Shinmai Maou no Keiyakusha:Volume 1 Chapter 1

The way to conquer your little stepsister

Part 1

---Again a dream about that time. With just his consciousness floating in the scenery of the past, Basara realized that he was dreaming. Deep crimson. The crazy eyes with that colour had looked down on Basara in the past.

The angry voices of a large crowd. The crying voice of a precious friend in the background.

Amidst that, a black silhouette slowly came closer.

“------”

Oblivious of all around. He had to do something--- that was all he thought.

But Basara’s mind neared it’s limit on this tragedy happening before his eyes.

And in the next moment--- Basara’s vision was coloured white.

His consciousness slowly faded away. He didn’t know if he was saved or not.

Just--- Basara had heard someone’s shout at the end.

Toujou Basara hadn’t forgotten these words even now. The crying shout of a female repeated endlessly. Just like a curse--- It said, please give back that child.

Part 2

“---! Hah…. Hah….---”

Basara opened his eyes and at the same time made a rough breathing. In a situation, where he looked up to the ceiling, he realized that he had woken up. Taking a deep breath, he calmed down his chaotic heartbeat.

…No matter how often I see that dream, I just can’t get used to it…

Laying on his bed face up, Basara stared at his own right hand that he had brought up to his face.

“…Huh? Somehow, it’s still hard to breathe…”

Even though he woke up from his dream, he still couldn’t breath properly. There,

“Ah---You’re finally awake.”

A sudden voice. When he lowered his gaze, on top of his summer blanket that he used instead of the normal bedspread--- a girl was mounting Basara around his hips with pinching him between her thighs. She had placed both her hands on his chest and showed an impish expression. That girl--- Naruse Mio looked down on Basara.

“Morning.” “….Morning.” Basara returned the morning greeting on reflex. Either Mio was just too light or it was because of the blanket, but he couldn’t really feel that much of a weight. Still, this realistic feeling made Basara remember his current situation.

--- That he and she had started living together from yesterday on.

The movers had been requested to do everything from packing and sending the things over, for some extra pay.

And their work was good and speedy. It has been one week since they first met at the family restaurant.

The Toujou and Naruse Families safely started their living together after renting a single house. But,

“Ehm…What are you doing?”

“What you ask, waking you up of course. I thought boys would be happy about that.”

On Basara’s unmeant question, Mio smiled with “It’s a service”.

Most likely, Mio herself had intended for it, but--- this certainly was a service.

Usually in such cases, one would get on top of the stomach. But maybe she couldn’t tell his posture due to the blanket, as Mio was sitting on Basara’s hips. This was just like the cow-girl position.

Furthermore, the current season was midsummer. The season where a girl’s clothes at the highest exposure rate of the year. In short, lightly dressed. Mio’s attire this morning was a camisole-type brassiere top and hot pants. Her exposed thighs were dazzling his eyes and the feeling of her mounting him was the best as well.

But more importantly--- Basara’s eyes were inadvertently attracted to some other spot.

….They sure are huge.

It had been on his mind ever since he saw her in the family restaurant. Mio’s breasts were rather voluminous. Her corpulent swellings stretched out the highly elastic brassiere top all the way. The cleavage, where multiple fingers would fit in, wasn’t to be ignored either, but sideline of her too big breasts--- a skin-coloured curve completely showed out from the side of the brassiere top.

“Hey, stop with the dumb face and get up already.”

“Y- Yeah…” What to do. She herself didn’t seem to have noticed, but every time Mio’s hands pressed on Basara’s chest, her breasts shook and gave an all too superb sight. Inadvertently, Basara didn’t move, whereupon

“Hey, get up already or…Eh?”

As she suddenly noticed something, her expression changed into a doubtful one. And then, while confirming a sensation with her hand,

“…H- Hey, somehow… I feel something hard?”

Oh my? Basara tilted his head. Could it be, the effect of having her sit on his hips backfired?

“Ehm…is this the physiological phenomenon unique only to boys?”

“N- No! I wonder what it is… Maybe my cell?”

