Chapter 1: How Did My Bedroom Suddenly Turn into This Style?!
The morning sunlight woke up Hachiman's little sister, Komachi.
As a girl who had been taking care of her troublesome idiot brother since she was young, Komachi had developed the skill of being a versatile housekeeper. Her biological clock was always spot on.
Rubbing her eyes, she climbed out of bed and, feeling satisfied, patted her pillow to help it get up with her.
Hmm... the pillow... is a fox...
Recently, Komachi had decided that ordinary pillows were no longer suitable for her, a perfect girl like her. She needed to have a pillow made of pure white fur, a fox!
She didn't know that this seemingly innocent pillow had once stirred up a great storm in this country. Even today, the mythology surrounding it was well-known.
Was ignorance bliss? Perhaps it wasn't entirely applicable to her, since she didn't know that her "idiot" brother was actually the most terrifying creature in this country.
And this was something she should have known. But before learning that, what she was doing now was far from a situation of ignorance and fearlessness.
"Little White, get up already!" Komachi said, pulling at the reluctant "pillow"'s two hind legs and shaking them vigorously.
This action was irrefutable proof that she was indeed the best little sister of Hachiman…
Bloodlines really are a scary thing.
In a pitiful scream, the "pillow," unable to endure this humiliating position, abandoned its usual morning activity of "sleeping to escape the pain of life" and was unceremoniously carried out of the room, held on Komachi's shoulder like a towel, grumpily charging out the door.
Then she rushed back in — she forgot to change clothes.
Five minutes later, she finally re-emerged from the room and walked next door.
This was Hachiman's room.
Komachi skillfully pulled out the key and unlocked the door.
Did her idiot brother really think that locking the door would stop her from coming in? Even after studying martial arts, he was still so naive!
Wait, after learning martial arts, her brother seemed even dumber, didn't he?
He had easily been bewitched by a fox spirit and even had two of them as sugar mamas!
It was time for Komachi's top-tier morning kick.
Komachi believed her morning kick had healing properties for brain ailments. As long as she kept at it every day, her dumb brother would eventually return to his old self — though still dumb, not as dumb as he was now!
"Ready, Little White?" Komachi tilted her head and said to the fox, who had dark circles under its eyes, perched on her shoulder. "We're going in to give that womanizing fool a morning treatment from his beautiful, cute, and gentle sister!"
"Ah woo…"
"No, no! You're supposed to say 'Woof woof'!"
"…"
The fox thought bitterly, 'If I weren't the sister of this god-slaying fool, I would have slapped you into oblivion by now!'
Once a mighty nine-tailed fox, a warrior among the demons, she was now reduced to this embarrassing state. The world was cruel.
Was it because of this bloodline that she became the ruler of demons? This bloodline was terrifying!
"Let's go!"
With a strong wave of her hand, Komachi opened the door and stealthily slipped into the room.
Then…
Both the girl and the fox widened their eyes.
If there were background music at this moment, it would have been the seductive voice of a woman sighing longingly: "Oh, yes!"
Hachiman was indeed lying in his bed, but there was someone else there as well, and that person was the one who had caused Komachi's restless night.
Wearing a loose bathrobe that revealed most of her chest, and with the robe splitting at the waist to expose her plump, white legs, the woman was tangled up with Hachiman. Her body was pressing against his face, and her hand was almost reaching into his pants.
Her idiot brother was still sleeping soundly, blissfully unaware that one of his hands was gripping a large, soft mass of flesh, holding it deeply, with his fingers almost disappearing.
Komachi's brain short-circuited, her "morning therapy" energy was MAXED OUT!!!
'You! Is this how you sleep every day when you go out to practice martial arts?!'
"Ahhh!"
With a shriek, Komachi jumped onto the bed, straddling Hachiman's body and giving him a hard headbutt.
Thud—!
It was loud.
"Holy crap! Who the hell—" Hachiman, awakened by the headbutt, was about to explode from morning irritation, but then froze. "Eh? Komachi? Are you trying to kill me?"
Seeing the lump on her head from the headbutt, the cowardly brother immediately cowered.
This sister was so not cute! She used to kick him, now she was headbutting him!
"How dare you!" Komachi, with tears in her eyes, shook her brother's head angrily. "You heartless fool! You don't deserve to be treated! What's so great about big breasts!? Do you really like them so much!? Maybe you should skip breakfast and just drink milk until you die!"
"Stop! Stop! My head is going to fall off!" Hachiman screamed in agony.
Wait, big breasts?
Now that he thought about it, something felt heavy. Komachi was sitting on top of him, but why did his legs feel soft?
In his half-awake state, Hachiman turned his head and immediately froze.
A nearly naked Mikumo was lying beside him, smiling at the scene of Hachiman being driven crazy by Komachi's antics.
She even had the time to adjust his hand deeper into her body.
"Mikumo! What the hell are you doing!?"
This time, his scream was genuine.
"Good morning, Hachiman-kun. You were quite fierce last night, you know? You really hurt me."
That comment hit like a bomb. Komachi immediately froze, and Hachiman nearly spat blood.
What the hell did you do to me?!
You got your hands on this cute piece of fresh meat and now you're acting like this? Have you fed your morals to Komachi!?
But… it felt really soft. Really firm, too...
Wait! Get your hands off me! I'm a god-slayer, how come I can't pull my hand out? Did you practice martial arts on your whole body!?
"Brother is such an idiot! I hate big breasts!"
Komachi couldn't take it anymore and ran off, crying.
Leaving behind a dumbfounded Hachiman.
He stared at the door, which had been smashed open, and at the beautifully mature body beside him, finally sighing deeply.
"I guess I'm not awake yet… Forget it, I'll just keep sleeping."
With that, he rolled his eyes, laid back, and closed his eyes...
Oh no! This isn't a dream, it's real!
This doesn't make sense! How did my bedroom suddenly turn into this kind of scene!?