Little-Head Daddy, Big-Head Son

Nakano Ichika had received new information.

Then she remembered, Never mind Yukinoshita for now. I still have something important to do.

Before Fushimi Makoto could say anything, she blinked her eyes and moved closer, her soft, sweet-smelling body leaning in as she made a cute face and tilted her head. "You gave Nino a massage as a treat, so what about me?"

Fushimi Makoto put down the knife and opened his arms to her.

Nakano Ichika's eyes lit up. Pretending to be shy, she said, "A hug? I don't think that's enough."

Though she said that, she was very eager, leaning right into Fushimi Makoto's arms.

There was no denying that the five sisters were very well-endowed.

It was only a simple movement, but when she leaned against him, Fushimi Makoto could feel her incredible softness.

He put an arm around her slender waist, lowered his head, and leaned close to her glistening ear. "Acting cute won't work on me."

Nakano Ichika's body trembled slightly.

They were so close that Fushimi Makoto's warm breath brushed her ear and neck. She was good at banter, but had no real experience, and her mind went blank for a moment.

This time, the shyness on her face wasn't an act. A ripple of embarrassment stirred in her watery eyes as she slowly lifted her flushed face and met Fushimi Makoto's gaze.

"Why do you say I'm acting cute? Am I not cute?"

She fought her embarrassment, trying to keep up the banter.

Fushimi Makoto found that amusing.

Still trying to set the mood, huh?

Fine. I'll help you.

Fushimi Makoto gazed into her eyes. His arm tightened around her waist as he said deliberately, "You're cute like this."

Nakano Ichika replied at once, "Then what would make me even cuter?"

Fushimi Makoto wasn't one to hold back. He spoke plainly. "You're wearing thigh-highs today. They look really good on you."

In an instant, Nakano Ichika's body went weak.

She nearly melted into his arms.

She understood what Fushimi Makoto meant: I want to play with your legs.

That blunt, direct approach shattered her flimsy act in an instant.

She instinctively glanced at the half-closed door, then slipped out of Fushimi Makoto's arms and walked over as if nothing had happened. With a bump of her elbow, she shut the kitchen door.

The next moment, she sat down in a chair, her face flushed. She kicked off her slippers and slowly raised her beautiful legs, still clad in thigh-highs.

She was practically Matsukaze Mayu reborn, her voice soft and sweet. "You can only play with them for a little while, okay, big bro~"

Fushimi Makoto was filled with respect.

As expected of the eldest of five sisters. That sudden shift to a soft, sultry voice alone was enough to get a man worked up!

Just then, Nakano Ichika remembered something: Makoto had called her legs "a delicacy."

She didn't mind him licking them, but they were in the kitchen, and there were other people outside.

What if she started enjoying it while he was licking them?

So, blushing, she added, "You can play with them, but no licking."

This little operation sure went all out!

Chapter 46: Little-Head Daddy, Big-Head Son

Nakano Ichika wasn't much of a cook. And with Fushimi Makoto distracting her, she was even less help in the kitchen.

After a while, Fushimi Makoto washed his hands and started chopping vegetables. She slumped against the chair and needed a full ten minutes to recover.

"I'll help you." She braced herself against the chair and stood up.

Her smooth, pale legs were now completely exposed to the air. Under the kitchen lights, they really did live up to the saying: white enough to glow.

As for the thigh-highs she'd been wearing, she'd already given them to Fushimi Makoto.

She'd once had a similar idea: borrow a pair of thigh-highs from Nino, put them on, then give them away.

She hadn't expected that day to come so soon.

What surprised her even more was how weak she was. He'd only played with her legs for a little while, yet her body had gone limp, and she could barely stand.

"Go out and chat with the others. I can handle the rest," Fushimi Makoto said.

Nakano Ichika knew he was looking out for her, so she deliberately said, "You don't think I've run out of energy already, do you? I only took a little break."

"I've noticed you're pretty stubborn, too." After saying that, Fushimi Makoto gestured toward the thigh-highs in his pocket. "Are you sure you want to leave these with me?"

Nakano Ichika gave him a sly wink. "Don't you like them?"

"I don't have a collection fetish. Anyway, aren't you afraid Nino will interrogate you?"

"Relax. I know how to handle Nino."

Realizing she couldn't help much, Nakano Ichika opened the front-facing camera on her phone and fixed her hair before leaving the kitchen.

Fushimi Makoto was still savoring the treat from earlier.

Especially the image of Nakano Ichika, her cheeks flushed and her breath uneven as she half-lay against the chair, gazing at him with glistening eyes while taking off her thigh-highs and handing them over.

That was incredible!

This scene hadn't been part of his plan.

Originally, he'd meant to go along with today's prank and use the chance to raise Nakano Nino's affection for him.

But jealousy over Nino's "massage treat" had egged Nakano Ichika on, and she'd decided to get up to mischief in the kitchen.

By then, there was no way Fushimi Makoto could back out.

So he'd boldly made his request.

As they said, "Little-head daddy, big-head son."

He had to admit, he'd been under her spell for a while there.

