Choromatsu woke up groggily, mostly likely caused by staying up late and playing more godori with his brothers and Yukibo. When he sat up, he observed that he was the first to awaken. Then again, he was always the most efficient at sleeping. Because the group had stayed up so late, it seemed likely that everyone was sleeping in. Despite waking up with less sleep than he would prefer, he did enjoy having his own futon to sleep in. He could get use to not sleeping in between two other grown men regardless if they were his brothers. Two, good-looking women, on the other hand, that was something he could get behind. And get it in front, more importantly.
As he stretched and scratched his ass, he stood up, took a good view of the sleeping group, and then winced. He witnessed his eldest brother on his stomach and sprawled between two futons, his and Yukibo's. His bottom half was on his futon, but his top half was invading Yukibo's, his arm wrapping over her form. Lucky bastard. The only girl in the room was sleeping on her side, turned away from Osomatsu. How could she not feel that? Maybe she did, but she did not mind it at all. Why does she even humor his eldest brother like this when she was clearly dating his younger brother? Did she not understand the kind of wrong ideas it could give to his idiotic, dick-clapping eldest brother? If she reacted so positively towards all this attention, then maybe he should also make passes at her like Osomatsu had. At the very least, his candidacy would be more viable, because, after all, he was the most responsible and most reliable of his brothers.
Ichimatsu, who was on her other side, was absolutely clueless of the fact that the eldest brother was almost spooning his woman. Instead, the psychopath was sleeping rather peacefully, which would not last long once he witnessed their eldest brother practically groping her. His closeted murderer of a younger brother got to hold her hand the entire night, lucky bastard, but even that probably would not calm him down once he caught his eldest brother on her.
The reasonable sextuplet had to assess the situation: if Ichimatsu woke up and saw their piece of shit eldest brother with his arms all over his American girlfriend, the eldest would probably have to face the Gates of Hell once again, but alone this time. Not going to go through that again. Why does Yukibo even take on bets with his eldest brother like that? With the luck blessed by the gods Osomatsu would have sometimes, Choromatsu would wonder why they were not all filthy rich at this point from all the money he gambled.
Instead, Osomatsu was just sprawled all over her, practically making it painfully obvious that he wanted her. It was a wonderful reward, no doubt about it, but it puzzled the third sextuplet why his eldest brother did not just admit he had feelings for her already. It was obvious that all of them did, but the only reason why no one said or tried anything was because they were all scared of their secret criminal of a brother. Their eldest brother showed time and time again how little to no fear he felt towards their fourth brother. Choromatsu could only assume that his eldest brother suffered brain damage from the beat down their fourth brother bestowed upon him before. Or perhaps, he had not been choked out long enough to get it through his thick head. Yes, Yukibo was a prize among women, and any one of them had a much better shot at her than their bipolar fourth brother. But, she was off limits.
Jyushimatsu, Karamatsu, and Todomatsu started waking up as well and had the same reaction once they saw the scenario.
Karamatsu called out, "Ah! Ichi-" But Choromatsu shushed him.
"You know what Ichimatsu is capable of," the third brother warned, speaking barely above a whisper, "As much as I hate our eldest brother, we don't want him to die, do we?"
"Maybe a little," Jyushimatsu answered. He was still holding a bit of a grudge against their eldest brother from yesterday.
Choromatsu sighed in agreement, "Let's just gently pull him away from her." His brothers abided.
The four of them sneakily came over to where their eldest brother was sleeping and gently tugged at his futon. Only the futon started to move underneath Osomatsu, who was really holding onto her. It was almost as if he was awake all this time, and he was messing with his younger siblings. Seriously, stop fucking around. The brothers had no other option but to have to directly pull him off. Jyushimatsu gently grabbed onto his eldest brother's right leg to keep him from waking up, and then he flung him to the other side of the room, where he tumbled and hit the wall.
"OUCH! WHAT THE HELL!" the eldest screamed, as the fifth sextuplet had a smug satisfied look on his face, "You pieces of shits! I was having the best dream!" The way his fingers wiggled at the mention of his "dream" was a clear tell that he was probably thinking about Yukibo.
"What's with all the screaming?" the fourth brother woke up groggily. Choromatsu's heart dropped knowing his murderous fourth brother was awake, but he also saw that Yukibo was stirring as well. With her awake, maybe she could quell his younger brother's anger. Maybe, she could kiss him again. I want to see them kiss, again. It was the only perk of being a sextuplet; if one of them got kissed, it was like all of them were getting kissed.
"I want to go back to sleep!" Osomatsu whined as he came careening towards the sleepy American. His younger brothers tried to stop him by guarding her, but he slipped by all of them and leaped onto her laying in her futon.
"Oof!" she coughed, feeling the impact of a man slamming into her.
He latched around her waist pressing his face up against her ass. "The perfect pillow," he grinned.
"OSOMATSU!" the fourth sextuplet leaped out of his futon.
Their fourth brother tried to pry the eldest brother's arms from her, but they were clamped onto her like an alligator's maw. Ichimatsu raised a fist to his eldest brother, thinking a good punch in Osomatsu's face would release her, but Karamatsu and Jyushimatsu grabbed his raised arm with both their hands to restrain him. Todomatsu and Choromatsu tried tugging on their eldest brother's legs to get him off of her, but they ended up dragging Yukibo with them as well.
"Liarmatsu!" she snapped, trying to push him off, "Get off."
"Let's stay like this a bit longer," he giggled and squeezed her body even tighter. Ichimatsu looked like he was going to go crazy and kill everyone in the room. The second and fifth brother were struggling to hold him back.
She grabbed Ichimatsu's pillow and hit the eldest over the head with it, "Get off already!" Even after hitting him repeatedly with the pillow, he would not let go.
"Heh! I'm just pretending your boobs are hitting me," the eldest teased. Really? His younger brothers winced, but Ichimatsu was at his limit. He had been trying to numb out the trip while his brothers were here, but that tactic was proven to be impossible to uphold. Their eldest brother always knew how to get a reaction out of each one of them, Ichimatsu especially.
"OSOMATSU, GET OFF OF HER!" Ichimatsu roared so loudly that other patrons of the inn could hear him.
"Make me, Ichimacchan," the eldest mocked. Choromatsu could see it in his psycho brother's face that he wanted to grab him by the throat and break his neck. The only thing preventing him from carrying it out was that Osomatsu, literally, had Yukibo held hostage.
"Liarmatsu!" Yukibo yelled, "If you don't get off me, I will fart on you!"
