Chapter Two

It's Just Sister Stuff, Naoto! (Misaki Nagatoro I)

Though he had visited the Nagatoro household before, it felt much more awkward this time around when Nagatoro's sister, Misaki Nagatoro, answered the door immediately.

Nagatoro tensed up like a surprised cat at seeing her sister, the girl grinning widely.

"Welcome home," she coo'd, her gaze upon Senpai so intense that he instinctively grabbed Nagatoro's hand harder without realizing it. Luckily, Nagatoro seemed to understand the notion fully, and after a few moments, he realized what he was doing and stopped. "Come to ask for my blessing, Mr. 'Senpai'?"

An attack as soon as we arrive?! We haven't even stepped inside yet!

Gulping hard, Naoto suddenly bowed deeply towards the woman, making Nagatoro gasp in surprise beside him.

"I-I'll make sure to do my best for Hayase!"

"Oh ho ho– So formal!" Misaki chuckled at his antics, making Nagatoro growl at her.

"We're coming in!" The girl squeezed Naoto's hand and darted inside, dragging him stumbling along beside her.

Misaki watched them go with a smile, shaking her head as she closed the front door and locked it. Looking up towards the clock on the nearby wall, she took a deep breath, knowing she didn't have much time to mess with the two lovebirds.

Settled in the living room, Naoto could see how tense Nagatoro was beside him, so he put an arm around her and offered a nervous smile.

"I-I won't stay too long," he told her reassuringly. "I'm sure she'll mess with you plenty over this."

"Hmm… Well… She was helpful when I was trying to woo you with my charms," Nagatoro said, though her face looked a bit sour as she looked towards the sound of footsteps upstairs, her sister not following them after opening the door for them.

Naoto gave a genuine smile at that, knowing that the exact same was true for himself, leaving a mental note to thank both Misaki and Nagatoro's brother at some point.

The tension slowly faded as Naoto and Nagatoro sat together for a little while, and they were back to their usual types of energetic conversations by the time footsteps could be heard again, and Misaki reappeared.

"- you don't think girls look at you differently now, Senpai? They're all vulchers I sw– GAH!"

Nagatoro stopped and gasped, shooting up to her feet and pointing accusingly at Misaki as she entered. Confused, Naoto followed her pointing and looked over towards the oldest Nagatoro sibling, his breath catching in his chest.

Misaki had changed from her casual attire entirely. When she'd answered the door earlier, she'd been in shorts and a hoodie and it all seemed like it would be normal. Now, right before Naoto's eyes, Misaki was flaunting every ounce of feminine charm she had, and it was something he certainly was not used to at all.

Her dark shoulder length hair tied back into a neat bun, the college girl now wore a very, very open white blouse and skirt that could almost be a crime from how short it was. The blouse was almost completely unbuttoned to reveal the sibling's modest, but certainly bigger than Nagatoro's, cleavage, and following her curves down beyond the skirt showed off her perfect legs covered by dark stockings.

"Sorry, I figured I should look more professional for this chat," Misaki said with a smirk that could have held any number of meanings behind it. "But all I had was my substitute teaching outfit available!"

"S-S-Sis—!"

As Nagatoro ran over in a panic to try and cover up her sister, Naoto stared blankly up at the woman's face, as he realized another thing.

Is that… l-lipstick?!

She was, in fact, dawning a burgundy gloss to her lips, and even some dark eyeliner, he finally noticed. It was like the woman had way more time to prepare for this than she let on!

"Come on Hayase, you could also look nice for your boyfriend you know," Misaki said, putting her arms around her sister's neck and leaning down to snuggle her a bit, the girl tensing up at the motion from years of Judo scares with her sister. "You would like that, wouldn't you, Naoto?"

As she coo'd right next to her sister's ear, her dark eyes staring at Naoto, the boy found himself being assaulted by both of their gazes as he looked around nervously, stammering.

"I-I, um… I think that… Hayase is always beautiful anyways," he managed, pushing up on his glasses as his mind moved a million miles a second. "E-Especially when she's concentrating on Judo! Er… Just not in a weird way… I-I like her devotion and passion."

