[Volume 2 Chapter 5] When I confessed to the girl I liked, her twin sister came along as a bonus

Chapter 5: The Twins Apparently Want to Invite Me to Their Family Home

Early August, a few days after the pool trip.

It’s an especially hot day, with record-high temperatures across the country.

At 10 a.m., we’re in a car sent by the Tsubasa family, sitting silently in the back, waiting to arrive.

As expected, I’m in the middle, with Yuzuki and Fuuka on either side.

The “place they wanted me to come to” that Yuzuki mentioned—

It’s less than a thirty-minute drive from the Tsubasa family’s tawaman.

It’s—

“Wow… what a house,” I say, unable to help but gawk like an idiot.

Before me is a Western-style mansion.

The estate is surrounded by tall iron fences.

The gate, adorned with intricate patterns, exudes grandeur—probably worth enough to buy my family’s ramen shop.

“This is technically the Tsubasa family’s main residence, but it’s actually a ‘secondary residence,’” Yuzuki explains.

“That’s confusing. The main residence is a secondary one?” I ask.

“The house where the Tsubasa family elders live is the ‘primary residence.’ It used to be in Kyoto, but now it’s in Kamakura,” Fuuka says.

“Does the Tsubasa family have a thing for old capitals?” I ask.

Kamakura hasn’t been the center of Japan for about seven hundred years.

Setting aside historical musings, we’ve come to what’s called the Tsubasa family’s secondary residence.

The elders’ home is likely deemed more important, so it gets the “primary residence” title.

Having both a primary and secondary residence shows we live in different worlds…

“So, the apartment we live in is the secondary residence of the secondary residence,” Yuzuki says.

“That’s even more confusing…”

Main or secondary, this place is undeniably a mansion.

Since I’m visiting my girlfriend’s family home, I couldn’t dress too casually, so I went with my school uniform.

Yuzuki and Fuuka matched me, wearing their uniforms too.

“Well, the Tsubasa family secondary residence tour is done, so let’s head back,” Yuzuki says.

“There’s a famous wagashi shop nearby that serves delicious shaved ice this time of year. Matcha’s recommended,” Fuuka adds.

“Wait, wait, we’ve only seen the gate!” I protest.

The mansion itself is beyond the closed gate, down a long path, barely visible.

No point coming all this way just to turn back.

“Ugh… I know we brought you, Maki, but I’m really not feeling this…” Yuzuki says.

“Yeah… Our situation’s already out in the open, but saying it outright is tough,” Fuuka admits.

“…I figured.”

During their last visit home, their parents apparently told them to come back with me.

The twins seem anxious, but I feel oddly relieved.

Dating two beautiful twins at once, indulging in risqué “practice” with twin maids—

Things have been veering into outrageous territory—

But now, Yuzuki and Fuuka are saying perfectly reasonable things, their parents are making perfectly reasonable demands, and it feels like we’ve returned to a world where common sense exists.

“No, let’s go. It’d feel wrong to keep avoiding greeting your parents.”

“Just so you know, our parents already know we’re dating you, Maki,” Yuzuki says.

“That’s wild,” I reply.

If Asa-san and the maids know, there’s no way their parents don’t.

At school, our relationship is already common knowledge, so it’s only natural it’s out in the open.

Their twin daughters are dating one guy.

Or, put another way, one guy is two-timing their daughters.

If I were their father, I’d probably beat that guy’s head backward.

“I tried not to think about it, but skipping the greeting feels like running away at this point.”

“You didn’t need to think about it, Maki-san. Handling both of us at once is already a lot for you,” Fuuka says.

“A lot, huh…” I mutter.

Normally, you’d call it a sweet deal.

Plenty of guys might be two-timing, but enjoying two girls at once is another story.

Normally, you’d date them separately.

Even if we haven’t gone all the way, the half-joking 3P talk from early on has become reality.

Hugging two beautiful girls, enjoying their nipples, getting double oral, and having them press their breasts together—what kind of lord am I?

Their parents must think even worse—and probably wouldn’t stop at just thinking.

“Alright, I’m ready to get punched,” I say, steeling myself.

“Uh, sorry to ruin your dramatic resolve, Maki, but our parents aren’t that type,” Yuzuki says.

“Having weird daughters like us, they’ve given up on a lot,” Fuuka adds.

“Given up… Not in a bad way, right?” I ask.

It’s not like they’re abusive, but abandoning their kids…?

I heard the Tsubasa parents struggled to tell their twins apart.

“Dad and Mom do dote on us. Otherwise, no amount of money would let us live in that tawaman, right?” Yuzuki says.

“They keep close watch too. Though not today,” Fuuka adds.

Right, the twin maids Asa-san and Yuu-san didn’t come along.

They’re staying back at the tawaman today.

