"Brother, wake up! You're going to be late for school!" a female voice urged, cutting through my sleepy haze with an urgency that was impossible to ignore.
I turned towards the source, my expression a mix of annoyance and confusion.
Did I just have a hallucination?
Since when did I have a sister?
And why did she look like an anime character I occasionally watched?
Her name... what was it again?
Oh yeah, Shirogane Kei.
Is this some kind of lucid dream where I can do anything I want with anime girls?
As I indulged in the fleeting fantasy of losing my virginity in this wet dream, my so-called sister shattered my thoughts by throwing a pillow at my face.
Her expression was one of exasperation as she said,
"Get a grip, brother; you're going to be late, and our father will blame me if you don't get to school on time." She grabbed my arm with surprising strength and started to drag me out of the room.
Her grip was so strong that I couldn't help but wonder if this strange dream sister of mine was part tyrannosaurus.
I couldn't even break free from her hold.
How could she be so powerful despite being so petite?
Is this supposed to be a dream where I have full control over the narrative?
Why does this strange sister of mine seem to have all the power here, not me?
This is getting weirder by the second.
As she continued to drag me somewhere, I started to pay closer attention to this bizarre sister of mine in the dream.
She was a very attractive girl with silver hair cascading down to her shoulders, her blue eyes focused ahead, which made me judge that she was a pretty stern and strict girl. She wore a school uniform—a crisp white blouse tucked neatly into a pleated navy skirt, accentuating her slender frame. The blazer she wore was fitted perfectly, highlighting her figure while still looking effortlessly stylish.
Even though there were dark circles beneath her eyes, they couldn't diminish her beauty.
Such a stunning girl was my sister; I don't know if my dream was too real or if everything was just my delusion.
Well, whatever it was, I was going to enjoy this dream fully before I woke up to my crappy reality.
Unbeknownst to me, we had arrived at the destination this strange sister of mine had been intent on dragging me to.
"Well, brother, you can manage on your own now," she said, releasing her grip on me after leading me into the bathroom.
In a somewhat considerate gesture, she had provided a towel and a neatly hung school uniform. I couldn't fathom the purpose of this perplexing dream.
Why should my dream revolve around mundane activities like bathing?
Where's the sex? Where is the lemon? This is a fucking scam!
With a surge of frustration, I swiftly discarded my dress, my emotions boiling over, and I reached for the red button that activated the shower.
As the cascading streams of scalding water enveloped me, I felt a momentary release from my irritation.
I proceeded to gather my soap, shampoo, and toothbrush, methodically preparing for my cleansing ritual.
Once everything was in place, I thoroughly dried myself with a plush towel before retrieving my school uniform from the hanger, bracing myself for the impending encounter with this sister of mine, determined to uncover the mystery behind her sudden presence in my life.
Given that the customary rules stipulate having breakfast prior to departing for school, she was likely at the breakfast table.
I meandered through the hallway, losing my way momentarily before finally locating my intended destination.
Fortunately, the modest size of the house meant that my disorientation was brief, and I was soon able to find what I was searching for.
"Hah... It's rare for you not to be late, Miyuki. Most of the time, you always spend the time complaining to your sister and making a scene when she wakes you. Well, it's a surprisingly welcome change." The older gentleman with tousled blonde hair blinked in astonishment as I took my place at the breakfast table.
As shitty as I am as a person, I never complain or whine to others. Why is this guy accusing me of being like that?
"Yeah..." What else could I say? I don't know anything about them and could only opt for a simple answer and eat the bread in front of me to keep a low profile.
"What a youth," he sighed, a hint of nostalgia lacing his tone.
"Who is that lucky girl, Miyuki? I hope she isn't a scumbag like your mother," he remarked with an air of flippancy.
"There are no girls," I retorted, my voice raised. I was kind of offended by the question. It reminded me of the fact that I have no girl and this guy, who I suspected to be my father in this dream, was making fun of me with this fact.
"Well, if you don't want to tell us, so be it. I hope you're happy; that's all." To my surprise, his response was surprisingly decent, and I felt a twinge of regret for allowing myself to be offended by his earlier words. I often default to the worst assumptions about others, and I was prepared to offer an apology for my misjudgment. My tone softened as I continued,
"It's the truth. I don't have one. I apologize if I came across as aggressive."
"Okay..." He regarded me with an awkward expression, as if unsure how to respond.
I am uncertain as to why he is behaving so awkwardly in response to my reply.
At that moment, we commenced our breakfast in silence.
Once we had finished our meal, I inquired,
"Where is my sister? Why don't I see her with us?"
"Scholarship isn't easy, Miyuki. She needs to work harder than you if she wants to maintain her position as Student Council President at a prestigious school like Suuchin Academy," he remarked with a weary sigh.
"Do I need to work as hard as she does?" I asked, my tone gentle.
"The world is more tolerant of men, so no, just enjoy your school life," he said, giving my shoulder a reassuring pat once he observed that I had completed my breakfast.
I focused on a particular aspect of his words: the notion that the world is more tolerant of men. What could he possibly mean by that?
I found myself perplexed, and with good reason.
I then rose from my seat, savoring my final sip of milk before bidding farewell to this father of mine.
I refrained from asking him for directions to my school, as I wished to avoid arousing his suspicion.
Given that I doubted a flimsy excuse like amnesia would be convincing, I planned to seek out a random passerby to obtain information about the location of Suuchin Academy.
Although I entertained the notion that this might be a mere dream, my increasing interactions with this world only heightened my awareness of its peculiarities.
It felt too vivid and genuine to be classified merely as a lucid dream.
As I aimlessly wandered down the street, I noticed a pink-haired girl in a car who waved at me through the window as the vehicle came to a halt directly in front of me.
"Do you want to hop in, Miyuki?" she asked, her grin widening playfully.
"Chika?" I inquired, my voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Yup, Fujiwara Chika, the detective of love, at your service." she responded with unwavering confidence. As she spoke, she opened the car door, seized my arm with unexpected firmness, and practically propelled me into the car.
Her jasmine scent enveloped me, her fragrance intoxicating, and she was suddenly very, very close.
I didn't know what to do. I was just a virgin in my past life and could only awkwardly let her hug my arm as she placed her head on my shoulder and sniffed me.
This was kind of creepy.
"What happened to you, Miyuki? You seem oddly not to push me away as usual. Do you like me now?" Her mischievous eyes glinted as she slid onto my lap, her arms wrapping around my neck. Our breaths mingled, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body.
My cock stiffened as it brushed up against her panties, and her grin grew wider when she noticed my situation.
"Since you didn't resist, I will enjoy it."
Then, she began to kiss me aggressively. My eyes widened in disbelief at this woman.
She gripped my back with a strong hold, and her tongue wantonly ravaged mine, exploring with a hunger that left me breathless.
Her lips were soft yet insistent, her kiss demanding. I could feel the wetness of her tongue as it danced with mine. She pulled me closer, her nails digging into my back.
I could only passively be kissed by this woman as my mind went blank, not knowing what to do in this situation.
Her kiss was certainly restless, that's for sure.
"Hehehe... I took your first kiss, Miyuki." She finally released me, returning to her seat with graceful calmness, though she never let go of my arm, holding it tighter than before.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head on my shoulder, drifting off to sleep as if nothing had happened.
I was left staring at her, touching my lips in confusion.
Was this some kind of wet dream, or had my reality shifted into something entirely new?
I wasn't sure, but... this wasn't all that bad.