Chapter 33: A Slightly Radical Skinship of a Common Fetish TS Reincarnated Girl

A Slightly Radical Skinship of a Common Fetish TS Reincarnated Girl

Unable to eat Tomohiro-kun as I had hoped, I returned home starving.

To ease my hunger, I started to fondle my little sister while she was studying. Her cheeks were so soft. So smooth and chewy. I wanted to eat them.

I rubbed my little sister's cheeks gently, admiring her as she poked me and said, "Onee-chan, that tickles! Get away from me!"

I wanted to smack her soft, chewy cheeks with all my might. I'm sure she'd stand in a daze, refusing to understand, and place her hand on her flushed cheek.

I want to see.

I really want to see. 

It's sure to be delicious when the trust that existed until then crumbles.

I gently cupped both of my little sister's cheeks and gazed at her cute face from the front. She was so cute, and looked delicious.

I wasn't a fan of cannibalism, but I felt like I could enjoy eating my little sister's flesh.  I need to smack it thoroughly to make it soft before eating it.

"...Onee-chan?"

My gaze upon her is like a ravenous beast, my little sister sounds embarrassed and confused.

I want to taint those pure eyes, which don't even give a second thought to the idea that I might do something cruel to them. I want to cloud them. It must be so beautiful...

Slap!!

"Onee-chan?"

...The sound of my cute little sister's cheek being slap–...

No, the sound of me, having already regained my senses, slapping my own cheek to wake myself up.

The chewy treat that was sacrificed wasn't that of an elementary school student, but of a high school student.

Be careful, Hikari, be careful, your little sister isn't ripe for eating yet, so you have to hold back no matter how delicious it looks.

Hunger is truly terrifying, to the point that I can't even understand such simple things.

"...Onee-chan?!?!?"

Even after coming to my senses and shaking my head to calm down, my little sister still looked so cute and delicious, I couldn't resist licking her cheek. It didn't taste particularly sweet, and was completely tasteless.

I wonder if she washed her face since she got home?

I thought it would have at least the saltiness of dried sweat, so I felt very sad. I just wanted to cry.

Actually, it should be my little sister who want to cry. Just imagine your older sister suddenly startes messing around with you while you were studying and slapped herself, and when you were worried, she started licking you without permission.

And maybe also Mama, whose daughter has started behaving strangely like that.

Thinking about how they both feel, my tears subsided, so I stopped tasting my little sister and checked the snack Mama must have made for me. I should be grateful that I only had to take one lick.

Being hungry really isn't good. I don't know what I'm doing, and even strange things start to seem normal. 

I open the fridge without permission and eat a piece of pound cake with "Today's Snack" written on it in Mama's cute handwriting.

After I finish it all, I realize that I'm physically hungry as well. Maybe that's why I'd been acting so strange earlier.

Oh, so that's why. I'll just leave it at that. 

You know, when you're not getting enough emotional nourishment, you become aggressive, you literally feel like biting those around you, and your appetite increases. So, does that mean the opposite is also true when you're hungry?

I convince myself of this logic, even though I don't know what I'm talking about, and once I've calmed down, I apologize to my little sister.

She doesn't seem to understand what I'm saying, and looks confused when she hears my apology. Every moment is cute. I want to frame it and put it on display. That's right, let's make a frame.

So, leaving my little sister there studying, I go to my room.

Good deeds are done quickly, so I want to make the frame right away.

The idea of ​​reincarnated people being good is a funny joke, but it's a proverb, so it's fine. Anyway, I have to get to work.

By the way, the strangest thing about this exchange so far wasn't me licking my sister... but rather Mama, who was watching the whole thing and smiling, saying, "Oh my, they get along so well." Even though her own daughter was being eaten by her older sister, for some reason she showed no sign of stopping it.

What's up with Mama's values?

Deciding not to forgive Dad, who is surely the root of all evil, I spent an hour mindlessly woodworking.

Because of my slippery hands, I'll call it a day for today.

I went to the living room to check on my sister's studies, and since there didn't seem to be any problems, I continued with my hobby.

It's a wonderful activity, swimming through the internet in search of sparkles.  

I'd felt stuck until recently, but I was surprised to hear that Miho-san noticed me through this, so I guess it has some kind of effect of attracting things. The next person I attract in the arts might be a reincarnated person who has a bad impression of me, though.