Trailing off and wondering if he blew it, Naoto managed to look at them after a moment, finding that Nagatoro was blushing heavily and that her sister had released her, patting her head with a toothy grin.

"Well, maybe he is a keeper sis," Misaki said, before walking past her sister to sit right beside Naoto instead of across from him like they had planned. "Though I wonder if he really is genuine. Men can be pretty shallow after all…"

"Of course Senpai is genuine! He might be creepy, weird, nerdy, and have sweaty hands, but he's totally legit!"

"O-Oh, that's not…"

Naoto trailed off and smiled as Nagatoro tried to defend him while simultaneously insulting him a bit. It was a pretty common occurrence at this point, but it was sweet either way.

"Oh really?" Misaki leaned forward on the kotatsu, resting her chin on her hand. "Want to test that theory, Hayase?"

Nagatoro scowled and nodded furiously, crossing her arms defiantly.

"Okaaay…" Misaki put an arm around Naoto, who tensed up. "Then how about you get fifteen minutes to get as prettied up as you can for your Senpai, and we'll see how he reacts."

Naoto didn't know what to say, too busy staring directly at Nagatoro as if the woman pressing into him from the side didn't exist. His eyes were pleading her not to do it, but he already knew that Nagatoro wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

Grinning with confidence, Nagatoro turned away from them, her skirt fluttering a bit with a flourish.

"Fine! I'll be back! Don't die, Senpai," she said in a deeper tone, giving a thumbs up as she left, as if walking away from an epic anime scene.

"B-But–"

It was too late. They could hear Nagatoro rush up to her room, leaving Naoto and Misaki alone in the living room.

Seeking solace in the kotatsu, Naoto slunk a little bit more under its cover and looked away from the eldest sibling. However, she clearly wasn't having it as she lifted one of her soft hands to his cheek and gently turned his head to look at her.

"Why won't you look at me, Naoto-senpai?" She offered a small smile, her maroon eyes staring straight into his very soul.

"I-I'm just… You… Look nice, big sis," he said, trying to turn his head away, but her hand was very insistent on keeping him looking her way. "T-That's all."

The smallest of blushes appeared on Naoto's cheeks and she grinned, petting his cheek gently before leaning in close, her lips pressing softly to his ear, making him tense up.

"You will be good for my sister, won't you? I love her a lot."

Her whisper made him gulp, and he slowly nodded.

"I-I do too," he responded.

Leaning back, MIsaki leaned back and smiled, her face inches away from his. He returned the smile as confidently as he could, but this closeness was still too much as a sweet fragrance reached his nostrils, making him realize that she was even wearing some sort of perfume on top of everything else!

"Have you kissed her yet? You can be honest," Misaki wondered.

"N-No, not yet. She wants to wait for the right time," he answered honestly.

Nodding, Misaki seemed to think for a second as she tapped her fingers on the kotatsu, then she held up a finger as if an idea struck her.

"Want some practice?"

There was a thud from under the kotatsu from Naoto's panicked movement, but the implication of the sudden noise under there wasn't lost on him as he held up his hands.

"I-I don't know, how would I…?"

The thought of Sunomiya filled his mind for a moment. The girl's innocent look and how she was certainly trying to seduce him in the art club was very similar to what he was seeing now, his eyes occasionally moving down to Misaki's nearly fully exposed chest from time to time.

"Isn't it obvious? You can kiss me," Misaki said, pressing her lips for a moment as if to add emphasis. "This isn't a trap either. I want Hayase to be happy, and I can help you do better on that front. Though the way she's talked about you for the past year… You're doing pretty well."

Misaki gave a genuine smile that warmed Naoto a bit, despite what she was implying. His first reaction was to outright say no, and he certainly would have gotten flustered and denied her, except for that nagging memory in his brain of seeing Sunomiya desperate before him. That damned girl had ruined his ideal thoughts of being with Nagatoro forever in the future, and now left him contemplating the girl's offer.

