Chapter 4: Five-Pointed Star

15 May (Monday) 6pm

Uesugi's Apartment

"Tadaima," he greeted an empty house as he took off his shoes, placing them neatly by the rack. A cousin was getting married in Kyoto that night, and Isanari had decided to take his kawaii imouto, not wanting to affect his attendance in his crucial Third Year.

Even if he would have to miss out on the wedding, he nonetheless appreciated the thought, and it made him motivated to study harder to make up for lost family time - which was why he had taken a break from tutoring that day to camp in the library to catch up on his own revision.

Seems like they left in a hurry, he mused as he noticed that the lights had not been switched off, I'll have to lecture dad again about saving electricity when he comes back.

Oh, what's that smell? Did they make dinner for me? Raiha, you didn't need to–

"Eek!" a startled cry came from the kitchen, jolting him from his daze, and he ran towards the noise, only to find a familiar redhead in her uniform, waving a pan in a defensive stance.

"Uesugi-kun," she sighed in relief, letting down her guard. "You nearly made me spill the curry I was cooking."

"Itsuki?" he spluttered, more confused than surprised, "What're you doing here?"

"Didn't you hear me the first time?" she pouted, "To make sure that you eat right of course! Your little sister asked me to take care of you until she comes home on Wednesday."

Chotto matte, shouldn't it be the other way around? Aren't your sisters always reminding you to eat your greens?

"Take it from me, a good diet is important for healthy young adults," she lectured, stirring the bubbling stew in the pot. "Can't have you stuffing yourself with dog biscuits, instant ramen and fast food."

One of those isn't like the other two, but I'll let it slide for now.

"Ooh, I'm almost done," she beamed, salivating at the soon-to-be-served meal. "You've tried it a few times before, and I'm not as good as Nino, but I'm the second best if I say so myself."

"Heh, Miku is working hard too," he commented as she gritted her teeth and bit her lip. "Probably can't beat the master but she's gunning for number two."

"Hmph," she folded her arms and looked away. "Reserve your judgment until you've tasted mine."

"I will," he grinned, setting the table. "But whatever it is, thanks for being here tonight. It's been a long while since I've returned to a quiet apartment. I guess life is a lot less lonely if you have four siblings for company."

"You make it sound like I'll be staying over," she stammered, blushing. "Though I guess I wouldn't mind. Having more people under the same roof doesn't always make the pain go away, but it does help, like when Mom died."

"Itsuki," he patted her head gently as she picked away at her food.

"To be honest, I got into a fight with the others when you weren't around," she admitted, putting her fork down, not quite in the mood to help herself. "That's why I was on edge and couldn't focus. I know, it's my fault again for being angry, but I need some space, and I've told them that I'll be sleeping at a friend's place tonight."

"Well, if you're asking, this isn't the first time," he ruffled her hair as she averted her gaze. "You can have the room while I sleep on the couch."

"I-I'll take you up on your offer," she bowed in gratitude and apology. "But I don't think it's fair to let you bunk outside while I hog the futon."

"Don't worry, we'll figure that out later," he assured. "Your rice is getting cold. You've barely touched your bowl."

"I-I don't need you to feed– I mean, remind me," she stuttered, flushing red as she chowed away, regaining her usual appetite. Amidst friendly banter, they cleaned their plates, and the atmosphere became cheery once more as they battled over the last piece of katsu, with her licking her spoon to savour her victory.

"You've got some gravy on your cheeks," he chuckled, poking her dimple, only for her to giggle and return the favour. When he tried again, she caught his hand and took his finger in her mouth, only to let go a second later, flustered at the trail of saliva glistening from her lips.

"L-Let's go wash up," she declared, getting up from her seat, "I'll take care of the utensils while you shower."

Shrugging, he got in the bath, and she went for hers after he was done, leaving them refreshed and energetic despite the heavy meal. Feeling merry and deserving of a break, he took out his dusty console and was surprised to see that she was quite the expert, with a particular knack for fantasy RPGs, be it as a swordswoman in Aincrad Days, a goddess in Orario Noon, or a demon-maid in Lugnica Nights. Nonetheless, having been Kintarou the Delinquent, he was no beginner, and he fought by her side as a black-cloaked maverick and a white-haired adventurer, before turning competitive in the last round to best her in a one-sided game of twister.

"Argh," she grumbled, burying her face in her knees as he looked away, not quite sure how to deal with her rather short pants which exposed much of her legs. Her oversized shirt was little better, hanging loosely over her shoulders devoid of bra-straps, and for a moment, he could not help but wonder–

No, stop fantasising about her! You're just gonna make it harder for yourself, especially when she'll be staying here tonight.

