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Why is Kaho at my apartment?
And why didn’t she use the key?
Before I could ask that, I realized something more important.
Kaho’s hair and uniform were soaking wet.
I panicked.
“We need to get you dry.”
“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?”
“It is more important that you don’t catch a cold.”
When I said that, Kaho nodded weakly and smiled a little happily.
I unlocked the front door and let Kaho in.
Then I asked her to sit down on a chair at the table.
I knew that Mikoto-san had not returned yet.
I was about to hand her a towel when she stared at me.
“I want Haruto to dry my hair.”
She asked me sweetly.
What’s wrong?
Her attitude was different from usual.
Kaho is a cheerful and energetic girl, but now she seemed somewhat fragile.
I nodded and gently put a towel on her hair as she sat on the chair.
Kaho said to me.
“Do you know what day it is today?”
I thought.
What was it?
It was a weekday in December. It wasn’t a national holiday.
It wasn’t even Kaho’s birthday.
Then I remembered.
“It is the day Kaho’s father passed away, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Kaho’s father had died in an accident. It was still before Kaho was born.
About ten months after the day of the accident, Kaho was born.
(TLN: ???? Huhhhh 10 months???)
Until a few years ago, I used to join her in visiting her father’s grave on this day.
Kaho’s mother was a doctor and a strong-willed person, but on this day she was always very weak.
She always invited me and my father to join her, saying, “It’s too sad for us to be alone.”
It seems that my parents and Kaho’s parents were friends in school.
The fact that Kaho and I have been friends since childhood is due in large part to this connection.
Kaho, who had no father, was very fond of my father.
Kaho had her hair wiped as I was thinking.
“Father and my mother had s*x about the same time my father had his accident, and that’s how I was born.”
“Well… I guess that’s what it is.”
I was about to say, “You don’t have to say such an obvious thing.” when something caught my attention.
“My father” and “father”.
Why didn’t Kaho call them the same way?
I took some of the dampness out of Kaho’s hair with a towel, handed her the towel, and went to the sink to get a hairdryer.
And when I came back, I almost lost my temper.
Kaho was standing there smiling at me.
Before I knew it, she had taken off her school uniform.
All Kaho was wearing was a pair of plain white sports underwear.
The rest was just a towel draped over her shoulders.
“Would you have preferred more s**y underwear?”
Kaho giggled.
I don’t think that’s the problem.
I felt myself blushing.
The person I liked was almost n***d in front of me.
And her underwear was also wet and slightly transparent.
Kaho gently approached me and stroked my cheek.
“Haruto is embarrassed. It might be a little interesting.”
“Why are you taking off your clothes?”
“Because I got wet.”
“I want you to stop acting like that.”
“Even though you really want to see it.”
Kaho smiled mischievously.
I was confused.
What on earth does she want?
“Go take a shower, and I’ll get you a change of clothes.”
“No. I came here to talk with Haruto, so that comes first. I’ll probably never come back to this apartment after this conversation, so don’t worry.”
“Conversation?”
“If Haruto and I had s*x here, it would result in a child, right?”
“That’s right… but that won’t happen.”
“How can you be so sure it won’t happen?”
Kaho blushed and looked at me.
If someone said such a thing to me embarrassed in underwear, I think I might mistake it for being seduced.
There is something strange about Kaho today.
“When Haruto confessed his feelings to me, I was scared.”
“Scared?”
“When you said you liked me, Haruto’s behavior was different from usual. At that moment, I felt that he was a boy, too, and I got scared.”
“I’m sorry if I scared you.”
I felt bad.
I was alone with her in this room when I confessed my love to her, and I would have been surprised if she had suddenly told me she liked me.
“But I was happy. I was happy that Haruto told me he liked me.”
“I thought it would only be a nuisance to Kaho.”
It’s kind of funny.
I thought Kaho was thinking this way.
She wanted to be just a childhood friend with me. That’s why I should not have fallen in love with Kaho. I didn’t want her to confess her feelings to me.
But from what Kaho just said, it seems that things are a little different.
She looked me up and down.
“You’re dating Mikoto-san, right?”
“Yeah. That’s right.”
“Congrats.”
Kaho said sadly.
I don’t know if this is a good answer, though, because she told me to stop pretending to be her lover, to be precise.
“What did you and Mikoto-san do? Did you do lover-like things?”
“Holding hands and stuff?”
“Did you kiss…?”
“Yes.”
When I replied with a nod, Kaho stared at me with a dark expression on her face.
I hurriedly added.
“‘Well, when I say kiss, I mean just one on the cheek.”
“Is that so?”
“I can’t do more than that.”
“I see.”
Kaho’s face lightened up.
Why is she so happy to hear that I haven’t kissed Mikoto-san?
It’s as if Kaho is jealous of Mikoto-san.
But Kaho doesn’t think anything of me, and she rejected me.
“I’m a very bad girl.”
“You said that before.”
“But I didn’t tell you the whole reason why I’m a bad girl, did I?”
“Reason?”
“Because I’m a liar.”
Saying this, Kaho picked up a wet towel and threw it softly around my neck.
I was startled and distracted by the towel.
It wasn’t good.
The next moment, Kaho pulled herself closer to me.
I quickly backed away to the wall, and Kaho leaned forward leaning all her weight on me.
Her b*****s was pressed against me.
I had no time to blush.
The next moment, her lips were touching mine.
I felt a soft and fresh sensation, and it tasted soft and sweet.
I was left confused and let Kaho do what she wanted to me.
When Kaho pulled away from me, her cheeks turned bright red and she murmured.
“Kissing someone you love feels so good.”
Then she smiled at me with a tearful look on her face.
“I got Haruto’s first kiss. Not Mikoto, I’m Haruto’s first partner.”
“Why… why did you do this?”
“Did Haruto feel good? No, I can tell without asking. It was good.”
Kaho looked at me and said quietly.
“I’m a bad girl and Haruto is a bad boy. My real father is Haruto’s father. Do you know what that means?”
My father is Kaho’s father?
That means…
“Haruto is my blood brother, and I am his real sister.”
Kaho looked at me with moist eyes and once again brought her lips to mine.
I was completely rigid, unable to avoid her kiss, and accepted it.
At that moment, the front door opened.
Mikoto-san was staring at us with her blue eyes wide open.