Chapter 6 – Non-Interference Is Impossible.

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In the early morning courtyard, I find a suitable spot and take a seat directly on the lawn.

At this bustling hour, there is no one around to interrupt us.

“Just a moment,” I remark, spotting a vending machine a short distance away. I make my way there and procure a refreshing cola for myself, along with another item.

“…Hmph.”

With a resonant clunk, the cans descend into my grasp. Obtaining an unsweetened iced tea—a Jaba Tea Strike—I return to where Kojima-san stands.

“…Here.”

I nonchalantly toss the crimson can in her direction, watching as she momentarily fumbles but skillfully catches it. There is a hint of sheepishness in her expression, which is tinged with gratitude for the small gesture.

“Ah, thank you,” she murmurs softly, gratefulness laced in her words.

“Don’t mention it. I figured you’d get thirsty with how long this conversation might go,” I respond, a subtle jibe hidden within my tone.

She responds with silence to my subtle jest, instead quietly studying the Jaba Tea Strike held delicately in her hands.

“You remembered,” she whispers, a nostalgic undertone weaving through her words.

“Huh? Remembered what?”

“My favorite drink…”

I didn’t reply this time.

There’s no way I could forget. Just so you know, it was the most recent NTR released—the betrayal is still fresh in my mind. The wounds from that haven’t healed yet.

“So?” I cut in, skipping the small talk. Let’s get to the point.

“I’m sorry,” Kojima-san starts, which doesn’t sit well with me.

“I don’t need half-hearted apologies,” I snap back. “Just get to the point.”

“You’ve changed, Yuuta,” she says, sounding kinda sad.

“And who, pray tell, was responsible for this change?” I shoot back with a touch of bitterness. I retort bitterly.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, sounding full of regret.

“I told you to spare me the fluff! Just tell me straight up why you’re here at this university. I want a clear, simple answer with no beating around the bush.”

“…”

“…”

Silence hangs in the air, a pregnant pause that stretches between us.

Come now, Kojima-san, is it not too early to invoke your right to remain silent?

Ah well, perhaps some moments of reflection are necessary before you can express them properly, so let’s wait a bit.

“I just didn’t want to be treated like a doormat in that house anymore,” she finally says.

You’re quite skilled at talking your way out of things, yet speaking plainly seems to be a challenge. 

Ah, but I should refrain from borrowing comedic routines to express my sentiments.

As I wait, my cola diminishes by two-thirds—a tangible testament to the passage of time.

“What kind of treatment are you referring to?”

“They would do as they pleased without regard for my own circumstances,” she replies hesitantly.

“In a sexual sense?”

“…Nods.”

“Well, there’s no need to verbalize onomatopoeia,” I interject, a touch of exasperation coloring my words.

I mean, what’s the point of bringing this up now? Wasn’t she already being taken advantage of when I first got to know her?

“But Kojima-san was the one who chose that, wasn’t she?”

“…”

Silence envelops us once again.

Ah, I have struck a nerve. If she wishes to remain silent, it would be preferable for her to confess her transgressions with a whimper.

“The guilt has always been there,” she admits, her voice laden with remorse.

“Hmm?” I was prompt, eager for more insight into her confession.

“I constantly questioned whether someone as tainted as I deserved to be with you, Yuuta,” she continues, her words revealing the inner turmoil that plagued her.

“…”

I offer no response this time; what could I possibly say? It is all too clear that the scars inflicted by the most recent NTR release have yet to heal.

“Being with you always felt like a tug-of-war with guilt, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. Yet, when I was with my stepbrother, Ryuichi Nii-san, during those intimate moments, I could momentarily forget the burden that weighed upon me.”

“So you indulged in physical pleasures, is that it?” I asked sharply, my voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and disdain.

The moment she phrased it as “being with him,” it became abundantly clear. It was already too late.

“You’re right, I suppose. But Ryuichi Nii-san agreed with me when I expressed my desire for some distance when we started dating. He even got himself a girlfriend for a while.”

“So that didn’t last, huh?” I inquired, my curiosity piqued by the turn of events.

“Yes,” she confirms softly. “They broke up quickly, apparently after countless arguments.”

Ah, from the context, I gathered that this Ryuichi is Kojima-san’s stepbrother—a figure I have encountered only briefly. So, that guy, huh?

“And so, in the end, we found ourselves entangled in a messy situation again as step-siblings. You may find it hard to believe, but initially, I fought desperately against my desires. However, in that moment, Ryuichi Nii-san said to me, “

“…What did he say?”

“He told me… that we could never become truly clean again.”

“…”

Silence reigns once again, and the atmosphere is thick with unspoken emotions. I am tempted to agree with that sentiment, yet the weight of the moment dissuades me from doing so. Well done, me!

“So, I got back into things with my brother behind your back, and the guilt just kept piling up. I felt so terrible that I couldn’t even face you; I was falling apart, so I had to call it quits.”

I don’t know why, but a profound sense of anguish wells up inside me, threatening to spill over in tears. Yet, I have shed enough already. There is no reason for me to yield to tears now.

—Isn’t there a limit to being selfish?

“But that was the wrong thing to do.”

“The nerve…”

“When I broke up with you, Yuuta, you looked so miserable, so heartbroken. Even a tainted woman like me could see how anguished you were,” she confesses, her voice filled with regret and self-reproach.

“Tch…”

“And then, when I got back home, I let my brother hold me. Normally, I’d just get lost in the moment and not think about anything else beside pleasures… But this time, all I could think about was your tear-streaked face.”

“…”

“You told me you loved me, and you treated me so kindly. And yet, I ended up hurting you. What was I doing?” She questions herself, her voice filled with self-doubt and remorse.

“…”

“That’s when… all the pleasure, the ecstasy, just vanished from my body, from my mind. That sex, which used to help me forget everything, just turned into pure agony.” She confesses, her voice laden with anguish and regret.

Oh, uh, wait a minute, so that means…

“But my brother kept on selfishly fu-hugging me… At first, I thought it was punishment for betraying Yuuta and for abandoning you. But I couldn’t bear it anymore. That’s why… I ran away here.”

Anorgasmia!

At this age, anorgasmia!

Is this the fate of a s**t!?

Well, if you’ve been engaging in incestous acts with your sibling for so long, it’s no wonder she can’t get off. And her brother wouldn’t just let her be, either.