In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

Seeing this, Shihua couldn't help but smile slightly.

Although he's a bit of a fool, always sleeps in late, stays up late, is a picky eater, and never listens to her, leaving his socks lying around when he gets home, and doesn't act like a proper girl at home, constantly bickering with Qianye and making her angry without any sense of propriety, he is still quite filial.

Before we moved, she won a travel voucher in a street shop. Instead of selling it on the spot, she excitedly went home to give it to her parents. Although the outcome was a little risky, it had nothing to do with her.

"By the way, what kind of gift would you like, sister?"

"Your exam transcript shows all subjects are graded A."

Never mind what I said.

Rikka continued to consider her original idea: "As for Dad... a razor, hmm, a budget of 10,000 yen doesn't seem to buy a good brand, so let's keep it simple and get a tie. As for Mom, let's buy a cute little potted plant to take back. Hmm, if we calculate it that way, 10,000 yen should be enough! Hmm, gifts are more about the thought than the price... they won't mind..."

As she said this, she smoothly withdrew the budget of 10,000 yuan.

Shihua, who was watching this scene from the side, sighed silently.

He is filial, but not excessively so.

"I still have 90,000 left, which feels like I can do a lot... Sister, do you think I should change my hairstyle?"

"Changing your hairstyle is fine, just don't dye it."

"Okay—" Rikka replied in a drawn-out tone.

My sister is great in every way, but ever since we moved to this apartment and Mom told me to take good care of her, she's started to act like a mother hen, lecturing me all the time, which is a bit annoying.

At that moment, a random street interview program was playing on the TV screen, and a female passerby with a tattoo on her arm happened to appear on screen. After seeing her, Rikka suddenly commented, "Sister, don't you think this sister's tattoo on her arm is cool!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the living room seemed to freeze for a moment.

Shihua, who had been leaning lazily against the back of the sofa, slowly straightened up.

She turned her head, her clear and bright eyes falling on Rikka's face, a gentle smile playing on her lips that sent shivers down Rikka's spine.

"I don't think so, and I also don't recommend that you have any thoughts about getting a tattoo."

Why?

"Because it will affect your height."

"You're talking nonsense. What does this have to do with height?"

"Because I will break your legs myself, instead of your parents and Chiya who can't bring themselves to do it."

"...!!!"

What happened?! It's terrifying!!!

Seeing her sister in such a terrifying state for the first time in a long time, Rikka instinctively shrank back and fell silent instantly.

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Volume 2: Chapter 113: My Sister Is Still Sleeping (5k)

"Go take a shower right now."

"Why are you drinking milk so late? Your calves have clearly gotten thicker lately. You're totally over-nourished."

"Wait a minute, shouldn't you go to the bathroom before going to bed? If you don't go now, you'll want to get up in the middle of the night again?"

"Go to bed and sleep immediately. Even on vacation, you can't stay up this late. Also, don't lock the door. I might open it to check later, so don't catch you secretly using your phone under the covers."

The above are the unquestionable instructions and discipline given to Rokka by Toka before going to bed at night.

Rikka was quite helpless about this, but there was nothing she could do.

The older sister holds the power of discipline personally handed over by her mother. If someone doesn't behave, she can simply call back to report, and the older sister will inevitably be nagged by her mother.

Being nagged a few times is fine, but if Mom thinks my sister can't control herself and forcibly takes her back to live with her... then we're completely doomed.

She was used to being free and easy in the apartment, where she could just whine and ask Qianye to pay for whatever she wanted. The days were too wonderful, and she had no desire to go back to the strictly controlled life of the past.

Therefore, for some reason, my sister was unusually talkative and annoying tonight.

Rikka complied with all of her wishes. After Chiya finished showering and drying her hair, she went to the bathroom, took off her blue and white bowl, sat on the toilet to relieve herself (which wasn't much), and then obediently went back to her room and lay down on the bed.

"Sister, aren't you asleep yet?"

At one o'clock in the morning, Rikka, lying in bed, met Toka's eyes as Toka quietly peeked in through a crack in the door.

"There's still one account to check at the shop. I'll go to sleep after I'm done." Toka's voice was very low and sounded particularly gentle in the dim light: "Close your eyes. If you want to watch TV, you can do it tomorrow during the day. Maybe you can ask Eriri to go shopping with you. Anyway, don't overthink it. Good night."

"Okay, goodnight," Rikka murmured, obediently closing her eyes.

Seeing that her younger sister's breathing was gradually stabilizing, Shihua gently turned off the room light, took a step back, left the door slightly ajar, and turned to leave.

By the time she finished showering, it was nearly 1:40 a.m.

Wearing her pajamas, she didn't go straight back to her own room, but instead went to Rikka's door and peeked inside.

Rikka had already fallen asleep, her posture changing from lying flat to a completely unladylike prone position.

One leg was wide open, and the other thigh was pressing down on the pillow; his sleeping posture was completely carefree.

After confirming that she was asleep, Toka breathed a slight sigh of relief. However, along with this feeling of relaxation, a strong sense of shyness and self-reproach welled up in her heart.

She felt she was a hopeless, utterly terrible woman.

He actually went to great lengths to say those things to his own sister in order to satisfy his own selfish desires.

I wanted her to go to sleep quickly so she wouldn't disturb my good time.

He pretended to dislike her for being fat and wouldn't let her drink milk because he was worried that she might need to get up in the middle of the night.

Later, I specifically asked her to go to the restroom, just in case, out of the same concern.