“Still, your parents are on a different level from mine.”

My parents are a ramen shop owner and his wife.

They’re worlds apart from a wealthy couple who can casually buy their daughters a luxury tawaman apartment (or was it two?).

Not that I think people are ranked by status.

I’d never say it to his face, but my dad’s ability to make delicious ramen makes him more than valuable enough.

Anyway, enough about my parents.

It wouldn’t be surprising if Yuzuki and Fuuka’s parents harbor some resentment toward me.

“Well, I have no choice but to go. Just think of it as a mansion room tour, Maki. It’s a solid video idea, right?” Yuzuki says.

“A room tour… Isn’t that a bit too casual?” I ask.

I don’t watch video sites much, but I know it’s a popular concept.

A rich person’s home tour isn’t something you see every day.

“It’s worth a look, Maki-san. It’s so needlessly lavish, it could be a tourist attraction,” Fuuka says.

“I see…” I reply.

If I don’t think of it as a room tour, I might be too nervous to even greet them.

Maybe, as Yuzuki and Fuuka say, I should take it easy.

The Tsubasa family’s secondary residence is straight out of Europe—British, maybe?—a grand mansion.

Three stories tall, it has a heavy, historical aura that’s almost overwhelming.

The interior feels like a century-old time capsule, dripping with opulence.

Ornate chandeliers, carpets, vases, and other furnishings exude luxury.

It’d definitely go viral as a room tour video online.

“It could draw tourists. Though breaking anything here wouldn’t be funny.”

“You don’t need to worry, Maki-san. The really valuable stuff isn’t on display,” Fuuka says.

“They’re not cheap, but these are things we don’t mind using daily,” Yuzuki adds.

“I see,” I say, offering a wry smile to Yuzuki and Fuuka’s explanation.

They’re guiding me through the mansion’s interior.

I occasionally peek into rooms through open doors.

I don’t want to live in a place this grand, but it’s impossible not to be curious about a house this big.

“So, no shoes inside, huh?” I note.

I took off my shoes at the entrance, slipping into plush slippers.

Yuzuki and Fuuka, naturally, have their own dedicated slippers.

“They tried living with shoes indoors once, but it didn’t mesh with Japanese habits, so they stopped,” Fuuka says.

“Yeah, shoes indoors isn’t really a Japanese thing,” I agree.

Accidentally walking into someone’s house with shoes on would be mortifying.

“Uh, which way was it? It’s been a while, I might get lost,” Yuzuki says.

“It’s that big!?” I exclaim.

“Kidding! It’s not that huge. That’d be inconvenient,” Yuzuki says, sticking out her tongue and laughing.

Rich people jokes—I’ll never get them.

We walk down a long hallway and arrive at the target room.

This is the dining room—dining hall, maybe?

It’s like something from a drama about European nobility, with a long dining table.

So these tables actually exist…

A white tablecloth covers it, and despite bright ceiling lights, there’s a candelabra for good measure.

“Hey, Yuzukin”

“What?” she replies.

“I don’t know table manners. Are we eating here?” I ask.

“It’s too early for lunch. Probably just tea and cake. Don’t sweat it, just be casual,” Yuzuki says.

“Casual, huh… That’s easier said than done,” I mutter.

“In a place like this, eating and drinking feels daunting,” I add, overwhelmed by the mansion’s vibe.

Even green tea and sweets in a Japanese room would be tough, but Western etiquette here is brutal.

And facing Yuzuki and Fuuka’s parents—

“No need to worry, Maki-san. If manners were required, we’d have taught you first,” Fuuka says.

“I guess…” I concede.

I don’t think the twins would throw me into a formal etiquette situation unprepared.

Still, this bizarre atmosphere is getting to me…

“Just sit tall, Maki. You’d probably fit right in anyway,” Yuzuki says.

“Aren’t you overestimating me?” I ask.

“If I did, I wouldn’t have thrown in my cute sister as a bonus,” Yuzuki says.

“I didn’t offer myself as a bonus either,” Fuuka adds.

“…” I pause.

Where does this absolute trust in me come from…?

I get that, as a Double Mind, I’m suited for Destiny Twins and Dual Twins, and they don’t want to let me go, but still.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” a voice says.

“…”

 I react, instinctively standing up.

Yuzuki told me to sit tall, but I can’t just lounge when their parents arrive—

“…”

 I freeze, staring at the person entering the dining room.

A familiar face.

“Asa… no, Yuu? Which one…?” I stammer.

“Neither,” the woman says.

Long silver hair tied in a single ponytail, draped over her front.

A faint smile on her impossibly perfect face.

Dressed in a black suit like mourning attire, her chest prominently curved.

Her tight skirt is short, revealing long, slender legs—an otherworldly figure.

