"The shoes…"
"What about them?"
"Nothing, just feels gratifying to see you wearing the ones I got you."
"Hm…" Qiong turned away, slightly flushed, and asked, "How… do they look?"
"If you weren't my sister, I'd kneel, slip those shoes off, and kiss your feet."
"…Stop talking." Qiong tugged her face, glaring at Kagura, then muttered after a few seconds, "Pervert."
Don't just talk—do it. Feet, face, chest, or pussy, violate me as you please.
"Kidding," Kagura glanced at the wine bottle, stretching. "Shall we set up the projector?"
"Wait, you're drinking this vintage without decanting?" Kagura shrugged—lazy, that's all.
"Fine…" Qiong sighed, exasperated, pointing with her rabbit plush at the bar above his desk. "Don't you have a projector here? Can we watch in your room? You set it up, and I'll pour your wine."
"Couldn't ask for more." Kagura agreed, then pointed at the bed facing the desk. "Best viewing spot's lying on the bed, you know."
"I know… I'll stand, you lie down."
"No way," Kagura gripped her shoulders seriously. "You're my kin. Forget pouring wine—just decant it, and we'll lie down together to watch?" The words felt off as soon as he said them, though he couldn't pinpoint why. Sure enough, Qiong stared, as if peering through his soul. "Boys and girls shouldn't share a bed after six…" she murmured.
"Oh, sorry, leisure room it is then?" Kagura realized he'd invited her to lie in bed with him. Even if it was just for a movie, it was still a bed.
"Too much hassle, running over there and setting up."
Qiong deftly sidestepped him, grabbed a decanter from the wine cabinet, and lit a candle, her movements fluid, practiced to perfection. Though she'd only sipped wine (stolen tastes), opening, decanting, and serving were basic maid skills she and Nao mastered. "Thanks."
"No big deal…" Qiong poured the wine confidently, sniffed it, and smiled, confirming its quality. "Besides… didn't you give me your electric mosquito repellent? I haven't thanked you, so this is my repayment."
"That's nothing."
Qiong set the glass down, curtsied, lifting her skirt. "Please, Master Kagura, take a seat. Also…"
"Also?"
"A small request." Qiong pointed at the glass, covering her lips shyly. "Can I… try some wine?"
"Of course! Have a taste, you might like it. Just don't tell Mom or Eriri."
"Our secret." Qiong winked, lifting the glass before Kagura.
Her sipping was pained, likely unaccustomed to wine's tartness. Fine wine, rich and lingering, but compared to juice, alcohol's bite was stark. "Ugh…" Qiong wrinkled her brow after a sip, swirling the glass, the liquid sloshing against its walls. She smacked her lips, musing, "Can't tell if it's good or bad… but it's not quite my taste."
"Can't help it, it's wine."
"Do you drink alone often?"
"Occasionally."
"With your doll girl pouring?" Qiong teased, smirking.
"Well…" Kagura shrugged. "She's my personal maid. No issue there."
"True," Qiong leaned back, her skirt pinned under her hips as she perched on the desk, sipping again. "I'll be a bit selfish today. Set up the projector."
"OK~"
Kagura grabbed the remote, lowering the projector screen above the desk. The projector hung from the bed's canopy, ample room allowing a standard model over a short-throw, more comfortable suspended. He connected cables from the nightstand, plugging in his laptop, while Qiong expertly decanted, coaxing the vintage's aroma. Her grip on the large decanter looked precarious, but her training held firm. "What does Qiong want to watch?"
"Norwegian Wood. Never seen it. Eriri says it's great." Qiong answered instantly, pouring herself another half-glass, drinking eagerly.
"Uh…?" Kagura thought, Lying in bed together, and you pick this?
He hadn't seen the Norwegian Wood film but had read the book—one of few literary works he'd tackled, preferring music over dense texts. Though unfamiliar with the movie, he knew it likely mirrored the book's explicit sex scenes. A teenage brother and sister watching this in bed—odd, right? "Not okay?" Qiong countered, unfazed, a touch annoyed.
"Not exactly…" Kagura hesitated, but if Qiong was fine, why should he care? "Then it's settled." Qiong shrugged, pouring another half-glass.
"How much have you had? Slow down!"
