My girlfriend is actually myself.

When a normal person washes their hands, they don't line up their hands and put them into the basin separately. Instead, they put their hands together and rub them against each other. This is faster and gets them cleaner.

Shiraishi Saku is, of course, a normal person, so when it comes to taking a bath, he should naturally choose to bathe with others.

However, this younger sister was acting very strangely, forcefully blocking him from entering the bathroom.

"Brother, you pervert!" the girl retorted, blaming Shiraishi Shuo for going too far.

Shiraishi Shuo had no choice but to abandon the efficient approach and opt for the less efficient washing method, but even this inefficiency has room for improvement.

In the bathroom, Yukimiya Natsune threw her clothes into a bamboo basket and sat on a small stool next to the bathtub.

She gave one arm to Bai Shishuo, and the two brains controlled the two hands to do different things: one washed his hair, and the other dried his body; one held the showerhead, and the other wiped away the foam.

Finally, I rinsed myself in the bathtub and then rinsed again. My bath was over.

"You even took a shower so quickly." Sakura Nene muttered.

This wild woman looks so much like my brother.

She brought a nightgown to Yukimiya Natsune, and seeing the A-line skirt curving gracefully across the girl's chest, she felt a pang of longing.

She handed a spare toothbrush and a new water cup to Yukimiya Natsune, allowing the girl to rinse her mouth and preventing her from using her brother's toothbrush.

She never expected that Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune, now with two sets of toothbrushes, could still cause the following incident.

Shiraishi Saku entered the bathroom, not in a hurry to go to the inner room to take a shower. Together with Yukimiya Natsune, they picked up water glasses, filled them with cold water, and squeezed on toothpaste.

Then, they swapped toothbrushes.

When a normal person washes themselves, they will wash their body from side to side, using their right hand to wash the left side of their body and their left hand to wash the right side of their body. Although it is not impossible to wash the same side of the body with the same hand, it is always a bit awkward and not smooth.

Shiraishi Saku is, of course, a normal person. So the yellow toothbrush in the right boy's hand was put into the mouth of the left girl, and the blue toothbrush in the left girl's hand was put into the mouth of the right boy.

Under Sakura Nene's horrified gaze, they quickly brushed each other's teeth.

This face-to-face approach allows for a clear view of the teeth, and visual assistance significantly improves efficiency.

I pulled out my toothbrush, filled both sides with water, and spat it into the sink.

Sakura Nene's expression was blank. Is this right? Should this be the case?

After setting down the water glass, Shiraishi Saku took off his clothes, and Sakura Nene immediately pushed Yukimiya Natsune out and took the hair dryer.

She pushed Yukimiya Natsune into an empty bedroom. The Shiraishi family had three bedrooms, and this was the room her parents used to live in. She had already tidied it up and made the bed.

"Make sure you dry your hair properly after your shower!" The girl held a hairdryer and gently stroked Yukimiya Natsune's blonde hair with her palm.

"I prefer air drying," Yukimiya Natsune replied.

"You're just like your brother! Do you know how long it takes for such long hair to air dry naturally!" the girl scolded.

Her long, golden hair reached down to Yukimiya Natsune's waist. While they were showering in the bathroom, they sensed trouble.

"Just cut it off." She didn't like trouble.

"No way!" Sakura Nene immediately objected, "How can you cut off such beautiful hair!"

This younger sister really does resemble a maternal figure, controlling everything, even towards this girl who suddenly appeared in the world. However, she completely lacks the maturity and composure typical of maternal figures.

Should this attribute be called "Loli Mom"?

Sakura Nene spent a long time blow-drying her hair, while Yukimiya Natsune, distracted by helping Shiraishi Saku take a bath, scrolled through her phone in the boy's bedroom for a while before finally finishing.

"Okay, go to sleep later, let your hair dry a little longer." The girl put away the hairdryer and instructed Yukimiya Natsune.

"Understood." Yukimiya Natsune touched her burning hair.

"Goodnight." Sakura Nene waved.

"Goodnight," Yukimiya Natsume replied.

"You can't raid your brother at night," the girl warned.

Yukimiya Natsune nodded.

The girl closed her bedroom door, then went to her brother's room and gave him the same warning. Only after her brother nodded in agreement did she feel relieved enough to return to her own room.

Lying in the pink bedding, she stared at the blurry outline of the ceiling, recalling the events of the day.

The fact that her brother had fallen for a bad woman had already taken a backseat in her mind. The question now lingering in her thoughts was: Why did that bad woman look so much like her brother?

It's not the kind of deliberate imitation that's similar; it's a comprehensive similarity, from lifestyle habits to speaking style.

Throughout the day, she felt several times that the person next to her was her brother, her brother wearing a wig, colored contact lenses, and a breast prosthesis.

As she pondered, drowsiness overcame her, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Half an hour later, in the pitch-black corridor.

A noise came from Yukimiya Natsune's bedroom. The doorknob was turned gently, and a girl in a white nightgown walked out, yawning, and came to Shiraishi Saku's door.

Shiraishi Saku opened the door and let Yukimiya Natsune in.

Shiraishi Saku is a bit picky about beds, and so is Yukimiya Natsune. Moreover, it feels strange that the two bodies are sleeping in different beds, just like having one hand inside the blanket and the other outside.

Shiraishi Saku habitually places both hands inside or outside the blanket.

Walking to the bedside, Shiraishi Saku lifted the blanket, and Yukimiya Natsune crawled in and lay down, lifting the corner of the blanket with her hand to let Shiraishi Saku crawl in.

The spring night was slightly chilly, and the two bodies pressed together warmed the blankets and each other.

Once the chill dissipated, they dispersed, just as they had changed from a curled-up position to an open-limbed one.

The boy lay there, as usual.

The young girl wanted to lie down, but her chest felt heavy, making her feel awkward.

She turned over and lay on her side. Her chest felt lighter, but it still felt a little heavy and uncomfortable.

Shiraishi Saku thought for a moment, then stretched out his arm, pulled the girl's body over, placed it underneath to support her, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Shiraishi Saku squinted, feeling a comfortable, soft, and cool sensation in his arm.

Two comforts combined gave birth to a beautiful dream.

……

Early in the morning, the two bodies were awakened by the younger sister's knocking.

They covered their heads, sat up, and looked at Sakura Nene by the bedside.

The girl, dressed in a light blue sailor uniform and wearing a pink apron, held a large stainless steel ladle and glared at them with her puffed-out face.

Such a classic scene from a Japanese anime.

"Hitting someone with a soup spoon is so unhygienic," said Shiraishi Saku.

"But a ladle is still a bit better than a frying pan," Yukimiya Natsumi added.

They looked at each other. It wasn't obvious on Shiraishi Saku's head, but Yukimiya Natsune had a red mark on her forehead.

They rubbed each other's hands together.

"I used the wooden handle to hit it, not the spoon part!" Sakura Nene bared her canine teeth, wanting to teach these two untrustworthy guys a lesson, but seeing their synchronized movements, she suddenly felt a little discouraged.

Her gaze swept over the wastebasket beside her. There were no mysterious balloons or mysterious tissues, so there shouldn't be any problem.

"Get up, it's time to eat!" she urged Bai Shishuo.

"And Yukimiya-neechan," the girl's gaze swept over the swaying curves beneath Yukimiya Natsune's nightgown, "you need to go buy some underwear!"