Service Club Room.
Yukino should have been happy today.
After all, Kouma hadn’t been whisked away by that woman Hoshino—instead, he’d obediently stayed in the clubroom with her.
Yet now, she found herself in a dilemma.
Just moments ago, Kouma had looked up at her with sparkling eyes and declared, “I want to learn archery!”
This was the first time since coming to the Yukinoshita household that he had made a direct request of her.
According to the “Sibling Bonding Techniques” book she’d studied…
This was a sign he had opened his heart to her—acknowledging her as his sister!
Naturally, as his elder sister, she had to fulfill his wish unconditionally.
But there was a problem—she knew nothing about kyudo (Japanese archery).
Worse, her aloof personality meant she had no friends at school, let alone connections in the archery club.
Yukino pondered for a moment before realizing, with some embarrassment, that as a sister…
She was utterly useless in this regard.
“If school isn’t an option…
I’ll have to find him a kyudo master outside.”
“But…
the cost might be too high.”
Her slender, elegant brows furrowed slightly.
As the second daughter of the Yukinoshita family, her allowance was generous—but only for daily expenses.
Hiring a professional instructor would stretch her budget thin.
As for asking her elder sister, Haruno, for help…
That thought was immediately crushed in her mind.
Having lived perpetually in the shadow of her accomplished sister, Yukino had grown up hearing one phrase endlessly, “Why can’t you be more like your sister?”
These words had shackled her, making her believe she was nothing more than a puppet without a future—a mere replacement for Haruno.
This oppressive family environment had shaped her cold, awkward personality.
And to preserve that warmth—she was willing to give everything she had.
Just as Yukino was lost in thought, the clubroom door swung open.
In strode Hiratsuka Shizuka, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.
“Kouma-kun wants to learn archery?”
“Just ask me!”
Yukino blinked, lifting her gaze to Shizuka.
“Hiratsuka-sensei…
you practice kyudo?”
Under Yukino’s skeptical stare, Shizuka plopped Kouma onto her lap, resting her chin against his small shoulder.
“Nope!”
“But I know someone who does!”
“Student Council President—Kaguya Shinomiya!
She’s the archery club’s ace!”
Shizuka grinned.
As both the Japanese teacher and life guidance counselor, she frequently interacted with the student council—naturally growing familiar with Kaguya.
“Shinomiya-san?”
“That ice sculpture of a woman would agree?”
Yukino’s mind conjured Kaguya’s cold, breathtakingly beautiful face—a visage that never displayed any emotion beyond indifference.
“Calling someone an ice sculpture…
look who’s talking.”
Shizuka muttered under her breath before confidently declaring, “If I step in, it’ll work for sure!”
“So, Kou-kun~ how will you thank your dear sensei?”
Leaning down, her lips brushed his ear, her warm breath tickling his skin.
“I’ll give Hiratsuka-sensei a massage!” This chapter was copied from novelping.com without permission.
Sliding off her lap, Kouma carefully removed Shizuka’s high heels and draped her sheer black-stockinged legs over a chair.
His small hands began kneading her calves with practiced precision—the perfect pressure, his expression utterly serious.
At first, Shizuka smirked, ready to enjoy herself.
But as his fingers worked, her body grew strangely responsive, her lips parting in soft gasps.
“Mnn~”
Yukino, watching from the side, froze.
What’s wrong with this woman?!
Using her little brother like some personal masseuse?!
She hadn’t even gotten a massage from him yet!
And that look on Shizuka’s face…
Yukino could take no more.
She snatched Kouma up.
“Hiratsuka-sensei, club activities will end soon!”
The pleasurable sensations faded.
A pang of loss struck Shizuka’s heart.
Slipping her feet gracefully back into her patent leather heels, she stretched—her voluptuous, mature figure delivering a critical hit to Yukino’s pride.
The younger girl’s face darkened further.
“Alright, let’s go—time to find Shinomiya-san!”
…
Archery Dojo.
Minutes later…
A girl in kyudo attire stood like an unmelting glacier, her ink-black hair tied into a high ponytail that contrasted starkly against her porcelain skin.
Her breathtakingly beautiful face showed zero emotion as her ruby-red eyes locked onto the small boy before her.
Shinomiya spoke coolly, “Hiratsuka-sensei…
this child hasn’t developed enough to even draw a bow properly.”
…