[Volume 1 Chapter 6] When I confessed to the girl I liked, her twin sister came along as a bonus
Chapter 6: The Twins Apparently Went on the Offensive
Maki Hajime’s school life is painfully ordinary.
Go to school, head to the classroom, attend classes, eat a convenience store bread for lunch, attend afternoon classes, and go home.
This pattern repeats endlessly.
For context, I eat store-bought bread for lunch because I’m not diligent enough to make my own bento, my busy parents running the shop sure as hell aren’t making one for me, and the bread’s the best bang for my buck.
I’m not in any clubs.
I was pretty active in the basketball club back in middle school, but in high school, I just couldn’t muster the motivation. I’m blessed with a good build and decent athletic ability, but I’ve never been great at fitting in with a team. People always seem to keep their distance.
It’s not just my build or my face, though.
There are plenty of guys in sports clubs who are bigger or meaner-looking than me. It’s not just my appearance—there’s something about me that seems to ooze intimidation. I don’t have any hostility or wariness toward others, but…
“Maki! Look, look at this video! Riina just showed it to me—it’s insane! They filled a kiddie pool with super spicy yakisoba!” Yukitsuki exclaims.
“…What are you doing, Yukitsuki?” I ask, baffled.
“What? Isn’t this hilarious?”
“Not really. Don’t play with food. No, that’s not what I mean.”
The classroom is buzzing with a few students chattering.
Yukitsuki’s perched on my desk, grabbing my shoulder and shoving her phone in my face. Even for the class’s outgoing queen, this is way too close.
“I mean, you’re the son of a restaurant owner, right? But look, they all eat it in the end, so it’s not really playing with food,” she says.
“If they ate it all, then—wait, that’s not the point!”
“I’m recommending this other video too! Oh, I wanna watch it properly!”
“Hey…!”
Yukitsuki slides off the desk, her skirt swishing, and wedges herself onto my chair, practically sitting on my lap. I can feel her thighs and hips through her skirt pressing against my legs…!
“It’s only five minutes, so we’ll finish before class starts. Come on, watch!” she urges.
“Y-Yukitsuki… isn’t this a bit much?” I mutter under my breath, so only she can hear.
This isn’t just friendly anymore.
It looks like a couple flirting, plain and simple.
“Are you planning to announce we’re dating…?” I whisper.
“Hm? Nah, that’d cause problems later, so no way,” she replies.
“Later…? No, it’s already a problem now.”
I can feel curious and suspicious stares from our classmates boring into us.
Yukitsuki presses even closer, her full chest now pushing against my arm. It’s hard not to think back to last night…!
“I’m not gonna announce we’re dating, but I’m not wasting our school time either. You’re cool with that, right, Maki? If anyone says anything, just stick to ‘we’re not dating, just good friends,’” she says.
“That’s impossible…!” I protest.
Flirting like a lovey-dovey couple and then claiming “just friends”? No one’s buying that.
“If you push back, most people will back off with a ‘sure, okay,’” she says confidently.
“…Guess my scary face comes in handy sometimes,” I mutter.
“I’m not scared of you, you know. I’ll say it as many times as it takes. I get that others might find you intimidating, though,” Yukitsuki says.
“That’s the best outcome for me…” I admit.
Being feared by others is just my daily life.
As long as the girl I like isn’t scared of me, I don’t care who else is. I’m not entirely following her logic, but if it works for Yukitsuki, I guess I’m fine with it… right?
“Hey, Yuzu?” a voice calls out.
“Hm? What’s up, Rii?” Yukitsuki responds, eyes still glued to her phone.
I know the girl who spoke, of course—she’s a classmate. Riina Takaya, Yukitsuki’s number-two in her clique.
Short black hair with red highlights, wearing a light pink blouse instead of the standard white, and a predictably short skirt. Her flashy hair and clothes don’t overshadow her pretty face. She’s slim, with a less curvaceous figure, but her tall, slender build makes her striking.
“You and Maki-kun are that close? Since when? You’re practically glued to him,” Riina says, eyeing us.
“We got close recently. Don’t worry, Maki’s not a scary beast if you handle him right,” Yukitsuki replies.
“Hey, that’s basically calling me a wild animal!” I protest.
Sadly, I agree with Riina’s jab. I’m already intimidating enough—don’t make it worse with comments like that.
“Wait, are you two… dating?” Riina asks.
“Hmm… heh heh,” Yukitsuki giggles evasively.
“She’s dodging like crazy!” Riina exclaims.
I can’t blame her for shouting.
Yukitsuki told me to insist we’re just friends, but she’s acting in a way that invites misunderstanding—or maybe it’s not a misunderstanding at all.
“Don’t sweat it, Rii. You guys should get along with Maki too. But if you get too friendly, I might have to rethink our friendship,” Yukitsuki says with a sly grin.
“She’s throwing in threats now! What’s gotten into you, Yuzu!?” Riina cries.
“…I’d like to get along with Yukitsuki’s friends, if possible. Not right away, but… nice to meet you,” I say, standing and giving a small bow to Riina and the other girls watching from behind.
“R-Really…? Uh, y-yeah, nice to meet you…?” Riina stammers, clearly intimidated.
It’s the usual reaction. I need to remember that Yukitsuki and Fuuka, who aren’t scared of me, are the exceptions.
At this rate, my school life’s looking a bit dicey.
As long as no one finds out I’m dating the twins, maybe people will stop caring eventually.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Maki-san.”
“…”
Lunch break—
I got a message to meet up, and there she is: a beautiful girl with long, neat black hair in a white sailor uniform, waiting for me.
“If anything, I’m the one who kept you waiting… Fuuka, what are you doing here?” I ask.