Kagura searched Norwegian Wood on Netflix, found it, and glanced up to see Qiong refilling again, treating wine like water. "What's wrong with drinking your wine? You're not short on it, stingy."
"Not short, no…" Kagura scratched his head, selected 4K, sent it to the projector, and paused it, warning, "I'm worried you'll get drunk. You said it wasn't your taste."
"No problem…" Qiong carried her glass, handing it to him after a sip. "You get used to things. Freshly decanted—try it. Feels different."
"Thanks." Kagura set the laptop on the nightstand, took the glass, sipping from the untouched side, savoring it. "Nice, my kind of flavor."
"Just '89? Not older? We've got some."
"We do, but no need for antique bottles for casual sipping. I'm no sommelier—can't taste the nuances of ancient vintages. Plus, wine isn't always better with age. Sunlight, rain, vineyards—all vary yearly."
"Oh…" Qiong retrieved the bottle and decanter, placing them on the other nightstand.
Kagura noticed she'd downed over 100ml in minutes, an 18% ABV wine. She drank like that? "What…?" Qiong caught his stare, glaring back.
"Nothing, just thinking popcorn might be nice."
"Good idea, but too much work," Qiong patted the bedsheet. "Can I lie down?"
"Go ahead, my bed's yours."
"Mm."
Without thanks, Qiong bent, untied her heels' ribbons, slipped her soft, stocking-clad feet out, and slid under the covers, adjusting her skirt. She propped herself with pillows, twin-tails draped over her chest, hands pressing the blanket to outline her form, staring silently at the paused projector.
She'd glimpsed his laptop desktop—a photo of him, Nao, Eriri, Sayuri, and her, taken over a year ago as high school began. "I'm lying down too, yeah?"
"Your bed, don't ask me."
"You won't scold me?"
"For what?" Qiong propped her cheek, glancing curiously. "Lying in bed with your half-sister, watching a movie—excited?"
"No, no." Kagura shook his head, denying it.
"Wow, so calm. Thought you'd blush."
"Stop teasing!"
Kagura tapped her head, slipped under the covers, grabbed the mouse, and clicked play.
The film opened with a pool scene, absent from the book, depicting protagonist Watanabe with friends Kizuki and Naoko in their joyful youth. The镜头 flowed quickly—mere memories for Watanabe. "By the way…" Qiong, hands neatly on her abdomen, asked, "You've seen it?"
"No, but I read the book."
"Really… then—" Qiong pointed at Naoko, bouncing between the boys in a game. "This Naoko, is she a slut?"
"Hey, that's harsh for a character."
"How many guys does she sleep with?"
"Starting with such deep questions?!"
"Tell me or not?" Qiong huffed, clenching her fists. "It's long—I'll fall asleep without spoilers!"
"Uh…" Kagura rubbed his chin. "How do you know she sleeps with anyone?"
"Murakami's books are like that. Haven't read much, but I can guess."
"Fair," Kagura teased, grabbing his glass and pointing at her decanter. "Pour me some, and I'll spoiler."
"Hmph…" Qiong grumbled but poured, asking, "Enough? Spill."
"In the book, Naoko sleeps with one person."
"Who? Watanabe or Kizuki?"
"Protagonist, Watanabe."
"Weird," Qiong set down the decanter, hiccupping softly. "She's Kizuki's girlfriend. The protagonist just sleeps with her?"
"He's decent. There's a guy, Nagasawa, who's slept with countless women."
"Gross."
"Don't judge characters so flatly!" Kagura sipped, retorting.
Minutes later, Kizuki sealed a car with tape and died by carbon monoxide. Qiong tapped Kagura's hand. "What's he doing?"
"Suicide, probably carbon monoxide."
"Because his girlfriend slept with his friend?"
"No, that hasn't happened yet."
"Then why?"
"It ties to Murakami's themes. People in this story die randomly."
"Oh…" Convinced, Qiong quieted, watching.
Watanabe entered university, living in a shady dorm. Qiong took the glass from Kagura, drinking from his spot without care, then passed it back. Kagura, seeing her indifference, drank too. "Taste it?" Qiong, cheeks flushed, teased as he "indirectly kissed."
"Of course. Am I taste-blind?"
"Thought it'd be my lip balm."
"Am I a pervert?!"