Yeah, Basara remembered. Last night he couldn’t fall asleep, so he played on portable game console. At some point he had had fallen asleep, but that had to be it. Actually,

“I’m grateful that you came to wake me up, but you’re not sitting on my stomach, but my hips. When a girls sits there and a real physiological phenomenon happens, I can’t be held responsible.”

On Basara’s words, Mio instantly turned bright red. She must have finally noticed her own defencelessness. He thought for sure that she would jump off and step on him in a panic.

“Y- Yeah…I can’t deny that. Y- You’re a boy after all.”

Surprisingly enough, she withstood it. Most likely she wanted to stay emotional superior to Basara. But it was quite obvious that she was agitated. Apparently she was fine when the things went the way she wanted, but was weak on unexpected situations. So to test it, Basara decided to tease her a bit.

“…Now then, guess I’ll get up.”

“Fueh!? Y- You’re getting up?”

Basara said a “Yeah” to Mio, who immediately started to be restless.

“I can’t really laze around here forever, can I. And you took the trouble of coming to wake me up.”

“R- Right…. B- But”

Basara gave a wry smile to the flustered Mio. While looking up to Mio from below,

“If it’s that’s troubling for you, wake me up normally next time. Not sitting on my hips.”

It was meant as a gentle warning. But, Mio made a frustrated, red face.

“I, I’m not really troubled….It, it’s just a simple physiological phenomenon.”

She was obstinate on a strange orientation. Basara had no time to stop her.

“C- C’mon, get up already!”

She grabbed Basara’s blanket and pulled it off.

Upon that, something instantly shot up from under the blanket into the air--- into Mio’s direction.

“Eh….?”

Inadvertently letting go of the blanket, Mio caught it. It was neither a cell phone nor a gaming console. Of course, it wasn’t a physiological phenomenon either. It was a remarkable something that came from between his groin and shot up into the air. Then what was it? Basara’s eyes fell onto the plastic case. It was something often used for games or an image editor software---or rather, a kind of software itself. The back of the package was facing his way, so Basara could read its title.

The name of the product with a cute girl on the cover was:

“Youth Special Edition: My real little stepsister and I”

It was a game about a little sister.

“Hi….Kya--!?”

Mio threw the software onto Basara’s stomach and fell from the bed, as she lost her balance in that very moment.

“H- Hey, are you oka---Mh?”

Upon that, the package had turned upside down. Now Mio was looking at the backside with the summary written on it. The game screenshots of the cute girl were full of naked skin and mosaics.

---In short, it was an erotic game. Moreover, it was a training style game, betraying the light title.

The supposedly fresh morning atmosphere turned into the most awkward scene in the world for a moment.

“Wh- Why is such a thing in my bed…?”

Basara was fifteen years old. He didn’t remember buying such a thing. However, while Mio was shivering in the floor,

“Y- Yo- You…You were playing such a game on the night where we started to live together? I knew it… you want to do the stuff from the game to us as well, right?”

“What you mean you knew it! Actually, there’s no way I have--- Oh?”

“Yah, hey….Kyaa!?” When Basara hastily denied it while trying to get off the bed, he also lost his balance and fell onto the floor. His lower body must have been numb due to Mio sitting on it. At once, he was hanging over.

“Ah….”

Just like been pushed down. At a distance where the breath could be felt, their faces were close to each other.

So close that it made you hesitate to speak. The sweet aroma of a girl.

The moment he had collapsed, both straps of Mio’s brassiere top slipped down her arms and her big breasts were about to spill out. It had slipped down so much that the tip was nearly visible.

Furthermore, one of Basara’s knees was between her charming thighs that appeared out from her hot pants and if he were to move even just one millimetre, he would touch a place that he wasn’t supposed to touch by all means.

And in a silence of a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, unable to make even a quiver,

“Y….” “…Y?”

Mio finally uttered a voice and Basara repeated it.

“You perveeeeert!”

“Guaaaaaaah!?”

Mio’s raised knee hit right into Basara’s solar plexus. And while Basara’s body floated a tiny bit, Mio escaped from the spot. At the door, she turned around to the on the floor writhing Basara,

“N- Next time you do anything weird to me, I’ll kill you a hundred times!”

After saying so shouting, she left the room. Only Basara was left behind, writhing on the floor.