The room went dead silent. It almost seemed like an empty threat because, how could she? Women were the fairer sex, always pretty, always clean, and always smelling nice. It was so mind-boggling to think that a gorgeous, walking-AV of a woman like Yukibo could fart at all.
"You wouldn't," the eldest called on her bluff.
"Try me, oniichan. You remember what we ate last night, right?" she threatened. Everyone remembered; so much raw seafood, so many raw oysters. Todomatsu had already let out a really bad one in the middle of the night. Bastard didn't even apologize for it. One thing was for certain: Yukibo ate a lot of raw oysters. Just imagining the nuclear concoction that was boiling in her gut meant a possible third bombing America had done on Japan.
Osomatsu leaped up away from her, taking her blanket with him to cover his face in the event she decided to detonate. Yet again, the brothers were pleasantly reminded that she was an American. Though it was custom to wear a yukata inside a ryokan and even sleep in it, Yukibo had her gown kicked towards her feet leaving her only in a tank top and very, very tight shorts. Actually, upon closer inspection, they were not shorts at all; they were boy shorts, the laciest and blackest boy shorts the virgin sextuplets had ever seen. But the sight was evanescent. Just as quickly as the eldest yanked the blanket from her, she grabbed her boyfriend's blanket to cover herself. Still, they were all able to catch a glimpse of live boy shorts upon one of the most succulent hips that had ever graced the sextuplets. That was another one for the boys' fap thoughts.
"You know, one of my AVs started off like this," the eldest joked, "A plump girl in a room with several guys, laying in a futon with just her panties."
"Osomatsu, knock it off!" his younger brothers snapped, knowing exactly which AV he was talking about.
"What? This foreigner couldn't keep her yukata on the entire night. It's not my fault I got something to stare at," he laughed, "In case you didn't know, Yankee-bo, you're supposed to sleep in it."
"It wasn't comfortable. It felt all stuffy like I was sleeping in my clothes," she argued and dove into her covers to grab her yukata. She came out of her futon, exposing herself once again as she put her yukata back on. It surprised the sextuplets that she did not care if they saw her in her panties. The sight of the tank top heeding to the curves of her breast and the tight boy shorts creating the fatty dips in her hips made each one of them gulp a rather large lump their throat. Was she that comfortable around them? Well, she did consider them her brothers, except, obviously, the brother she was dating. Lucky bastard.
"You put it on wrong, again," the eldest teased.
She threw another pillow at him, "No, I didn't! It's left over right!"
"Let a real Japanese fix it for you, you fake Japanese," he said as he walked over, "Come here."
When he got close enough, he tried to grab her with both arms, but she ducked away from him. It looked playful for some reason.
"No! Get away!" she laughed, "Ichimatsu!" She hid behind her boyfriend, still trying to get her yukata on.
As he should, Ichimatsu finally stepped in, which made his eldest brother stop pursuing. Seriously, Ichimatsu had always just let his eldest brother run his grubby hands all over his woman, all because he was trying to suppress his anger. It was pointless after all; he was the psycho-murderer sextuplet. And like the sociopath he was, he had that smug and threatening look on his face when she took to his side. It was a bit irritating to see him act so tough now when he was a numb, empty shell of a man just yesterday. All he did was nod and grunt while she was giving them the rather insightful tour of the old town. Rather knowledgeable for a foreigner, like she had been there before. Some balls he had grown in the last few minutes.
"This is correct, right, Ichimatsu?" she asked sweetly which changed her boyfriend's mood instantaneously.
"Yeah, you got it right this time," he nodded. Of course, he would act like a sad little, fragile-hearted boy when she was around. A human embodiment of sex appeal like her would quell him with ease, but his little brother was focused on the wrong thing. He should stay outraged towards the eldest brother, but instead, he was melting for his woman and, inevitably, allowing the eldest to pull another stunt like this in the future. It really pissed him off how Ichimatsu would let their eldest brother harass Yukibo. Choromatsu was going to have to be the responsible one here and help his little brother out. For crying out loud, what the hell does she see in him?
"Osomatsu!" he spoke up, "Where do you get off trying to touch your own brother's girlfriend?"
The eldest pulled his attention from the couple and stared back at the third sextuplet, looking a bit surprised to hear something from him. But then, he chuckled to himself a bit before responding, "Well, it made her laugh. Now, she's in a pretty good mood. Right, Yankee-bo?"
"Right," she responded, with a cheery smile, "You know your place, Liarmatsu." She entwined her fingers into her boyfriend's. Ichimatsu was completely and securely leashed like the mad dog he was. Despite how calmed the fourth brother looked, Choromatsu could tell how irked his eldest brother was at the sight of it. He knew it. Then again, who could resist having feelings for someone like her?
Osomatsu scoffed, "I know already." And, that was the end of that.
Weird. Whatever horrible scenario that would have ignited somehow put itself out. The other four brothers had no idea how their eldest brother did it, but he always seemed to find a way to weasel himself out of getting another black eye from their dark fourth brother. Perhaps, Yukibo's hand in Ichimatsu's may have had a hand in it as well. Osomatsu was lucky that Yukibo was able to hold Ichimatsu back with ease. Being a coward was one of his more defining traits after all.
"So, when's breakfast?" the eldest asked. And a glutton, too.
Yukibo had a look on her face like she just realized something, and then asked Todomatsu, "What time is it?"
"8:25 am," he answered promptly, since he had been texting someone throughout the scene.
"No way!" she yelped and grabbed her things, "Our train leaves at nine! We have to go! I can't believe I slept in!"
"Well, we did play godori till three in the morning," Karamatsu reminisced, too stupid to realize how pointless his comment was.
"Let's hurry and pack up! We can still make it if we hurry," she spoke out.
"What about breakfast? It'll be a three-hour ride till Kyoto," Osomatsu brought up, his priorities clearly mixed up.
"Fine, here," she gave him some money, "Go to a convenience store and buy us something to eat before the train arrives."
"Leave it up to me! Let's go, Choromatsu!" the eldest saluted.
"What? Why me?" the third brother argued. Seriously, why?
"Shut up! Let's go!" the eldest spat and grabbed his younger brother by the collar.
The group changed into their clothes and gathered their belongings in record time. After checking out, they split into two: Osomatsu and Choromatsu rushed to a convenient store by the inn, while the rest of the group hurried to the station. The duo knew exactly what to gather: bread and coffee. Despite such a rude awakening, everyone felt a bit groggy this morning. That was the last time they play with cards all night. The two grabbed seven of each item within a minute and brought it to the register. While the old cashier was slowly ringing them up, Choromatsu noticed Osomatsu staring at a cooler full of bottled sodas. Not a coffee person, probably wanted a Coke. The eldest made a split-second decision to switch out one of the canned coffees with a bottle of Dr. Pepper. What the hell? None of us drink Dr. Pepper.
