"Help with what?"
Without exaggeration, this kind of scene could make a man transform into a beast that had lost all reason the moment he saw it.
There was no doubt it was extremely tempting.
And this woman's charm in the original work was unique too, exaggerated to a considerable degree.
Seeing her in reality now, was she merely superior to the original doujin?
Her more vivid expression, her more alluring and realistic body, and the room that still seemed chaotic and ambiguous even with the cold air on, all appeared to be helping Kikyou Satomi destroy the young man's willpower.
The woman's legs swayed slightly in the air, like two inviting hands.
"Help me take off my shoes... I'm so tired. Wuwuwu, I can't do it. Help me, please~"
She even seemed to start acting spoiled. That posture, paired with that spoiled voice, simply made a person's numbness run from the soles of their feet all the way to their scalp.
"This isn't very convenient, is it, Kikyou-san? It doesn't seem very appropriate. Why don't you do it yourself?"
But Kikyou Satomi deliberately put on an aggrieved tone. "How is it inappropriate... Does Oreki-kun dislike me that much? You don't even want to help with something like this... How sad. I already drank too much and my head is dizzy, and now even Oreki-kun looks down on me for being a drunk, an older woman who drinks recklessly... So sad. Wuwuwu."
"Fine, fine, fine. Don't cry, don't cry. I'll help."
The woman was not merely pretending to be wronged. She even seemed about to cry. Who could withstand that set?
Oreki Gen had no choice. He came to Kikyou Satomi's side and looked at the legs swaying before his eyes.
When Kikyou Satomi saw Oreki Gen give in, she immediately revealed a seductive smile.
"I knew Oreki-kun was the best~ Oreki-kun really is considerate and gentle. Compared to those greasy middle-aged men, you feel so much more refreshing~"
Oreki Gen lightly reached out, carefully avoiding touching the skin of her legs.
Then he removed her high heels and, as if shifting his attention elsewhere, said softly,
"No matter what, Kikyou-san, you should be more careful when you drink in the future. Don't drink this much."
Once the high heels were removed, her toes, wrapped in black stockings, revealed a faint hint of flesh color. Her full toes were clearly defined and carried no unpleasant smell.
But Kikyou Satomi did not give Oreki Gen the chance to finish the job and leave. Her legs naturally drooped down, but they happened to land on Oreki Gen's thighs, resting there directly.
She opened her seductive eyes and looked toward Oreki Gen, then sighed as if troubled.
"I know that too... But when it comes to work, there are things you can't help. A lot of things aren't negotiated at work, but at drinking parties, at the dinner table... and even in bed."
"Hm?"
"But Oreki-kun can relax. I haven't reached the point of selling my body for work. In the end, a job is just a job. If I lose it, I can find another. But once a person's bottom line is gone, you can't get it back, right?"
Those words were certainly correct, but... from what she was doing, she did not look like someone with much of a bottom line.
Oreki Gen did not even need to lower his head. He could feel this woman's legs lightly rubbing and wandering over his thighs.
"Kikyou-san, you've really had it hard."
Oreki Gen could only say that. His situation was rather awkward now. Push her away? That seemed a little too abrupt. But staying frozen like this seemed even more inappropriate.
Yet Kikyou Satomi suddenly looked at Oreki Gen.
"Everyone has it hard. Even Oreki-kun, going to class every day, isn't that hard too? Coming to Sakurato alone from the countryside, working part-time on top of school, you're not much more relaxed than I am, are you?"
"It's all right, I guess. At least I don't have to worry too much about adult social obligations..."
"Right~ Didn't Oreki-kun go on a date today? Why are you home?"
The woman seemed to remember what had happened that morning. Oreki Gen paused, then answered.
"It wasn't really a date. I just went to help a friend... Once I finished helping, I came back."
For some reason, Oreki Gen felt that even with the air conditioner on, it was still quite hot. Was it because of the warm legs resting on his thighs?
Delicate, full, and elastic.