With the mindset of, "If I'm scared of that, I can't use the internet!", I checked the growth of a few of the candidates I had my eye on. I gave advice to those with low enough self-esteem that they'd accept advice from someone they don't even know, and left the others with a "Que sera sera" attitude.

There are many people whose futures aren't necessarily going to be better no matter what I do. With these types of people, if they have something sparkling in them, it's best to just spit on them and become personally friendly.

I could be more open about it, but since Miho-san and Satoshi-kun know about it, I can't be careless. It's so sad.

After telling lots of people I don't even know to keep trying, I checked on my little sister's progress again.

Hikari's always staring at her little sister. Does she not have any friends? ....Uhh, she doesn't have many.  

I feel embarrassed to say this myself.

Thinking about it made me feel lonely, so I turned to my little sister, who was right in front of me... but since that would be disturbing her studies, I turned to Mama who was watching the pot and waiting for it to boil.

Mama, the pot will boil faster if you close the lid. ...hmm, yes, yes, it's fun to watch the water's surface sway due to thermal convection. Mama, you're so mysterious and cute.

"If you're not busy, can I just come in for a bit?" I ask for permission, and give her a big hug. It's not a shining future that's giving me a hug, but rather a naive Mama. I'm rooting for everyone. Since about two-thirds of my opinions are the same, I think it's not an exaggeration to say that I'm essentially Precure. That's an exaggeration, isn't it?

"Ara ara, you're being so spoiled today, aren't you?" Mama hugs me back. Her body is soft, and it looks like it might break if I put a little too much pressure on her. If she weren't my Dad's, I'd make her mine...

"Come to think of it, Mama's been saying 'ara ara' a lot lately," I say, and we begin chatting. 

It's kind of naughty talking to her while hugging so tight. Isn't it naughty? Am I just overthinking it? That makes sense. It's just physical contact between parent and child, after all.

Mama says with a smile, "It's not just 'ara-ara', sometimes I also do 'ufufu'."

It's my sixth sense that tells me she's smiling even when I can't see her face. By the way, the reason she suddenly started portraying herself as a widow is because Dad told her that it made her seem more like a married woman and made him more excited.

Should I be astonished at my parents, who are still so active despite having a daughter who's already in high school, or should I be astonished at Mama for openly talking about their conversations like that?

....

Anyway, Mama is cute, so it's all Daddy's fault.

Cuteness is justice! Therefore, she's innocent! And all the blame falls on Daddy.

If you're going to blame someone, blame yourself for having such a beautiful wife.

I was wondering why she only says "ara ara" even though she sometimes says "ufufu," so I asked her about it, and it turns out she prefers that one. Apparently, Daddy prefers "ufufu," so she's usually in "ara ara" mode and only in "ufufu" mode at night.

Stop it! I don't want to hear about Mama's nightlife. It's destroying my brain.

So, "I'm usually in "ara ara" mode, or 'à la mode' for short!" Mama said confidently.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, but I don't think that's going to work." 

When I told her that, she shook her head, so I explained that "à la mode" means "trendy," and she praised me, saying, "You're so clever, you know that."

Hehe, I love having Mama pet me.

Even a reincarnated person like me with a completely tainted soul can feel so calm when I'm with Mama.

When I think about it, parents are truly amazing.

Eh, parents from my past life? Don't make me remember, it makes me feel sick.

Compared to Mama, those guys are trash. And compared to Daddy, they're trash too. No matter what, I still like Daddy too.

Just because I'm not as clingy to him as Mama, doesn't mean I'm not grateful or unloved. I just find his slightly absent-mindedness adorable, and I love him in a twisted way.

"Onee-chan?"

"Yes, yes, I do love Akari, too," I tell myself as I embrace my adorable little sister who's come to ask me about something she doesn't understand. And of course, Mama, who's with me, too.

A shot of happiness, a recharge of joy!

With this, I can do my best tomorrow too.

By the way, Akari, you can find out what you don't understand by looking at page 86 of the reference book.

After seeing my little sister off as she returns to her room after achieving her goal, I tearfully decline Mama's invitation to hug her again. More importantly, today I want to cook with Mama. I want to make something with a little spirit to show my gratitude to Daddy. 

Even reincarnated people have feelings of gratitude towards their families.