"Who's that for?" the third sextuplet asked.
"Yankee-bo. It's her favorite," the eldest answered matter-of-factly. Choromatsu's only reaction was just to gawk at his eldest brother. How the hell would he know? "What's with that look? How do I know? She's my friend, and we talk a lot," he explained.
He scoffed, "Right, 'friends'? You think I'm an idiot? Why don't you just admit that you like her already? You're not being the least bit subtle about how much of a pervert you are."
"I do like her a lot," he admitted, "She lets me perv on her. We insult each other and still make each other laugh. That's what makes her a really good friend for me."
"God, you're stubborn," Choromatsu sighed, "You're 'friends' with her like we're 'friends' with Totoko. You like her, too. You tell us to admit that we have lewd thoughts of her and you won't?"
"Oh, course, I get lewd thoughts of her! I think about eating those thighs every chance I get," the eldest laughed, and his brother reluctantly agreed, "But really, she and I are good friends. That's why I can get away with the shit I do to her. Ask her yourself if you don't believe me."
"No need," the third brother sighed again, "I still often forget that Yukibo is an American, and she's more open about any and all bullshit you bring about. I wouldn't be surprised if you two were actually friends somehow." But unlike you, I'll lewd her in my mind.
After paying, the duo carried the bags of bread and drinks into the station and followed the signs for their train. They caught up to the group rather quickly, with a few minutes to spare before the train was said to arrive. Yukibo looked thrilled to receive her Dr. Pepper. Osomatsu was right all along. What else does he know about her? What was more concerning to Choromatsu was that his fourth brother never knew she liked that soda.
"I-I guess the topic never came up," Ichimatsu said as an excuse.
"You never asked, right?" the eldest teased, which forced Ichimatsu to go dead silent. What else does he not know about her?
None of them liked that soda; the flavor was way too strange. However, to prove to their eldest brother that he and Yukibo were more alike, the fourth sextuplet took a swig of her soda. Nope, he still did not like the flavor, but he swallowed it and went on about how delicious it was. He was not fooling anyone, but Yukibo looked amused. Of course, she would; he was her boyfriend. Lucky bastard. However, seeing her enjoy herself, and smiling and laughing with them, it made Choromatsu wish that all of that was just for him.
The third sextuplet was lucky enough to take the window seat of their own personal booth box this time, directly sitting across from the American. The group talked amongst each other, telling each other jokes, anecdotes, or asking her questions about things Americans did. He would chime in every now and then, but his brothers were much louder and more obnoxious, and his more stimulating responses would always get drowned out by a "THINGS SURE ARE DIFFERENT IN AMERICA!" His eyes were focused on the scenery passing by, but occasionally, he would take a glance at her. How could he not? She was a beautiful girl that his useless, glass-hearted fourth brother clearly could not handle. All he could imagine was had she picked him, he would have done everything right, and not be the bumbling moron that his younger brother was. That piece of shit was just sitting their twiddling his thumb while the eldest piece of shit talked up a storm with her, along with pieces of shits number two, five, and six. He was clearly the best option: 1) he studied books on qualifications, 2) he was the closest on getting a job, and 3) he was the most responsible of the sextuplets. Had she chosen him, she would not have to put in so much work, if any. If she had been looking for me all those eighteen years…
I'd feel the same spark I felt the first time I met her, and we wouldn't have to dismiss it just to drag Rapeymatsu out of the damn alley. She'd confess to me and tell me she had loved me in those years. Yeah, that would've pushed me to get a job and move out, just so I could show her that I'm a real man, and not a NEET. She'd motivate me to where I'd soar in my career along with all the books I read about personal qualifications and conversational tactics. I'd have money, and so much of it that she'd stay in Japan with me. I could be alone with her. Just me and her. We'll get married, move into a house together, and have a couple kids. Heh, maybe it won't end with just two; She and I would be so much in love that we'd have sex often. Just looking at her now gets me feeling warm. Her body is so full, so much to grab. I'll give her a closet full of cute and sexy outfits for her to wear. I want to have sex with her in every single one she tries on: maid, swimsuit, magical girl, and many, many more. I want to see them tighten around her body and fill her empty parts with parts of me.
A cranked cart carrier carted his way towards the group, and it took the group of seven a split second to react to the sound of his excited yell; it was another one of Jyushimatsu's swole stalkers.
"MASTA JOOZ!" yelled out the bulking behemoth, "ARE YOOZ HEADIN' TO KYOTO? YOOZ CANS STOPS BYS THE DOJO!"
Jyushimatsu received harsh glares from his brothers and a confused stare from Yukibo. He had to get rid of this pumped pupil quick. "I'll stop by," he promised, "Please, go away now."
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS! I'MMA BE THERES FORS YOOZ, MASTA JOOZ!" the gargantuan gorilla of a guy roared, and then dropped the obnoxious act instantly, "In other topics, would you like some refreshments?"
"No thanks," the group unanimously expressed, and the happy hulk carried on to the other carts.
Holy shit. This was the type of incompetency that Choromatsu had been complaining about for all twenty-eight years of his life: his useless brothers getting themselves into trouble and not knowing how to get out of it. Seriously, what was taking Jyushimatsu so long to get rid of this tired-out running gag? Just seeing how confused and uncomfortable Yukibo looked really set his ass hair on fire. Worst is that his other younger brother, the one with her as his girlfriend, was doing nothing to comfort her. God, I have to do all the work here.
"Yukibo," Choromatsu called out to her, "Are you alright?"
She smiled at him. God, she's so pretty. "Yeah, I'm kind of use to it now. Thanks, though," she told him.
Why could a woman like Yukibo not see him for the catch he really was? He could give her so much more than whatever Ichimatsu could muster.
"Choromatsu!" he heard his brothers scream, "Your self-awareness!"
Outside of the train, a massive and bright, green swarm of self-awareness was latched to the train like a balloon on a string. The third sextuplet had no understanding why his self-awareness manifested outside of him again. His ideas of a life with Yukibo seemed rational and justified. Besides, they were just harmless ideas. There was no way in this lifetime he would stand up against Ichimatsu.