“I’m neither Asa nor Yuu. I’m Yoru—Nagami Yoru,” she introduces herself.

“…”

I glance at Yuzuki, then Fuuka.

They both nod.

“Yeah, she’s not Asa or Yuu,” Yuzuki says.

“Yoru-san… she’s a year older than Asa-san and Yuu-san, their older sister,” Fuuka explains.

“Oh, man, I thought you were triplets or something,” I say, relieved.

Asa and Yuu are a year older than us, so Yoru must be nineteen this year.

Yoru-san takes the seat across from me.

Several maids—young women in simple shirts, pants, and aprons—enter, placing tea and cake on the table.

Right, I heard the Tsubasa family’s maids don’t wear typical maid outfits.

Their practical, easy-to-move-in attire makes sense.

Asa-san and Yuu-san’s frilly maid outfits are the exception.

Even so, those frilly outfits don’t seem to hinder their work.

“My attire may be a suit, but I’m a servant of this mansion—the head maid,” Yoru-san says.

“Head maid…” I repeat.

So Yoru-san, despite her different attire, is a type of maid, unlike Asa-san, Yuu-san, or the other mansion maids.

“Maki-san, my younger sisters are in your care,” Yoru-san says.

“No, I’m the one indebted to Asa-san and Yuu-san,” I reply.

“No need for honorifics, Maki-san. I’m a servant, so they make me uncomfortable. Just call me Yoru,” she says.

“I’m not your master either, but if casual talk’s fine, that helps.”

I know how to respect my elders, but casual is easier.

“Hey, Yoru, where are Dad and Mom?” Yuzuki asks.

“My apologies, Yuzuki-sama. They had urgent business, so I’m handling things instead,” Yoru says.

“She talks pretty old-fashioned,” I remark.

“It’s her character. Her tone is something, right?” Yuzuki says.

“Between Asa, Yuu, and her, the Tsubasa family’s servants have strong personalities,”

Identical twin maids are one thing, but this older sister is something else.

Yoru suddenly stares at my face intently.

“Uh, what’s up… I mean, what?” I ask.

“Maki, you have a good face,” Yoru says.

“No offense, but maybe your eyes need checking?” I retort.

Casual talk’s allowed, but I hope that wasn’t too rude.

I couldn’t help the reflex jab—my face makes kids cry, and she’s saying this?

“A Tsubasa family maid must have a keen eye. Your rugged features, sharp eyes, and strong-willed mouth stand out,” Yoru says.

“Most people just call it ‘scaryn’”

“That’s their lack of vision. I trust the ojou-samas judgment,” Yoru says, sipping her tea elegantly.

On closer look, she’s distinct from Asa and Yuu.

Just a year older, but she carries an air of dignity.

Asa and Yuu are cool and aloof, giving off an intimidating vibe—

But Yoru’s soft expression somehow masks her true intentions.

“My apologies. It was rude to appraise the man the ojou-samas chose,” Yoru says.

“Isn’t appraising me the whole point?” I ask.

“Indeed. I’ve heard from Yuzuki-sama, Fuuka-sama, and my sisters, but I needed to see for myself,” Yoru says, setting down her cup and staring at me.

Her face smiles, but her eyes don’t—sharp, piercing.

“Hey, Yoru! I was listening quietly, but I couldn't stay silent!” Yuzuki snaps.

“What’s wrong, Yuzuki-sama?” Yoru asks calmly.

“You’re basically standing in for Mom and Dad, right?” Yuzuki says.

“That’s correct. I’ve always been in charge of the ojou-samas’s education and management. Though I delegate to Asa and Yuu, I’m responsible if they fail,” Yoru says.

“I know. It’s a raw deal—taking responsibility without doing the work,” Yuzuki says.

“No, I raised my sisters as maids, and they raised the ojou-sama. If something goes wrong, it’s naturally my responsibility,” Yoru says.

“Hey, Fuuka, are Yuzuki and Yoru on bad terms?” I whisper to Fuuka beside me.

“I think it’s the opposite. Yuzu-nee’s a bit spoiled with Yoru-san,” Fuuka whispers back.

“I see…”

So Yuzuki feels close enough to speak freely.

“But my position is irrelevant. More importantly, I’ll convey the master and mistress’s thoughts,” Yoru says.

“…” I tense.

So far, this was just a greeting.

Yoru is the messenger for Yuzuki and Fuuka’s parents.

“The master and mistress’s stance hasn’t changed. They gave the ojou-samas that apartment to live freely. They’re free to date whomever, even both dating one man, which isn’t beyond their expectations,” Yoru says.

“That’s what I can’t wrap my head around…”

Two daughters dating the same guy.

I can’t believe it, and if it were true, most parents would force a breakup.

