The kitchen's warm glow was nothing compared to Kitsune's blazing attitude—decked out in her scandalous short skirt, fishnet tights, and chains jangling like they were begging for attention. Her eyes locked on Taiyo like a predator sizing up her favorite victim.
Taiyo stumbled in, hoodie hanging off one shoulder, cheeks still pink from last night's accidental hentai marathon. The smell of tamagoyaki couldn't cover the tension sizzling between them.
Before he could even breathe, the infamous gyaru trio barreled in—Blondie, Pinkie, and Tealie—each with a devilish smirk like they knew all the juicy secrets.
Blondie leaned in, licking her lips. "Ooooh, girl, who's this shy little beta living under your roof? Your 'roommate' or your personal fucktoy?"
Taiyo nearly choked. "I'm her brother! For fuck's sake!"
Kitsune chuckled, stepping closer, voice dripping honey and venom. "Roommate sounds so vanilla anyway. More like that kinky doujinshi shit where brother and sister accidentally end up in compromising positions—if ya catch my drift."
Pinkie winked, tracing a finger along Taiyo's jaw. "Yeah, like those late-night 'help with homework' sessions that turn into… handy lessons."
Tealie giggled, "Or the times they 'borrow' each other's clothes and forget to put them back."
Taiyo's face flushed fire-engine red. "You're all disgusting!"
Kitsune smirked wider, eyes flickering with wicked amusement. "Hey, you were the one checking out Yuki's ID stats like some desperate pervert trying to unlock her hidden skills—and probably fantasizing about how to 'level up' your… personal abilities."
Taiyo stammered, "I did NOT!"
"Oh, but you did," Kitsune purred, stepping even closer, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "And don't think I didn't catch you sneaking peeks at my stats either, little bro. Trying to see if your big sis is a legit waifu material or just a fun side quest."
The gyaru squad erupted, imagining the filthy doujinshi panels where the 'siblings' keep accidentally touching each other and blushing like sinners caught in the act.
Pinkie cooed, "It's like, every damn day they live in this fucked-up 'brother and sister' trope, but everyone knows the real plot is in those secret midnight 'missions.'"
Blondie smirked, "Locked in one apartment, always sneaking glances, maybe even a little 'unintentional' skinship—talk about overflow, am I right?"
Kitsune threw her arm around Taiyo's neck, tugging him close with a wicked grin. "Yep, that's my 'roommate.' Totally clueless, completely dense, and probably dreaming about something he shouldn't be."
Taiyo groaned, burying his face in his sleeve. "God, I'm doomed."