After a few hours on the train, the group finally arrived in Kyoto. Yukibo always picked the best hotels, just minutes from the train station. Upon arrival, the bellboy even offered to carry all their luggage to their room for them while they all go get something to eat. She really was a genius, just someone who always planned ahead. Choromatsu really loved that about her.
"I hate that I missed my morning shower. You guys start off with lunch without me. I'm going to our room for a bit to clean up," she mentioned.
"Come on!" Osomatsu whined, "Eat first! Then when we're done, we can watch you shower again." His younger brothers glared at him, even though they secretly were not opposed to it.
Choromatsu looked at Ichimatsu, who, surprise, had no response for it. Yet again, the third sextuplet had to hop in to defend the only girl in the group from the pervert monster in the family.
But before he could even begin to scold his eldest brother, Yukibo smirked and teased back, "The show isn't free. You'll have to pay me back for the room you destroyed if you want a peep." The sextuplets gulped.
"So, uh, how about a loan?" the eldest bartered, "You know I'm good for it!" Shut up, Osomatsu.
"See ya," she waved off.
"WAIT!" he yelled, "YOU NEVER EVEN TOLD US HOW MUCH THE DAMAGES WERE!"
"Way more than you'll see in a lifetime," she replied and took the elevator up.
"Damn," Osomatsu said as he snapped his fingers, "Yankee-bo is such a tease. That's why I love her!" Ichimatsu gritted his teeth a bit, but that was it. God, what a coward. Defend your woman for crying out loud.
Choromatsu checked his pockets for his wallet, but then he realized he placed it in his luggage when he was hurrying to pack. "I'll be right back. I have to go get my wallet," he mentioned to his brothers.
"Hmm? Taking a peep while the rest of us are down here?" Karamatsu teased.
"Pervert," Jyushimatsu mocked.
"HUH? WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE?" the third sextuplet yelled, "You all want to peep at her!"
"Choromatsu," the dark sextuplet said in a menacing tone. Oh, shit. "You know your place, right?" he asked. The third sextuplet gulped and nodded. "Good, good," he replied, "So long as we all know our place, and we all know that Yukibo is mine. I don't have to get angry. Jokes are jokes, right, guys? Right, guys?" His brothers nodded nervously, except for his eldest brother.
"Yeah, this whole thing is a huge joke," the eldest replied.
"So, we can stop with the whole getting in between me and Yukibo, right, dear big brother Osomatsu?" he asked, almost pleading with him, "Joke's getting old now, isn't it?"
"Nah," the eldest grinned, "It's still funny."
It looked like several aneurysm just went off in Ichimatsu's brain. Choromatsu was better off taking his time getting his wallet than dealing with a livid Ichimatsu. Then again, if he took his time, his brothers will get the wrong idea of him, especially the ticking time bomb of a fourth brother. Sure, he was a pervert; he would admit it. But he was a good man, not obnoxious like Osomatsu, not painful like Karamatsu, not dangerous like Ichimatsu, not insane like Jyushimatsu, and not sly like Todomatsu. He, Choromatsu, was an honest, decent, and hardworking man.
"Well, now!" the youngest sextuplet spouted, "I got to go!"
"Where are you going, Totty?" Karamatsu asked.
The youngest smugly smirked, as he finally put his phone away, "I have a date."
Oh, right, the girl Todomasu had been texting with for the past month lived around here. Although his older brothers were sure that he was lying to make up for the fact that Ichimatsu, of all people, had a girlfriend, he was actually telling the truth. Lucky for him, they would be in between Kyoto and Osaka for the next three days. She was rather cute based on her photo in his phone. Perhaps, he could get lucky with this girl. Lucky bastard.
"See ya later, virgins," the youngest snickered.
"Hey! You don't get to say that until you actually graduate, Totty!" Choromatsu scolded, but like Todomatsu, he needed to get going as well. Hopefully, he could just go get his wallet and avoid every single plotless porn scenario he just imagined.
Nothing would happen anyway. He had been in the room adjacent to her as she showered, and nothing happened. Although, there was a chance he would catch her in the middle of undressing, or maybe the bathroom door would be open, or even she would be finished with the shower and be walking around the room with just a towel on. He wondered how she would react if he accidently saw her naked. Well, the most reasonable response would be to scream and cover herself, but what if… What if she wanted me?
What if she saw me as the better choice? It would just be us two in the room, and our instincts would just kick in and go crazy. It would start with a touch, then a feel, and then we'd kiss, with tongue. We'd probably get too into the moment to properly take off all our clothes, but she'd want me badly, because she knows I'm the better man out of all my brothers, the most mature and the most responsible out of all of them. She'd feel every inch of that maturity inside her.
"MASTA JOOZ! Nah, wait, son, yooz the greens brotha," called out a meaty, muscular maid. Choromatsu realized his thoughts strung him along onto their floor, but yet again, he was face-to-face with one of Jyushimatsu's cult members. Surprising to him, she was a woman, a lovely lady with large lumps of lean loins. She went up to him and asked him, "Is its trues that the masta is comin' tooz ours dojo todays?"
"Y-yeah," he gulped, worried that the hulking hostess would break him in two.
She squealed and giggled, which was disturbing to see a masculine maiden do, but as quickly as she showed up, she was off back to work with a bigger smile on her face than usual. At the very least, she went away. Choromatsu had to get his wallet and book it back to his brothers before any other strange and/or erotic things started happening.
He found the room they were staying in and hesitated, leaving his hand on the handle. He could not hear the shower on which meant she either finished or had not started. There was a chance that she was vulnerable, and the moment he stepped in, anything could happen. Could he live with himself if he stole her away from his own brother? Hell yeah, I could.
The door opened but from the inside. Choromatsu was so lost in thought that he did not notice the door opening, pulling him with the door inside the room with Yukibo just inches from him. He lost his footing and was falling towards her. She was wearing a different outfit from this morning. It was the infamous cable-knit sweater, and it was as tight and shapely around her as all of his lewd anime waifus would wear. And, it came with a keyhole; he could see straight into it, her glorious, pillowy, all-American breasts. He closed his eyes as he braced for impact and have a face-full of virgin boobies.
"Choromatsu?" he heard her say as he fell on her, knocking her into the ground with him on top of her.
His eyes were still closed, his face buried in something soft and his body on top of something shapely. That's definitely boobs I'm feeling. I don't care what Osomatsu says; boobs are the best pillows in the world. She's not resisting me. I don't feel her pushing me off or hear her telling me to get off. Does she know that I like her? Does she like me back?
"Choromatsu," she said in a rather calm tone.
