LEON'S POV:
Akari was still looking at me, that disappointed look mixed with something I couldn't quite figure out. I just wanted this conversation to be over. My mind felt fuzzy, overloaded with everything that had happened.
"Can you let me go now?" I asked again, my voice feeling a little stiff. Being pinned was just... awkward. And confusing.
Her grip didn't lessen. "Why are you always trying to get away from me, Leon?" she asked, her voice soft, but serious.
It wasn't like that. I wasn't trying to get away from her, not specifically. Just... away from this. This whole situation. This room. This conversation. "It's not like that," I repeated, which probably sounded like a lie, even to me.
She sighed, a gentle sound. "You know, I never imagined you could change this much. You used to be so shy, so quiet. But it's not your fault, I guess. Boys at this age... they start thinking of that stuff."
My face felt hot. That stuff? Oh god, she meant... hormones. Girls. Sex. The stuff that made my stomach twist with embarrassment just thinking about it, especially with my sister. Of all the things she could have jumped to, it had to be that. She thought I was acting out because I was a hormonal teenager? It was mortifying.
"Will you shut-" I started to protest, already feeling flustered and wrong-footed by her assumption.
But she interrupted me, her voice getting that determined edge again. "Trying to stop you from... exploring... will only make it worse. It'll just build up inside, make you more curious, maybe even push you towards wrong things. Which is why..."
My eyes widened. Why what? What was she even talking about? This didn't sound like a lecture anymore.
"...which is why," she finished, and before I could react, she reached down, grabbed my right hand, and started gently, but firmly, moving it upwards. Towards her.
"Hey, wait, leave me alone!" Panic flared, hot and sharp, overriding the embarrassment. This wasn't right. This was really not right. I started pulling my hand back with all my strength, twisting my arm, trying to break free from her grip. But it was no use. That impossible strength was still there, holding me firm.
"You don't have to panic, Leon," she said, her voice surprisingly calm, like she was explaining something obvious.
"What are you trying to do?!" My voice was getting tight, breath coming faster. My hand, the one she was holding, was only a few centimeters away from her chest now. I strained against her, the bed springs groaning slightly under the struggle, trying desperately to yank my arm back, anywhere but here. But she wouldn't let go. Her grip was like iron.
My gaze flickered to her face. A blush was creeping up her neck, spreading across her cheeks. She was... blushing? Why was she blushing? I was the one trapped, the one panicking! This didn't make sense!
"As a big sister," she said, her voice a little softer now, maybe slightly hesitant, but the determination was still there, holding my hand in place. "It's my duty to make sure my little brother doesn't go on the wrong track. Doesn't get hurt or... or do something he regrets because of built-up urges."
Oh god, no. Please. Don't say what I think you're going to say. My mind reeled, trying to process the horrifying implication.
"So..." she took a small breath, the blush deepening. "You can use onee-san's and only onee-san's body to-"
"SHUT UPPPPP!!!" The shout exploded out of me, a raw, choked sound born of pure, overwhelming panic, embarrassment, and the absolute, fundamental wrongness of everything happening in that moment. It wasn't logical. It wasn't strategic. It was just... too much.