“The master and mistress have been surprised by Yuzuki-ojou-sama and Fuuka-ojou-sama since childhood. Identical in looks, synchronized in actions and words, scoring the same on tests, and at a piano competition, the judges couldn’t choose a best, so both won,” Yoru says.

“That happened?” I ask.

“There was something like that,” Yuzuki says nostalgically.

“Just one trophy, though,” Fuuka adds, reminiscing.

“Thus, the master and mistress are used to the ojou-samas not being ordinary twins,” Yoru says.

“No offense, but their parents are pretty unusual too,”

“The master and mistress have no intention of binding the ojou-samas. At least, not during high school—” Yoru says.

“…!” I react.

There it is.

That part hasn’t changed either.

The day the twins announced our relationship at school, I heard it.

The twins don’t have much time—

They’re free only during high school.

Once high school ends, Yuzuki and Fuuka will have to choose a partner for their future.

Or rather, have one chosen for them, regardless of their will…?

“Yuzuki, Fuuka,” I say, glancing at their faces.

Both nod silently.

Right, Yuzuki and Fuuka aren’t content with that fate.

Their lives have a predetermined path after high school.

They’re guaranteed freedom until then, but afterward, a train awaits they must board.

They can enjoy freedom now, but derailing from that path might not be allowed—

“You’re plotting something, aren’t you, Maki?” Yoru asks.

“Who knows? I’m not exactly the understanding type,” I reply.

I slurp the tea loudly.

As expected of the Tsubasa family’s offering, even my commoner’s tongue can tell it’s far superior to teabag stuff.

Sipping the tea, I calm my nerves—

“I understand what you’re saying. However, after the ojou-samas graduates high school—in about a year and a half—they must marry the partner chosen by the family,” Yoru says.

“You’re blunt about it,” I say, barely suppressing a wry smile.

It’s not a reality I can easily accept—

But Yoru isn’t being intimidating, and there’s not a hint of malice in her, which might be why.

“It’s understandable that their parents decided this. But they don’t think we’ll just go along with it, right?” I ask, looking straight at Yoru’s refined features.

Not that I’m seeking an answer.

I just needed to say it.

“You do have a good face, Maki-san. But if nothing has changed from before, there’d be no need to make me their proxy,” Yoru says.

“Huh? What’s that?” I ask.

“Yoru, does that mean something’s changed?” Yuzuki asks.

“What will happen to our future…?” Fuuka adds.

Yuzuki and Fuuka stand up at the exact same moment.

They look genuinely shocked, their faces flushed with excitement.

“Please, calm down, Yuzuki-sama, Fuuka-sama. Indeed, one thing has changed significantly. Or rather, one ambiguous matter has been clarified,” Yoru says.

“Who cares! Just tell us, don’t drag it out!” Yuzuki demands.

“Of course, I’ll explain. That’s why I’m playing the unpleasant role—oh, I said too much. That was a slip,” Yoru says, chuckling softly.

Unlike the usually expressionless twin maids, she’s different.

“The plan for the ojou-samas to marry after high school remains unchanged. However—only one of you, Yuzuki-sama or Fuuka-sama,” Yoru says.

“‘What?’” Yuzuki and Fuuka exclaim in unison, voices laced with confusion.

“One of you, Yuzuki-sama or Fuuka-sama, must part with Maki-san and marry a suitor. But the other is free to continue dating Maki-san or even marry him in the future. Of course, another partner is also an option,” Yoru says, smiling faintly again.

“Maki-san cannot marry both of you, no matter how much you wish for it. You ojou-samas are two as one, one as two. But after high school, you must become one and one,” Yoru continues.

Right—

What Yoru’s saying isn’t surprising; it’s obvious.

But it also means tearing apart these Destiny Twins.

I can’t accept that.

And I’m sure my adorable twins can’t either.

“I’m so damn restless…” I mutter, looking around the room and sighing.

A massive bed big enough for three or four people, an ornate carpet I hesitate to step on, antique desks and bookshelves that feel like touching them would get me arrested.

Somehow, I’m staying overnight at the Tsubasa family’s secondary residence.

Their parents will be away for a few days, so I won’t meet them tomorrow either.

‘Maki-san, as someone who will marry one of the Tsubasa family’s daughters, you must stay,’ Yoru strongly urged.

“Marry”—what an old-fashioned word to hear in real life…

‘And—’ Yoru had added, delivering the final blow.

‘This way, Asa and Yuu can relax at the apartment. Those girls won’t rest unless forced to take a break.’

How could I refuse after that?

If Yuzuki and Fuuka are cared for by Yoru and the other servants here, Asa-san and Yuu-san can rest easy.

Those twins definitely overwork… even doing that with me.

It makes sense that their older sister Yoru would force them to take a break.

