finish this once and for all, I knocked on their door and called out.
With the sound as if someone tumbled down from her chair, I heard Juri’s voice from inside exclaiming, “What’s wrong with you?!”. And a moment later, the door opened revealing the disheveled state of Satsuki’s older sister, Setsuna.
She only flashed a wide smile as she pulled me inside their room, ignoring the fact that the shirt she was wearing was somehow loose on her shoulder which revealed the pink strap of her bra.
My eyes instantly took in the interior of the room, near the bed that was on the left side of the room, Juri was bending forward to stand up the chair that tumbled.
Being the pervert that I am, I couldn’t help but take in that emphasized asset behind her. The room was only illuminated with the light on the computer so that’s probably why she looked defenseless. From that amazing angle that she did, her skirt was pulled up slightly, revealing her sexy lingerie. Well, I called it sexy because it’s the type that adults wear; tight around that mass of flesh that contains a part of the men’s dreams. What she’s wearing made it appear more compact. On top of that, she’s wearing a pair of stockings which further accentuated it.
It’s not wrong to say that anyone would want to dig their fingers in it.
Ah. I was getting distracted.
Anyway, all of that was something I observed for the few seconds that she’s bending forward. My observation skill seemed to be stronger when it comes to perverted things.
“… What’s the rush, Onee-san? We’re still going to wait for Satsuki.” I intentionally opened a conversation to not let her catch on to what I did.
And sure enough, Setsuna bit on it. “Are you her dog, Onoda-kun? Don’t worry. I’m not a vixen who will devour my sister’s beloved man.”
“From how you’re dressed, it will be hard for someone to be convinced by your words if you’re seen, onee-san.” I curved my lips awkwardly.
Not gonna lie, from how disheveled her appearance was at the moment, she’s nothing short of seductive.
She had already changed into an oversized shirt and down below, not including her exposed shoulders and her prominent collarbone, I had no idea if she’s wearing shorts underneath it or just straight-up underwear. I guess that’s a question that I will not dare ask.
Nevertheless, considering she knew that she’s about to meet a guy or just the fact that Sakuma would return, she’s probably wearing one, just short enough to also be covered by the shirt.
Wait… it’s not even a minute and my thoughts had already thoroughly observed the two.
Although I still hadn’t come in close contact with Juri, just the way she dressed along with the few seconds that I got to look at her face, she’s no doubt another looker. Furthermore, she’s probably the type that’s strict and meticulous.
The girl already sat down in front of the computer, not bothering me or Setsuna. The soothing sound of the mechanical keyboard once again became the backdrop of the room.
“Oh! Do you find this inappropriate? Is it because I look like Satsuki?”
“That’s a part of it. But if onee-san is comfortable with that then it’s fine. I only came here as promised.”
I’m not someone who will get flustered just because someone alluring is standing in front of me. But that’s only the case if that someone wasn’t one of my girls.
She fits that category so… my perverted observation was my limit.
Apart from that, I am also somewhat curious why she’s keen on getting to know me. It’s not like we’re going to interact with each other more after this day.
So, what’s the deal?
With that kind of answer from me, Setsuna nodded continuously as if she’s extremely pleased
Following that, the girl began circling around me. Observing me closely. After doing so, she stood in front and reached for my chin. She moved it to the left and right, adeptly inspecting my facial features.
She’s shorter than Satsuki which means our height was almost the same. With the girl standing in front of me, she either didn’t mind me observing her as well or she’s unaware. 𝘦.𝘰𝘳𝑔
Anyway, from her actions alone, the question in my mind was answered. This girl was also just as curious about her sister’s boyfriend.
“Onoda-kun, may I ask a question?”
After a while, she released her hold on my chin and took a step back before finally meeting my gaze.
“Go ahead, onee-san. Isn’t that why I’m here?”
“You’re right. Then, how long have you known Satsuki?”
As she dropped that question, I instantly noticed that the tone she used on that question was different from the rather mischievous and cheerful tone that she always used.
Ah… I got it. I was right.
Setsuna as a college student is an adult. Moreover, she doesn’t even come off as dumb or stupid…
Back when that incident happened, she’s no longer an innocent girl.
That’s why… Setsuna wanted to know the entire story of why Satsuki so easily dropped and replaced Sakuma, who the girl requested from her years ago.