Yet, somehow, he felt a pang of guilt and hypocrisy, for he had seen the figure beneath her clothes, not just by accident at her grandfather's onsen, but thrice in the form of her identical sisters. There were some differences of course, owing to lifestyles, diets, and habits, but having gone through three of the five, he could almost imagine how she would look like under her garments.

God, I sound like a pervert. Not to mention it's unfair to Itsuki for me to even think this way.

"Uesugi-kun, I'm bored," she complained, huddling closer as he unconsciously shifted away. "It's too early to sleep. Entertain me a little, would you?"

"H-How?" he stuttered, struggling to suppress the memories of the last time he had to fulfil such a request. After all, it was just the day before that he had woken up beside the lilac-haired actress, made to clean his own mess as she rode on his face to get back at him for having her lick her toy. Taking delight in depriving him of his pleasure, she had deliberately denied him the comfort of her mouth and hands, permitting him to finish only when she was done, letting him drown in her moist pink folds as he inevitably came over the sheets–

Wait, you're with Itsuki now, not Ichika! Get your wandering mind back to earth!

He stirred, only to find her approaching from the side, her warm breath inching towards his cheek. Her lips left a wet sensation on his skin as her ahoge tickled his ear, and for a moment, he froze, unsure of what to think or say or do.

Before he knew it, she had lifted her shirt, exposing her top which was round and fleshy in all the right places, her shapely mounds culminating in luscious tips which she attempted to conceal with her hair. Shy but determined, a hand reached for his zipper, pulling down as he held himself back, curious to see how far she truly intended to go.

"Uesugi-kun, I like you, even though you were mean to me when we first met," she mustered her courage, hoping and praying that he felt the same of her, "I don't care what happened between you and my sisters, I just want to be with you. I'm sorry if it's too much to ask for. I-It's nothing that you haven't seen before anyway–"

"Itsuki," he cut her short. "Please don't say that. I like you too, even though I don't deserve your affections after what I've done. But if you still want to give me a chance, I'll gladly accept those feelings and take responsibility with all my heart."

"I'd appreciate that, but you don't need to," she smiled, "I may be the youngest by a few minutes, but I can take care of myself, Raiha-chan, and you."

"Heh, I'm sure my little sister would be excited to hear that. Let's cook her a nice meal together when she comes back."

"It's a promise," she coiled her pinkie around his. "But it's just the two of us here today, so let's enjoy ourselves like there's no tomorrow."

With that, she combed her hair aside to let him take in the view, moaning softly as he indulged in her flesh, each delicate kiss and nibble sending shivers down her spine. Having never explored herself save for the occasional forbidden touch, the sensations titillated her nerves as she tensed and arched her back, too distracted by the sensual stimulation to continue undressing herself. For a time that felt like an eternity, she let his tongue run all over her chest and skin, closing her eyes to savour the butterflies in her stomach, the lips between her legs damp with sweat which was starting to soak through her underwear.

"Uesugi-kun," she managed to gasp, "I want you to feel good too."

Pinching herself back to her senses, she unbuttoned his shirt and licked his neck and torso before descending to his trousers to resume where she had left off. Removing his briefs, she paused for a moment to stare at the rod, having never seen anything of the sort beyond depictions on statues and drawings in science textbooks, not that they could have ever prepared her for the real thing.

"Let me know if you're uncomfortable in any way," he muttered sheepishly as the seconds ticked by. "You're making me feel a little self-conscious."

Shaking her head, she proceeded to take him in her mouth, careful not to scrape him with her teeth as she slid her lips over his member while sucking him like the sweet end of a lollipop. Encouraged by his groans, she gradually picked up her pace, accepting more of his shaft until she gagged out of instinct, choking on her own saliva amidst her inexperience and haste.

"Sorry," she coughed, embarrassed, "I bit off more than I could chew."

"Please don't do that," he chided as she laughed.

Regaining her breath, she pushed him back onto the futon and continued as he prodded against her cheek, seeking the warmth and relief of a similarly moist place. By this point, she was so wet that she could feel the droplets seeping through her panties, the fluid thankfully absorbed by the fabric before it could trickle down her thighs.

No longer able to hold in her arousal, she reached down to touch herself, only to remain frustrated, unable to satisfy her cravings through the layers of drenched, sweaty cloth. If anything, she felt emptier than before, dying for something to fill the void, to rub out the searing flames burning deep inside.

