At that moment, he was surprised to discover that the curtains in the room had not been drawn--
Because of the reflection on the glass, the scene inside the room was reflected clearly.
Naturally, this included the girl behind Shirou, who had already stripped down to nothing but her underwear.
The underwear was light blue, with lace trim.
It was a little too mature for a girl in her teens, but it suited Sister Aoko's perfect figure just right.
"..."
Shirou was conflicted.
Should I warn Sister Aoko? She'd be embarrassed, wouldn't she? Would it be better not to say anything?
After thinking it over again and again, the boy still couldn't go against his conscience. "Um... Aoko..."
"Sorry, can whatever you want to say wait until later?"
The girl undid the clasp of her underwear and began wiping away the sweat that had gathered in the crevices with a towel.
As she wiped, two enormous, full mounds shifted and changed shape seductively.
Just how soft did they have to be to move like that...?
Shirou regretfully closed his eyes.
Two minutes later, Aoko had changed into fresh underwear and put on comfortable pajamas. She told Shirou that he could turn around now.
However, Shirou was already unable to look her in the face.
"Don't you need to sleep on the bed?"
"I can sleep on the floor."
"Is that so...? Well, that works too."
Aoko nodded thoughtfully.
Fortunately, Aoko had common sense. Unlike Irisviel, she wouldn't force herself to sleep in the same bed with him. Shirou breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then good night. Tell me more about Shirou tomorrow."
"Okay."
What he had expected to be a long and agonizing night ended uneventfully.
The point in time Shirou had jumped to was December 1989.
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