“I’m sneaking into your school, obviously,” Fuuka says, tilting her head with a playful smile.
We’re at the bike parking area behind the gymnasium.
It’s usually deserted except in the mornings and after school—or so I’ve been told. It’s far from the school building, so no one uses it as a hangout spot—apparently.
I just learned these two facts from none other than Fuuka, via message.
Why does Fuuka, a student from another school, know things about my school that I don’t?
“I used to sneak in during classes. It’s less noticeable that way,” she explains.
“Makes sense. During class, students and teachers are all in the classrooms,” I say.
“Exactly. Plus, I’ve got a low presence, so I don’t get spotted easily,” Fuuka adds.
“That’s not the issue! ‘Used to’? This isn’t your first time!?” I exclaim.
“You make it sound like a crime,” she pouts.
“It is trespassing!”
“It’s fine. I’ve never been caught,” she says confidently.
“That’s not the point…”
Despite her refined, ladylike appearance, Fuuka seems immune to common sense.
“Look, if you keep sneaking into other schools, you’ll get caught eventually! At least disguise yourself as Yukitsuki! That’s the classic twin move, right?”
“Ugh, that sounds like such a hassle…” she groans.
“Sneaking into another school isn’t a hassle…?” I ask, incredulous.
A disguise would make it way easier to get in unnoticed.
“Anyway, why the hell were you sneaking into my school in the first place?” I demand.
“I was watching you during gym class,” she says casually.
“…I think I need to check your phone’s photo app thoroughly,” I mutter.
I only glanced at her photos before… To think she was risking trespassing for something so trivial.
“I’ll show you the photos anytime. Seeing you play sports is rare for someone from another school, you know. High rarity value,” she says.
“There’s no rarity value in a gruff high school guy playing sports,” I retort.
A beautiful girl doing sports might be worth seeing, but me? Hardly.
“But schools have tight security, right? I’ve run into patrolling teachers a few times,” she admits.
“So you have been spotted!” I exclaim.
“I had no choice but to pretend I was Yuzu-nee. They questioned why I was wearing Shuka’s sailor uniform, but I said it was cosplay and got away with it. So, technically, I haven’t been caught,” she says proudly.
“You got away with that excuse…?” I say, dumbfounded.
Now Yukitsuki looks like some weirdo cosplaying another school’s uniform for no reason.
“Having nearly identical faces comes in handy. I’ve been through enough close calls to confirm this spot is a safe zone,” Fuuka says.
“Safe zone?”
“Gaming term. Means a place where you won’t get hit by enemy attacks. So, no need to worry,” she assures me.
“No need to worry…?”
We’re in a corner of the bike parking lot, hidden in the shade of a large tree.
Even if someone showed up, we probably wouldn’t be noticed right away, but…
“Maki-san, you already know, right? We’re the destined twins, the Dual Twin—we can’t hold back our emotions…” Fuuka says, gliding closer and pressing herself against me.
The soft sensation of her curves…!
Dual Twin.
The secret of the Tsubasa sisters, revealed to me last night.
They share their emotions as twins, including their love—doubled.
Yukitsuki loves who Fuuka loves, and Fuuka loves who Yukitsuki loves.
Each carries the other’s share of love as well.
In simple terms, their love is twice as strong—
So intense, it’s probably too much for most people to handle.
“Unlike Yuzu-nee, I’m separated from you during the day. I could deal with that before, but now that I’ve confessed my feelings, I can’t hold back anymore,” Fuuka says.
“Can’t hold back…? What’s gonna satisfy you, then?” I ask.
“You… know, don’t you?” she says, looking up at me with puppy-dog eyes, pleading.
Yeah—I know what Fuuka wants.
After how much we craved each other last night, I should know.
I know what they want, and it’s what I want to give them too.
No point in holding back now.
I’m insanely turned on by these twin beauties.
“Fuuka…”
“Nnh…!”
I pull Fuuka into my arms and kiss her.
Chuu, chuu—I savor her sweet, soft lips, enveloping her small mouth with mine.
The wet, lewd sounds grow as Fuuka presses her lips back against mine.
“Nnh, mmm… chuu, nnh… Maki-san, can’t we do… a naughtier kiss? One even Yuzu-nee hasn’t done yet, one that makes my body tingle…” she whispers.
“Yeah, I’ll give it to you,” I say with a nod.
I kiss Fuuka again, slipping my tongue in to entwine with her hot one.
I explore her mouth, tangling our tongues, sucking on her lips.
While sharing an intense kiss, I pull her slender body close.
Her full curves press against me, squishing against my chest.
“Nnh, nnnh… hamu, nnh, chuu, churu… Ha, haa… Maki-san, your tongue’s so hot… nnh, mmm…”
Fuuka presses herself harder against me, wrapping her arms around my neck, begging for more kisses.
The faint sweet scent of her long black hair makes my head spin.
Chuu, chuu—we kiss repeatedly, tongues entwining fiercely, holding each other tightly.
“Ha, ahh… Yuzu-nee hasn’t done anything this naughty yet, right…? Hehe, I have to move faster, or I’ll never catch up to her,” Fuuka says with a giggle.
“I’ll make sure to take care of both of you,” I promise.
“Yes, take care of me more… chuu, please…?” she pleads.
Fuuka and I lose ourselves in devouring each other’s lips—
“Haa… My legs are giving out…” she gasps.
“You okay? Don’t you need to get back for afternoon classes?” I ask.
“I’m already too late. Besides… just a bit more… Kyah!”
A sudden gust of wind flips up Fuuka’s knee-length skirt.
Her slender white thighs—and a glimpse of white fabric—catch my eye.
“That came out of nowhere… Phew, that was close. Almost showed my panties,” she says, flustered.
