"They look so glorious…don't you think so, Itsumi?"

"What?"

Erika looked up from her laptop and noticed her co-workers watching the tv. It's showing an interview in progress with two familiar women on screen.

NISHIZUMI SISTERS

The two young women seemed to be in a gala of sort, and was wearing the appropriate clothing, clothing that Erika knew she would not be able to afford even if she starved herself.

"Sheesh, Eri, we're on lunch break. Why are you still working?" Another of her co-workers asked in a distinctly un-Japanese manner.

"I'm planning to go home early this day." Erika said bluntly, returning her sight towards the computer.

"Is someone waiting for you?"

"Well…"

"No way! If it's Itsumi any man would rather have her as his boss rather than a girlfriend!" blurted another girl.

What's that supposed to mean?

Fortunately for Erika, her friends decided to drop her off the hook with just that before changing the topic.

"You went to school with those two, right? And you're about the same age."

"If you're going to ask, no, I was never that close with any of them."

"Aw, that's boring." said one of them, and when a group of women decided that a topic was boring, they could be counted on moving to other things as fast as a cannon shell.

"So, Nike, about your boyfriend…"


It was a lie, of course.

Erika had quickly learned that it was better for all parties involved to hide her connection with the Nishizumi, even if it could not be further from the truth.

"I'm home." Erika said as she opened her apartment door. Officially, she lived alone, so if any of her neighbors heard her they'd probably think she's a little bit crazy.

But those who actually caught a glimpse of her room would realize that she's not. There are shoes placed near her front door, shoes that were not hers. And from the direction of the kitchen she could smell something delicious.

"Welcome home." A familiar voice sounded, a voice that just a couple of hours ago she had heard inside a television.

Miho Nishizumi was standing next to the kitchen counter, wearing an apron, a smile...and little else.

"Oh dear." Erika muttered, not sure whether to groan, laugh, or melt.

"I told you she won't like it." Another, deeper voice called out from the direction of the bedroom, coming from a black haired girl with a face that made Erika's heart skipped a beat. "Erika isn't that vulgar."

Maho Nishizumi was wearing a tight black shirt and panties, a far cry from what Erika saw her wearing on tv hours before.

"Is she, though?" The younger sister asked. "From her face I'd say she doesn't particularly dislike it…"

"Well, I... don't." Erika said slowly, flustered.

"See?" Miho said victoriously with a smile, before returning to her cooking. "Eri-chan just loves domestic girl!"

"Is that so?" Maho said sultrily, walking towards Erika with an exaggerated hips movements. She grabbed Erika's suitcase and dropped it onto the floor while her lips inched closer towards her face.

"You must be tired." Maho said with a tone that Erika could just barely associate with her high school senior from long ago.

"Would you like to wait a while for the food" Miho asked. Funnily enough, she asked this while walking away from the kitchen counter, towards Erika and Maho.

"Or m-maybe you'd rather take a bath instead?" Maho bit her tongue. Erika could tell that, despite her apparent confidence, what the sisters were doing right now was probably the younger's idea.

"Or maybe…" Miho stepped in and hugged her sister close to her, pressing their breasts together. Maho's mask of confidence fell and she immediately flushed red, but she still managed to look up towards Erika and finish that infamous sentence.

"...you'd rather have us..?