“I can handle the restlessness, but this room is insane,”

The twins’ tawaman is luxurious but simple, so I got used to it quickly.

This secondary residence’s room, though, is so extravagantly lavish it’s uncomfortable for a commoner.

“The garden’s crazy too. Is this really Japan?” I say, looking out the window at a vast garden with colorful flowerbeds and meticulously trimmed trees.

Maintaining this garden alone must cost a fortune.

As the son of a humble town diner, I’m in a world I never imagined.

“Maaakiii!” Yuzuki calls.

“Whoa!?” I yelp.

Suddenly, the glass door by the window opens, and Yuzuki steps in.

Apparently, there’s a wide balcony outside.

“Why’re you coming in from there?” I ask.

“I just felt like it. My room’s next to this one,” Yuzuki says.

“Oh… the balconies are connected?”

We’re on the third floor of the secondary residence, where Yuzuki and Fuuka’s rooms are.

I’m using a guest room—guest room two or three, I think.

Important guests stay in first-floor guest rooms, while friends of the daughters stay in third-floor ones.

Having multiple guest rooms already puts this place on another level from normal homes.

This is just the secondary residence… Now I’m curious about the primary one.

“Takaya stayed here once before. I surprised her the same way,” Yuzuki says.

“Poor Takaya, getting toyed with by you,”

“She came to have fun, so I had to entertain her,” Yuzuki says, grinning mischievously.

Her grin’s naughty but not malicious, so I can’t get mad.

Takaya probably felt the same.

“My room’s next to Fuuka’s. She doesn’t come via the balcony, though,” Yuzuki says.

“Normal people don’t,” I reply.

Stepping onto the balcony, I see a small gap between this room and the next.

Less than a meter, but on the third floor, a misstep could break bones.

“Stop that, it’s dangerous…”

“Don’t sound like Yoru,” Yuzuki teases.

“Speaking of Yoru-san… what’s her deal? Head maid sounds important, right?” I ask.

“Her title doesn’t matter much, but if Asa and Yuu are like our sisters, Yoru’s like our mom,” Yuzuki says.

“M-mom? She’s only two years older…”

Acting as their parents’ proxy isn’t an exaggeration, then.

Two years older, nineteen—she’s an adult now.

You hear about teens becoming CEOs these days, so it’s not odd for her to hold a key role in a prominent family.

“Hey, Yuzuki, about what Yoru said earlier—” I start, trying to bring up the marriage talk.

“Oh, right! Since you’re at our place, there’s something I want you to see,” Yuzuki interrupts.

“Huh?”

I was about to dive into the heavy topic, but she grabbed my hand, cutting me off.

“Hey, what’s this thing you want me to see?” I ask.

“That’s why I came to get you. Just come,” Yuzuki says, pulling me along.

We walk a short distance down the third-floor hallway, and Yuzuki opens a door.

“Eek…!” Fuuka squeals.

“Whoa!?” I exclaim, stepping back instinctively.

Beyond the door is what looks like a changing room.

And there—Fuuka, in the middle of undressing.

She’s taken off her white uniform blouse and is about to lower her skirt, revealing a white bra and panties.

“Why’re you so shocked, Maki? You see Fuuka’s bra and panties every day. Didn’t you see them this morning too?” Yuzuki teases.

“Y-yeah, but…” I stammer.

Catching a girl in such a state unexpectedly is impossible to stay calm about.

Especially a beauty like Fuuka in her underwear.

“Fuuka’s sneaky, even for my sister. Why’s she perfectly showing off her underwear?” Yuzuki says.

“Y-Yuzu-nee, you came in at a weird time! I take off my clothes first, then my underwear last!” Fuuka protests.

“Who takes off their underwear before their clothes?” Yuzuki says, chuckling at her sister’s odd defense.

“You knew we were coming, didn’t you, Fuuka?” Yuzuki adds.

“Well… kinda,” Fuuka admits.

As expected of Destiny Twins, they share a near-telepathic bond.

Fuuka must’ve sensed Yuzuki approaching.

She couldn’t have known I was with her, though.

“Still, it’s embarrassing to be seen so suddenly…” Fuuka says, covering her bra-clad chest with her arms.

I’ve seen her G-cup breasts plenty lately, so her hiding them feels oddly sexier.

“Wow, even sneakier. I should’ve tried that. You’re turned on, aren’t you, Maki?” Yuzuki says.

“I mean… yeah,” I admit.

“Thank you,” Fuuka says.

Saying thanks there—that’s Fuuka’s natural charm.

If she’s embarrassed, she could just kick me out.

“So, let’s all take a bath together today!” Yuzuki declares.

“A bath?” I ask, tilting my head at her sudden announcement.

Now that I think about it—

I’ve been enjoying Yuzuki and Fuuka’s mouths and chests together daily, but we’ve always bathed separately.