"Saying 'If you weren't my sister, I'd lick your stocking feet'—what else are you?"
"This again?" Kagura coughed, nearly choking.
"It's fine if you're a pervert. Everyone's got some kink, hidden or shared with close ones."
"Glad you think so."
"And…" Qiong stared at the screen. "Men are better a bit perverted sometimes."
"Uh… isn't that gross?"
"The key is not saying pervy stuff to everyone. Say it to your doll girl—she'd love it."
"Alright." Kagura, schooled by Qiong, finished his glass, holding it out. "Pour."
Qiong refilled without complaint. They chatted, sipped, and the scene shifted to Naoko's birthday. Watanabe visited, and late at night, Naoko sobbed uncontrollably. Unable to console her, he held her, and they ended up in bed.
A minutes-long nude sex scene (upper bodies only) played, still steamy. Kagura glanced at Qiong, catching her sneaking a look, but she quickly turned away. Feeling awkward, he coughed. "Fast-forward?"
"No… You're grown, can't handle this?"
"It's weird watching with a girl."
"But you don't see me as a woman, just your sister, right? Or why invite me to bed?"
"Fair…" Kagura thought, She's got me in a logic trap.
His room's sound system rivaled a theater, amplifying Watanabe's heavy breaths and Naoko's moans, tormenting Kagura's brain. Alone, he'd be "slightly hard, as courtesy," but with Qiong—cute, forbidden, and "indirectly kissing"—so close, he was painfully aroused, unable to admit it. "No protection?" Qiong asked abruptly.
"Not… I think the book didn't mention it."
"Strange. If Naoko casually sleeps with the protagonist, why not her boyfriend?"
"It's explained later." Kagura, who'd spoiled freely, clammed up—not because he forgot, but because it felt wrong to discuss with his sister.
"Spoil it." Qiong snatched his glass, sipped, her cheeks rosy with drunkenness. Not wanting her to press, Kagura said, "Naoko tried with Kizuki several times but couldn't get wet, so he never entered."
"Not wet? Lame excuse."
Qiong snickered, swirling her glass recklessly. Kagura took it, their fingers brushing her cool, soft skin repeatedly. She didn't care, scoffing at Naoko. "Plenty of solutions—lube, condoms, saliva, Vaseline. She didn't love Kizuki. Even dry, she could've let him force it."
"That's how Murakami wrote it. Ask him." Kagura shrugged, drinking.
"A woman's pussy doesn't lie. Naoko wanted Watanabe for ages."
"…" Kagura stayed silent at Qiong's unfiltered remarks.
"Did you… get hard?" After the sex scene, silence lingered. Qiong, eyes on the screen, asked softly.
"Uh… I…"
"Too shy to admit?"
"Fine, I'm a bit hard. I'm a pervert, happy?"
"Heh…" Qiong covered her lips, chuckling, breathing deeply, saying nothing, just watching.
For over an hour, Qiong was quiet, occasionally pouring wine. Nagasawa, the womanizer Kagura mentioned, appeared, taking Watanabe to sleep with various girls while having a "perfect" girlfriend, Hatsumi, who didn't mind his philandering.
Later, Nagasawa and Hatsumi invited Watanabe to a fancy restaurant. Watanabe confessed they'd slept with two girls next door, swapping partners at midnight.
"Ugh… disgusting. The protagonist does this? Nagasawa's no better, a hypocrite."
"That era's social norms, I guess."
"Normal?" Qiong, dizzy, turned, glaring. "You think sharing girls you've slept with is normal?"
"I wouldn't, but I can't control others. What?"
"Nothing…" Qiong deflated, rubbing her temples, lying back. Her eyes were hazy, struggling to focus, looking fragile.
She persevered, finishing the film. Most characters died, including a sexually ambiguous middle-aged teacher who slept with Watanabe—the final sex scene, brief but intense. Qiong's breathing quickened, legs twisting under the covers, feet circling, reacting more than Kagura.
After the credits, Kagura paused. Qiong drained the last of the wine, lay back, curled away from him, and closed her eyes. "Qiong? You okay?"
"Piss off… Let me lie here. Dizzy… feeling awful."
"You drank too much…" Kagura eyed the empty decanter and bottle, tongue clicking. A 750ml bottle, and Qiong drank more than him, leaving him tipsy—her, a first-timer, worse.
