Part 4

The day passed without anything of interest happening. It also seemed to go by in a flash, though after some self-reflection, Izayoi realized that it actually did go by at the same rate as it always did…he was simply four hours late, that’s all.

"Way to go Third String!” a voice called out behind him, prompting a look. “Really handled things like a pro in there."

Shizuka.

"Seriously, you couldn’t come up with a better excuse?"

And Asami.

This was all he needed.

Izayoi sighed and told them "I’m not in the mood."

Shizuka’s face immediately morphed into a violent scowl. "Hey, remove that stick up your ass, will ya?"

"Or better yet, let us do it,” Asami added, smirking cruelly. “We’ll make sure it comes out nice and easy."

"Sideways of course!" Shizuka and Asami reveled in their shared laughter. It came as no surprise to Izayoi why Shizuka and Asami were here. If he had to describe them, he’d say they were the nastier, more asshole versions of Kengo and Kai.

Only with breasts and a pussy each of course.

Except Shizuka.

Izayoi remained unconvinced that she was not packing some super mega futa cock underneath that skirt that she used to screw over those she deemed as inferior life forms.

"How’d you even end up in Summer School in the first place?" Shizuka asked. This actually came across as a question she genuinely wanted to know the answer to.

"Yeah, aren’t you supposed to be smart or something?"

"Evidently not since I’m here, aren’t I?" Izayoi replied. Unlike him, Shizuka and Asami were most like staples of summer remedial lessons. Not surprising given how they hardly ever attended normal classes.

Given their generous size, he also couldn’t help but stare at their chests.

Their tits are fucking huge!

Either they had really, really good genes or they were not the same age as him.

…or all their calories just went into their boobs.

"So, what’s the real reason you skipped out today?" Shizuka asked again, more insistent this time.

"I told you,” Izayoi started to say. “I had to play chauffeur for my sister."

Neither of them look convinced.

"Hey Shizuka, let’s hit up the club. See if we can’t find someone to play with." The way Asami said it made it sound like she was scheming up something sinister.

"Sure. Wanna tag along Third String?" Izayoi was slightly taken aback by the question. It did sound like a genuine invitation.

But so weird.

Not even a moment ago these two had been busting his balls and making fun of him, yet now they were inviting him to hang out?

"I’ll pass, but thanks."

Izayoi’s refusal to their invitation barely fazed either of them.

"Suit yourself."

"See ya around Third String!"

He watched them leave and gave another disappointing sigh.

If this had been any other day he’d most likely have jumped at the chance to hang out with those two.

"Izayoi!" A new voice called out.

"Huh?"

Ms. Takagawa could be seen power walking over, but nothing about her body language indicated urgency.

"Ms. Takagawa? Is something wrong?"

"You tell me."

Never mind.

There was that body language. It simply needed to catch up with the rest of her.

“…”

"What's happening with you Izayoi?” She sounded upset, but in a sincere sort of way. “You're a bright student. Lazy, but bright. You don't belong here."

"..."

She wasn’t wrong there. He didn’t belong.

"I don't know,” Izayoi said still uncertain as to how he was meant to answer her question. He couldn’t tell her the truth. “Maybe I hit a hiccup or something. It's no big deal. I can make up the credits and then I'm good."

Nothing he had just said seemed to have convinced Ms. Takagawa even in the slightest.

"Is everything alright at home?"

"Of course it is. I've just been really busy lately."

"Doing what exactly?"

"Just...stuff." Izayoi couldn’t help but compare himself to a criminal with something to hide. The silence that followed was equal parts uncomfortable and unbearable.

"Fine. But if you change your mind, if you need to talk to someone about it, you know I'm available right."

Izayoi took a moment to appreciate this woman. She really was a most excellent teacher.

"You really don't have to do this you know?” He told her. “Pretty soon, I won’t be your responsibility anymore."

"That's where we differ.” Ms. Takagawa’s smile somehow cut straight through Izayoi’s defenses. She was simply radiant. The epitome of grace and elegance. “You don't stop being my student when you graduate.”

“?”

“Because you're never too old to learn something new.”

"If you say so." Izayoi decided he wasn’t going to pretend like he understood her logic. Instead, he’d simply be grateful that she cared enough.

"Thank you Ms. Takagawa."

“Minori is fine when they’re out of school,” she corrected.

"Okay...Minori,” Izayoi tried again.

.

..

.

..

…

"Does it feel weird calling me Minori?"

"I’ll get used to it.”

***

He’d lost track of the disparaging sighs he let out today. Closing the front door behind him, Izayoi took off his shoes. "What a day... A long… Miserable… Waste of a day…"

It took some doing, but he eventually managed to not do a single thing that he really wanted.

That was an impressive feat. The clock revealed that he still had two hours left before the day was officially used up.

"Maybe I’ll just watch a movie or something."

It was funny really. After wasting so much time on other things, the idea of doing something productive such as working suddenly felt alien to Izayoi.