“Would that… be bad?” I ask.
After all that intense kissing, it’s surprising that a panty flash would be off-limits.
“Well, not exactly…” Fuuka says, grabbing the hem of her skirt and lifting it slightly.
“The thing is, I hate lucky pervert moments. They’re the worst thing in the world,” she declares.
“Lucky… pervert?”
I know the term, of course. It’s internet slang for those erotic mishaps in rom-com manga or anime—accidentally groping a girl, seeing her panties, or stumbling into her in the bath.
A panty flash is one thing, but those kinds of accidents don’t really happen in real life.
“We’re living together now. And neither I nor Yuzu-nee are on guard around you. In fact, we’re leaving ourselves wide open for you to pounce whenever you’re in the mood,” Fuuka says.
“Sounds more like you two are the ones in the mood,” I retort.
“Yuzu-nee wears thin camisoles or tank tops, sometimes with no bra. If you look closely, you can see the shape of her nipples. Oh, our nipples are the same size and color, by the way. Small areolas, perfect light pink—”
“I don’t need the play-by-play! I’ll check for myself when the time comes!” I interrupt.
Damn it, I got caught up in Fuuka’s pace and let my desires slip out.
“But lucky pervert moments are just accidents, right? Seeing panties by chance is just a one-off. It doesn’t deepen the relationship,” she says.
“Yeah, fair point,” I agree.
Seeing panties doesn’t make a girl fall for you. And for a guy, seeing panties might spark something, but it’s rare.
“So, if you want to see, do it on purpose. Or… don’t you want to see my panties?” Fuuka asks.
“I never dreamed a girl would ask me that in my lifetime…” I mutter.
“I’m embarrassed too, you know!” Fuuka says, puffing out her cheeks and shooting me a sidelong glare.
“I wear this long skirt because I don’t want my underwear seen,” she explains.
“Then wear spats or shorts under it,” I suggest.
“Those aren’t cute. And for me, not being cute is the absolute worst. So I wear a long skirt for protection. But for you, Maki-san…”
Chuu—she kisses me again.
“Look… at the place I don’t want seen ♡,” she whispers.
“I’ll look at what I want to see! Of course I want to see the panties of a cute girl like you, Fuuka!”
It might not be about manliness, but I declare it boldly.
Then I grab Fuuka’s long skirt and lift it.
Her slender white thighs—and pure white panties—come into view.
Lace-trimmed, with side ties, the fabric is scandalously small and way too erotic…!
“I tried hard… to wear something cute and sexy. If anyone but you saw these, I’d die of embarrassment…” Fuuka says shyly.
“No way I’d let anyone else see these…” I say, staring intently at her panties.
The fabric slightly bulges in that area.
Maybe it’s my imagination, but it almost seems to twitch faintly.
“Yahn… Don’t stare so much… It’s making me tingle…” Fuuka murmurs.
“Let me see more. The back too…”
“Y-Yes… but before that, a kiss…” Fuuka says softly.
I nod, pressing my lips against hers in a series of light chuu, chuu kisses.
Our tongues brush briefly before I pull back from the kiss.
“N-Now… please, take a good look at my naughty panties, Maki-san…” Fuuka murmurs.
“Feels like I’m the one making you say that…” I reply, a bit flustered by her sudden provocative words.
Caught off guard by Fuuka’s bold line, I lift her skirt again.
Her petite, soft-looking rear, wrapped in pure white lace panties, comes into view.
It’s round, smooth, and utterly perfect.
No way I’m letting anyone else see this insanely erotic butt and panties…!
“Fuuka…” I breathe.
“Yahn…” she squeaks.
Still holding up her skirt, I turn her around and kiss her again.
Our tongues extend, licking and twining, and I suck on hers with a wet chururu.
“Nnh, chuu, chururu… Nnh, mmm… Nnh… Oh no… I’m kissing Maki-san while he’s lifting my skirt… Nnh…” Fuuka moans.
“But when we’re kissing, I can’t see your panties,” I tease.
“Y-Yes… Do you want to see my panties more…?” she asks, her voice trembling.
“I could stare at them forever,” I admit.
If I’d laughed off Yukitsuki’s “date my twin sister too” as a joke, I’d never have experienced this.
I wouldn’t have known the softness and sweetness of Fuuka’s lips, her sheer, erotic panties, or her perfect, round butt.
“Then… kiss me again… and after that, look as much as you want…” Fuuka whispers.
I nod, devouring her lips greedily—
When we part, I lift her skirt again.
I adjust it to get a clear view from the back, side, and front, admiring her pure white panties.
“Oh no… Haahn… I’m getting so excited having my panties stared at… I wasn’t this kind of naughty girl… Maki-saan…” Fuuka gasps.
Suddenly, her body goes limp, and she slumps to the ground.
“Ha, haa… If you keep looking, I’ll get so turned on I won’t be able to move… and I won’t be able to escape back to my school…” she pants.
“That’d be bad,” I say.
I grab Fuuka’s hand and help her to her feet.
“I’ll walk you to Shuka. I don’t mind being a bit late myself.”
“N-No, it’s fine… I need to cool off while heading back. If you’re with me, my body will stay all hot and bothered… Nnh, chuu,” Fuuka says, leaning into me for another kiss.
Then she steps back, putting some distance between us—
“I’m so worked up… I can’t help but want to show you more… Like this…” she says.
“…!”
Fuuka lifts her skirt high with one hand, flaunting her white panties.
Then, with her other hand, she tugs them down slightly.
The critical part stays hidden, but it’s far more revealing than any accidental panty flash could ever be.
“I want to show you even more of my naughty parts… but hehe, if I get too far ahead of Yuzu-nee, she’ll be scary later,” Fuuka says with a giggle.