She's saying my name. Oh man, this is it. Can't say I didn't predict it already, but, tough luck Ichimatsu, I'm going for it. She's so soft under me, and she smells good, too; I can feel myself getting hot just from that. Girls are amazing. I want her so bad.
"Yukibo, I want you," he told her, his voice muffled.
"Choromatsu!" she called out to him again.
She's begging for me, too. I've never felt this way before. It feels so much better when a girl wants you just as much as you do. This is happening. This is really happening. I can't hold back. I'm going all the way with her.
"Choromatsu, are you alright?" she asked.
The third sextuplet realized that he was not on top of Yukibo. He realized that when she opened the door, he got pulled in, tripped on his own luggage, and was now groping it. Regretfully, he stared at his own hand. I'm so fucked up.
After calmly removing himself from molesting his own luggage, he dusted himself off and replied, "Yeah, I'm alright."
"Your nose is bleeding," she mentioned.
"Must've hit my nose falling," he nodded, "I'll go ahead and get that cleaned up."
"Here, sit down. You may have a concussion," she mentioned as she went back in the bathroom for some tissue. Since she already went in, it would be too weird if he followed. He had already made an ass of himself. No need to make it worse.
He sat down on the armchair and checked how much he was bleeding. His nose felt fine; this was just pervert's blood. Luckily for him, his hard-on was covered by his thick winter jacket. Better he knew about it than her.
"Let me get that," she told him as she dabbed his nose. She had to bend a bit forward to help him clean up. He could see her cleavage in all its glory, begging for him to bury his face in it. "It just keeps bleeding," she mentioned, "Should we take you to a hospital, Choromatsu?"
Blood was not just rushing out of his nose. It was also flowing to other places already filled at max capacity. He was at his limit; he had to abort before he did something he was going to regret.
"Thanks, Yukibo, I'll take it from here," he said quickly as he launched up from the seat. Holding the blood-soaked tissue wad to his nose, he powerwalked to his luggage, found his wallet, and powerwalked out of the room.
He rushed across the hall, down the dozens of flights of stairs, through the lobby, and out of the hotel. Nothing was planned at this point. His legs were just moving to get somewhere as far away from his brothers and that sexy deathtrap of a woman. As hungry as he was, he could get a little something somewhere once he felt collected. After about ten minutes had passed, he felt like he got a hold of himself again, and he took a sigh of relief. Perhaps being near a woman like Yukibo for four straight days without being able to touch his dick was taking a massive toll on him. With his frustration finally in check, he realized what an idiot he was trying to move in on his deadly fourth brother's girlfriend. This was not an anime. Even if he was clearly the better choice, no amount of fantasizing would change that she was taken by another Matsuno, unfortunately the worst one of them all. Lucky bastard.
There was a bookstore just a few yards ahead of him: a niche place for him. It was quite large for a bookstore as well, and it even had a café on the inside. He could have his lunch and enjoy a good book. The series he was currently reading through, My Sad Friend, should have a new volume by now. That ought to keep his mind off Yukibo for the time being.
In his favorite section, there stood the last copy of latest volume of My Sad Friend. He normally would borrow Todomatsu's laptop and read mangas for free, but he developed an attachment to the two beautiful 2D girls on the cover of the book. He fell in love with both girls at first sight, but as he read through their story, he started to fall in love with the plot. The premise of the story is that the strong-headed main girl was trying to fix her friend whose spirit was broken. The story was riddled with adult themes, and it made Choromatsu feel guilty as a man. But still, he empathized with these 2D girls, like he was on the journey with them as he read through their story. With every book he had of them, he felt like he was saving them, protecting them. What started off as just eye candy became a relationship that he treasured with these girls. He just wished he could do the same for a 3D girl. Why were 3D girls so difficult? Easy, they never gave me a chance.
"Shoot," a girl sighed, "That's the last one, isn't it?"
Startled by the sound of her voice in such a quiet store, he glanced over at the girl and flustered once he noticed how close she was to him. He could almost smell her from this distance. Was this "opportunity"? He had to think quickly; she looked ready to turn tail and leave. Taking the gentleman's approach, he presented the book to her, his hands shaking in the process. There was plenty of chances to buy this book, plus it would probably be best if he did not read it during the trip, less he wanted to come back to the hotel room in tears. His eldest brother was on a relentless, ridiculing rush lately, and he wanted no part of that.
He watched her dark, dark eyes sparkle as she held the last copy he was holding. His face went red, and his mouth opened and closed as if he was speaking, but no words came out. She was so pretty: mid-length dark hair tied low, a thick, warm jacket for the winter, and long skirt reaching past her knees. Just looking at her looking back at him, acknowledging his existence, was making him quake. He did not have high hopes, but he wanted to give a good impression, or at the very least, a decent one.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked. Choromatsu bit his bottom lip and nodded, still unable to use his words. She took the book from him with a smile, looking absolutely thrilled to have it in her possession. "You're too kind!" she beamed, "Thank you!"
He felt himself loosen up a bit once she thanked him. She seemed like a genuinely nice person to thank a random stranger. He had to reply with something after that. After a hard gulp, he responded, "It was nothing at all."
She laughed, "Oh! So you do speak!" His face turned redder. He must have looked like an idiot all those minutes ago. "My name is Asui Tsuki," she introduced.
She introduced herself! This was turning out perfectly well for him. Possibly the farthest he had ever gotten to a normal, non-idol, non-2D girl. "Matsuno Choromatsu," he introduced, "S-sorry, if I seemed strange earlier. You caught me off guard when you showed up."
"I was a bit more surprised. I didn't think I'd find someone who would want to read this," she mentioned, waving the book.
He exclaimed, "I love My Sad Friend. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but it moved me to tears!"
She chuckled, "Who hasn't cried like a baby to it?" The two laughed together, and Choromatsu started to feel something. I wondered if this was what people mean about "chemistry".
The two were shushed by another customer, who was trying to read. Slightly embarrassed, the two apologized profusely to the other customer and slinked away closer to the register. As they walked together, he quickly thought about what he could do to move this forward. The two obviously are connected through that book, My Sad Friend, and so, he should say something to keep this from ending with nothing gained.
"I don't mean to keep you here just to listen to me ramble about light novels," he spoke up, deep down wanting her to stay and talk with him some more, "I'm sure you're quite busy."
"Not at all," she smiled, "I was going to go get some coffee afterwards. I won't mind at all if you were to join me. We can talk more about My Sad Friend. I have a theory that I'd like to discuss, if you don't mind listening to me just a bit more."
