My Sister’s Scent

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Yeah…

Since when did I care so much about my own chastity or loyalty?

I was pretty damn sure I wasn't a romantic person to begin with.

If I really let loose and threw away all restraint, going full degenerate, I could've taken Kaguya and Ai's virginity long ago.

But at what cost? I'd just end up becoming a selfish bastard who only indulged in his own desires, completely ignoring the feelings of others.

And let's be real, I was absolutely sure Ai and Kaguya wouldn't refuse if I pushed them. Even right now, if I walked into the restroom and took Ai from behind, in this very room, she wouldn't say no.

Hell, she'd probably even be happy about it.

But is that really the kind of person I want to be?

A guy who breaks promises and disregards the feelings of others?

Especially Kaguya?

Her cuteness, her gentleness toward me, her feelings—all of it. Would I betray that just to get laid and satisfy my own selfish urges?

Yeah, she might've made mistakes before, but she owned up to them. She apologized, even said she'd do anything to make up for it.

If I were a douchebag or a scumbag, it'd be so easy to take advantage of her.

I could make her completely submit to me, bend her to my will. But that's not who I am. I'm not some ruthless politician or a cold-blooded assassin like other MCs in webnovels.

I was just a nerd in my past life. A normal, awkward virgin.

Sure, I've had a passion for anime girls. Yeah, I've even lusted after them. And as embarrassing as it is to admit out loud, I used to lust over pixelated waifus on my screen.

But let's not kid ourselves—most people who read harem webnovels or fanfics are just like me.

So I'm not alone in this.

We've got a whole squad of degenerates here.

We're webnovel readers, and maybe a few of us are authors lurking in the shadows too.

"Brother, you seem happy." My sister, Ai Hayasaka, said as she appeared out of nowhere, interrupting my thoughts.

She was already done washing up, looking fresh and ready.

Speaking of my sister, I couldn't help but wonder: was she still working as a maid here?

Maybe still pulling double duty as an assassin and a spy?

She was skilled in combat and espionage, at least in the anime.

Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if someone like Yor Briar popped up in this world too.

That would be... something.

"Brother…"

I didn't even notice how close she had gotten. Lost in my thoughts, I snapped back to reality when she leaned in.

Her breath was uneven, her cheeks flushed as her lips brushed against mine before claiming them in a sudden, passionate kiss.

We were standing right outside the restroom of the karaoke hall, and she didn't give a damn.

Ai wrapped her arms around me, pulling herself into me, letting her warmth, her scent, her entire being press against me.

I froze for a moment, stunned, but then instinctively hugged her back, my hands resting on her waist as I reciprocated her kiss.

Her lips moved against mine, soft yet demanding, as if she wanted to consume me entirely.

We were supposed to be heading out, supposed to go to our respective classes.

But right now, none of that mattered.

We were completely caught up in this moment, drowning in our shared passion.

Her tongue slipped past my lips, and I welcomed her eagerly, the taste of her filling my senses.

Time seemed to stop as we exchanged our breaths, our saliva, immersing ourselves in this forbidden indulgence.

When she finally broke the kiss, her chest heaved as she gasped for air.

A thin string of saliva still connected our lips, glistening under the dim karaoke hall lights.

Ai reached into her pocket and pulled out a tissue.

With careful, deliberate movements, she wiped the trace of our kiss from my lips, her fingers lingering more than necessary.

Then, she turned the tissue on herself, wiping her mouth in the same slow, almost sensual way.

But she didn't throw it away. Instead, she folded the tissue neatly and slid it back into her pocket, as if it were some kind of trophy.

I stared at her, deadpan, but didn't say a word.

What could I even say? Honestly, I didn't mind. If anything, I was happy.

Ai was completely obsessed with me, and somehow, that didn't feel wrong at all.

"Brother... Let's go," she said, her voice soft yet brimming with happiness.

She clung to my arm, practically glowing with joy, her head resting against my shoulder as if she wanted the entire world to see she was mine and I was hers.

She didn't even suggest freshening up again.

Her scent still lingered on me, mixing with my own.

This girl…

What a perverted sister I have indeed.

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"Hayasaka-kun, where have you been? Speaking of which, why do you smell like women?"

