Poor, Weak and Powerless

"Asahi."

Mashiro looked at Asahi in the bath intently, in this situation she still acted indifferent.

"I've been thinking..."

The girl spoke up.

"What to think?"

Facing Asahi's silence, Mashiro continued her conversation: "I think it's better to take a bath together."

Asahi didn't refuse, the two of them did even more intimate things.

"Forget it, come in, don't stand at the door."

Seeing Mashiro enter the bathroom honestly, Asahi added: "Remember to close the door."

"Oh."

...

It's been an hour since the two of them came out of the bathroom.

Let Mashiro go back to the room to sleep, Asahi thinks about whether it is necessary to bring gifts when he comes home tomorrow.

It can be regarded as a meeting with the elders, let alone it has been a long time, need to bring some gifts, but he doesn't know what to choose.

He couldn't think of any good options for this kind of thing, so he called Utaha and asked her opinion. After all, women are softer than men, especially regarding similar matters.

Thanks to this, he got a lot of related opinions.

The day goes by fast, and he is quite tired, so he has sex again with Mashiro. Asahi basically didn't do anything else, and returned to the room to lie down.

...

The next day.

Asahi took Kobato, who was neat and fully clothed, to go out, and told Rikka to stay at home obediently. But Mashiro basically doesn't need to ask, as long as she devotes herself to painting, one painting all day long, and she doesn't leave her nest.

Prepared a lunch and dinner just in case for the two of them beforehand, and found that there was nothing to worry about, so Asahi left Sakurasou.

At the end of August, Tokyo is still hot, as if even the air is distorted, and the temperature of the house is about to thaw.

Kobato was wearing an overheated gothic dress with a sullen face.

"I wanted you to wear lighter clothes, but you didn't listen."

Asahi felt helpless holding Kobato's small hand who was about to cry.

There was an air conditioner blowing cold air inside Sakurasou, so of course one couldn't feel how high it was outside. However, when they came out, it was like being on a steamer.

Kobato wanted to cry, looking sad, pitiful, weak and helpless.

Asahi has nothing to do, he can't bring down the temperature.

"Patience, it will be better when you get on the bus later."

He could only comfort his little sister gently in this way.

"Un."

Kobato didn't even have the energy to use her chuunibyou side to curse the sun.

She used to say "the sun is my enemy". Something like that, now she doesn't even want to talk, the sun has evaporated her vitality.

Luckily, not long after walking, the two arrived at the University of the Arts station, took the tram to St. Chronica's Academy, and once there, they changed to a bus and got off at the fifth stop.

Asahi and Kobato had been here before, but perhaps it had been too long, Kobato couldn't remember clearly. There were too many strange things on her mind, trivial matters like this might have been forgotten long ago.

Following the path in memory, Asahi got off the bus and asked his little sister to look across.

Across from the bus terminal, a door made of pure metal, more than three meters high and four to five meters wide stood here, with a sign beside it saying private territory.

It has to be said that the residence of the rich is like this, and it is the same when they go to the villa area for vacation.

Looking in through the wide iron gate, Asahi could see a very luxurious house, just like a castle.

That's right, the Kashiwazaki family is very important in Japanese political and economic circles. Not only financial resources, but also underground power, and land control are all intertwined.

There are almost no other houses in the vicinity, and the pastoral scenery is endless.

Although this place is not a metropolitan area, but the scenery is so relaxing, it's hard to imagine being in the same city as busy Tokyo, as if traveling back in time more than ten years.

The house was Kashiwazaki's residence, Asahi and Kobato crossed the street without any traffic at all, and headed straight for the mansion. After walking for about ten minutes, the two finally reached the end of the street.

It sounds exaggerated, but it's the truth, and it's just the tip of the iceberg of capitalist prosperity.

Standing in front of the gate of the oppressive mansion, Asahi recalls the time he spent here as if nostalgic.

To be honest, the environment remains basically the same. The fountain outside and the forest on both sides seemed to be taken care of by special personnel. He still remembers being dragged into the forest by the blonde girl in his memories to explore.

"Onii-chan, I'm so hot and uncomfortable."

Kobato interrupted in a low voice, and revealed an embarrassed expression.

"What is it?"

Asahi thought Kobato was suffering from heat stroke, so he quickly touched his little sister's sweat-drenched forehead.

Seeing her big brother's concerned expression, Kobato lowered her head with a small hot face and said, "Panties was soaked."

Asahi was stunned for a moment.

"Wait and take a shower."

"Un."

While the two of them were talking, at this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Kobato immediately following instinct and fear, she hid behind Asahi.

A man in a light kimono that didn't match the mansion, and a woman in maid clothes stood behind the opened door.

The woman who opened the door was a woman in a housekeeper's uniform, she was a shoulder-length blonde beauty, she was around 25 years old, but she looked younger.

Because she was as expressionless as a doll, Kobato looked slightly frightened.

A man in a light kimono in his 30s, with long black hair, his bangs neatly slicked back, and tied into a ponytail at the back of his head.

Even though he was a very handsome man, but his expression was scary, clothes and hairstyle like that. He looks like a big bad guy who's hard to get along with.

That's what it looks like.