Chapter 117: Helping Sagiri Amamiya Apply Sunscreen

No words were exchanged throughout the night.

Early the next morning, Anhe woke the Yumiya sisters along with Eri Tachibana. With only two days left before the start of the school term, he intended to settle the moving arrangements beforehand.

After contacting the moving company, Anhe took advantage of their arrival delay to help the Yumiya sisters organize their belongings once again. Most of the items were clothes and things purchased after moving here.

During this time, Kurozato Fusako from next door, having heard the commotion, came out of her room. Upon learning about Anhe's move, she voluntarily offered to assist.

Seizing the opportunity, Anhe proposed the idea of living together, but Fusako declined, citing the proximity of Sakuri’s school and the inconvenience moving might cause for attending classes.

Anhe did not press the matter. Secretly, when no one was paying attention, he managed to obtain a key to Fusako’s house, reasoning that love doesn’t come knocking on its own.

Once everything was packed, the moving company arrived downstairs. After handing over the apartment to the landlord and bidding farewell to Fusako, Anhe had the Yumiya sisters and Eri take a taxi to the new home, while he followed on his bike.

The bustling scene of Tokyo in the early morning stirred a strange sensation within Anhe. Without narration or stage lights, perhaps he too would have been just another face in the crowd.

Shaking his head to dispel such thoughts, he focused on cycling.

In big cities, motorcycles often hold an advantage over cars in traffic; thus, it wasn’t until several minutes after Anhe arrived that the sisters and movers showed up.

After parking the bike, Anhe began directing the movers to efficiently unload and carry the items inside. Meanwhile, Saori Yumiya took Sayu and Eri on a tour of the new house.

The villa had many bedrooms, but Anhe and the sisters subtly chose three adjacent rooms. Eri was purposely assigned a room a little farther away—not out of estrangement, but to shield her innocent childhood from any unsettling noises that might arise at night.

All for the sake of the children! Thinking this, Anhe felt his guilt gradually fade.

Since they had relatively few belongings, the movers finished in under half an hour.

Watching the moving truck disappear from sight, Anhe slowly closed the front door.

Just as he turned, the narrator’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

“A villa in the desolate outskirts, two defenseless girls, plus a clueless little child—such an opportunity, would you really let it slip? Indeed, chances favor the ambitious! By the way, there are still a few bottles of red wine in the cabinet. Perhaps you could get the Yumiya sisters drunk, then make your move. Given their current fondness for you, they likely wouldn’t say much afterward.”

“That’s true—they wouldn’t say much, because by then, if they see me again, it might be through iron bars.”

Muttering to himself, Anhe headed toward the door, but before he took two steps, a curious female voice suddenly sounded beside him.

“What iron bars?”

Startled, Anhe turned to see Saori Yumiya had quietly come up beside him.

“You sneaky! How can you walk so silently?”

Relieved, Anhe glanced her over.

Saori wore a pale yellow bikini, her golden hair styled into two buns. Her delicate feet stood on the lush green lawn, and her alabaster skin gleamed like jade, with a faint blush visible on her joints and stomach.

Not shy at all, Saori boldly lifted her bikini top’s neckline with her fingers, stretching it outward before suddenly releasing it. The fabric snapped back, colliding with her skin with a sharp “pop.”

“Tsk tsk,” Anhe shook his head with a hint of regret.

If it had been Sayu making that gesture, it surely would have stirred waves.

Apparently sensing his thoughts, Saori, who had been blushing and awaiting praise, suddenly pouted like an angry kitten, hands on hips, and said indignantly:

“Hey, what do you mean by shaking your head like that?”

“N-no, it’s just I didn’t sleep well last night, my neck’s sore,” Anhe laughed nervously, not daring to reveal his true feelings and quickly changing the subject.

“What are you planning to do dressed like that? Where are Sayu and Eri?”

“Swimming, of course. The front yard has such a large pool; it’d be a waste not to use it,” Saori said confidently before adding, “Sayu’s still changing, and that little brat is probably in her room.”

“You didn’t invite her?” Anhe raised an eyebrow.

Saori rolled her eyes and replied dryly, “What do you take me for? Of course, I invited her. She just said she had other things to do and refused.”

“A little kid with other things to do? I don’t buy it.”

Just as Anhe was about to check upstairs, Saori suddenly grabbed his hand.

“What’s wrong?”

Curious, Anhe turned back to see Saori blushing deeply, shifting her body and tiptoeing while drawing circles on the ground, her voice barely a whisper.

“Kiss me.”

“Huh?”

The volume was too low for Anhe to hear clearly.

Seeing this, Saori raised her voice a little more.

“I said, kiss me.”

“I still can’t hear you.”

Anhe shrugged helplessly but couldn’t help a sly smile.

Realizing he understood but pretended not to, Saori’s cheeks flushed, and she pounced on him, wrapping her smooth white legs tightly around his waist like chains. She clung to him like a koala.

“Mmm~”

After the kiss, Saori jumped down, wiping the corner of her mouth proudly.

Seizing the moment, Anhe stepped back, gasping and glaring at her.

“You little devil, why do you bite your tongue like that?”

“Tch, you asked for it,” Saori said, hands on hips, acting tsundere.

Feeling guilty, Anhe stuck out his tongue to check for injury. Fortunately, Saori’s bite was gentle compared to her sister’s; no wounds or blood appeared.

Just as he was about to playfully retaliate, the door suddenly opened, and Sayu Yumiya, also in a bikini, stepped out.

“I’ll get you next time,” she whispered fiercely to Saori.

Anhe chuckled, walking over to her.