"YES!" he exclaimed and then clasped at his mouth. He repeated in a much softer tone, "Yes. I would very much like that." And as simple as that, after purchasing the light novel, the two moved to the café section of the bookstore.
After ordering their drinks, Choromatsu was still trying to grasp at the fact that he was sitting across a table from a cute girl, all on his own. The more he thought about all that had transpired and how quickly it passed, the more confused and nervous he got. All he had in his arsenal was his vast knowledge of being an otaku, taking up the space for all the skills he could have built for the work force. He needed this. It was time he put Yukibo's words of encouragement and his experience with those American girls to the test. This day would not end until he got a date with Tsuki.
The couple talked in great detail about the light novel, My Sad Friend, and to their surprise, the two agreed on most of the controversial topics and scenarios that occurred within the novel. The theory that she concocted was about the sad friend foreshadowing what would eventually occur to the main character, all because that friend and the main character were one in the same. That theory opened Choromatsu's eyes even more so.
"It's a huge relief that you don't completely dismiss it!" she chuckled, "None of my friends agree with me. I do tend to think too much into the stories I read."
"It makes a lot of sense to me," he commented, "There's so many parallels between the two of them, like history repeating itself. Must be scary for her to take upon such a burden."
"I can relate," Tsuki brought up, "I know the feeling of wanting to take on the responsibility because of someone you love. I'm the oldest child in my family, and I've been raising my three younger siblings while my parents work constantly to pay for my schooling." It was strange to the third sextuplet that this girl he just met started to vent to him, but he liked hearing her talk. "I have a part-time job, attend college, and keep up housework," she sighed, "My family works very hard for me, and so I'm doing my best to do the same for them. I'm happy to have such a supportive family."
Choromatsu understood the weight she had placed upon herself and admired her deeply for it. If only he applied himself like she did, then he would be put in a better spot than where he was now. "I'm the third born of my family out of six sons," he revealed, "All my brothers are hopeless, and so my parents are depending on me to provide for the family. They're becoming too old to work, and so it's all up to me to pull everything together. I try my hardest to find a good job, but I've been rejected left and right. And, I try my hardest to motivate my brothers to take up some responsibility, but they won't listen to me." As much as he had convinced himself that that was the truth, even his self-awareness reminded him that he was just as much of a problem as his identical brothers. "The lengths you take to help out your family is really admirable," he told her, "If I was half as responsible as you, maybe I could do better for my parents and my brothers."
"What's stopping you?" she asked him. Pop idols, anime, mangas, 2D waifus, my brothers, Totoko, fear, guilt, rejection, incompetence, virgin, NEET, etcetera, etcetera.
"I'm scared of trying and then failing afterwards," he answered, so naturally. He wanted to quit trying and chase after pop idols for the rest of his life.
She smiled, "Your family would appreciate that you tried. There's always next time."
Hearing it come from a stranger made it sound genuine to him. The third sextuplet felt a connection to this stranger, and already, he saw a future with her flash before him: dating her, marrying her, and having children with her, despite only talking with her for less than an hour. He wondered if this was how people usually end up finding their future spouse, casually running into them in some sort of fateful encounter, and then finding that one common ground that would unite them forever. Perhaps he was getting ahead of himself, but maybe he should be. If he was good at chasing idols, then chasing Tsuki down would be easier. Less bodyguards.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
He laughed, "I'm fine. I'm alright. Who knew I'd have an encounter like this. I really needed it."
"Likewise," she replied.
She looked at him with such kindness and understanding, something that he only felt once before with Yukibo. Not even idols had this much of a grip on him like Tsuki did. He searched through his mind to find what was the next step to this, and what he could do to seal the deal with her. On one hand, he could directly confess to her now, but on the other, he could take it slow and ask to meet with her again later since he would still be in the area for the next three days. Thoughts and tactics started to clash. If he waited too long, he would be no more than a friend to her, but if he was too bold, he would scare her off. What would be the best thing to do?
She took off her thick jacket, revealing one of his weaknesses, the cable-knit sweater. It's not as tight on her as Yukibo's was, but her boobs look big thanks to the vertical stripes. C-cups? Maybe, D-cups? God, her skin is so porcelain white and so soft, like my figurines at home. I want to touch her. What faces would she make if I touch her? What lewd sounds would she make if I touch her? I wonder if she's open to cosplay. She'd look so cute and erotic.
Choromatsu was lost in his ideas and fantasies, projecting his perversions onto her. His face was red and sweating as her words were drowned out by him undressing her in his mind.
I want to see her in a maid outfit, swimsuit, magical girl cosplay, and so much more. If she wears designer clothes, she can be Yukibo, and if she smells a bit like fish, she could be Totoko. I could dress her as anyone I want, and it'll be like I'm having sex with all of the girls I like. Oh! Since she loves My Sad Friend, she can even cosplay as either Haruhi or Airi! I'd like to see her wear their signature chokers. That'd be perfect. It's like I'm having sex with them through Asui. I can experience the pleasures of their bodies just like in the doujinshis. I want them all! I want to have sex. I want to have sex with all them!
"As I was saying, thanks for listening to me ramble," she chuckled, "I must seem strange to you." He could listen to her ramble for the rest of his life. It was about time he showed her what a true catch he really was.
"Asui," he spoke up, "You know you can always rely on me for anything. I'm a pretty reliable and decent guy."
She smiled a bit, "You really show it." She peeked at the clock on her phone and jumped up from her seat. "Oh! I didn't realize how long we've been talking," she mentioned, "I have to get going, so I'll take my coffee to go. We should do this more often, though, Matsuno."
"L-like a date?" he asked.
Tsuki paused and stared at him, "Oh. No." What? His heart sank; after all they have been through, she did not want to give him a shot at dating?
"W-why not? I thought we had something here, Asui," he argued.
It was getting uncomfortable; he could see it in her face. "I'm sorry if I mislead you in anyway. I don't like you like that. We were only having a discussion about a book, that's all," she explained, slowly withdrawing herself from him.
"No, I don't understand!" he complained, "Why not me? You're not even giving me a chance! I'm a reliable, hardworking, decent guy! I can find a job! I can take away some of that burden you're carrying, Asui. You won't have to lift a finger, because I can do it all! Three siblings? Psh, I have five siblings who probably do so much less than yours. Let me into your life, Asui. Please go on a date with me! I'll take care of you."
"You're creeping me out," she spat. Why can't I stop talking?
"D-don't take it the wrong way!" he stammered, "I didn't mean for it to come off so boldly. You see, one of my brothers is dating an American, and I think some of her boldness may have rubbed off on me. Really, I'm nice, decent, and humble. You can put your trust in me."