It was just shy of 7 PM, past dinner time. A food cart likely waited outside, some dishes cold, needing a microwave. "Huff… huff…" Qiong's breathing was heavy, clutching the blanket, curled tight, gasping, "Why are those women so easy? Sleeping with strangers?"
"Maybe they've given up on love or gotten used to it."
Kagura stroked her head. She didn't resist, like a sleeping hedgehog, spines softened. "Sleeping with… someone you don't… like… what's the point?"
"Don't ask me. You, as a girl, should understand better. I'd love your answer."
"Huff…" Qiong didn't reply. Kagura checked—she was asleep.
Her angelic face tempted a kiss, but he'd earn a slap and "sick beast" label. The heels he'd bought stood neatly by the bed. He picked up her left shoe, admiring it, sniffing the opening. No bad odor, just a faint fragrance, likely from antiperspirant.
Perverted, yes, his first time with Qiong, though he'd teased Eriri similarly, making her blush and hurl shoes. No choice—let her sleep. Kagura set the shoe down, slipped out, and wheeled the food cart to a small meeting room, eating for over an hour, reheating and icing as needed. By 8:30, he tidied and called for cleanup, returning to his room.
He checked if Qiong was awake for dinner, but she was gone, shoes too. "Qiong? Back to her room?"
He called twice, no answer. Needing the bathroom, he opened the door and froze.
Qiong sat on the toilet, heels awkwardly perched, posture indecent, making his eyelids twitch. She'd forgotten to lock—or, drunk, thought she had. Her cheeks glowed with drunken allure, body slumping rightward, barely balanced. Her black shoulder strap hung loose, shirt unbuttoned, no bra, just nipple patches discarded on the floor.
Her pink nipple peeked through the shirt's gap, catching Kagura's eye. Worse, her lower half: skirt and apron bunched in her arms, left hand clutching them, right dangling between her legs. Her stockings, peeled to her calves, revealed no panties—she'd been bare all along. Dried love juice stained the stocking's crotch.
"What the hell…?" Kagura closed the door, heart pounding, swallowing hard. Qiong's my sister… Don't touch, don't look. She wants to go commando, her choice.
But leaving her on the toilet risked circulation issues—dangerous. Moving her to bed while she'd been masturbating and passed out? Inappropriate. Using his system's "stand-in doll" item, he entered, locked the door from inside, and phased out. Then he knocked loudly.
"Bang bang bang!" Kagura shouted, "Qiong?! You asleep in there?! It's dangerous, don't sleep like that!" Five minutes of calling roused her. "Huff… huff…"
Drunk, dizzy, legs numb from squatting, she lacked strength to stand. "Qiong?! Answer!"
"I hear you…" Qiong coughed, regaining clarity. Seeing her indecent state, she tidied up, wiping herself with tissue, but couldn't pull up her stockings. "I've got no strength… wait a bit…"
She recalled drinking and watching steamy scenes with Kagura, getting aroused, slipping to the bathroom to masturbate, and passing out before climaxing. Now, her lower half felt exposed, stuck in limbo. "Alright, you're awake. Don't fall back asleep."
"How… long was I here?"
"At least twenty minutes. Get up, move, or you'll get a clot—deadly."
"Oh…" Qiong tried standing, but her numb legs failed, causing a pained cry. "I can't stand…"
"Uh—"
"Help me…"
"Me, go in? Not great, right?"
"Who cares, just help…" Qiong checked the lock, relieved it was secured, then leaned forward, struggling to reach it. With a "click," she unlocked it. "Come help."
"Okay, okay." Kagura coughed. "I'm coming in."
"Stop talking… my legs hurt."
"Don't sleep in the bathroom!" Kagura grumbled, opening the door.
Qiong had fixed her chest, too weak to glare, just sighing and panting, clutching her forehead. "So thirsty…" was her first word.
Her knees were clamped, hiding the stocking's love juice, but Kagura knew she was bare, stockings half-off, and irresistibly cute, stirring him. His cock hardened, and Qiong's hazy eyes caught his bulge. "Help me with my stockings… carefully, don't snag them. I treasure them."
"I bought them, didn't I?"