“Yeah, that’d be terrifying,” I agree.
“So, this is all for today,” she says.
Fuuka pulls her phone from her skirt pocket with the hand that tugged her panties down and snaps a picture of her exposed self.
“Today’s Fuuka panties. I’ll send it to you. And—” she adds.
“Oh…”
While giving me a light kiss, Fuuka takes a selfie.
On her phone screen, our lips are half-joined in the photo.
A kiss photo and a panty photo—things far too stimulating for a high school guy—are about to be sent to my phone.
The last class of the day is gym.
The boys are playing soccer on the field.
With the temperature rising and early summer setting in, outdoor exercise feels like a chore.
My body, honed from middle school basketball, has gotten rusty after over a year of barely exercising in high school.
Come to think of it, Fuuka mentioned something about my stuff being delivered…
If she wasn’t joking, it’s probably real, so I’ll have to unpack and organize it myself.
That’s gonna be some heavy work. Can my out-of-shape body handle it?
I can’t exactly ask the delicate twins to help.
Especially Fuuka—she’d probably insist on pitching in…
Speaking of Fuuka, she made it back to her school.
《Tsubasa Fuuka has safely returned》
That’s the message I got, so I’m relieved.
The selfie she sent from her classroom showed her eyes looking a bit lifeless, though.
To think that just a kiss and showing her panties could unravel her that much—
The Tsubasa sisters don’t just have heavy love; their desires might be excessive too.
Double the love, and maybe double the desire… It’s entirely possible.
I can’t exactly say my feelings for Yukitsuki were purely romantic either.
I’ve had countless less-than-pure fantasies about her.
But if the twins act on their fantasies—
I’m thrilled Fuuka wants me, but if this escalates further, what’ll happen to me?
My rationality’s already crumbling as it is…
“Hey, Maki,” a voice calls.
“Huh?”
I’m heading to the field from the changing room when someone speaks to me.
I don’t need to turn around to know who it is.
There’s only one person in this school who talks to me this casually.
“Come with me for a sec,” she says.
Leaning against the hallway window is, of course, Yukitsuki.
“Come with you…? Gym’s about to start,” I point out.
Yukitsuki, being in my class, obviously has gym too.
She’s changed into her gym clothes: a jacket with the sleeves rolled up and half-length shorts.
Her large chest asserts itself boldly through the thin fabric, dangerously distracting.
“Yukitsuki, aren’t you hot in that jacket?” I ask.
“It’s hot, but our school’s jacket is stylish, right?” she replies.
True, the school’s simple black-and-white jacket has a sleek design and is pretty popular.
On a beauty like Yukitsuki, it looks especially good.
As the queen of the social hierarchy, she clearly prioritizes style over comfort.
“I’ve got something to talk about. Being a little late won’t hurt, right? Oh, I know!” she says.
“What?”
“Since we’re here, I’ll take you to a sacred place no boy’s ever allowed in ♡,” she teases.
“S-Sacred place?”
Yukitsuki grabs my hand and drags me along—
“Wait, hold on! This is too much!” I protest.
“No one’s here, so it’s fine,” Yukitsuki says with a sly grin.
We’re standing in front of—get this—the girls’ changing room.
Yukitsuki opens the door and pulls me inside.
“So? Not that different from the boys’ changing room, right?” she asks.
“Uh… no, it’s completely different,” I say.
The room’s layout is almost identical to the boys’. Same size as a classroom, with lockers lining one wall.
The boys’ changing room has one full-length mirror; the girls’ has three. That’s a difference, I guess.
The biggest difference, though, is the smell.
A sweet, tangy scent lingers in the air.
Nothing like the sweaty stench of the boys’ changing room.
“All the underwear and uniforms are in the lockers, so there’s not much to see, huh?” Yukitsuki says.
“No…” I mutter.
“You can sniff as much as you want. It’s not like it’ll run out,” she teases.
“You noticed I was thinking about the smell!?” I exclaim.
“You were practically sniff-sniffing. I didn’t miss it!” she laughs.
“Could you just pretend you didn’t see…?” I plead.
My bad manners got the better of me, but I was hoping for some mercy.
Noticing the girls’ scent like that makes me feel like a creep.
“I don’t mind, so it’s fine. So, what do you think?” she asks.
“Think…? This is still a bad idea. Even if no one’s here…” I say.
“Relax, we’re not watching anyone change or peeking at their clothes. Fun fact: a few of us girls have been in the boys’ changing room before,” she says casually.
“To sniff it…?” I ask.
“No way I’m interested in guys’ sweaty smells! I’m not that kind of fetishist!” she retorts.
“Right, got it,” I say.
There are all kinds of people out there, so maybe some girls are into guys’ sweat, but that’s clearly not Yukitsuki’s thing.
“Then… why’d you go in there?” I ask.
“Curiosity, I guess? Some guys in our class thought it’d be funny to let us in. No one was changing, though,” she explains.
“Obviously,” I say.
No way Yukitsuki or the other girls would care about watching grimy guys change.
“It was boring. Just smelled like guys, and your uniform wasn’t even there,” she says.
“Hm?”
Did she just mumble something wild?
“Hey, Yukitsuki… you’re interested in my uniform…?” I press.
“Uh—! B-But, isn’t it fun for a guy to see the girls’ changing room?” she deflects.
“Not really…” I say.
She’s dodging hard.
Between her and Fuuka, these twins might be way more into me than I realized.
“…Huh? What’s that?”
I notice another big difference from the boys’ changing room.
In the corner, there’s a curtained-off booth, like a fitting room.
“Looks like a changing booth,” I say.
“Oh, that? It’s called the ‘confession booth,’” Yukitsuki says.
