ARC 1: DUSK

Oh, the cruelty of balance

Why must it go down, the red sun?

They are dying, as they run

The few remnants of its radiance.

Before my eyes, shone bloody crimson

The sun said, in its final moments

“Trample me, for I shall rise”.

But still, it was devoured

By the gory, red dusk sky.

-Some random weeb-

Chapter 1

“Nee nee, there is a new coffee shop in Akihabara. I heard they serve really good mochi. You guys wanna go there?”

“Oh yea, count me in!” Another girl excitedly responded, followed by many other students.

“Hehe so we have me, you, Emiko-chan and… Oh no! I forgot my wallet! Ah, stupid me!”

“Eh? That`s not good…” Emiko gave that girl a troubled look

“Emi-chan, can you lend me some money? Please~ I really wanna go with you guys!” The girl clasped her hands together as she threw a pair of imploring eyes back at Emiko

“Mou~ Sure then, it wouldn`t be fun if you didn`t come. But you know what, I`ll treat all of you to that coffee shop ok?” Emiko replied, putting a nonchalant smile on her face

“Yey! Emiko [no saikyou] is the best~~” Everyone else cheered.

Shidehara Emiko, the only daughter of an aristocrat family, often had to spend money to keep her highschool relationships healthy. Rich as her family was, they were nowhere near happy. All her mother has given Emiko was a flat wall that stuck permanently on her chest. Of course, like any generic rich girls people would fantasize of, Emiko had a pretty face, with beautiful blonde hair, and a slim figure; these features added to the elegant aura that most daughters of aristocrats would emit.

Seven years ago, that woman ran off with half of her father`s massive savings. After ten years living with her mother, Emiko was actually relieved that she would disappear from this family. Her father, however, fell into deep depression and treatments after treatments, he eventually settled down to keep on working, making up for the times gone. Despite being financially blooming now, the scars that woman left on Emiko and her father could never disappear.

“Cha-nee~ I`ll see you later”

“Thanks a lot Emi-chan, that cake was amazing”

“Here`s my math homework. Ask me if you find anything difficult~”

The group of friends said their goodbyes, and Emiko made her way to the train station. It was over 5:40, most people were rushing there to get home as soon as possible. At least that held true for the well educated kids. Disregarding the hipsters who threw her questionable looks at the entrance, she crossed the gate, swiping her first class train ticket and thanking the guard in a polite manner. Emiko got on the train, in her usual spot. From there, she looked out the window. The sun was nowhere visible behind all the Tokyo skyscrapers, but from afar she can still see a patch of crimson on the azure sky. Billboards were being turned on; their flashing lights replaced that of the sun. Dusk was falling.

Emiko pressed the bell and waited. Surprisingly fast, the door opened, showing a cute little boy. Aging around 13, he had a simple but rather long straight hairstyle. With a spoon on his hand and an apron on his chest, Kyoya warmly greeted his sister.

“Welcome home, Emi nee-sama”

“Unn. Hehe look what I got for you today~ Cho-co-la-te”

“Sugei~ Nee-sama is the best!” Kyoya`s happy voice rang

“Good boy. You are helping mum with dinner?” Emiko patted his head "Aww you`re such a good boy. Hehe my little brother is so cute~" She used both of her hands to play with his cheeks. Kyoya squirmed comfortably with her hand rubbing all over his spotless face.

“Tonight we`re having tonkatsu. I`ve prepared the bath for you already, hurry so we can eat dinner~”

Emiko didn`t eat much at the coffee shop, so she went in the bath right after. Soaking in the warm water, she recalled the hypocritic grin on that girl`s face when she asked for money. It was as if Emiko has become their personal wallet, in exchange for a place among the “cool kids”. They helped her a lot with homework and such, so it was important to be on good terms with the group. Sighing out of resign, Emiko finished her bath and headed to dinner.

Later that night, when everyone had slept soundly in their rooms, Emiko turned on her laptop. There was an obscure file named[google translate it if ur curious]“京ちゃん” lying in her personal documents. Upon double-clicking on it, a picture gallery of Kyoya popped onto her screen. Not just any gallery, in the images he can be seen wearing indecent clothing, showing a generous amount of his snow white skin while making suggestive positions.

“Haaann~~ ♥ Kyoya-kun… Your cheeks are so soft~♥” Emiko`s hands reached her crotch, fidgeting it with her fingers.

Her eyes became enthralled with the erotic pictures of Kyoya. Putting the other middle finger on her lips, she licked that finger before sucking on it; saliva drooled out of the side of her mouth. Her breathing became gasped, as the slit got visible through her soaked panties. Her movements increased, and when she jerked her body harder sweat started dripping on the bedsheet. A few more moments passed, and Emiko was lying on her bed, sweaty from head to toe.

(That apron looked so cute on Kyoya… Maybe I should take some naked apron pictures too… Kyoya... My cute little brother... My... Mine...)