Pure-hearted?
With Chisato-nee-san’s daring declaration, I could only shake my head, appease my girls who were starting to get worked up, and pry her off of me.
When she noticed how I was squirming away from her, her pretty eyebrows clashed, glaring at me as though she was offended for not accepting the closeness she was conveying.
“Come on, Ruki. It’s been years since I’ve seen you. The best you can do is give your older sister a hug. You won’t mind it, right, girls?”
Sounding she was still in the right, the girl hurriedly chased after me, her grip tightening around my body. She then looked at the three girls one by one, soliciting their agreement.
Yue and Yua didn’t answer her.
As for Miho, her eyebrows twitched as she forced a smile before saying, “Sure. There’s nothing wrong with it, Nee-san. Help yourself with Ruki.”
So, she said. But the tone of her voice was as emotionless as it gets. One would probably feel the chill from their spine if they heard it.