Chapter 43: Lick It Until I’m Satisfied!

The light-brown cola began its descent from the snowy expanse of Kanzuki Kanon’s inner thigh—her absolute territory—flowing slowly down her slender, pale calf, then gently washing over her delicate, glistening foot. Finally, it pooled at her toes and dripped into the transparent glass below.

First the left leg. Then the right.

If viewed purely as an artistic performance, the transformation of the once-empty glass into one brimming with amber liquid was undoubtedly the most visually pleasing spectacle imaginable.

The girl moved with elegance throughout, every gesture imbued with a mesmerizing, almost otherworldly beauty—so stunning, it defied description.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was the one destined to consume it, Arisugawa Yuu might have been tempted to applaud the performance.

But the moment he remembered that the sparkling glass before him contained cola “prepared” especially for him by the girl, his head filled with black lines. Any appreciation for art vanished instantly.

Perhaps some perverts would treat this concoction as a sacred treasure, a holy elixir.

But Arisugawa Yuu was definitely not one of them.

Barely restraining the urge to curse, he tried to appeal to whatever shred of conscience she might possess: “Kanon, please, I’m begging you—don’t make me drink this. Let me have something else. I’ll even drink tap water, just not this.”

Hearing this, Kanzuki Kanon placed a finger on her chin, pretending to ponder.

After about a second, she mused, “So brother wants to drink Kanon’s bathwater instead?”

“I don’t mean that at all!”

“Oh? Is that so?” A mischievous grin spread across her stunning face. “But didn’t brother just say he’d drink anything as long as it wasn’t this? Doesn’t that mean he wants to drink my bathwater?”

Arisugawa Yuu sighed in exasperation, protesting: “Why do you have to assume I’m some pervert who likes drinking this kind of thing just to keep the conversation going?”

“Oh?”

At her command, Kanzuki Kanon forced his body to lie flat on the floor in front of her. Then—she pressed her cola-soaked, still-damp foot onto his face, smiling sweetly: “So brother is saying he disgusted by Kanon’s body, is that it?”

“Mmmph~”

Arisugawa Yuu couldn’t speak.

He could barely even breathe.

As he struggled, the cola still clinging to her sheer stockings and glistening foot was squeezed out, forming tiny streams that trickled—slowly—into his slightly parted mouth as he tried to protest.

What did it taste like?

Thankfully, aside from the taste of cola, there was nothing else.

Of course, that was only because the girl was obsessively clean.

But cleanliness aside, this was clearly not the kind of situation where hygiene could erase psychological barriers.

What was the difference between drinking this “flavored cola” and drinking someone’s foot-washing water?

Even if the girl was breathtakingly beautiful, with legs that defied perfection, Arisugawa Yuu still found it hard to accept—right now, at least.

He coughed violently, trying to spit out the cola he’d accidentally swallowed.

But sensing his intent, the girl coldly seized control of his throat, forcing him to swallow the rest.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as the freshly “brewed” flavored cola was gulped down—not a single drop left behind.

To inspect her handiwork, she used her toe to pry open his mouth, then looked down with smug satisfaction.

Seeing that every last drop had been consumed, a malicious smile bloomed on Kanzuki Kanon’s delicate face: “My dear brother, how was it? Still disgusted by Kanon’s body?”

“……”

Whether by accident or design, this time, even though her foot wasn’t covering his mouth, Arisugawa Yuu still couldn’t speak—she hadn’t released her control over his tongue and throat.

“Brother, why won’t you say anything? Waaah, does brother hate me so much that he won’t even speak a single word to me?”

Seeing him silent, Kanzuki Kanon began to cry pitifully, as if utterly heartbroken.

Arisugawa Yuu widened his eyes, desperately signaling with his gaze—I want to talk! Just release the control!

But though she clearly saw his expression, she pretended not to understand, continuing to sob softly.

Arisugawa Yuu was now certain—his scum sister was definitely doing this on purpose.

She was playing this act for a reason.

He quickly realized her goal.

The girl wiped her tears and spoke in a cold, unsettling tone: “My dear brother, since you can be so heartless as to make Kanon cry like this… don’t blame me for what I do next.”

As her words faded, she once again used her toe to pry open his lips—then picked up the glass, now refilled with “flavored cola,” and repeated the earlier act.

This time, however, the glass wasn’t the receptacle.

Instead, it was Arisugawa Yuu’s forcibly opened mouth.

And so, the light-brown cola slowly trickled from her toe—directly into his mouth.

To prevent any spillage, she “thoughtfully” controlled him to swallow the entire cup—not a single drop wasted.

At this moment, Arisugawa Yuu only wished to die.

Body controlled, at the mercy of another, forced to drink “flavored cola”—was there anything more humiliating?

As if to say “Oh yes, there’s much worse,” the girl giggled and pulled out a camera she’d hidden somewhere, smirking: “My dear brother, what do you think that annoying woman Miyamizu Rin would say if I sent her a photo of you like this?”

Apparently indulging her own perverse pleasure, Arisugawa Yuu suddenly found he could speak again.

The moment he regained his voice, he blurted out: “Kanon, no, no, please—I’m begging you!”

Seriously—what if Miyamizu Rin found out? Being labeled a foot fetishist was one thing, but would she, in her anger, decide to “cleanse the sect”? Even if he was forced, the fact remained—he had done something humiliating. Even someone as gentle and composed as Miyamizu Rin couldn’t possibly be indifferent to this.

No girl could be completely unbothered by her partner doing something like this—unless she didn’t care about him at all.

Did Miyamizu Rin care about Arisugawa Yuu?

That wasn’t even a question.

Thinking of how selflessly kind she’d been these past days, Arisugawa Yuu felt a sudden sting in his nose. A girl as perfect as her—how could he ever find another?

His overreaction only made Kanzuki Kanon angrier. She sneered coldly: “Daring to care so much about another girl in my presence? My dear brother, are you testing my limits?”

Arisugawa Yuu knew he’d acted rashly, losing his composure in panic.

But the words were out. No taking them back. He could only double down: “Kanon, it’s not what you think. I just feel so ashamed. We’re family—this happened, it’s done. But Miyamizu-senpai is different. If she finds out, how can I ever show my face again?”

Of course Miyamizu Rin was different. To Arisugawa Yuu, no one had touched his heart deeper than she had.

But this truth couldn’t be revealed to Kanzuki Kanon—so he deliberately phrased it in a way that made it seem like he was calling Miyamizu Rin an outsider.

“Oh? Is that so? Brother really thinks that way?”

Kanzuki Kanon pretended to be convinced.

Arisugawa Yuu seized the moment: “Of course I do.”

However—

“Good, very good.” She clapped in approval, then smiled sweetly: “My dear brother, if you want Kanon to believe you… you’ll have to show me the proper sincerity.”

“What kind of sincerity?”

Arisugawa Yuu felt a terrible premonition rising.

Sure enough.

The next second.

The girl pressed her white-stockinged, glistening foot onto his face—then, towering over him with a look of disdain, declared: “Lick it, my dear brother. Lick it until I’m satisfied… and then I’ll believe you.”