7 Days with My Stepsister: Day 5 (Part 3/3)

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[Synopsis]
I screwed up.

I've fallen in love.


I told him everything.
Without omission. Without exaggeration. Everything that I've done.

I realize that it is totally selfish to have entered an intimate l relationship with him in the first place, but after having received a confession of love from him, I no longer had any other choice.

And yet... his response was terse.

Even though...
I was hoping for his disillusionment and disappointment.
I wanted him to give up on me and find the happiness he should have.
I was prepared to do everything I could to make amends.

And yet... he says.... that he loves me. The now and present me.

For some reason tears flow from my eyes.
Even though I was determined not to be one of those women who uses tears as a shield.

Then he hugged me, and I finally lost all control.
I cried like a little child.
I don't understand what this emotion is.
It was as if something that had been inside me ever since that incident...
was melting away and flowing out of my body with those tears.


Upon his request, I played a game for the first time.
During which, he receives a call on his phone.
It's from my mother-in-law.

The feelings of guilt I had been pretending not to see spreads in an instant and covers my vision.

While he was on the phone, I concealed my breath like I was a criminal.
Even so, I could still hear their conversation.
Apparently, he is talking to my father.

He steps out of the room.
Are they going to talk about something that they don't want me to hear about?

Perhaps he's going to talk about what happened between us...?
No, no way...
Knowing it to be wrong, I nonetheless eavesdrop on their conversation.

What he told my father were feelings of gratefulness.

His biological father apparently left home after the divorce.
After that, he had watched his mother suffer in pain and anguish for a long time.

Unlike me, who had given up on my own mother to some extent, he still wished for his mother's love... I wonder how traumatic that would be for him, who wished to be pampered, but could not.

Still, he expresses his gratitude, saying, "Thank you for making my mother happy."
Unlike me, who is always running away, he is trying to face himself and his family.
He is trying to move forward.

I feel so ashamed.
That I even doubted him for a moment.
That I had been trying to avert my gaze from him, and from my family.
Never before had I been so filled with anger and disappointment in myself.

I don't want to hate myself any further.

I take his phone and thank his mother-in-law.

And... enough is enough.
I must admit it.

While it is not healthy, I will live the rest of my life regretting what I did to him.
Still, there is not a shred of falsehood in the way I feel about him at this very moment.

"I... love you too Haru."

Facing each other naked once more, my heart prances unbelievably.

This is... with the person I love....

I want to fulfill his every request.
I want to make him happy. Such a feeling grows and grows inside of me.
I am filled with bliss like I've never felt before.

And yet... when he asks me to show him how I masturbate...
my heart is not strong enough to immediately agree.

I pour a glass of my father's wine into a cup.

I've made a lot of mistakes because of this drink, but without it, I have not the courage to fulfill his request.

But there is a problem.
I am very weak when it comes to alcohol.

When I drink, I can only remember bits and pieces of what happened.

And I don't want to forget a single moment of my time with him.

But... ahah.
I think of a method to overcome that.

It's a little worrying, but we probably won't be found out.
I can go to bed right afterwards, and then just play innocent from there on.

There's no time to lose.

Soon, our "5th day" alone together will be over...