I woke up that morning…
No, scratch that.
I didn't wake up. I suffocated.
Yeah—deluxe suffocation.
Warm. Fragrant. Soft.
Deadly.
I opened one eye… then the other… and realized I was in hell.
A small, warm body was lying on my chest… no, sprawled across me like a spoiled cat.
Silvery hair cascaded down over my face, my neck, my chest…
Soft breathing tickled my ear.
But the real disaster?
It was what lay beneath that angelic face.
Her butt.
Right on my face.
"….."
For a moment, I forgot my name. My religion. My gender. Why I was even alive.
All I could see was her tight white shorts wedged between her thighs and the warmth that made me shiver.
I stared at the ceiling with a sigh.
"God… is this a dream? Or have I finally ascended to heaven?"
I tried to move her gently.
But she murmured in her sleep, "Don't move… you're warm…"
Then she pushed herself down harder. Like she was claiming her eternal pillow.
My face.
"..."
Inside my head, two voices began arguing.
One said: Get up, you sick bastard! That's your sister!
The other whispered: Step-sister. That's a key difference.
And while I was drowning in that ethical debate…
My hand moved on its own.
Fingers slid gently along her thigh.
Just a soft touch… a light tease…
Then her eyes snapped open.
She looked at me.
I looked at her.
We both looked at my hand… still stupidly in place.
Then—
"AAAAAAAAAAHH!! YOU PERVERTED SCUMBAG!!"
Cue the kicking. The punching. The screaming. The tears.
**
Thirty minutes later, I sat on the floor with an ice pack on my head.
She was on the bed crying.
"You… always… touch me… knowing I get embarrassed… You're a monster…"
She wiped her tears with the sleeve of her short white pajama shirt—barely covering her chest, which looked slightly swollen… maybe from sleep pressure.
Or maybe from how I was staring.
I smirked, "But I was asleep too… Maybe you pounced on me this time, Yui."
She looked up, eyes trembling.
"N-no way! There's no way I'd… sleep like that on top of you!"
"Then why does your body look like it… really enjoyed it?"
She turned tomato red. Her legs squirmed together, and she turned her face away.
"T-that's none of your business, you mutt…"
Then she whispered, barely audible:
"… I was just… cold."
Victory grin, achieved.
I slid closer, sat beside her on the bed.
Put my hand gently on her shoulder and whispered in mock concern:
"Don't worry, little sister… If you ever feel cold again, I'll make sure there's not a single warm spot on you I haven't touched."
SLAP.
Then tears.
Then… she fell asleep on my shoulder.
**
And that's how the first episode of "Yui & Her Human Pillow" began.
Every day's a new adventure.
Every night's a new "accidental sin."
Wrapped up in the innocent slogan: "I swear, I didn't mean it!"
But hey…
I love this game.
And deep down…
I'm pretty damn sure she's starting to love it too.