I can't… This is just… Wrong, he thought. I don't want to hurt Hayase… Eh?

As he got deep in contemplation, he saw it again– that look. Misaki's eyes were gazing at him with evident worry, her lips quivering lightly, hand slowly pulling away from his cheek.

It's just like then again…!

The sight of Nagatoro staring him down nervously before he told her how he felt, except this time the exceptionally beautiful Misaki was doing the same.

His heart beating rapidly, Naoto found himself grabbing the girl's hand gently when she fully pulled it away from his cheek. It was a bit cold, just like Nagatoro's hands often were, and he gave it a light squeeze.

"I-I would like the help," he said softly, as if worried to be overheard. "If it will make you happy too."

Misaki's blush grew, giving Naoto the first glimpse of Misaki was a girl rather than an insurmountable obstacle that wished to impede his relationship. This helped a lot with what was about to happen, and he steeled his nerves as she pressed in closer to him.

"I knew you were as smart as she's said," Misaki coo'd, grinning, holding his hand tighter, her other arm going around his neck as she got closer… and closer. "We don't have long, but try to learn quick, okay?"

Naoto didn't have a chance. He figured there might be lip-to-lip contact in this 'kissing training', but he also assumed she might give him some pointers first or offer helpful tips via telling him about her experience.

Nope. Misaki Nagatoro kissed him. That was his training.

As her soft lips pressed against his, Naoto felt warmth rush through him. Her head swiveled slightly, allowing her to slowly part both of their lips together, the girl pushing her body against his, soft mounds pressing against his chest.

Forced to lean back from the assault, Naoto didn't know what to do, staring directly into Misaki's eyes as she pressed into the kiss more. His lips showed a lack of experience as they tried to return it, but the sheer pressure of Misaki's own kiss was too much.

Then he felt it. Her tongue slipped between his lips, greeting his own that was loosely moving around. Once they touched, his tongue stopped its erratic movements and began to flick along hers, Naoto experiencing something that no amount of teasing from Nagatoro could have ever accomplished as he was helplessly excited by what was happening.

Her tongue guided his to calm and swirl together in an elegant dance, while her lips gently pulsed against his own, as if massaging them. He could only helplessly sit, certainly not learning a single thing except the fact that Misaki was an incredible woman.

Naoto jumped when he felt a hand on his pants under the tonkatsu, pressing softly against the tent that had formed there helplessly.

"Focus," Misaki muttered through their kiss as her tongue pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting them before she kissed and licked every inch of his lips to take it back. "Don't let Hayase win so easily."

Her soft, almost purring words and hand caressing his bulge was too much to handle. His arms moved to Misaki's hips, instinctively pulling her even closer til she was practically straddling his lap and he was moved out from the tokatus. The girl giggled giddily at the motion.

"What a good boy…~"

Those words seemed to alert Naoto's mind as the girl kissed him again and their tongues began a hotter and more wild waltz than before.

She's… enjoying this… too much…!

Misaki wasn't trying to teach him how to kiss– Well, not entirely at least. This girls was clearly excited to do this with him, and was enjoying every single moment of it! As his hands moved up her skirt to grab her butt and pull her even more into his lap, she made a soft noise of delight that only confirmed it even more.

Nagatoros are dangerous!

His sheer willpower fighting against the raging feelings of desire, Naoto tried to fight off her invading tongue, but only made their kiss that much more hotter and desperate as she laid more and more onto him.

H-Hayase…! I'm… sorry!

He was losing. Naoto would succumb to whatever Misaki desired, there was no way to–

Misaki suddenly pulled back, letting out a gasp and panting for air as Naoto did the same. At this point, he was leaning back on his arms, Misaki straddling his lap, her panties pressing against his twitching bulge. His arms were a bit shaky from his lack of strength, held up by his sheer mental fortitude as he had known if he went fully back to the floor, he would lose!

Thankfully, Misaki slowly retreated her advance, helping him sit up with her arm around his neck, her other hand gently caressing his chest as she scooted back from his crotch, freeing his poor erection.