I thought bathing together might carry a special kind of embarrassment, like Fuuka’s showing now.

“It’s still daytime…”

“It’s hot, and we’re sweaty, right? A bath in the daylight feels great too,” Yuzuki says, grinning slyly.

“Our apartment’s bathroom is normal-sized, right?” Yuzuki continues.

“Bigger than my family’s, though.”

“Still, it’s not big enough for three. Even two feels cramped,” Yuzuki says.

“Yeah… come to think of it, I’ve never seen you two bathe together.”

For such close sisters, you’d think they’d share a bath, but I never noticed until now—am I dense?

“Fuuka and I like to take our time in the bath. We don’t like washing or soaking all squished together,” Yuzuki explains.

“Makes sense…”

If you’re bathing to relax, cramped conditions ruin it.

“This place’s bathroom is huge, Maki-san. We’ve bathed here with four people sometimes,” Fuuka says.

“Oh, with Asa and Yuu washing your backs?” I ask.

“More like we weren’t allowed to bathe alone, for safety or whatever,” Fuuka says.

“That’s not just when you were toddlers, right?” I ask.

Kids might slip or drown in a bath, but…

“Even when our breasts were E or F cups,” Fuuka says.

“Hey, I’m talking about age, not chest size,” I say, my eyes drifting to her G-cup breasts in the white bra.

Is Fuuka pretending to be shy to tease me?

“Come on, let’s get in. Asa and Yuu aren’t here, and Yoru doesn’t do hands-on work anymore. Just us is fine, right?” Yuzuki says, stripping off her blouse and skirt.

A bold pink bra and matching pink panties come into view.

Fuuka finishes undressing her uniform, leaving just her white bra and panties.

Two beautiful twins in their underwear in a changing room… it’s a different kind of erotic than seeing them in the living room.

“It’s a bath, so we’ve gotta take it all off…” Yuzuki says.

“Yes… you’ll see everything, I guess…” Fuuka adds.

“…” I pause.

I’ve seen their skin countless times, but only once fully nude.

The day I revealed my two personalities, and they showed they’re truly indistinguishable twins.

I recall their pale skin under dim light.

Swallowing hard—

“Look, Maki…” Yuzuki says.

“Please look, Maki-san…” Fuuka adds.

Yuzuki removes her pink bra, revealing her full breasts and cute nipples.

Fuuka slides off her white panties, exposing her hidden parts.

Seeing Yuzuki and Fuuka completely bare in such a bright place—

“How’s this? I’ve always wanted to try it♡” Yuzuki says.

“H-hey, Yuzuki…” I stammer.

Yuzuki lathers her breasts with body soap.

Hugging me from behind, she presses her ample breasts against my back, sliding them up and down.

“Wow… that’s some volume…”

“You know my breast size better than anyone♡ Come on, more, more,” Yuzuki teases.

“Ugh…!” I groan.

I’m sitting on a bath chair, Yuzuki washing my back with her breasts.

Fuuka kneels in front, using her ample chest to rub my penis.

“Yuzu-nee’s breasts are getting you too excited, Maki-san…” Fuuka says.

“N-no, your breasts… so soft and incredible…”

Fuuka lifts her chest from below, squeezing my penis tightly and rubbing it.

The pressure of G-cup breasts—doubled—is unreal…!

“Getting your back and there washed by cute twins’ breasts—what a lucky guy♡” Yuzuki says.

“Does it feel good, Maki-san?♡” Fuuka asks.

“Of course…”

“Then I’ll do more. Chu♡” Yuzuki says, kissing my neck and pressing her breasts harder.

At the same time, Fuuka squeezes my penis tighter with her chest.

Their perfectly timed assault is overwhelming…!

“Nn, Maki-san’s getting bigger… ah, you’re moving too, huh?♡” Fuuka says.

“Must be all that training with Asa and the others?♡” Yuzuki adds.

“N-not exactly…”

Rubbed from front and back, I can’t just sit there.

“But today, we’re servicing you. Come on, more…♡” Yuzuki says.

“I’ll squeeze harder with my breasts… nn, chu♡” Fuuka says, kissing the tip while rubbing.

Four G-cup breasts working me over like this…!

“Ugh… s-sorry…! Again…!” I gasp.

“Go ahead, as much as you want, Maki-san♡” Fuuka says.

“Mmm, chu♡” Yuzuki adds, kissing my cheek.

Fuuka squeezes my penis harder, Yuzuki presses her breasts tightly, and their sweet voices push me over the edge.

“Yuzuki, Fuuka…!” I groan, unable to hold back.

I release, splattering Fuuka’s chest and face, while Yuzuki lazily cleans up afterward.

God, I went all out again…

After, we wash each other and soak in the tub.

