It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

4.

"... sister?

I managed to hold my bulky, loud heart in for a few minutes with a slight imbalance of anticipation and fear.

A cold sweat flows through my sister's voice, which I never hear.

I opened my eyes, which were closed tightly. [M]

"... oh,... you're lying"

My sister once rested in peace and hid that beautiful empty color behind her lid.

I left my head on the couch and... my sister was asleep.

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In this situation, do you want to sleep?

Well, it's certainly warm and the couch is fuzzy, and there's nothing I don't know.

I'd love to sleep, too, honestly, but normally, you want to sleep?

Now, at this time?

I'm talking about how unconscious I am.

Modestly, I sigh at that defenseless figure full of gaps.

All that, it was just a sentiment of years I was ready to say, and I feel unspeakable like I'm relieved and disappointed.

I want you to know what I think soon, I don't want you to know. I want to break this relationship, I don't want to break it.

Two still-differentiating passions have heat again in the depths.

"Well... speaking of sisters, I wonder if they are"

White skin illuminates thin blurred and orange on the back of the fireplace light.

I tried to solve the groovy shawl I had just wrapped.

My heart beat heavily at the feeling of soft silver hair in my hands.

Sleeping faces a little unusual make her forget that she is older.

I have a slightly resentful, alarming, calm sleeping face.

Even if you're on so many sides.

I thought I was supposed to want to sleep better than my sister, but when I put my face close, I noticed a slightly floating thin spot.

Maybe this guy is doing it again.

This is what happens as soon as you take your eyes off it.

These places are the same as my father's.

Sometimes something like a plea arrives from Tracy because her sister is so immersed in an impossible job, and Marie jumps in a hurry to see what she can do if she can't take her beak off.

I really don't want you to be impotent, but I guess this guy doesn't think you're impotent.

I dropped my sigh again and thought about how I would pursue you when I woke up, something irrelevant, and managed to distract myself from that sleeping face.

Shoulder strapped into slight motion as I let my sister lay on the couch to handle the broken goods.

It's so hot, all over my body, only my fingertips touching my sister are weirdly cold, like it burns from the inside out.

Even though I don't really know what I'm trying to do or why I'm trying to do this.

I gently reach for her collared blouse.

My heart is loud.

I slowly unbuttoned him after deciding not to see his hands trembling slightly.

I even wonder if it's possible that the original annoying heart sound between putting one, one, and the hand is all ripped off already and I haven't heard this sound.

Three buttons on the neck were removed.

The white, white, hidden neck muscles seemed to blame me, and I couldn't help but feel your throat.

I wonder why you're doing this.

That's what I asked when I did it and calmly, but something that would obviously be rampant completely ignored it.

Reach for white skin gently.

My cold fingertips held heat as soon as I touched them, and as soon as I got scared that they were going to melt my sister into the heat, I let them go.

I even learn the illusion that the sound of my heart rings all over the room.

I reached into my sister's jaw again so she could suck it in and slid her hot fingers towards her neck muscle.

I wish I was awake. Wake up, realize this passion of mine, and just run away.

You just have to reject what you're doing and be angry.

You disliked me as much as you disliked Count Hardist.

Quickly, be careful, how I look at you.

What kind of person am I? [M]

There was zero laughter of self-derision without thinking of emotions that were too selfish.

Poor sister.

An arm placed on both sides of my sister's body picked up my trivial weight change and sank down to make a sound.

"... sorry sister"

Innocent sleeping faces say nothing.

I'm angry with myself because I'm going to get dirty just by touching her with this unpleasant thought.

I'm going to crush it with guilt, and I'm going to do something about it with inferiority.

But at the same time, there's even a strange sense of satisfaction.

Such a self is terribly dirty and distorted.

I mocked myself, but I didn't try to stop it.

Slowly bring your face closer to your sister.

Sleeping faces in positions where exhalation reaches are no different than they used to be.

Always, always, beautiful, gentle and cruel.

"... n"

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My hair was tickled when I touched it, and my younger sister moved slightly.

Still, she didn't wake up and I exhaled for a moment. [M]

I don't know if that was a relief or from disappointment.

My lips were close enough to touch me and I gently shifted the landing point downstairs.

I mouthed my neck so hard to touch that I even thought it was a white contraindication.

I filled my head with a hint of sweetness and the feeling that it was going to break soft.

I wonder what the hell I'm doing.

Maybe your sister's favorite cute Lichten said that again, but after all, I ignored it.

Poor, my, sister.

"Eh,"

When you inhale small, soft skin, your sister makes a small noise again.

Slowly raising her face, but her sister frowned a little and was quickly returning to her peaceful face.

I looked down blurry at the red marks on my white neck away from my sister to avoid making any noise.

He's going to be swallowed by disloyalty and dominated by an unpleasant sense of conquest, hastily lowering his gaze to correct the buttons on his blouse.

I carefully curled the shawl again and mouthed it to my silver hair.

Unlike me, it's unclean and clear, the color of the Duke of Rufus' house.

"... be ready, Stella"

Stella, this was the first time I ever called you.

Not my sister, not Altostella.

I always wanted to call you. When I called it in, I knew something was going to change.

To your sister? To the Earl of Hardist? I didn't know who it was, but with a strange sense of superiority, I almost cried why.

I slowly stood up and exited the room and exhaled loudly once.

When I take my blanket and go back, my sister is asleep with nothing different.

"Good night."

I gently twirled my sister with a blanket and closed my eyes on the furthest couch as well.

Tired. A lot, too tired, maybe everything, really everything is a dream.