Chapter 44: You Don’t Want Anyone Else to Know About This, Do You?

“My dear brother, you’re so dirty.”

Kanzuki Kanon swayed her long, graceful leg, her tone dripping with mocking implication.

Arisugawa Yuu didn’t even need to look. Sitting on the sofa across from her, head bowed to the floor, he could already imagine just how much glistening moisture coated her delicate foot.

But this was absolutely not of his own volition.

Thinking back to the scene, Arisugawa Yuu’s face darkened with shame.

Seeing his expression, Kanzuki Kanon continued her malicious teasing.

She glanced at her own foot with feigned disgust: “So much drool… My dear brother, are you that fond of me?”

Arisugawa Yuu finally snapped: “You know this wasn’t my choice! You were controlling my body!”

“Oh?” A look of mock thoughtfulness crossed Kanzuki Kanon’s stunning face. Then she giggled: “I don’t recall having the ability to control saliva secretion.”

“It’s an automatic bodily response to stimulation.”

Arisugawa Yuu reminded her.

“Oh, I see, I see.” Kanzuki Kanon nodded cutely, like a diligent little student.

After a moment’s pause, she snapped her fingers, as if enlightened: “So brother means to say—he loves it when I do things like this? That it’s so stimulating, just the thought of it makes his body instinctively produce gallons of saliva?”

My dear sister, I bet you ace every reading comprehension test, don’t you?

Arisugawa Yuu sighed, rubbing his temples: “I don’t mean that at all! I’m not some pervert who gets excited by this kind of thing!”

“So brother means to say… he doesn’t like it when I do this?”

“How could I possibly like this? I’m not a pervert!”

Hearing such a firm denial, Kanzuki Kanon’s beautiful face twisted into a cruel, icy smile: “So this is brother’s so-called ‘sincerity’?”

With that, she pulled out her camera again—as if to take a photo.

“Kanon, no, no, please—I was wrong!”

Arisugawa Yuu was so furious he nearly choked, but could only plead with a miserable face.

Kanzuki Kanon set the camera down, crossed her arms, and sat back on the sofa, elegantly crossing her long legs like a queen surveying her subject. “Brother, tell Kanon—where did you go wrong?”

Where did I go wrong? I didn’t go wrong at all! Arisugawa Yuu seethed, his temples throbbing. He couldn’t even form words.

Seeing his silence, Kanzuki Kanon gave a threatening “Hmm?” and nudged the camera beside her with her foot, smiling sweetly: “My dear brother… surely you don’t want others to know you did something like this, do you?”

“Kanon, I was wrong. I was wrong for… for talking back.”

Arisugawa Yuu gritted out the words.

He swore—once he learned a spell from Miyamizu Rin to resist body control, he’d make sure to punish this disobedient scum sister and teach her what a proper attitude toward her brother looked like.

“Hahaha~ Fun~ So fun~”

Seeing his state, Kanzuki Kanon seemed delighted.

She walked over to him, then—planted her foot on his face, still smiling: “Brother looks so unconvinced, doesn’t he?”

Arisugawa Yuu recited the Clear Mind Incantation, suppressing his rage as he muttered: “Not at all. Brother is sincerely apologizing.”

Under the pressure of her smooth, glistening foot, Arisugawa Yuu’s face began to distort. He was furious but powerless—his body frozen, forced to endure her whims.

Watching this humiliating scene, Kanzuki Kanon’s smile grew even more triumphant. She smirked: “My dear brother, has anyone told you that no matter how hard you work in the wrong direction, you’ll never get results?”

“What do you mean?”

Arisugawa Yuu managed to ask—her foot now pressing against his lips.

Kanzuki Kanon increased the pressure, her smile radiant: “Brother thinks he was wrong for talking back, right?”

“Mmm Y-yes~ w-what’s~ w-wrong~ w-with~ t-that~”

“Hahaha~” Her smile turned cold. She shifted her foot—pressing it between his legs—and sneered: “Even now, you still don’t realize you were wrong for rejecting Kanon’s body. My dear brother… tell me, how should I punish you?”

Arisugawa Yuu finally understood—his so-called sister was undoubtedly an S, and she enjoyed tormenting him.

Bearing the strange sensation, he forced a smile so strained it looked painful: “Kanon, how could I ever dislike you? Earlier, I just didn’t want to admit I like doing such things—it was embarrassing, so I acted tough.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Kanzuki Kanon patted his cheek sweetly. “Brother doesn’t look like he’s being honest.”

Damn it! What kind of personality is this?!

It was clear now—Kanzuki Kanon didn’t just want him to submit. She wanted him to feel the humiliation, to break his resistance, to mold him into her shape.

But knowing that and acting on it were two different things. If he refused out of pride, and Miyamizu Rin found out, all his suffering would be for nothing—and his fate wouldn’t be any better.

With her body control, she could achieve her goal anyway.

Better to endure now… and retaliate later.

“Kanon, believe me, I’m telling the truth.”

Arisugawa Yuu forced what he hoped was a perfect smile.

Whether it was truth or not, they both knew. But this was exactly what Kanzuki Kanon wanted.

“Good, very good.” She clapped happily, voice sugary: “Since brother loves me so much, I have to give him a proper reward.”

“Kanon, I don’t need a reward. You’ve rewarded me enough today. Please, no more—”

Before he could finish, Kanzuki Kanon cut him off with a laugh: “How can that be, brother? I love you so, so much. Since you love me too, I have to reward you properly.”

“Kanon—”

“Hmm?”

She shot him a cold glare.

Arisugawa Yuu’s lips twitched: “Kanon, can we do the reward another day? Brother’s a bit tired today.”

“Haha, brother really loves to joke. I don’t feel tired yet—how can you, a man, be tired already?”

Kanzuki Kanon laughed again, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

“……”

Arisugawa Yuu was speechless.

Seeing him defeated, Kanzuki Kanon smiled in satisfaction and leaned down.

What was she doing?

Arisugawa Yuu was confused.

But his confusion didn’t last long.

Slowly, seductively, the girl peeled off her white thigh-high sock, revealing her flawless, glistening foot—perfect even without the silk’s enhancement.

Then, she stepped closer, her bare foot approaching his face.

Could it be—?

Arisugawa Yuu had a terrible premonition.

And honestly, his terrible premonitions had never let him down—they always came true.

With a sweet smile, Kanzuki Kanon forced Arisugawa Yuu to open his mouth.

Then, she took the discarded white sock in her delicate hand—and shoved it straight into his mouth.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!”

Arisugawa Yuu instinctively tried to spit it out.

Before he could, Kanzuki Kanon leaned in, her stunning face inches from his, her smile deeply unsettling: “My dear brother… if you dare spit it out… I’ll… k-i-l-l… y-o-u… o-k-a-y~”