“Phew… this tub’s huge.”

“We fit four before. Even with me, Fuuka, and Asa’s slim builds, four high schoolers fit. With you being bulkier, three’s still plenty of room,” Yuzuki says.

“That’s why we invited you♡” Fuuka adds.

Fuuka sits behind me, hugging and kissing my cheeks—chu, chu.

Yuzuki sits in front, pressing her chest against me and licking my lips.

Enjoying the twins’ breasts, then bathing together, fully nude, with hugs and kisses—today’s beyond blissful.

“But, isn’t this risky? Won’t the servants notice us bathing together…?” I ask.

“Our parents know we’re living together, so there’s nothing to fear. Chu♡” Yuzuki says, giving a quick kiss with a playful smile.

“Sure, but… it’ll be awkward facing the maids here.”

“Our maids are pros. They don’t show emotions in front of guests,” Yuzuki says.

“Yeah, like Asa-san and Yuu-san,” Fuuka adds.

“Those two don’t just hide emotions—they seem almost emotionless… though maybe not.”

I know Asa-san and Yuu-san care deeply for their twin ojou-sama.

They might even be called emotionally rich.

“Yoru showed her emotions, though. She looked a lot like Asa and Yuu.”

“Well, she’s their real sister,” Fuuka says.

“But we don’t think they’re that similar, Yoru and Asa and Yuu,” Yuzuki adds.

“Huh? Yeah, I kinda get that… Asa and Yuu are indistinguishable, but I’d definitely pick out Yoru.”

Since the Nagami sisters aren’t triplets, the eldest, Yoru, stands out clearly.

Not just in looks, but in vibe too.

“Because Asa and Yuu are perfectly identical, Yoru feels even more distinct. But—” I start.

“Hm? Something up, Maki?” Yuzuki asks.

“Whoa!” I yelp as she presses her breasts against my face, positioning her nipple perfectly at my lips.

I indulge, sucking on her nipple—chu, chu.

The same nipple that washed my back, now in my mouth.

“No, not that. Asa and Yuu—I mean, never mind.”

Spending days alone with Asa and Yuu, I felt something off, but I can’t put it into words.

It’d just confuse the twins if I tried.

“Forget it, I’m gonna suck more.”

“Yeah, suck harder… ah, don’t bite!♡” Yuzuki moans.

“Teasing us, huh, Maki-san? Try mine… you can bite if you want♡” Fuuka says.

“You’re extra generous today, Fuuka.”

As I say that, I turn to Fuuka’s nipple, sucking on it generously.

The twins’ nipples are mysteriously sweet, and their sweetness feels perfectly identical.

I suck Yuzuki’s nipple firmly, nibble Fuuka’s lightly—

“How’s this?” Yuzuki asks.

“Eek… it’s embarrassing, but… ahn!” Fuuka gasps.

Yuzuki and Fuuka press one of their nipples together, so I take both into my mouth, sucking hard—chu, chu.

I trace the edges with my tongue, licking eagerly, and lightly bite the tips.

“Ahhn…! You’re getting too good at this, Maki!♡” Yuzuki moans.

“Maki-san, if you tease us like this… ahhn…!♡” Fuuka gasps.

They let out sweet cries, arching their backs, surrendering to the attention on their breasts.

I thoroughly savor their breasts and nipples.

Then, we reposition in the tub—

“Ha… Maki, you love our breasts too much♡,” Yuzuki says.

“Ha… Maki-san, you savor our chests so eagerly♡,” Fuuka adds.

“Well, they’re seriously delicious.”

I soak in the tub, holding the twin beauties in my arms.

What am I, some kind of royalty?

Is it okay to indulge this much?

The talk about one of the twins following the Tsubasa family’s path hasn’t come up at all.

Maybe they’ve been extra indulgent to keep that topic at bay.

In my shaken state, did I manage to love them both equally, as usual?

“Hey, Maki,” Yuzuki says.

“Hm? What’s up, Yuzuki?” I ask.

“Since we’re all bare… should we just get it over with?” Yuzuki says.

“G-get what over with?” I stammer.

“You know what I mean,” Yuzuki says, sitting back in front of me.

She straddles my lap, stretching her arms to hug my neck.

“H-hey, Yuzuki…”

“Should we… do it like this? I’m the older sister, and you confessed to me first, so isn’t it fine if I’m first?” Yuzuki says.

“W-wait, what’s this all of a sudden?” I ask, panicking and grabbing her shoulders.

I can’t forcefully push her away, but I can’t just let this happen either.

This isn’t something to just go along with—

“It’s not sudden at all, right? We’ve done it with our mouths and breasts so many times, and today we’re bathing together. It’d be weirder if we didn’t cross that line,” Yuzuki says.