“Wait, it’s misunderstanding…”

Reaching out his hand, he mumbled moaning, but no one heard it.

From atop of his bed, the adorable illustration girl looked at him like she was sneering at him. The heroine of “Youth Special Edition: My little stepsister and I”--- made a gentle smile.

“Damn you… Dad. To plant such a crude thing into my bed.”

As it was summer vacation, Basara headed down the stairs to the first floor, still in his pyjamas.

Actually, Jin would be troubled if Basara get hated. Did he not care if the remarriage blew up? Well, regardless of how the remarriage went, he wouldn’t stand for having his character doubted on a misunderstanding.

“For starters, I have to properly clear up the misunderstanding later…”

Part 3

When he opened the door to the living room, a delicious smell instantly tickled his nasal cavities.

Especially on the aroma of roasted bread made his stomach react. There,

“Ah, Basara-san. Good morning.”

At the end of his line of sight, Maria, cooking in the kitchen across, noticed him.

“Ah, yeah… Morning.”

Basara lowered his head a bit. Apparently Mio hadn’t talked about the earlier misunderstanding yet.

Jin and Mio weren’t in the living room. They must be either at the toilet or in the bath, readying themselves. Making a sigh of relief, Basara headed for the kitchen.

“Mh~ Hop…”

There he could see Maria perfectly handling a big fry pan with her small body.

Even while being the youngest, Maria had taken on all house chores, partly due to the fact that she didn’t go to school. Either way, she had been boasting how she had taken care of the chores before their living together as well.

Maria wore a white apron with frills, like a newly-wed wife would wear. Equipped on the young-looking Maria it actually gave off a rather erotic feeling, which troubled him.

Basara opened the refrigerator with a cup, which he had taken out of the cupboard, in one hand and poured milk from a pack in it.

“Please wait just a bit longer. I’ll be done real soon!”

“Yeah, than---PFFT!?”

Inadvertently Basara snorted out the milk from his mouth, which gave birth to a little rainbow in the air.

Because he got a full look at Maria, who had turned around to face him, from the front.

“Oh my, you spilled it. You’re so mischievous in the morning already, Basara-san.”

Maria showed a calm smile and came closer trotting.

“H- Hey! Wait, Maria-chan!”

Basara hastily put up both of his hand in front to stop her.

“Eh? What’s the matter?”

Maria tilted her head. It was a cute behaviour like from a penguin. It made you inadvertently incline your body as well. But, more importantly,

“Right back at you, what’s with that outfit in the morning…?”

Basara pointed out. After all, she was naked in an apron--- A real naked apron. Even though it was already the 21th century. Not good, he had to calm down. It was a penguin. If he thought about it as a naked penguin in an apron, it somehow should--- as if!

“Ehm… Something wrong with it?”

Without time for Basara to stop her, Maria spun around on the spot once more. However, “….H- Huh?”

Maria was properly wearing clothes. Because she wore a combination of a camisole and miniskirt underneath, it only looked like she was naked under the apron from the front. Then Maria,

“…Hohoho~n, I see.”

When she looked down on her own attire, she smirked, as she had noticed what Basara had gotten so flustered about.

“You are an adolescence boy after all, Basara-san… Was it too stimulating for you? Did it arouse you?”

It certainly was quite stimulating. In a mainly pathetic way.

“…Did you have any weird thoughts?” “No, no.” “Please get excited.” “Haha.”

Basara wondered if this conversation wasn’t a bit strange for siblings.

“Oh right. Earlier, Mio-chan went to wake you up, but how did it go?”

“….Thanks to that I’m fully awake now.”

He couldn’t really tell her that he received a knee kick before breakfast. However,

“No, no, that’s not what I meant.”

Maria shook her hand with that and with a serious expression,

“That software like thing that I smuggled into your bed--- Did Mio-chan see it?”

“SO IT WAS YOUUUUUUUUU!”

Basara screamed at once. Culprit found. To think that it would be Maria.

“Just what for did you place such a crude thing there…”

“What for..? Because you seemed to be unfamiliar with training your little stepsister.”

“I don‘t even want to be familiar with it! Besides, who do I have to train her anyway!”

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