The next day.
Mo Chen had just woken up when he felt something squeezing him uncomfortably in a few places.
He tried to get up, only to find that he couldn't move.
What was going on?!
Mo Chen's eyes flew open. Several long snakes were wrapped around him, binding him to the bed along with his blankets.
There was someone else in the room: Mitaraishi Anko, the older sister he'd just recognized the day before.
Anko was sitting on the desk, one foot propped on a chair and the other leg crossed over it. She toyed with a kunai in her hand, smiling at Mo Chen on the bed.
From where Mo Chen lay, he had a perfect view of her beautiful legs in fishnet stockings, and a glimpse of what lay beneath her short skirt.
He had to admit, the Sharingan's dynamic vision was remarkably good.
This was quite the thrilling sight to wake up to. He'd even risen to show his respect.
"Had enough?"
Anko noticed the strange look on Mo Chen's face, but didn't seem to mind. Instead, she smiled and said, "Want to get a little closer, so you can see better?"
"Ahem!" Mo Chen awkwardly looked away, then shifted his body and hurriedly changed the subject. "Anko-sis, what are you doing?"
"What I do depends on you!" Anko hopped down from the desk and came over to Mo Chen. She leaned close and licked his cheek, eyes narrowing. "My dear little brother, don't you think you owe your big sister an explanation?"
"I'll decide what to do based on your answer! If it doesn't satisfy me, I can't promise I won't do something out of line!"
The kunai in her hand slowly slid down. Its pointed end pressed against a certain spot beneath the blanket.