“…”

I pause.

She’s absolutely right, but it’s too sudden for my head to keep up.

Honestly, I want to cross that line right now.

Yuzuki’s beautiful face, which I’ve always admired, is right in front of me, her ample breasts so close they’re almost touching, and I can feel her thighs against my legs.

We’re more than ready—both me and Yuzuki—to cross that final line.

“So… it’s okay, right?” Yuzuki asks.

“Y-Yuzuki… are you serious?” I ask.

“You still doubt me?” she says.

“…” I freeze.

Yuzuki presses that part against me.

Even in the warm water, I can feel its heat…

“Yuzuki… are you okay with this…?” I ask.

Who goes first—Yuzuki or Fuuka—is a big deal for the three of us.

“Hey, Maki. Remember something important,” Yuzuki says.

“Something important…?” I ask.

“Fuuka’s the bonus. The ‘main’ me going first makes sense, right?” Yuzuki says.

“…That’s right,” Fuuka says, standing up with a splash.

I’m still in the tub, so the base of her long legs is right in front of me, but I can’t look directly at her.

“H-hey, what’s Fuuka doing now?” I ask.

“I’m definitely the bonus,” Fuuka says firmly, standing tall.

“Yuzu-nee going first makes sense—she’s the older sister, and you confessed to her first,” Fuuka continues, stepping closer.

Wait, should I stand too?

But Yuzuki’s still on my lap, so I can’t.

“But even if it’s not proper, I’m not letting Yuzu-nee take the lead here,” Fuuka says.

“No good? I thought the momentum would work,” Yuzuki says.

“Don’t mess around, Yuzu-nee. I’m your bonus. But,” Fuuka says sternly, grabbing Yuzuki’s wrist and pulling her up.

Yuzuki stands, her breasts—tayun—swaying before my eyes.

The twin beauties stand before me, their full breasts, pale skin, slim waists, and everything below fully exposed.

They’re too bold, and I’m almost embarrassed, but I can’t look away.

“Yuzu-nee, if you betray me, I’ll show you even a bonus has pride,” Fuuka says.

“…Fuuka, if you insist on being the bonus, I’ll use my big-sister status,” Yuzuki replies.

“Yuzuki, Fuuka, what are you talking about…?” I ask.

“Who gets to go all the way with you first, Maki,” Yuzuki says firmly.

“Whoever gets to be with Maki first will have to give you up—that’s what we sisters decided from the very beginning,” Yuzuki continues.

“What…?”

“We sisters always do everything together, but this is the one thing we can’t both do at once. One of us has to go first,” Fuuka says.

“Y-yeah, but…” I stammer.

It’s embarrassing to have it spelled out so openly.

But to think they had such an agreement—

“I started thinking maybe we could both keep dating you, Maki-san. But it seems impossible,” Fuuka says.

“That’s…” I start.

She’s talking about what Yoru told us earlier.

We were supposed to find a future where the three of us could live together.

But originally, Yuzuki and Fuuka planned for one to give up on me—

Hearing Yoru’s words tonight must’ve reminded them of that resolve.

“So, if I embrace Yuzuki first…?” I ask.

“I’d give you to Fuuka and get engaged to whoever the family picks,” Yuzuki says.

“That’s right, Maki-san. Just now, Yuzu-nee tried to betray you—and me—subtly,” Fuuka says.

“Wait, wait, Yuzuki was just joking, right—?”

“It wasn’t a joke. I was serious,” Yuzuki says.

“Exactly. That’s why I stopped her, Maki-san,” Fuuka says.

“…” I pause.

Right, they’re Dual Twins.

They share emotions—

So Fuuka understands Yuzuki’s seriousness as clearly as Yuzuki herself.

What started as playful bath time banter—

Has somehow brought us to a major crossroads.

“Calm down, both of you,”

But having a serious talk in a bathroom?

First, I need Yuzuki and Fuuka to cool off.

“It’s because we’re in the bath. We’re naked, touching, showing everything, so now we’re showing what’s in our hearts too. Yuzu-nee and I both,” Fuuka says.

“Yeah… the three of us naked, having fun together—it’s amazing. But we realized we can’t keep doing this forever,” Yuzuki says with a wistful smile.

So this bath time play, unlike usual, can’t just end happily—

“What do you two want? Let’s get out of the bath and—” I start.

“No way,” Yuzuki says, glaring at me.

“This is a serious sister fight, Maki,” Yuzuki says.

“This is a serious sister fight, Maki-san,” Fuuka echoes.

Rarely, they say the same thing but with a clear timing difference.

The twins were too forward today—but for things to escalate this fast…

Is there anything I can do in their sister fight?

With my two personalities, I vote instantly.

Result: one for, one against.

An answer in a split second, but it resolves nothing.