Even though she and Chiya had already developed such a passionate and ambiguous relationship in private, she still had to discipline Rikka about her clothing at home, reminding her of the differences between men and women.

From any perspective, she had absolutely no right to say those things.

But she stubbornly continues to exercise these rights as the eldest sister, taking it for granted, right up to this day.

Perhaps, the moment Qianye confessed to her, when the emotions surging within her were not surprise and embarrassment, but rather an uncontrollable joy and satisfaction, she was already completely beyond saving.

Toka quietly left Rikka's room.

Despite my mixed feelings, there are some things that, once started, can never be undone.

Reason can help her analyze her situation, tell her what she can do, and what she can do that would lead to utter ruin if exposed.

Even so, the result of rational thinking never represents the final choice.

Just like now, filled with shame and the thought that "this is wrong," her feet still involuntarily walked back to her room step by step.

Shyly, she approached the wardrobe, paused for a moment, as if making a final, silent struggle.

But in the end, she raised her hand, her slender fingers hooking the thin strap, and gently pulled it down. The soft cotton nightgown obediently slid down her smooth skin and piled up on the floor at her feet.

She stepped forward barefoot, stepping on the moonlight slanting in through the window, and took out the carefully folded clothes from the innermost drawer of the wardrobe.

This is the custom-made gymnastics outfit she wore when she competed in rhythmic gymnastics, a sport she had previously abandoned.

The last time, after it ended, when he nestled in her arms like a good boy, he took the initiative to mention that "Anime Crossover, Who Isn't a Childhood Friend?" was causing a reading frenzy in Youxiang Study, and that he hadn't read it yet? It was the first time he had felt strange feelings for her and realized that she was not just a foster sister without blood ties, but a woman who made his heart flutter.

It was when she twisted her ankle while practicing gymnastics at school, and he came to the infirmary to take her home.

His exact words at the time were—

“Standing close to the hospital bed, when I saw you, Tohka, lift the sheet and completely expose your body, the way your gymnastics uniform clung to your body and showed off your curves was simply too perfect. At that moment, you were like a work of art in my eyes. I used a lot of willpower to look away and not look at you more closely, but I couldn’t control what I said afterward. Several times I’ve relived that scene in my dreams after falling asleep at night. In a sense, my first, second, and third lives all started because of Tohka and ended because of Tohka.”

At that time, she was completely immersed in the languor and satisfaction afterward. Her body was limp and her mind was a little foggy. She simply felt that it was wonderful that he had noticed her and liked her so early on.

Looking back now, I can't help but secretly curse him as a little pervert. No matter how eloquently he spoke, how tenderly he loved her, it couldn't hide the fact that his initial attraction to her was largely due to lust at first sight.

After learning all this, and reflecting on her past interactions with him, she discovered and appreciated even more details.

For example, when they were still living in the old house, whenever she was preparing meals in her own kitchen, he would almost always be there and roll up his sleeves to come in and help.

The kitchen was small and could only accommodate two people. If they had to walk back and forth, their bodies would inevitably come into contact with each other. But now that I think about it, it wasn't carelessness at all; he was clearly enjoying it.

Later, she wanted to show him the dignity of an elder sister, so she asked him to help her stretch her legs, bend her back, and stretch. He seemed somewhat unwilling on the surface, but during this process, his frequent actions of accidentally pressing his whole body against hers were not coincidences, but rather deliberate.

However, even though she was clearly aware of these things, Toka felt no dissatisfaction or annoyance.

On the contrary, a flutter of excitement, a mixture of sweetness, shyness, and even secret pride, quietly spread through my heart, becoming clearer and clearer.

[Shihua: You can come over now. When you do, please keep your voice down.]

The phone screen lights up, and a short message pops up.

This message popped up on Yuan Qianye's phone.

As Yuan Qianye looked at the screen, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn upwards.

I turned off the computer and desk lamp, got up, and left the room.

Shihua's door was unlocked. He turned the handle very gently and pushed the door open.

The room was dimly lit, with only the sparse moonlight from outside the window providing a faint light source.

Before he could adjust to the darkness and see the room clearly, the door behind him was gently closed, followed by a very faint "click" as the lock was carefully turned on.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes were covered from behind by a pair of warm and soft hands.

A familiar warmth, carrying the faint scent of shower gel, approached and pressed against his back.

"What kind of game is this?"

“Today is a little different.” Toka’s voice was soft, with a hint of shyness and trembling. “I hesitated for a long time before making this decision. Anyway, no matter what you see later, no matter if it suits your taste or not, you must promise not to laugh.”

"Yes, I promise."

As soon as Yuan Qianye finished speaking, the hand covering his eyes slowly loosened.

Shihua gracefully circled around to the front of him and stood two steps away from him.

She nervously clasped her hands behind her back, her head slightly lowered, yet she couldn't help but raise her bright eyes, still shining even in the dim light, and look at him shyly and expectantly.

"..."

Yuan Qianye's eyes widened slightly.

Because of the seductive and enticing words Shika had said to him beforehand, he didn't use the Eye of God to satisfy his curiosity beforehand, out of a sense of fun.

In retrospect, this move was undoubtedly the right choice. The scene before us has brought a shock and a sense of satisfaction that far exceeded our expectations, and it has also retained a great deal of surprise.

Yuan Qianye had never realized that rhythmic gymnastics uniforms, under certain circumstances and lighting, could become such a...exciting and thrilling thing.