Kikyou Satomi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
"In that case, Oreki-kun still doesn't have a girlfriend?"
The question had suddenly become strange, touching on his private life.
Oreki Gen turned his face slightly aside.
"No."
"How could that be? I still can't understand it. Oreki-kun is clearly so good-looking, gentle and considerate, serious and responsible... You shouldn't be lacking admirers. Could it be that your standards are too high?"
Oreki Gen did indeed often see confession letters in his shoe locker at school.
But he had ignored all of them. It was not because they were ordinary beauties or anything like that. It was just that, with some incidents still unresolved, who would he dare date? Did he not want to live?
"It's not that my standards are too high. I just don't have much interest in dating for now. Besides, a boyfriend or girlfriend isn't exactly a necessity, right?"
Kikyou Satomi suddenly sat up. Because her legs were still on Oreki Gen, this sudden movement made it seem as if she had sat directly into the young man's lap. Although her hips were not actually on Oreki Gen, the slight pressure still gave very obvious feedback.
Oreki Gen instantly became alert and looked toward Kikyou Satomi. But the woman who had suddenly sat up brought her face close. Her sweet, mature scent washed over him.
And there was also the neckline she had unbuttoned. A broad expanse of snow-white skin seemed ready to drill into Oreki Gen's eyes and carve itself into his mind, making him unable to forget that perfect shape for the rest of his life.
"Then it looks like we are both lonely outsiders in this vast city."
She narrowed her eyes as she looked at Oreki Gen, but her gaze flowed over the young man's refined features.
As if she wanted to see every single shining point he possessed.
As if every part of him was a shining point.
Her gaze was ambiguous and hazy, and the breath she exhaled was unbearably alluring.
Oreki Gen felt the atmosphere pulling him along. He tilted his head back slightly.
"Actually, whether you're lonely or not isn't a big deal, as long as you find something to focus on..."
"Young men shouldn't say too many grand truths. It makes you seem old too early."
As if borrowing the force of drunkenness, Kikyou Satomi placed many things she normally would not do onto the young man now. She even boldly reached out with both hands and rested them on Oreki Gen's shoulders. Good grief, she was even closer.
Oreki Gen could even feel a faint contact between his chest and hers.
"I... Isn't this a bit bad, Kikyou-san? You seem to have drunk a little too much. Maybe you should go rest first?"
Oreki Gen reminded her that their contact had exceeded the boundaries of neighbors. Even good friends should not go this far.
But Kikyou Satomi showed no intention of letting go.
She lightly bit her lower lip, tilted her head, and fixed the young man with an intensely aggressive gaze.
"Oreki-kun... are you embarrassed?"
Oreki Gen said awkwardly, "It isn't really about whether I'm embarrassed. It's just..."
"Isn't this rather nice? Since Oreki-kun doesn't have a girlfriend, and you're at this age... there should be certain physical needs you have to resolve yourself, right?"
"Huh?"
They were already getting to this kind of topic?!
Could it be that the drunken hookup from the original story was this time? No way!
Looking at Oreki Gen's slightly stunned eyes, Kikyou Satomi moved lightly.
This time, she sat directly in the young man's lap.
Before Oreki Gen seemed able to fully react, she leaned forward, her entire body pressing closer, and rested against Oreki Gen's shoulder.
Then she turned her head and spoke softly beside the young man's ear.
"This time, Onee-san can give you a good opportunity. Do you want me to help Oreki-kun relieve that vigorous energy a little..."
"This doesn't seem very good... Kikyou-san, we're only neighbors."
The damp air beside his ear. The full pressure at his chest. Everything was becoming strange. Everything seemed to be heading down a path where spilled water could not be gathered again, impossible to reverse.
The woman gave a light laugh.
"It's all right, Oreki-kun. I think of you as my little brother. Helping my little brother solve his worries is Onee-san's duty. Besides, you took such good care of me tonight. This is... my reward, isn't it?"