"I'm leaving, Matsuno," she said as she tried to bolt off, but he stopped in front of her.
"Wait, wait, wait! Asui, I'm-I'm-I'm new at this. I've never dated anyone before, and I really thought you and I could work together. I mean, we both are head-over-heels for My Sad Friend. We both show great empathy for Haruhi and Airi! That shows that we have so much in common, right?" he rambled as he watched her face twist to complete disgust. He went onto his knees, bowing so low that his face touched the floor, "I'm asking- no, begging you, please, give me a chance. Please, go on a date with me, Asui."
Stay with me, Asui. Please stay and give me a chance. Please, do me the honor. I want a girlfriend. I want a girl to fall in love with me. I want a girl to touch me.
"Or you can just kiss me," he bargained, feeling quite enthusiastic about it, "You can kiss me, and that can be it."
She walked around him, leaving him on the floor without saying another word. His mind finally went silent, and without much thought, he got back onto his feet and sat back onto his seat at the table.
"Your coffees are here," a deep masculine voice briefly took the pervert out of his moment. Damn it, it was another one of Jyushimatsu's cult members. Surprisingly, the beefy barista simply served him the two coffees he and Asui ordered and quickly left. No screaming or obnoxious enthusiasm. Asui left so abruptly that she abandoned her coffee to avoid him. It was completely justified. What was I thinking? It only took another five minutes before he put his hands over his face and cringe over the fact that he just begged a stranger to kiss him. I'm so fucked up.
A brief thought came to him to give the delusion that perhaps he could salvage this if he just caught up to her and explained himself. Thankfully, his more sensible side kept him seated at the table, reminding him over and over again that he had done enough damage, and that he ruined the poor girl's day. Idols were so much easier to deal with; they would keep smiling for their fans regardless of how awkward or perverted they were. That was the fantasy. It was all just a fantasy, his ideas of Tsuki, or even Yukibo, or even Totoko. Just wild, perverted fantasies. God, I'm spineless. It was so easy for him to fall on his back and reveal his belly at the first sign of conflict. He was quicker to take back his words and grovel than to fight and strive. That was why it was easier to chase after idols, no confrontation whatsoever. He only had himself to blame for staying as a NEET. He was spineless, a complete coward, barely a man, and Tsuki saw right through it. Finally, he was able to cry.
He stayed in the café, staring at his cold coffee until the store and café were ready to close. It took the polite and cautious words of a barista girl to get him up off the seat and start heading back to the hotel. Only during the walk back had he realized he ate nothing today but the bread from the convenient store this morning, and it was already dark outside. Perhaps if he came home looking as defeated and pathetic as he felt, his brothers would take pity on him and feed him while he melted into the bed.
When he arrived back in their room, he saw that his group were enjoying a comedy movie while eating burgers and fries from some fast food restaurant. Except for Todomatsu, he was hatefully eating his salad while his older brothers and Yukibo gorged on the burgers. They were already in their pajamas, looking like they were ready for bed. I can't wait to sleep.
"Choromatsu!" the eldest spoke out, quickly noticing his disheveled partner in crime, "Where have you been? You missed out on today."
"I don't want to talk about it," the third brother sighed, "Give me a burger."
There was plenty to go around; the sextuplets ate like pigs. With this enthusiasm, the brothers would fit in with the Americans rather well. The group were watching an American comedy movie with Japanese subtitles about a man who was forty years old and a virgin. Though some of the jokes were lost in translation, the slapstick and culture clash were hilarious to the sextuplets. After the movie, it was time to decide who took the other bed and who took the living room. Ichimatsu, Choromatsu, and Karamatsu were ready to claim the other vacant bed together, but Osomatsu was defiant as usual.
"I'm sick of the couch! I'm taking a bed whether it's with you guys or her," the eldest announced, eyeing Yukibo's bed. Here we go, again.
"You're not touching her bed," the fourth sextuplet snarled, finally showing some fucking manhood.
"Psh, it's not like you're going to join in with her," the eldest sneered, "Look at all that room she's got. You got room for one more, right, Yankee-bo?"
"It's open," she answered, glancing over at her boyfriend. The look in her eyes showed that she really wanted him to join her.
That was an invitation, and Ichimatsu was over the moon. Finally, the moment he was waiting for, that opportunity just like when she got so drunk and he walked her home for the first time. Though that time, it was as much of an opportunity as it was a missed opportunity since she went straight to sleep after they were fooling around so much. Even looking back now, he was amazed that he was able to hold back from just taking advantage of her then and there. If the same occurred today, it would have been impossible given he had not touched himself for days. Just that logic alone made it all the more obvious that he can not be in the same bed as her since he wanted to touch her and wanted to have her touch him in return, but not with his brothers around. There was no other choice but to reject the invitation he had been begging for during the entirety of this trip, for Yukibo's sake.
"HA! I WIN!" Osomatsu cheered, leaping onto her bed. What was he talking about? The eldest sneered, claiming the side closest to his brothers, "You fucking idiot. I knew you'd chicken out. Now I get Yankee-bo's bed!" She sighed as she threw the covers off of her and got up from the bed, but Osomatsu grabbed her wrist and yanked her back in. "I didn't say you should leave. What kind of friend would I be if I kicked you out?"
"That wasn't part of the bet," she glared.
"No, but it's my offer to you, best buddy!" he grinned.
"What bet?" Ichimatsu spat.
Yukibo explained, "We made a bet on whether or not you'd come in bed with me. I wagered that you would, and if I had won, Liarmatsu and the rest of your brothers would have gone home tomorrow. But you rejected me, so now Liarmatsu has full owner ship of a bed for any and all hotel rooms, and I have to pay for him for the rest of the trip."
Ichimatsu felt awful. Yukibo was counting on him coming to bed with her, but he could not even do that, because he was so afraid what he might do to her.
"I-it's not like that. It's not that I wouldn't." he stammered, "I-I would, but you know."
"Know what?" she asked.
"I…" he paused, feeling so ashamed to admit fantasizing about her.
"He wants to have sex with you, Yankee-bo," the eldest revealed, making the fourth sextuplet's heart drop, "He probably was thinking what I was thinking, getting a couple pokes in in the middle of the night."
Ichimatsu pulled his hands to his face, not knowing if he was more humiliated or livid. "NO! IT'S NOT THAT!" he yelled, lying through his teeth.
"Just a couple pokes would get you off?" Yukibo asked the eldest, completely ignoring Ichimatsu's defensive pleas.