“Confession booth!?”
Like the church thing where you confess sins to a priest?
“It’s just called that because of how it looks. It’s a single changing room… Some girls were too shy to change in front of others, so they set it up. I think it’s silly—girls changing together shouldn’t be a big deal,” she says.
“Some people are just sensitive,” I offer.
“Sorry for not being sensitive,” she quips, then kisses me—chuu.
After yesterday, both twins have gotten bold about kissing without hesitation.
If anything, they seem eager to do it.
I’m thrilled, so I’ve got no reason to refuse.
“No one uses it now, though. Changing in there would make people think you’ve got some crazy tattoo or something,” she says.
“I get told I look like I’ve got a crazy tattoo all the time,” I say.
“Like a dragon across your back?” she teases.
“You know your stuff. But that’s more ‘irezumi’ or ‘monmon’ than tattoo… Not that it matters. For the record, I don’t have any,” I clarify.
“You could get mine and Fuuka’s names tattooed,” she suggests.
“That’d be way too intense…” I say.
I’ve heard of people tattooing their lover’s name, but that’s rare these days… right?
“Yeah, that booth doesn’t seem useful,” I say.
It’d probably get more use as an actual confession booth.
“Oh, right. So, what’s this talk about?” I ask.
“Ugh, seriously, Maki…”
Suddenly, Yukitsuki hugs me tightly.
Through her soft gym clothes and jacket, her chest presses against me unmistakably.
“W-What’s up?” I stammer.
“Come on… You met Fuuka during lunch, didn’t you?” she says.
“She told you?” I ask.
Fuuka messaged me, so it’s not surprising she’d contact her sister too.
“Nope, she didn’t. We barely call or message each other,” Yukitsuki says.
“Really? That’s surprising,” I say.
“We don’t need to. We just… know what the other’s doing or thinking, kinda,” she explains.
“…”
I want to call that occult nonsense.
But after the bizarre events since yesterday, nothing seems impossible with these twins.
“Anyway… you two were flirting, right? In my school, while I’m here. Isn’t that kinda mean?” Yukitsuki says, squeezing me tighter.
“Yukitsuki… is this a new side of you?” I ask.
She’s acting oddly childish, almost clingy.
“I’m technically the older sister, you know. I can’t show this side in front of her,” she says.
“You seemed pretty normal when we were alone yesterday,” I point out.
“I was nervous! Alone with the guy I like!” she admits.
“…”
God, she’s adorable.
“But I’m good now. You agreed to date both me and Fuuka, so it’s time to go on the offensive,” she declares.
“Dragging me into the girls’ changing room isn’t a bit too offensive?” I ask.
“She showed you her panties, didn’t she?” Yukitsuki says, cutting through the conversation.
“Huh!?”
She just sliced right into it!
“You did get a message from her!” I accuse.
“Wow, sometimes we scare even ourselves. I was just guessing, but I hit the mark,” Yukitsuki says, eyes wide, staring at me.
What, she really just guessed?
How’d she zero in on “panties” of all things?
“I know the ‘destined twins’ thing sounds dubious, but moments like this make me believe it,” she says.
“You just had a feeling…?” I ask.
“During lunch, I felt this… tingle ♡ in my skirt. I’m not so lovesick that I’d get turned on for no reason while chatting with friends,” she explains.
“Fuuka’s excitement… passed to you?” I ask.
“That’s part of our emotional sharing… a Dual Twin trait. It’s practically a superpower,” she says.
“‘Practically’? That is a superpower,” I say.
Maybe I haven’t fully grasped it yet.
Yukitsuki, a gorgeous girl, accepted my confession, and Fuuka, her equally cute twin sister, came as a self-proclaimed “bonus.”
I still half-doubt such a sweet deal could exist.
But maybe it’s not just a “sweet deal.”
Maybe these twins were genuinely searching for someone who could accept them—
And they’re hoping that someone is me.
“These occult twins… even if they’re cute, are they a bit scary?” Yukitsuki asks.
“The part where you casually call yourself cute is kinda scary,” I tease, pulling her slim waist closer.
“If others are scared, that’s perfect. Means I can keep you and Fuuka all to myself,” I say.
“Whoa, so high and mighty! Mmm, chuu, chuu,” Yukitsuki says, kissing me lightly several times while still in my arms.
“Then you’d better make me yours even more. Fuuka went all out showing you something she didn’t want seen, so I’ve gotta step up too, right?” she says.
“Step up…?”
“What do you want to see, Maki? Of me?” she asks, pressing her full curves against me.
The overwhelming volume, softness, and bounce hit me like a tidal wave—
“…I want to see Tsubasa Yukitsuki’s breasts,” I say.
“…!”
Yukitsuki’s face turns bright red.
“W-Wait, that was way more direct than I expected… Did going wild with Fuuka make you this bold…?” she stammers.
“I don’t think I went that wild…” I say.
Staring at a girl’s panties that intently isn’t exactly normal, even for a couple.
“I’m the older sister, so I’ve gotta handle more embarrassing stuff than her. If you want to see… go ahead and look,” she says.
“You’re saying the same thing as Fuuka…” I note.
This is my second time, so there’s no room for hesitation.
I grab the hem of Yukitsuki’s gym shirt and pull it up.
Her smooth white stomach, her navel—and then—
Her large breasts, cradled in a black bra, bounce into view as I lift her shirt.
“Yahn… That’s pretty rough,” she says.
“S-Sorry… But these… they’re…”
“Stop staring so much… It’s making me feel weird…” Yukitsuki says, blushing furiously and looking away.
Even through her bra, having her chest ogled is obviously embarrassing.
Her expression is identical to Fuuka’s when I stared at her panties.
