Chapter 6: Main Admin

My sister’s struggle was palpable. She was clearly uncomfortable, but the warmth of her hand was too pleasant to let go.

Like a demanding child, I held her hand tight and rubbed her hand against my cheek. I heard her sigh from behind me.

I’m sorry. But it feels so good.

She seemed to give up on one hand, using the other to gently stroke my back, delicately, as if handling fine china.

Her touch sent a shiver down my spine, but knowing it was her, I felt reassured.

This body is surprisingly susceptible to warm water. The way my body went limp the moment I entered the bath was proof.

My mind was becoming hazy along with my body, which was a problem. But honestly, the warmth and haziness felt pleasant.

As I drifted off, enjoying the smooth touch of her hand, my sister gently pulled her hand away.

Ah… I wanted to feel it longer.

As I gazed longingly at her retreating hand, she said, seemingly resigned,

“We need to shower and go to bed. Please wait a moment?”

Her warm voice and soothing touch made me nod eagerly.

Once her hand was free, she began to touch me again, exploring my body.

This must be part of the female bathing ritual, I thought, surrendering my body to her touch and closing my eyes peacefully. This truly felt like relaxation.

She touched me for longer than I expected. I felt a little embarrassed; was my body that dirty? But I shrugged it off.

It’s probably better than me touching myself. I should just relax and let her do her thing.

But she didn’t let me rest. Her touch became playful, tickling me and causing laughter.

I tried to stop her, but she playfully continued, ignoring my request. Was she always this playful? I squirmed from the tickling, causing water to splash onto her clothes.

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I started it.”

Her smile made me feel better, though I still felt uneasy and hung my head.

Suddenly, I felt a warm, soft touch on my head. I looked up to see her hand resting on my head. My eyes widened in surprise.

“Sister…?”

“What?”

“This is…”

“You’re cute. I’ll finish washing you now.”

She muttered something incomprehensible, pausing her actions before resuming. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her touch.

“There, Jia. You’re all clean. Let’s get out.”

It felt like at least thirty minutes. I decided to shower alone next time. I opened my eyes.

She slipped her arms under my armpits and lifted me from the tub. Does she think I’m a toddler?

My pride was wounded. I tried to pull away, insisting I could walk myself, but my body felt limp.

I hadn’t anticipated this. My body, soaked in warm water, felt too relaxed to move.

She ended up drying me, from my body to my hair.

Initially embarrassed, I began to feel guilty; it was like I was treating her like a servant.

“Sister… I’m sorry…”

“Why? I enjoyed it too.”

She casually stroked my hair, making me feel even guiltier.

She continued to try and cheer me up until I fell asleep.

“Did you not enjoy showering with me, Jia?”

“No…”

“You did. I did too. So stop feeling bad and get some sleep.”

“Sister.”

“Yes?”

“Sweet dreams.”

“You too.”

She smiled brightly, turned off the lights in my room, and closed the door.

Can I really say our relationship improved? I lay in bed, pondering this seriously.

Even though she said she was fine, what if she secretly found it annoying?

I’d anticipated this possibility since asking for help. I had prepared myself, but seeing it happen made me worried.

My worries were short-lived. The warmth of my bed quickly lulled me to sleep.

I cast aside my concerns and yielded to my instincts.

Thanks to the relaxing bath, my insomnia vanished, and I slept soundly.

As a result, I felt light and refreshed. I felt like going out and having some fun today. Though my large breasts were a little uncomfortable.

No one would interfere with my free time.

I’ve always had free time as an unemployed person, but yesterday was truly exhausting.

My newfound justification turned me into an invincible NEET; I rolled around in bed.

Normally, I’d be at my desk, using the computer, but that old laptop is useless now.

Having given up on the laptop, I lay in bed. The energy vanished; I didn’t want to do anything. Decided. I’ll spend the whole day lazing around.

But my determination was shattered by my mother’s words.

“Jia. Will you come to the supermarket with your sister?”

“What? Why?”

“Because… tomorrow’s a school day.”

“…What?”

My mother’s statement was shocking. I’d verified that my age hadn’t changed.

I was on academic leave, so school was the furthest thing from my mind.

“Oh my…” She seemed surprised I didn’t know.

What followed was even more bizarre. After high school, there were regular universities and separate schools for women, and I’d supposedly chosen the latter.

As I struggled to process this unbelievable narrative, my fully dressed sister emerged from her room.

“Let’s go!”

I was half-forced to get ready by my seemingly cheerful sister.

Wait, couldn’t I have just gone to a normal women’s university?

The question crossed my mind, but my sister tugging at my hand quickly dispersed that thought. Seeing her cheerful departure made me think today would be tiring.

Resigned, I let her lead me toward our destination.

I had so much I wanted to say, but I swallowed it all. I felt guilty for making her help me shower. If I said anything now, I’d appear as the bad guy.

We arrived at a massive supermarket; I didn’t even know this existed near our house.

It must have opened while I was away. My memories of this area were hazy due to my long absence.

Gazing blankly at the building, I shook myself and followed my sister inside.

It was surprisingly unremarkable. Slightly disappointed, I reflected on how unremarkable supermarkets usually are.

My sister seemed to know her way around, darting about. I was utterly exhausted, trying to keep up.

As I began to lag, I spotted a seating area. It felt like finding an oasis in the desert. I looked at my sister, conveying my refusal to yield.

She smiled awkwardly, avoiding my gaze. After a fervent plea, I finally secured a seat.

“I’ll be back soon. Don’t wander off while I’m gone, okay?”

Her eyes revealed a desire to find something specific, so I nodded readily.

“Okay.”

“Don’t follow strangers if they offer you candy.”

Does she think I’m a five-year-old?

“Stop saying silly things and go. I’ll wait here.”

With a worried expression, she got my promise and disappeared.

Now what do I do?

Bored, I rested my chin on my knees and swung my legs. I felt someone nearby. Someone else resting, perhaps? I felt uneasy, but I’d promised to stay put.

Praying they’d pass quickly, I looked down. But fate wasn’t on my side; the footsteps grew closer.

“Excuse me…”

I looked up at the sound of the voice.

A woman with bright orange hair in a ponytail towered over me. She was stunningly beautiful; calling her a goddess wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

“Excuse me?”

“Y…yes?”

I almost fell under her spell but quickly regained my composure. She offered me her phone.

“I like your style; would you give me your number?”

…What?

It took three seconds to understand.

A world where people ask for numbers from the same gender… The yuri-centric world was still jarring to me.

And my sister had told me not to go with strangers… I shook my head to refuse.

Surprised by the rejection, she widened her eyes, then leaned closer to whisper.

“Do you know the Yuri Gallery?”

“Y…yes… I do… Why are you asking?”

“I’m the head mod.”

The orange-haired woman’s unexpected declaration was met with a self-satisfied look.