"So what?" Qiong retorted, then waved. "Hurry…" Drunk, truly. She loved those stockings? Good—he'd buy more.
"Fine, I'll help."
"Wait…" Qiong stopped him as he crouched. "So thirsty… get me something to drink."
"I'll grab water."
"No…" Qiong leaned forward, pressing his crotch, head swaying, mumbling, "Give me… your piss…"
"What?!" Kagura was stunned. What was this? Having tasted Miura and Nao's "holy water," he had no room to judge, but a girl wanting this? Was Qiong a pervert? She was out of it.
Unaware of his thoughts, Qiong sat, eyes closed, fingers pulling her lips open, "Ahh… give me… drink…"
Slap! Kagura smacked her forehead. "Told you to drink less—now you're delirious!" He fetched water, added a straw, and let her drink. Qiong gulped most, pushing it away. "Thanks… better."
Kagura set the glass down. Qiong, hands on her knees, leaned back against the tank, eyes closed, dazed. Hearing him, she asked, "Kagura… you there?"
"Right here."
"Oh…" Qiong hiccupped, patting her bare thighs. "Wanna see my pussy?"
"…Stop talking."
Kagura's heart raced. He crouched, grabbing her stockings to pull them up, but with her seated firmly, he only grazed her thighs, failing to lift them. "I'm not wearing panties!"
"I know!" Kagura thought, trying to lift her.
"You're sneaking peeks at my pussy…" Qiong teased, panting, head tilted. "No panties… easy to see…"
"I'm not!" Kagura turned away, blushing.
"Ugh… hic! It's fine… you can look… for you, I'm willing."
"I'm your brother—you're talking nonsense! Stand up!"
"Can't…" Qiong clung to his arm, nuzzling his jaw, whining.
"I'll carry you, okay?"
"Mm… carry me~" Qiong, eyes closed, happily spread her arms.
"What's this pose?" Kagura laughed, slipping his hands under her knees, lifting her sideways out of the bathroom. Qiong wrapped her arms around his neck, planting a mua on his cheek.
"Whoa, young lady, don't kiss randomly!"
"Not random!" Qiong, drunk and flushed, rolled her eyes. "Just you…"
"Fine, lie down."
Kagura set her on the desk, hips up, legs bent, dangling. Her stockinged feet in heels swung restlessly, her maid skirt and apron hanging. "Wanna put your cock in…? I'm so wet… Naoko's nothing compared to me."
"Shut your mouth."
Exasperated, Kagura crouched, pulling her stockings up slowly, helping her dress. Near her thighs, he stalled, rubbing his forehead, exhausted. "Can you handle the rest?"
"Huh?!" Qiong, incredulous, propped up, then flopped back, muttering, "Kagura, how irresponsible…"
"Fine, I'll finish. Stand."
Qiong, legs numb, couldn't stand alone, so she gripped the desk, lifted her skirt and apron, bent over, exposing her round hips and slender thighs. "Now dress me…"
"I'm starting."
"Feels good from behind, right? Eriri draws it—rough doggy, taming naughty maids."
"What are you saying?"
Qiong's teasing drove Kagura wild. He tugged her stockings, inching them up, fingers sinking into her hips, brushing her soft, hairless mound. Exhilarating yet guilt-ridden, he finished, more exhausting than twenty-one rounds with Nao.
Qiong lay there, skirt down. Kagura leaned beside her, rubbing his temples. After a moment, Qiong asked dully, "You touched my pussy, didn't you?"
"Sorry, my bad, but I was dressing you. It's not on purpose—stockings are like that."
"Calm down, I'm not blaming you…" Qiong exhaled, grasping his hand on the desk, eyes closed. "You carried me from the bathroom, dressed me… just an accidental touch. Don't fret."
"Alright…" Kagura braced for a scolding.
"Wanna touch… now?"
"Idiot, we're siblings!"
"…I never acknowledged you as my brother."
"Blood doesn't lie." Kagura lifted her, kicking open the door, carrying her to her room. "Legs better? Any strength?"
"Not while you're holding me." Qiong, eyes closed, smirked shyly.
"You drank too much…"
"I'm not drunk."
"Sure, sure."
"Not drunk! Don't patronize me like a kid!" Qiong kicked in his arms but didn't break free, delivered obediently to Eriri's room.