“These are incredible… What’s the size?” I ask.
“In gravure idol terms… 90 centimeters… G-cup…” she mumbles.
(T/N: Japanese gravure idols, the terms "90 centimeters" and "G-cup" refer to specific physical measurements that are often highlighted as part of the idol's appeal, particularly in promotional materials aimed at male audiences.)
“G…!”
To think someone with breasts like that actually exists…!
No, of course they exist, but I never dreamed I’d get to see such massive, lewd breasts up close!
To have them right in front of me…!
“Kyah…!?”
“Ah…! S-Sorry…”
Without thinking, I grab and squeeze Yukitsuki’s G-cup breasts.
They’re far too big to fit in my hands, soft yet firm, with an incredible bounce…!
“It’s fine… Go ahead, touch them as much as you want. If Fuuka showed her panties, I’ve gotta let you do more, right?” she says.
“…!”
This is way too perfect for me, but with such massive breasts so close, just looking feels like torture.
Trying not to be too greedy, I knead them gently—guni, guni—feeling their firmness.
They bounce, almost pushing my hands away with their resilience.
The black bra is so erotic—if I tugged it a bit, I might see her nipples.
God, are girls’ breasts always this amazing to touch?
I can’t get enough.
“W-Wait… Nnh, ha… ahh… You’re… touching so much…? Nnh, ah, ahh… I was only gonna let you look… Nnh, what am I doing…?” Yukitsuki moans.
“Should I stop…?” I ask.
“I-Idiot. I’m a girl too, you know. Once I say you can do what you want, I’ll let you. Enjoy… my breasts,” Yukitsuki says.
“Then I’ll take you up on that…” I reply.
I’m already lost in it, kneading Yukitsuki’s breasts with both hands.
I lift them from below, tug them sideways, and grip them firmly.
Her melon-sized breasts shift dramatically as I pull them up or stretch them out.
To think the girl I fell for was hiding such insanely erotic things under her uniform.
“W-Wait… Can I… take off the bra…?” I ask.
“Wha—!? O-Okay… but just a little, alright?” she agrees, surprisingly easily.
I reach for the clasp—but instead grab the bottom of her bra.
I tug it up slowly, inch by inch.
Sliding it up to reveal them feels way sexier than unhooking it entirely.
I’m starting to lose it.
“Yahn… You’ll ruin my bra… Nnh, if you pull that hard… Ahh, it’s catching on my nipples…” Yukitsuki gasps.
“S-Sorry,” I say.
“It’s fine. You’ll see them eventually anyway, so now’s no different—”
“…!”
Both Yukitsuki and I freeze at the same moment.
The sound of light, skipping footsteps echoes—someone’s definitely approaching the girls’ changing room.
Without hesitation, I yank open the curtain of the so-called “confession booth” and dive inside.
Who’d have thought this thing would come in handy?
“Phew… That was close…” I mutter.
“Wait a sec. Yukitsuki, why’d you jump in here too?” I ask.
This confession booth is, sadly, not big enough for a priest and a sinner to share.
It’s clearly meant for one person.
Makes sense—a shy girl changing in private doesn’t need space for two.
“I-I just… got caught up in the moment…?” Yukitsuki says sheepishly.
“…”
Her little sister called her a klutz, didn’t she?
“…Huh? Isn’t that Rii?” Yukitsuki whispers.
“Hm? Oh, yeah, it’s Takaya,” I confirm.
Together, we peek through a small gap in the curtain to see who entered.
It’s the short-haired beauty with red highlights—Yukitsuki’s friend, Takaya Riina.
Riina tosses her bag into a locker and starts scrolling on her phone.
“What’s she doing? Isn’t she going to gym?” I ask.
“Probably taking her time since she’s already late. Rii’s pretty laid-back,” Yukitsuki explains.
As we whisper, Riina suddenly puts her phone in the locker and strips off her blouse and skirt in a flash.
“Whoa…” I gasp.
“Hey, don’t look—oh, whatever,” Yukitsuki says.
“It’s not okay!” I protest, quickly averting my eyes.
Peeping is a despicable act, far from manly.
“But Rii’s wearing a tank top and spats,” Yukitsuki points out.
“That’s practically underwear!” I argue.
“She sometimes dances outside in that outfit,” Yukitsuki says.
“Dances?” I ask.
“Oh, you don’t know? Look,” she urges.
I hesitate but peek through the curtain again.
Riina, phone in hand, is humming and stepping lightly.
“She doesn’t just dance on the street—she goes to dance school too. She’s hardcore about it,” Yukitsuki explains.
“I see. She’s good,” I say.
I don’t know much about dance, but Riina’s moves are clearly beyond amateur level.
“…Talking like this, we’ll get caught,” I warn.
“It’s fine, right? Rii’s got earbuds in. She’s not hearing anything, probably,” Yukitsuki says.
“Oh…”
Sure enough, I notice wireless earbuds in Riina’s ears.
She’s probably watching a dance video on her phone, completely oblivious to us.
“We could sneak out now…” I suggest.
“That’s too bold. But we should keep an eye out… If we get caught, you’re in big trouble, Maki…” Yukitsuki says.
“…”
She seems to feel guilty for dragging me into the girls’ changing room.
I could’ve resisted if I wanted, so she doesn’t need to beat herself up.
“Hm…?”
“Nnh, chuu… Nnh…”
“Hey…!” I hiss.
Out of nowhere, Yukitsuki kisses me.
She clings tightly, her bare breasts pressing against me.
“What’re you doing?” I whisper.
“Doing this with a friend right nearby… doesn’t it make your heart race?” she asks.
“You’re getting way too wild—Nnh,” I start.
Yukitsuki grins mischievously and kisses me again—chuu, chuu.
