“Margaret-jie… what’s wrong?”
I let go of the young woman and asked with a hint of embarrassment.
But it seems Margaret was still immersed in her own delusions.
“Although… I know about puberty… the scary desires of young men… but… but if it’s the first time… normal… would be better…”
“Cough cough…”
I coughed twice while looking at the young woman with the bright red face, then I gently patted her shoulders and said:
“Sis, this is the main road… people are coming and going, are you not afraid of being heard…”
“Ah… huh? Ah Tu…”
Margaret opened her vacant eyes and looked around her.
Her face immediately turned red like a ripened apple when she realized I had already stopped my previous actions.
“Ah Tu! You pervert! Idiot! Playboy!”
The young woman yelled at me with indignation as if to conceal her previous loss of control, then she raised her leg and repeatedly stepped on the tip of my toes.
“Ow… ch….”
I bit my lips to bear against the pain and to prevent myself from screaming out loud.
After all… I was the cause of the problem, right?
But… you have to believe me! I didn’t do it on purpose…
You might not believe me, but it was the oppai which seduced me. Then, I involuntarily pressed my hand on it… boo hoo hoo… why can’t I control my hands?
It’s all because of that damn old pervert… he made me read ero books all day and now I’m losing my self-control.
If I wasn’t taking my stepmother’s lower half into consideration… no, I mean, if I wasn’t taking my stepmother’s happiness into consideration, then I would really want to perform a ‘ball buster’ on that old pervert to ensure he would never be able to use his tools again!
Hmph… doesn’t that old bastard like female clothing? Then he should wear it himself! The best case would be if he takes a trip to Thailand and uses their sex change sorcery to change into the ‘Onee-chan’ he always dreams of!
Then, I would have two mothers. After all, mothers are the best in the world. If you have two mothers, then you would have twice the amount of motherly love. Two pleasant events intertwined together would only bring me great joy… I’m excited by merely thinking about it!
“Hey… Ah Tu, were you listening to me?”
Right when I was immersed in the delusion of being fought over by the “blond yandere mother or the cruel tsundere black-haired mother”, the voice of a discontent young woman could be heard next to me.
When I didn’t react, Margaret, who ran out of patience, raised her leg and stamped on my foot with unprecedented strength!
“Damn Ah Tu! Wake up!”
“Ow… it hurts!”
The sudden pain on my feet caused me to grimace.
“Hey… can you not hit me so hard? It hurts…”
“Hmph! So you can feel pain? Then… why did you… rub… me so hard earlier…”
The young woman turned her head away shyly.
“I’m sorry… it’s all because of my lack of self-control…” I lowered my head apologetically, “I won’t do it again…”
Right when I finished my sentence, Margaret once again ruthlessly stamped on my foot.
“… did I make you upset again?”
I raised my head and said with a sullen expression.
“Hmph… what you just said… don’t… say it again!”
Margaret clenched her little fists and said angrily.
Strange… she wasn’t even this upset when I was rubbing her earlier… why is she upset now that I apologized?
Sigh… whatever.
Sometimes, I feel like what the old bastard said was right… “A woman only reveals her true self in bed. In other times, you can’t read her at all.”
That’s why it’s pointless for me to try and guess Margaret’s thoughts. It’s only at night, when she takes her clothes off and lies on her bed… then I can find out her true thoughts!
After all, people can’t lie when they are talking in their sleep.
It’s actually a valuable experience I obtained from watching my little sister sleep for many years. I could only learn her dark history when I listen to that little witch talk in her sleep. Of course, it’s not always dark history, sometimes, it’s more specific.
For example, every few days she would be terrified when she talks in her sleep:
“Brother… stop… we can’t! We’re siblings… you can’t do this…”
I would get abnormally excited every time I hear the little witch mutter those words!
Because it means the little witch is afraid of me!
That’s right, although I’ve been tortured by the old pervert in the basement for five years, I’ve also become stronger! In only a year’s time, I completely surpassed my little sister who had beaten me for at least ten years!
If that old bastard wasn’t blocking me… then I would have spanked the little brat an innumerable number of times in the past four years!
But that little witch was abnormally sly, she would only bully me after hiding behind the old bastard… so I didn’t have any chances to counterattack.
But based on what she says frequently in her sleep… she’s still afraid of me exacting my revenge. After all, there’s a huge difference in strength.
Hmph, I can’t believe she could even say ‘we’re siblings’… do you think I won’t hit you because you brought up the fact that we’re family?
Stop kidding me!
When you were young, you would ride me around like a horse every day. Then, on rainy days, you would push me in the mud. Why didn’t you remember I was your older brother then?
Now you want to use it as an excuse?
Keep dreaming!
It’s not like that old bastard can beat me anyways… so no one can protect you now. I’ll wait for the day stepmother isn’t home, then I’ll drag you to the basement to exact my revenge! I’ll let you understand the true meaning of a ‘brother’s love’ and even a ‘father’s love’!
“Ah Tu… why are you chuckling to yourself?”
I could hear Margaret speaking to me.
“Huh, what? What were you saying…?”
“Sigh… Youth in puberty… I can understand some of their urges.”
Margaret shook her head helplessly, then she covered her chest and said with lingering feelings:
“It’s just… Ah Tu, you really scared me earlier.”
“Do you really want a woman’s body that badly? Or are you saying… to me…”
Halfway through her sentence, the young woman seemed to have become aware of something. She shook her head and slapped her own cheeks.
Then, she returned to her usual state:
“Forget it…” She picked up her basket and naturally linked arms with me, “Ah Tu, let’s go to my house.”
The young woman’s peaks clung to my arms and I couldn’t help feeling a bit restless when I felt its softness.
“Ah… to your house?”
“Of course.”
Margaret smiled as she watched my slightly flustered expression.
“Look at how dirty you are, you should take a hot shower, besides…” the young woman laughed and raised my laced dress, “Do you want to keep wearing this outfit?”
“Definitely not!”
I shook my head resolutely and agreed with Margaret’s suggestion.
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