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The morning of a day off is always lazy. Whether for a "social animal" busy all week or students waiting for the weekend to let loose, the time period known as "morning" practically doesn't exist. Only when the sun is high in the sky do people slowly crawl up and bleat out their schedule for the day with sleepy eyes.
Among them, of course, was Alya, wearing pajamas and rolling around on her bed clutching a plushie, tapping away furiously at her phone.
Ahhh, a rare day off, yet I don't want to get out of bed at all.
She was in a very unpleasant mood, especially lately. Ever since that bastard named Hirano transferred in, it felt like her world had turned upside down. Not to mention being put through those states herself, he seemed to be plotting some kind of conspiracy. Every time she recalled that smiling fat face, Alya became flustered, her thin eyebrows arching with undisguised loathing and disgust.
Dammit, what on earth does Masha see in that guy? He's clearly a lewd, shameless, perverted, disgusting fat bastard, yet...
At the thought of her sister's half-joking, half-serious remarks from that day, the irritation in Alya's heart doubled.
After that night, it seemed Masha had become infatuated with him, clinging to him all day doing who-knows-what lewd things; every time Alya saw her, she was flushed and her clothes were in disarray. There were even rumors starting among the students that the "Holy Mother's" boyfriend had appeared, and he was taking her to love hotels all day. The image of the gentle, sweet Masha being held in someone's arms and doing shameful things without resistance made countless admirers wail and beat their chests.
Little did they know that the so-called "Holy Mother" had long ago been developed into that lewd state by a vulgar, disgusting fat bastard, catering to him in every way in bed, bewitching and dissolute.
Even Alya's mood hadn't been able to lift these past few days. Just as he said, Hirano had no intention of catching up with his "childhood friend" Masachika, instead immersing himself daily in a "gentle village" (life of pleasure). On the other hand, Masachika had heard of this person from somewhere and was quite surprised. After all, both the Suou and Hirano families were well-known locally, and he quite wanted to meet the man. However, he was either dragged away by Alya or intentionally avoided by Hirano, and so far, he hadn't had the chance to get acquainted.
According to Hirano himself, he was the result of an accidental parental romance, left at home ignored; if not for his decent luck, he would have become the type of pushover who wouldn't dare speak up even if bullied or extorted. He felt he clashed with a "protagonist template" natural genius like Masachika and got annoyed just looking at him. Since they wouldn't get along anyway, he figured they might as well not meet. This gave Alya a sigh of relief.
Correspondingly, Hirano had been provoking Alya quite a bit lately. While the lingering affection and pleasure were monopolized by the thirsty Masha, he insisted on taking small liberties with Alya's hands and feet, making her grit her teeth in hatred. Every time, the aloof silver princess was touched until her face was red and her breath was shallow, only to run into her "Prince Charming" at the next corner, stuttering and not knowing what to say. Seeing Hirano smirking and rubbing his hands as he left satisfied, leaving her in a predicament in front of Masachika, made Alya's anger flare.
Honestly! You already have Masha, why are you still coming after me?!
Her small face, lit by the phone screen, was pouting, and a thin blush had surfaced at some point. Her legs, clutching the plushie, rubbed against each other, and her breathing gradually became heavy and sweet.
"Why... are you still provoking me..."
Muttering to herself, Alya looked up, listening for sounds in the room next door. For a long time, there was no movement, causing her to sigh deeply.
Yesterday... she had come home very late again after being put through a lot, smelling foul... but lately, the sounds of masturbation had decreased, and the smiles on her face had increased. A girl in the prime of her youth, nourished by semen, actually radiated the charm of a mature woman; every frown and smile broke more hearts while confirming the fact that "the Holy Mother's boyfriend is back."
Logically, she should be happy. Even if he was a fat bastard, if it made Masha happy and stopped her from being like before—crazy, masturbating to climax four or five times a day until she fainted—Alya would at most be slightly annoyed, not like this... Hmph, in the end, it's all that lewd fat guy's fault!
Feeling the growing moisture between her legs, Alya bit her lip, her expression becoming more pained. She seemed to understand why her sister had been so obsessed with masturbation over the past few years. But for her to actively seek pleasure—she'd rather just be killed.
First... first I'll do what I've been doing these past few days, get it over with once, then go take a shower... Huff, huff, dammit, don't think about it, that ugly thing, what's so good about it...
With her silver hair in disarray and her breathing rapid, Alya stared at the screen. She skillfully opened the adult websites she had taught herself to find over the last few days, clicked on her browsing history from last night, and reached her hand between her legs.
Today... just once will be fine... just once...