“Rii won’t leave for at least ten minutes. Wasting time’s boring, right? Or do you wanna keep ogling Rii’s kinda naughty outfit?” she teases.
“I wanna see your naughty side, Yukitsuki,” I say.
“That’s the spirit. Nnh, chuu,” she replies.
Chuu, chuu—we kiss, tongues entwining, making wet juru juru sounds.
At this volume, Riina’s earbuds should keep her from hearing.
“Nnh, hey…!” Yukitsuki gasps.
I get carried away, kissing her while groping her bare breasts.
I grab them, lift them, knead them—guni, guni—tugging them side to side for variety.
I want to savor their softness and bounce to the fullest.
Is this kind of happiness even allowed?
Kissing an extraordinary beauty like Yukitsuki while freely fondling her G-cup breasts?
“Nnh… Nnh, chuu, nnh…”
Yukitsuki lets out cute moans as I touch her, kissing me repeatedly.
“W-Wait… Too intense… I’ll make noise… Nnh…! If R-Rii hears… Nnnh…!” she warns.
I silence her moans with a kiss, deliberately making loud chuba chuba sounds, tangling our tongues fiercely.
Kissing like this should keep her voice from carrying.
“Ah… Nnh… R-Rii, isn’t she looking this way…? Ahn… If we get caught… Ahn, it’d be so embarrassing…” Yukitsuki says.
“You were fine in front of your sister,” I point out.
“My sister and a friend are totally different… Ahn…!”
When I grip her breasts firmly, Yukitsuki arches back, her body trembling.
Did she just—?
“W-Wait… I can’t… But one more kiss… ♡,” she pleads.
“Yeah…”
I nod, savoring her soft lips with a churu churu kiss.
Her breasts seem sensitive now, so teasing them more would be cruel.
Though I’ve already gone pretty far—kinda late to act considerate.
“Haa… Oh, Rii’s stopped dancing. Heading to gym, maybe…?” Yukitsuki says.
“Probably,” I agree.
“Ahn ♡,” she gasps as I hug her tightly one last time.
It’s not just because I let my desires run wild, but I want to be gentle with her.
I don’t want to forget to care for the twins, no matter how convenient this situation is for me.
It might be old-fashioned, but a guy should be kind to girls.
After school—
I head home alone, as usual.
“Home” now means the Tsubasa sisters’ apartment.
If my stuff’s being delivered, I need to get back and deal with it.
Going home with Yukitsuki would draw too much attention, so I hold off.
Plus, Yukitsuki needs time with her friends.
Even though we’re in this weird relationship, I don’t want to disrupt the twins’ lives too much.
I change into my shoes at the shoe lockers and leave the school building—
“Hey, Maki-kun,” a voice calls.
“Hm?”
I turn to see Takaya Riina standing there.
Short black hair with red highlights, her slender frame moving gracefully.
Maybe because I know she dances, her walk seems almost fluid.
I catch myself staring—and recall the changing room incident, my heart skipping a beat.
This is definitely the first time she’s approached me alone.
Which means—
“Sorry, but got a minute?” she asks.
“I’m so sorryyyyyy!” I blurt out.
“Huh?”
“It’s about gym, right? I’m really sorry!”
I stand straight and bow deeply.
No excuses. I’m in the wrong, so all I can do is apologize.
“Gym…? What’re you talking about? Why’re you apologizing?” Riina asks, confused.
“Huh? It’s not that?” I say.
“Not what? What happened during gym?” she presses.
“You were dancing in the girls’ changing room to music, right?” I say.
“Huh!? How do you know that, Maki-kun?” she demands.
“I was hiding behind the curtain then,” I admit.
“What!?”
Riina’s eyes widen, her face flushing red.
Despite her flashy look, that’s a surprisingly girly reaction.
“D-Did you mean… the confession booth? You were hiding there?” she asks.
This isn’t the time to be thinking rude thoughts.
No matter how Riina reacts, I just have to keep apologizing.
“I’m sorry! I saw you in a tank top and spats. Report me to the school or even the police if you want!” I say.
“Whoa, hold up. Why were you in the girls’ changing room to begin with—oh, Yuzu,” Riina says, sighing and looking skyward. “That idiot. What’s she up to? No way someone sneaks into the girls’ changing room just to peep,” she mutters.
“Yukitsuki had nothing to do with it. I could’ve left the changing room sooner,” I insist.
“Ugh, fine. It wasn’t underwear, and you’re probably Yuzu’s victim, so I’ll let it slide,” she says.
“No, you’re the victim here…” I say.
Riina seems to know Yukitsuki’s unpredictable nature all too well…
“Really okay?” I ask.
“Just don’t do anything weird thinking about it! That’s all!” Riina says, her face still red, brushing it off curtly.
“Got it. I swear I won’t do anything weird thinking about it,” I vow.
“Don’t repeat it! You’re making me more embarrassed…!” she protests.
She’s genuinely flustered, fanning her face with her hand like a fan.
“This conversation’s over! Don’t bring it up again! Anyway… it’s about Yuzu,” she says.
“About Yukitsuki…?” I ask.
Her main concern not being the peeping incident is a relief, but I’m stumped about Yukitsuki.
“Not just me—everyone’s wondering. Why’re you suddenly so close with Yuzu, Maki-kun?” she asks.
“Oh…”
So that’s it. As a friend, she’s curious about Yukitsuki’s social circle.
Makes sense. Yukitsuki, the top of the school caste, suddenly getting chummy with a nobody like me is bound to raise eyebrows.
I’m not just low on the caste—I’m practically outside it.
Couldn’t be more mismatched with Tsubasa Yukitsuki.