“Sayu, are you joining us for a swim?”

“Yeah, Saori wants me to keep her company.”

Saori smiled warmly but her gaze lingered on the lipstick mark around Anhe’s mouth.

Without comment, she raised two fingers and gently wiped it away, reminding him, “Eri’s still in her room. You should check on her.”

“Got it,” Anhe nodded, though his eyes couldn’t help but glance at Sayu’s ample cleavage.

He withdrew his earlier remark. This was no mere ripple—it was a roaring tide.

Noticing his gaze but mindful of others nearby, Sayu blushed deeply.

“All right, I’ll let you have your fill tonight,” she whispered, playfully pushing Anhe.

Startled, he brightened.

“Deal?”

“Sure, sure,” Sayu nodded, amused yet helpless.

Come to think of it, she had been looking forward to it, having been teased by Anhe all last night and nearly interrupted by little Eri just as things were heating up.

Under such circumstances, anyone would feel desire—especially Sayu, who was tasting forbidden fruit for the first time.

Meanwhile, satisfied with the answer, Anhe leisurely headed upstairs.

On the second floor, Eri’s room was at the end of the corridor. The door was ajar, and faint rustling sounds came from within.

“What’s she up to?” Anhe wondered, pushing the door open and calling out, “Eri, you—”

His words died as he froze.

Eri, caught in the act of slipping off her panties on the bed, stared wide-eyed at him.

The two locked eyes in stunned silence until Eri blushed, closed her eyes, and without hesitation threw the pink fabric adorned with little rabbits at him.

The cloth arced beautifully through the air, landing squarely on Anhe’s face, filling his nose with a faint scent of milk-scented shower gel.

Regaining composure, Anhe quickly removed the fabric, spun around, and closed the door, all while explaining, “The door wasn’t locked, so I just opened it. Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything.”

“Baka, pervert,” Eri mumbled softly from inside, glancing down at herself.

Nothing was there anymore.

“I shouldn’t have given it to him.”

Eri regretted it but couldn’t retrieve the item now, so she kicked her legs in frustration.

“Forget it, I won’t use that one.”

She bent down, rummaged through her bag, and soon found a blue piece with a rabbit pattern.

After putting it on and adding a pleated skirt, Eri got off the bed.

Adjusting her outfit, the little girl hesitated before tiptoeing to the door, gripping the handle and opening it.

Outside, seeing Eri willingly open the door, Anhe sighed in relief and quickly handed her the fabric, explaining, “I didn’t use it.”

Unexpectedly, Eri tilted her head, finger to her lips, and asked puzzled, “Brother, what is this?”

“Your thing,” Anhe replied, confused.

Eri shook her head firmly.

“This isn’t mine. I don’t have this.”

Without waiting for a response, she bypassed Anhe and hopped down the stairs.

The corridor was empty once more.

Anhe looked at the still-warm fabric in his hand, then at Eri’s retreating figure, rubbing his nose helplessly.

“I can’t very well keep this on me.”

He instinctively checked his pockets.

Good—no strange items today.

Of course, that wouldn’t last.

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Back at the front yard on the first floor, Anhe found the three by the pool.

Saori floated on her back in the water, Eri sat by the pool’s edge nearby, her tiny rosy feet splashing, cheering Saori on.

Sayu lay like a salted fish on a sun lounger by the poolside.

Walking over to Sayu, Anhe whispered, “Not going for a swim?”

“No, I want to lie down,” Sayu’s lazy voice replied. She flipped over and patted her back, asking, “Can you help put sunscreen on?”

“Gladly,” Anhe smiled, taking the sunscreen from a nearby table. He poured some into his hands, rubbed them together, and began applying it to Sayu’s back.

Her skin, already fair and smooth, felt like a peeled boiled egg—soft and supple under his touch.

Anhe applied the lotion meticulously, covering every spot.

At first, Sayu closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. But as his fingers pressed deeper, she couldn’t help but let out a small moan and grabbed his mischievous hand, glaring fiercely.

Anhe wasn’t intimidated by a glare, but considering Saori and Eri nearby, he restrained himself.

The winter midday sun cast a warm glow.

Sayu, lying on the lounger, gradually drifted off to sleep, her long lashes fluttering, lips slightly parted, breathing softly and evenly.

Anhe stopped his ministrations. Saori ceased swimming, and Eri stopped splashing.

For a moment, the entire front yard fell silent, as if afraid to disturb the sleeping princess.

Saori slowly moved to the pool’s edge, resting her chin on her hands, staring intently at Sayu’s sleeping face.

After a long while, she whispered, “Big sister is so adorable.”

“You’re adorable too,” Anhe replied.

Upon hearing this, Saori’s cheeks flushed crimson.

In that moment, she looked like a lotus blooming from water—her exquisite face even more delicate after being refreshed by the water.

A few droplets clung to her fair collarbone, tracing down her smooth skin before falling into the pool.

Noticing Anhe’s gaze, Saori shyly turned her head aside.

Women in love are like that: sometimes bold and assertive, even demanding kisses, yet at other times, a careless word from their beloved can make their hearts bloom for a long time.

As a brief explanation for yesterday’s lack of update:

Due to some personal matters, I spent the past two days shuttling back and forth to the police station, only finishing late this afternoon. That’s why there was no update yesterday. Today was also too late to catch up. But rest assured, I will make time tomorrow to compensate, along with an extra chapter. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while but kept postponing it. I feel sorry about that, and the editor has reminded me several times. Now I’m determined to correct my ways and add extra content. I hope everyone will support me. The humble author thanks you all.

(End of this chapter)