He opened the fridge and fished out the mango juice carton.

*gulp*

*gulp* *gulp*

*gulp* *gulp* *gulp*

"Ice cold. Delicious."

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Izayoi flinched and slammed the fridge door shut, only to find Akiza staring daggers at him. Not only that but she was standing in front of him in her underwear of all things.

"I think I'm the one who should be asking that. Gawd, what is wrong with you?! Put some clothes on! Tramp."

"Tck."

"I’ve asked you a million times not to drink from the carton!"

"What’s the matter? Afraid you’ll catch my cooties?"

"Get over yourself."

"I will...As soon as get some clothes over those tits!"

Akiza stood five foot four inches. Toned frame. Round breasts like full watermelons. A slim, tight wait. Legs that went on for miles. Plus, she had a really tight ass.

...which Izayoi never looked at...

...36DD breasts…

It was unavoidable.

With a body like that, she could pick and choose. It was just such a damn shame that the mind piloting this beautiful vessel was garbage.

"What’s wrong? Afraid I’ll spot your sister-boner?"

Izayoi didn’t want to admit it, but yes. And how could she blame me for that? She was standing there with everything on display. It would be impossible not to stare.

"Oh my god, you’re checking me out, aren’t you?" Akiza finally covered her chest with her hands. Too late though.

"On second thought, maybe you shouldn’t dress up. All that circulation is cutting off the oxygen to your brain,” Izayoi hissed back. In moments like these it was important to stand one’s ground.

"You're aware that you don’t have to be a complete dick, all the time, right?"

He had to stand his ground.

Izayoi took another long sip from the cart out of spite. He’d quenched his thirst, but he also knew how much this got under her skin.

"You’re such a tool!"

"And you're a hussy!"

"Asshole!"

"Slut!"

"Freak!"

"BITCH!"

"AAAAAAAARGH!"

"What on earth is going on in here?" A third voice yelled into the room. The siblings turned to see Yukie carrying some grocery bags into the next room. She looked absolutely fuming. "I can hear you all the way from the front door!"

"Don’t look at me,” Akiza proclaimed. She transitioned from covering her breasts like an embarrassed school girl in an anime to folding them over her tits like an upset school girl in an anime.

"Hey! I’m not two articles of clothing away from prancing around in my birthday suit!"

"Well, maybe if you didn’t insist on having the manners of a six-year-old, I wouldn’t—"

"Enough! Both of you!" Yukie bellowed over them. "You are behaving like children! Izayoi, if you insist on drinking from the cart, then buy your own."

Akiza seized the moment to stick her tongue out at him, safely behind Yukie, prompting Izayoi to wonder how should could make the claim that he was the immature one.

"And Aki, for the love of god, put some clothes on if you’re coming downstairs. What if I’d brought someone over just now?"

Now it was Izayoi’s turn to stick his tongue out at her.

"..."

Maybe I am the immature one.

But it felt good to do it regardless.

"Can’t you two go one day without fighting?"

 Yukie retooled her anger with discontent.

"…"

"…"

"Izayoi, there are more bags in the car. Will you please fetch them?"

He nodded and quietly slipped past, maneuvering around Akiza as she insisted on not stepping out of the way.

…Worst.

…Sister.

…Ever.

Izayoi switched on his PC as soon as he entered his room before collapsing on the bed and taking a moment to rest his body while waiting for the terminal to boot up.

It had been two years by this point and he still couldn’t recall a single compliment, nice sentiment or generally favorable remark made between him and Akiza.

Thinking on it, he came to the conclusion that even though it had already been two years, there was still time for the two of them get along.

Learn to like each other.

Preferably before one of them murdered the other.

The PC log-in jingle alerted him that it was ready to tackle the workload for the evening.

Checking job postings had become routine these last couple of months, more so out of necessity than anything else.

It was mostly freelance work. Capturing data on sheets, editing videos, ghost writing. That sort of thing.

Every bit helped.

Izayoi couldn’t help but count his blessings looking at the decent Regulars List he’d managed to build up since starting. But instead of a sigh of relief, a groan escaped his mouth.

One gig.

He let out another disparaging groan as soon as he saw who the assignment was from.

Nimrod.

Izayoi fleetingly scanned over the posting before downloading the material. He only knew Nimrod by their online poster name, but he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that whoever Nimrod was, they had no problem paying a lot.

"Might as well get this over with.” Izayoi steeled himself once the material had finished downloading. Thankfully the gig only involved proofreading the script for Nimrod’s next video. It was a tedious job by every stretch of the imagination, but needs must.

Izayoi also knew that by taking this pathetically weak job posting, Nimrod would eventually throw him a much bigger fish.

Next time, we check out what Akiza's story is. A tale has two sides, right?

Thank you one and all for sticking with me this far. I hope you're enjoying yourselves and I hope you continue to do so.