In that case—
“…I confessed to Yukitsuki,” I admit.
“Seriously!?” Riina exclaims.
To clear her suspicions, I have to tell the truth.
I can’t spill the twins’ secret, but after the peeping fiasco, lying to Riina feels wrong.
“Lots of guys confess to Yuzu, but you, Maki-kun…? Wait, did she actually say yes?” she asks.
“That… I can’t say,” I dodge.
Yukitsuki told me to stick with the “friends” line, after all.
“That’s super vague… Just to be clear, you’re seriously into Yuzu, right?” Riina presses.
“No doubt about it. I love Tsubasa Yukitsuki,” I declare.
“…God, that’s so embarrassing to hear. Ugh, so hot,” Riina says, fanning her face again.
“Yuzu gets confessed to all the time, but someone this direct? Probably the first,” she adds.
“Really…?” I say.
Maybe the twins took a liking to me because I’m unusual in some way.
If Yukitsuki’s close friend says I’m different, she’s probably right.
“By the way, have you known Yukitsuki long, Takaya?” I ask.
“Hm? Not really. Since high school started. I haven’t heard much about her middle school days,” Riina says.
“Then, about the twins—” I start.
“Huh?”
I catch myself just in time.
I almost asked if she knew Yukitsuki was a twin.
Damn, the twin thing—if it’s not a secret, I still shouldn’t be the one to spill it.
Riina seems close to Yukitsuki, and I nearly let it slip… That was close.
“N-No, nothing,” I cover.
“Hm? Twins…? Oh, you know I’m a twin too, Maki-kun?” Riina says.
“What?”
For a second, I don’t process what she said.
But her words are clear as day.
“Huh… Wait, you’re—Takaya, you’re a twin…?” I ask.
“Yup, not hiding it or anything. My little sister doesn’t go here, though,” she says.
“She’s at another school?” I ask.
“Well… it’s complicated. She doesn’t go to school. Not like she’s a shut-in or anything, though,” Riina explains.
“I see…”
Not a shut-in or truant—I can’t imagine what that means.
It’s not exactly strange, but it’s an odd coincidence.
After Yukitsuki and Fuuka, now Riina’s a twin too.
In my seventeen years, I’d never met twins, and now I’ve run into two pairs in a few days.
“Anyway, enough about us. Back to Yuzu,” Riina says.
“Oh, right,” I reply.
“She’s insanely popular but never dates anyone, which I always thought was weird,” Riina says.
“That’s not weird. Maybe… she just hadn’t found someone she liked,” I suggest.
Riina would never guess Yukitsuki was looking for someone to date both her and her twin.
“There’s something about Yuzu that’s… off. Like she doesn’t really open up to anyone,” Riina says.
“Isn’t she the type who’s friendly with everyone?” I counter.
“She is, but…” Riina trails off, looking unconvinced.
Maybe Yukitsuki’s secret as an extraordinary twin makes her draw a line with others.
Being so close to her, Riina might sense that instinctively.
“The thing that bugs me most is—how do I put it… It’s like she’s… otherworldly,” Riina says.
“Otherworldly?” I echo.
“You get what I mean?” she asks.
“Kinda…”
Literally, like she’s possessed by a god.
Or acting in ways so extraordinary they seem divine.
“It happened recently too,” Riina says.
“What happened?” I ask.
“We were at a karaoke place, and out of nowhere, Yuzu mumbled, ‘Oh, rain.’ In a karaoke room! No windows, too loud to hear rain, and she wasn’t even checking her phone for weather updates,” Riina recounts.
“…”
Destined twins—maybe Fuuka was outside and got caught in the rain.
Can they sense even that?
“She’s always staring at nothing like a cat. That mysterious vibe might be part of her charm,” Riina says.
“I never noticed that,” I admit.
“She’s probably on guard in class. I only notice ‘cause we hang out after school,” Riina says, sounding a bit proud.
I thought I’d been watching Yukitsuki closely, but I completely missed that side of her.
“Maybe…” I start.
“Hm?”
“Yukitsuki probably wants you to just be her friend without worrying about that stuff,” I say.
Yukitsuki’s selective about who she shares her twin secret with.
It’s not that she doesn’t trust Riina—she just doesn’t want to change their comfortable friendship.
It’s a guess, but that’s what I think.
“…I thought you were scary, Maki-kun, with that face and vibe, but you’re different,” Riina says.
“Sorry for being scary. You don’t have to be afraid of my face or vibe. I’m not trying to intimidate anyone,” I say.
“That’s probably true. You talk so much about Yuzu—you’re thinking about her even more than I do,” Riina says.
“Guess I gave you the wrong idea too—no, that’s on me,” I say.
I give a wry smile and shake my head.
“You’re right. I’ve been too okay with people being scared of me,” I admit.
“Everyone’s got you wrong. I did too. Honestly, I probably still do,” Riina says.
“I need to work on clearing those misunderstandings, or I might cause trouble for Yukitsuki,” I say.
“…Your thoughts are totally centered on Yuzu, huh?” Riina observes.
“Maybe,” I say.
More accurately, it’s both Yukitsuki and Fuuka—the Tsubasa sisters.
As their boyfriend, I have to keep them at the center of my thoughts.
I can’t just indulge in desires and mess around with the twins.
“I probably don’t know much about Yuzu either. Maybe you’ll end up being the reason I get closer to her, Maki-kun,” Riina says.
“That’d be great,” I reply.
“Well, we might not get super close right away, but little by little,” she says.
“Yeah,” I agree.
I firmly grip the right hand Riina extends.
It’s small and soft.
Yukitsuki’s close friend, and, like the Tsubasa sisters, a twin—
I have a feeling my relationship with Takaya Riina is about to change drastically.