"Oops…" That was all Misaki said as she licked her lips, eyes still staring at Naoto like a starving animal.

Naoto felt how much his face was burning up as he turned to slide under the tonkatsu again, not wanting his bulging pants to be out in the open. The two sat in silence for a short while, both blushing and breathing heavily, needing to calm down.

Eventually, Misaki leaned to a nearby cabinet and snagged some tissues, offering them to Naoto, who looked at them with confusion. She grinned.

"You might want to clean up," she said, motioning to her lips, then towards his own.

Panicking, Naoto pulled out his phone to get a look at himself, seeing the sheer amount of burgundy lipstick that was staining his lips and around then. He furiously began to rub it off, thankful that it seemed to come off fairly easily, before sighing in relief.

"You missed a spot," Misaki said, reaching over with a tissue to wipe along his ear where she had whispered to him earlier, smiling warmly.

"T-Thanks…"

He looked to her now with a new light completely. Gone was the terrifying presence that had spurred him and Nagatoro on towards their relationship. Now, she looked like a true big sis– A beautiful woman who cared deeply for others, especially her family. Naoto gave a genuine smile towards her, adjusting his glasses as he let the thoughts he'd had earlier slip from his mind.

She was really doing it for Hayase, not for me, or herself, he decided, even if the truth was more sinister than that– it was what he needed to believe.

Misaki reached out to pat Naoto's head softly before gathering the tissues and standing to go throw them away. When she returned, she sat opposite of him at the tonkatsu, leaning her head on her hand and looking almost melancholic.

"I'm not a very good teacher yet, but that's what university is for," Misaki said with a sigh. "I'll get there eventually."

Naoto looked from her very revealing blouse up to her face, shaking his head and offering her a smile.

"N-Not at all! I think you're a great teacher!"

Misaki grinned at him. "A little too eager there. Calm down, Mr. Senpai. Save some for Hayase."

Naoto blushed, and Misaki laughed. The clock on the wall showed that Nagatoro had only been gone for under ten minutes, but they could hear rapid footsteps rushing down towards them as she arrived in her Judo-gi, hair tied back in a ponytail, putting her arms out to her side as she took up a confident stance and began to proclaim loudly:

"Senpai! It's your favorite!"

"W-Why are you yelling?!" Naoto looked her over, blushing intensely at the wonderful sight. It wasn't like Misaki's outfit, which was clearly purposefully provocative, but it was Nagatoro in her natural element– Passionate, and–

I-Is that makeup too?!

Sure enough, Nagatoro was wearing more subtle pale-pink lipstick and some other workings along her face. It was nothing he would notice right away, just enough to make her look even more pristine and perfect than normal, which he found himself preferring a lot more to the more obvious make up Misaki had gone for.

"Go on! Tell me," Nagatoro insisted loudly.

"I love it," he said back. "R-Really!'

"Do you?!"

"I-I do! I love you Hayase!"

They both froze as he proclaimed that very loudly. Misaki let out a hearty laugh at how flustered the two got.

"I feel like I have nothing to worry about," Misaki said with a grin.

With that, the time at the Nagatoro household slowly wound down, and Hayase was soon stepping out with Naoto as he turned to wave towards Misaki that was watching him go.

"Senpai… What did my big sister tell you?" Nagatoro eyed him suspiciously. "You two seem a little closer, it's a little…"

"Creepy?"

"You said it, not me," Nagatoro said, sticking her tongue out and poking his stomach.

Naoto chuckled nervously. Thankfully, seeing Nagatoro in her Judo-gi like this was helping wash away the intense memories of Misaki, and in fact, his spirits had never been higher than they were right now.

Thanks, he thought towards Misaki, knowing that she had bolstered his confidence a lot, even if it was just temporary, as he took a step towards Nagatoro and placed his hands at her hips.

Nagatoro's eyes widened as she seemed to instinctively take a step forward as well, their bodies pressing together lightly, lifting up slightly as she got up on her tip-toes as Naoto leaned his head down.

And they kissed.

To Be Continued

Next Chapter: Treat Her Right, Naoto! (Sakura I)