Sensing her growing friskiness, he gently broke contact and guided her to lie down beside him, massaging her shoulders and caressing her back to soothe her nerves before pulling off her shorts. Removing her soaked underwear, he gently brushed her natural, unshaven folds, causing her to tremble and shudder in suspense as he treated her soft, wet lips to the inviting warmth of his mouth.

She nearly climaxed as he licked her walls, his oral secretions mingling with hers, lubricating the entrance to her body. Before she knew it, she was spreading herself wide, allowing him to reach deeper between her legs with his nose and tongue to coax yet more honey from her bud, edging her closer to the much-awaited fruit at the end of the dance.

Not wanting to hit the crescendo just yet, she turned around to take his rod once more. This time, she added her hands to the repertoire as he drew circles around her navel and slid his thumb over her core. Somehow, the eroticism struck a spot within her, and she came in a wet spasm over his face as he blasted thick, white syrup between her cheeks. Foam dripped from her lips as she swallowed the bittersweet liquid, slurping down the lingering traces, contented that he had finished in her, albeit not where she was still itching for relief.

Her spray having soaked part of the sheets, she remained in the same position while he took a break to wipe himself. Translating her apology into passionate licks, she made him hard again, as he mirrored her actions and nearly sent her through another peak when he stuck his finger in a passage she was not expecting, eliciting a surprised squeal and an embarrassing yelp. Fortunately, she had cleaned herself well, and her mouth drooled in anticipation as he pushed deeper into the crevice, moaning mindlessly as eager fluids dribbled from her lips.

"Uesugi-kun, I-I can't take this any longer," she begged, straddling his waist to pin him down. Lowering herself in excitement, she winced as it penetrated her, forming a small stain on his blanket while he looked on in concern. Panting, she rested atop him, unwilling to budge despite the pain, and he let her take the lead upon recovering minutes later to move at her own rhythm.

Starting slow, she gradually ramped up in speed, plunging his shaft into her depths as she quivered in unrestrained ecstasy and euphoria. Aided by saliva, honey, and residual crimson, bare skin ran between raw flesh as she rode her stead to heaven, rubbing herself with a thirsty finger while he squeezed and groped her mounds to turn her wild fantasy into a memorable reality.

Disengaging, she led him into the shower, noting the pressure he had held in for her safety, which she was infinitely grateful for despite her earlier indiscretions. Lathering soap and water over his body, she dropped to her knees and released him with her hands, allowing him to come on her face, white foam streaming down her cheeks which she playfully spread over her chest. Giggling, she washed herself off as he pounded her in the rear, giving her one last climax, which she could truly relish without holding back, relieving herself on the floor until she was utterly drained and thoroughly satisfied.

"Seems like we both ended up in the bath again," she remarked as they collapsed on the sheets, too exhausted to put on their pyjamas. "Maybe we should try the dining table next time, or the kitchen."

"Or the bed, where we could sleep together," he echoed, wrapping his arms over her as she blushed a bright shade of pink. "Say, Itsuki, what're your sisters gonna think when they see you leaving my house in the morning?"

"You mean when they see the glow on my face?" she beamed, "Probably tease me about cucumbers and bananas while getting envious about it. But never mind the childish antics, what do you want to eat for breakfast tomorrow? I'm fatigued but all that activity is making me hungry."

"We'll just have to get up earlier to feed you then," he smiled, hugging her closer as they drifted off into the night.

A/N: Itsuki does a literal homerun, showcasing her more mellow side (wholesome, vanilla GFE vs. Ichika and Nino's S/M dynamics).

The 'games' played by Uesugi and Itsuki are references to their VAs:

1. "Aincrad Days" Sword Art Online - Kirito and Mito (SAO: Progressive - Movie)

2. "Orario Noon" Is it Wrong to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? - Bell Cranel and Hestia

3. "Lugnica Nights" Re:Zero - Petelgeuse and Rem

As always, favs/follows/reviews highly appreciated! Don't be shy, I'd be glad to hear from my readers if I'm doing lemons right, and where I can improve moving forward.

P/S: I'll be partially rewriting Chapter 4 of The End of the World is Wrong as Expected (Oregairu AU). In the meantime, feel free to check out my earlier (completed) post-apocalyptic crossover Reality Offline (SAO x Oregairu AU), as well as the ongoing Blessings on This Floating Castle (Konosuba x SAO) and The Holy Grail War of Chiba (Oregairu x Fate/Stay Night).