"It'd get me off," the eldest grinned, rubbing the bottom of his nose, "But if you were into it, I could probably hold out a bit longer."
"For what, a third poke?" she mocked, causing his younger brothers, except for Ichimatsu who was still bewildered of his eldest brother, to immediately snort in laughter. The sudden joke broke through the tension that built up when Osomatsu took over her bed. The younger brothers were laughing, but Ichimatsu was still deeply irked. His eldest brother was trying to sleep with his girlfriend, and she seemed fine with it. How could she be so casual and close to his eldest brother when he was making so many passes at her?
"Why are you two so close with each other?" the boyfriend interrogated, the real questions finally being asked.
"Relax, Ichimacchan. Don't want to let that anger out again, right?" the eldest deflected.
"Ichimatsu, Liarmatsu and I are good friends," she spoke out again, and stared at Osomatsu as she said the next part, "And only good friends."
"Ah, not even best friends?" he grinned.
"We're about to be 'not friends' if you keep talking," she snapped playfully. They were still playing and joking with each other, right in front of Ichimatsu. Choromatsu was so surprised to see that his eldest brother was not talking nonsense all along. He and Yukibo were merely friends, and she confirmed. Then again, how could friends talk to each other like that? Isn't it flirting?
"How can 'friends' make so many sexual passes?" his fourth brother continued to question. Thank God. He did see it.
The eldest sneered, "Well, come on, it's me after all. I mean, who wouldn't take an opportunity to sleep next to Yankee-bo? Oh right, you." Ichimatsu grimaced. He did not know the fate of the entire trip depended on this god damn bet. It was not his fault that he could not read the room. Choromatsu was so sick of Ichimatsu just letting his brother take the reigns of his relationship. She was his girlfriend! How was he so spineless?
"Ichimatsu," the third sextuplet spoke up.
The fourth brother looked at his third brother with a glare, "What?"
It was time to be a big brother to his fourth brother. Choromatsu felt awful, seeing a bit of his own cowardice inside of his younger brother, unable to voice himself in fear of further destroying what the two of them had together. Although he had prepared a grand lecture for his younger brother, Choromatsu had to get to the point. The third sextuplet ruined what could have been something with Tsuki, but the difference between him and his younger brother was that Yukibo was already his. He had nothing to be afraid of; Yukibo loved him regardless.
He told him, "Look, Ichimatsu. I know you and I don't talk much, brother to brother, but you and I are still brothers. Maybe we have nothing in common, but, hey, we're both the middle most child, both a big brother and little brother at the same time. But, I'm your big brother, so hear me out, okay?"
It was the first time Choromatsu started to make some sense to him. He was able to set aside the awkwardness and look at his older brother like a brother rather than an acquaintance.
"Fine, I'm listening," he replied.
"You have to be a man for Yukibo," the third brother lectured, "You need to take some pride in yourself, I mean, you have Yukibo as your girlfriend. If I was in your shoes, I'd protect that! You just let our piece of shit eldest brother crawl into bed with her. What kind of man lets that happen?" The fourth sextuplet grimaced.
"Hey, Ichimacchan, I'm your big brother, too!" the eldest grinned from the other bed, "I'm the oldest, so you should really listen to me."
Karamatsu spouted, "I, too, am your big brother!" as he rubbed his chin with a smirk, "I just want to be included."
"You had a shot, and you pussied out," the eldest mocked, and received a punch from Yukibo, "Ow, what?"
"He just wasn't ready," she scolded, "Maybe next time." Maybe, his eldest brother was right. He was a coward, unable to trust himself with his own girlfriend.
"See? This is what I'm talking about, Ichimatsu!" Choromatsu complained, "You're letting big brother Osomatsu walk all over you. He wants to cause a strain between you and Yukibo, because he really likes her!" Ichimatsu glared at his eldest; he knew it.
"Woah, you finally admit it, Osomatsu?" Karamatsu asked.
"Again with this?" the eldest groaned, "Didn't you hear what Yankee-bo said, Choromatsu?"
"That doesn't stop you from getting feelings for her!" the third brother spat, "You're only friends with her cause that's when you can be the closest to her!"
"Psh," the eldest scoffed, "And you?"
There was that menacing leer in his eyes, the look from a kettle after the pot called it black. Choromatsu was just as guilty as he believed his eldest brother to be. Knowing the two were "friends", there was clearly some talking going on between the two. Perhaps Yukibo told him about what happened earlier today. There was no way he would take that chance. If he continued prying about Osomatsu's feelings towards her, his eldest brother would retaliate with something even nastier, and the third sextuplet would be at Ichimatsu's mercy if he found out he also had been lusting after his girlfriend. "Forget it," he dropped, "Ichimatsu, listen. She has been taking care of you for the past few months. What have you done for her?"
The fourth brother was taken aback, "W-what can I do? I don't have anything."
"Ichimatsu!" Karamatsu called out, grabbing his little brother's shoulders, "Follow your heart! It always chooses what's right! It knows Yukibo more than anything."
"It's not that easy," Choromatsu argued, "You're a man, and you need to take charge of this relationship. Don't be a coward and don't just give up. Be the man Yukibo needs you to be!"
He snarled, "All I can think about is… I don't want… I'm just not ready. I need to do things at my own pace, and you all being here, getting between her and me, isn't helping at all! I've lived with you bastards for almost thirty years, and I already know what each one of you is capable of! Facts are facts. Yukibo is my girlfriend. You can admire her all you want, and I can't stop you from fantasizing about her. But, know your god damn place."
He had so much resentment towards his brothers, which was justified because of how they treated him in the beginning. However, there was a nothing but arrogance in that tone. Choromatsu clearly wanted his younger brother to have a bit more pride, not arrogance. Sure, Yukibo was his, but he did not own her, clearly. His little brother was letting the obligation get to his head. The third sextuplet glanced at his eldest brother, who gave back the "Told you so" look and rubbing the bottom of his nose. The eldest brother was right all along. Ichimatsu had not changed one bit throughout all of this.
"So have you reconsidered? All that's left is the couch, and Jyushimatsu and Todomatsu already claimed that," the eldest mentioned, still holding her wrist.
She yanked her wrist from him, "Course not," and casually, she walked over to the other vacant bed. "Do you guys mind if I claim this one since Liarmatsu won that one?"
Without hesitation, the second, third, and fourth brother obliged, "It's all yours." Yukibo did not need Ichimatsu to defend her. She was more than capable of handling herself. He was the one who needed her, and that was how it had always been.