My face darkened at his question.

Smell like women?

Dude, what kind of thing was that to say?

Then it hit me—I knew exactly who this guy was.

Standing in front of me with his usual deadpan expression was Ishigami Yu, the emo guy from Kaguya-sama: Love is War.

In my past life, I remembered how his gloomy and awkward personality made him the type of guy who had a hard time being popular.

But honestly, I wasn't one to judge. If we were comparing flaws, I'd been worse than him back then—arrogant, quick-tempered, and often driven by my own ego.

Yet, despite all that, I somehow managed to earn decent popularity and a respectable reputation.

It all boiled down to skill.

Yes, skill issues.

Personality flaws? Anger problems? Inflated ego? None of that mattered if you knew how to play your cards right.

That's how I made it work, and that's why I was here now, looking calm and collected—at least on the surface.

Of course, I wasn't exactly getting provoked at the moment, which helped keep my temper in check.

Most of the people I met here were surprisingly nice.

When someone was nice to me, I'd be nice in return. Simple as that. Even when their obsession or love was borderline insane—something that would crush lesser men—I didn't mind.

In fact, I welcomed it. Obsession was a sign of loyalty, and loyalty was far easier to deal with than guessing whether someone was faking their feelings.

I didn't have the patience for games. Women's minds were too damn hard to read, and their moods shifted like crazy.

I preferred it when they threw themselves at me, making it clear what they wanted. No effort on my part, no drama.

That's the dream, right? Men's romance, men's ultimate fantasy.

"Hello, Hayasaka? Are you even listening?" Ishigami waved his hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I hear you," I said, keeping my voice calm.

"I was saying, you should try this perfume." Ishigami pulled a bottle out of his bag and tossed it at me. "It'll save you a lot of trouble. You know how persistent Kaguya is—what if she smells another girl on you?"

I looked at the bottle in my hand, then back at him.

Why is this guy carrying perfume to class?

Who even does that in real life?

But still, he had a point. Ai's scent was probably still all over me, and I wasn't in the mood for unnecessary drama.

I sprayed some on, letting the faint, neutral fragrance cover me, then handed it back.

"Thanks," I said, offering a nod of appreciation.

"No problem, Hayasaka. We're best friends, aren't we?" Ishigami said with a chuckle, clearly satisfied with himself.

"Yeah, we are," I replied with a small nod.

Not long after, the teacher walked into the classroom, and the atmosphere shifted immediately.

Conversations died down as everyone sat up straighter, falling into silence.

She clapped her hands once, drawing our attention, and started the lesson.

When the class ended, the teacher turned her attention to me.

Her smile was soft, almost motherly, and her eyes carried a warmth that I wasn't used to seeing directed at me.

It made me pause for a moment. I wasn't sure what her deal was—what kind of relationship she had with me, or more accurately, with the former owner of this body.

Why did she focus so much on me?

"Hayasaka-kun, meet me in the office. I have something important to discuss with you," she said, her tone calm but firm.

"You seem to trust her too much, Hayasaka," Ishigami Yu grumbled from the desk beside me

He leaned back in his chair, his expression skeptical as his gaze followed the departing teacher, Mylene Rapha Holfort.

"Anyway, don't trust women too much. They always have ulterior motives and love to pretend they're being nice," he added, his tone carrying a bitterness that was hard to miss.

I couldn't help but smirk inwardly.

Whether it was my old world or this one, misogyny seemed to be a universal constant. It was everywhere.

But honestly, who was I to judge? Back in my past life, the only woman I genuinely liked was my younger sister.

Everyone else? Just a bunch of pixelated anime girls on a screen.

I gave Ishigami a nonchalant nod, acknowledging his advice but offering no further comment.

I bid him farewell before heading out.

Honestly, I was more curious than anything about what this stunning MILF queen wanted to talk about.

Mylene Rapha Holfort wasn't just any teacher—she was beautiful, elegant, and royalty.

My mind wandered as I made my way to the office, imagining the possibilities.

Was it something about my performance in class? Something personal? Or maybe something far more... interesting?

Either way, I wasn't about to miss this chance to find out.

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A/N: I wanted to revise the rules regarding the update stability of this fic:

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