Living room.

Nakano Ichika returned and sat down as if nothing had happened. With her personality, it was easy for her to join the conversation.

Nakano Nino hadn't thought much of it at first, but as they chatted, she finally realized Ichika's thigh-highs were missing.

She was always quick to speak up. "Ichika, where are your socks?"

"Oh, I got a little sweaty helping in the kitchen, so I took them off and put them in my pocket." Nakano Ichika had been ready for the question.

No one thought anything of it.

Nakano Nino hadn't, either.

But as everyone started talking about clubs and Fushimi Makoto, Nakano Nino keenly noticed that Ichika seemed distracted.

It wasn't ordinary daydreaming. Every now and then, she'd blush bashfully and giggle to herself.

On top of that, Nakano Nino noticed Ichika quietly pressing her legs together.

The clever Detective Nino immediately spotted something suspicious.

There was something very off about Ichika's expression!

That bashful little look, those occasional, embarrassed movements as she pressed her legs together—why did they seem so familiar?

Nakano Nino soon remembered: that was exactly how she'd looked after Fushimi Makoto massaged her.

So those two had gotten a massage in the kitchen, too?

But the kitchen was so small. What position had Ichika been in for the massage?

Nakano Nino blushed, too.

She was still feeling a little chilly down there...

If Matsukaze Mayu hadn't suddenly shown up, making it awkward to leave, she'd have gone home to change her underwear.

Thinking about that left Nakano Nino feeling strangely unsettled.

She knew Ichika and Fushimi Makoto were close, but Ichika shouldn't sneak off to the kitchen for a massage.

Why go out of their way to hide it from everyone? Nino and Fushimi were friends, and so was Itsuki.

With those mixed feelings, Nakano Nino seized the chance to whisper to Ichika while everyone was helping bring out the dishes. "What were you two doing in the kitchen just now?"

Nakano Ichika remained composed. "Don't you already know? I went over to help, but Makoto thought there was plenty of room for improvement in my cooking. Since I was a guest, he just sent me back."

Nakano Nino's face turned serious. "You asked him to give you a massage, didn't you?"

Seeing her sister suddenly turn so serious, Nakano Ichika asked suspiciously, "Nino, do you care that much about something like that?"

"Huh? What kind of stupid question is that? You're my family. Of course I care," Nakano Nino said quickly.

"Nino, you're acting a little suspicious~" Nakano Ichika drawled.

Nakano Nino blushed. Seeing Itsuki coming over to carry another dish, she hurriedly said, "If you don't want to tell me, forget it. I was only asking."

As Nakano Ichika watched her turn to leave, she casually called after her, "You guessed right. I did ask Makoto to massage me, but there wasn't enough time, so he only gave me a couple of quick strokes. I'm a little disappointed, actually."

"Oh, I see."

With her back to Ichika, Nakano Nino felt a little pleased.

That meant she was the only one who'd gotten to enjoy it.

Watching Nino's steps grow lighter, Nakano Ichika finally realized something serious.

Nino was very easily swayed by a handsome face!

She'd never been in love before. Who could say what might happen if she suddenly spent too much time with a good-looking boy?

Nakano Ichika took a deep breath. She was starting to think her prank plan for today had been too reckless.

Itsuki might not care about romance, but Nino was another matter.

I was here first!

Nakano Ichika would never let anyone sneak ahead.

Even her beloved little sister wasn't allowed to jump the queue!

After everyone finished dinner, Matsukaze Mayu saw that Fushimi Makoto and the others still had club matters to discuss, so she thoughtfully took her leave.

Fushimi Makoto walked her to the door. Seeing that she seemed distracted, he lowered his voice and asked, "When I'm done with the club stuff, should I come find you, or will you come find me?"

Matsukaze Mayu froze, looking both delighted and reserved. "Um, you don't have to worry about me. Take care of what you need to do first."

"I'm almost done here."

Fushimi Makoto was telling the truth. He'd already drawn up a detailed plan. Now all he had to do was have the three Nakano girls read it and answer any questions they had.

"...I understand."

Matsukaze Mayu was a little shy, but her voice was incredibly gentle. "Then I'll come keep you company and chat tonight."

Just chat?

Fushimi Makoto saw through her, but didn't call her out.

After seeing Matsukaze Mayu off, he thought about the system's latest task, then returned to the living room and asked the three girls, "When was the last time you had a meal with your father?"

The three girls looked puzzled.

"Why are you suddenly asking that, Makoto?" Nakano Ichika was the first to speak.

Fushimi Makoto explained, "After meeting Mr. Nakano last time, I got the impression that he really wanted to spend more time with you. But he seems a little awkward about it. So why don't we pick a time and have a meal together?"

"So that's how Father feels?"

The girls exchanged glances.

Fushimi Makoto continued, "If I'm not mistaken, he just can't bring himself to say it. Deep down, he really wants to get along with you."

Nakano Ichika smiled and asked, "Makoto, do you really want to get on good terms with our father that badly?"

Nino and Itsuki looked over at him, too.