By the grace of God, I somehow managed to ride out this photo session. I finally returned Shigure’s phone and let her check the shots.
“Are you satisfied with those?” I asked.
“Wow, you’re pretty good at this. Take a look at this angle—there’s a nice contrast between the setting sun and the shadows. You’ve got the makings of a professional upskirt photographer.”
“As if I’d be looking for such a niche job in an already tiny field.”
“Anyways... when I look at myself in these pictures, I can really see the resemblance I share with Haruka. We obviously have the same face, but even the shape of our perky tits and ass are identical. I can understand why you’re absolutely drenched in sweat.”
“I am not ‘absolutely drenched in sweat,’ thanks,” I protested. Plus, I didn’t exactly want to hear girls talking about tits and ass, “perky” or otherwise—it made me want to run and hide. “You’re satisfied now, right? Hurry up and change.”
“True, I do need to start making dinner soon. I wouldn’t want to get this uniform dirty while I’m cooking.”
Thank God. Shigure seems satisfied as well. Now I can finally—
“But before I change, I need to provide you with payment,” she said.
“Huh? Payment?”
“Hi-yadi-yadi-yah!”
As I was busy puzzling over her incomprehensible words, Shigure pushed me down and straddled me.
“Huh?” I croaked out, only managing a feeble sound to voice my confusion. “Wha?”
Shigure placed a hand on my chest with her usual, sadistic smile.
“Hehe,” she giggled. “Your heart’s racing like crazy. You might’ve called me a ‘little skank,’ but is that how you really feel? When you see me in this outfit, doesn’t it feel like having Haruka in your apartment? How adorable.”
“L-Like hell it does,” I protested.
“Liar,” Shigure whispered mockingly.
Her face steadily approached mine, and, ever so gently, her hair tumbled out from behind her shoulders. The strands caressed my cheeks, and my whole body shuddered, as if I’d been tickled by feathers.
When she noticed this, Shigure’s dark, impish smile grew even wider. “‘Like hell,’ you say?” she asked. “Then why’s your heart pounding like a drum?”
“Ugh.”
Shigure’s beautifully maintained nails lightly traced themselves over my chest. “You’re just the worst. I’m not Haruka—just someone with the same DNA as her. So why are you so nervous? Your face is bright red, too. Where did that cool older brother who said he’d accept me with open arms run off to? You really are pathetic. You wouldn’t want Haruka to see you like this, would you?”
“I’m just surprised because you pounced on me all of a sudden. Now can you get off me? I’m about to lose my patience for real.”
I glared back at Shigure with all the strength I could muster, trying to put on a bold front. In response, she backed her face away from mine, wiggling her red tongue around.
“Sorry,” she said. “I do understand. We’re twins, after all. Of course someone with the same face and body as your girlfriend would cause your heart to race. You’re not in the wrong here. Not at all. I mean, you’re just viewing Haruka through me. In other words, you’re getting excited over your girlfriend, not me. I’m not even on your radar. Isn’t that right?”
“Of course! I’m team Haruka all the way!”
“Still, because I’m a different person... because I’m her twin sister, I can do things for you that a timid, late bloomer like Haruka never could.”
“What are you say—”
Before I could finish asking the question, Shigure got up on her knees and grabbed the hem of her skirt. This girl, Haruka’s doppelganger, began to lift it right before my very eyes.
“As thanks for today,” said Shigure, “I’ll let you have a peek at your beloved Haruka’s panties.”
“H-Hold on a second! I’m begging you! Please don’t do this!” I screamed.
Wh-What the hell is this girl thinking?! I was in a state of complete panic. I tried to get away, frantically scooting away from the temptress, but my back almost immediately met resistance—I’d hit the wall, blocking off my only escape route. Shit, this apartment is too small! There’s nowhere to run!
And while I sat there, immobilized, Shigure’s fingers inched further and further toward the heavens.
“You idiot!” I cried. “Are you insane?! Do you have no sense of shame?!”
“This is a little embarrassing, but I have to thank you somehow, Big Bro.”
“G-Girls shouldn’t do this sort of thing! Have some self-respect!”
“I have plenty of self-respect. You think I’d do this for just about anyone?”
“You don’t have to do it for me either! In fact, if you pull this shit with Haruka’s uniform on, I’ll never for—”
“Hi-yah!”
“Eeeyaaah!”
Shigure flipped her skirt up. Shutting my eyes tight, I swiveled my neck to the side.
I-I can’t believe this girl! She just lifted up her goddamn skirt without the slightest hesitation! No matter how much she enjoys teasing me, this is going way too far!
In any case, I needed to find a way to push her off and escape with my eyes closed.
“Just kidding!” she giggled. “I’m wearing bike shorts underneath!”
Huh?
“Ahaha! That was quite the shriek, Big Bro! Your neck swiveled around like an owl or something! A cute girl is lifting her skirt up as a favor, and you react like you’re possessed by a demon? Why are you so desperate to look away? You’re seriously too precious for words!”
“Guh!”
H-How much more diabolic can she get?! And while wearing Haruka’s clothes, no less!
I was finally at the end of my rope—I wouldn’t stand for this sort of behavior. As Haruka’s boyfriend and Shigure’s older brother, I had to give her a piece of my mind.
“Give it a rest!” I shouted, turning back around to glare at Shigure. “You may be my little sister, but some things are just inexcu—”
Hey, where did her bike shorts go?
“Uuuh...” I managed to mumble, losing all my previous steam.
Hold on, what the hell is going on here?! Those can’t be bike shorts! They look exactly like panties! No, they are panties! Okay, it’s not like I’ve ever seen a girl’s panties up close and personal before, but c’mon—they’re pink! And the fabric looks really expensive! This is exactly what they look like in manga! What is she thinking, flipping her skirt up in front of a dude?! I’m going to have a freakin’ heart attack here!
“Haruka normally rolls up her skirt pretty high,” Shigure said. “But to make sure no one sees anything, she wears these little bike shorts underneath. What, you didn’t know that despite being her boyfriend? Or did you just not have the guts to take a peek?”
“N-Not! B-Bike! Sh-Shortsss!” I sputtered between dramatic gasps.
“Hmm? What are you freaking out over? You mean even bike shorts are too stimulating for you? Haha! You’re seriously no better than an animal in heat. If this gets your rocks off, then by all means, stare as long as you like. C’mon, take another peek!”