Chapter 22: Going to School

I roused from my dreamlike conquest upon hearing the snores coming from my alarm clock.

The sky was still a bit dark; although faint chirping of birds and croaking of frogs could already be heard. Their rhythmic noises sounded like a lullaby, however.

My eyelids were heavy, but, driven with a sense of responsibility, I got up from my bed and shook my alarm clock up.

"It's already morning."

The clock's (-___-) eyes opened and it turned to this (o___O).

"Hey....wtf? It's my duty to wake you up, not the other way 'round."

"You just did; your snoring was too loud earlier."

Now he made a (=_____=) face.

"I had too much graveyard shifts lately."

"Are you okay?"

"Miserable as usual."

"That's good."

"How's your biological clock doing?"

"I'd feel like sleeping again. Wake me up at the usual time but don't continuously yammer at my ears. Do it in for 15 second every 5 minutes."

The clock made a salute (^__^)7 and left me to wrap myself in the comfy blanket.

...

As much as waking up early was great, since you could just bask in the gentleness of nature and most of all—it's so tranquil—nothing beats the joy of procrastinating when the alarm bell tolls.

The series of beep-beep came when with morning sun permeating the blinds.

"Five more Earth minutes." I often had a dream that I was an alien.

I was also paranoid about the hidden powers that seem to be watching me in the dark.

I was especially scared of eyeballs popping out of nowhere.

Really...

"Wake up—what time you think it is! Do you even want to go to school? What use is the alarm if you couldn't even get up on your own?"

I opened my eyes to see my mother's face—thank goodness it wasn't a big eyeball.

I didn't say anything to her since whatever I thought up would just make her angry. I just nod and say 'Yes' when it's appropriate. Opening up the curtains, the light of beginnings greeted me once more.

This warmth when the rays showered my skin was the best. It's a scrumptious reward for those who'd always woke up late. The same thing with setting up the alarm earlier so you could procrastinate more. Careful not to set it too early else you'd lost the momentum; ending up more sleepy with the constant alarm interruptions.

"What are you waiting for! Go wash your face and change your clothes! Breakfast is downstairs."

"You're not asking me to bathe, Mom?"

"What difference it'd make! Whether you'd take baths or not, you still stink! You should follow your little sister's example, even though she never took baths at all, her scent was always lovely!"

Mom, that was really disturbing. Both of you are girls and furthermore, you're mother and daughter—I approve of this.

..but that wasn't how logic was supposed to work. I'm not her—if I didn't take a bath for long I'd smell worse than poop.

Besides, she actually did take baths and it was even faster than me. Sometimes she was so sleepy she asked me to scrub her body. Even though we're boy and girl, she's my sister---there's no reason I'd get a hard-on looking at her body, even though she was one of the cutest girls in my school.

Her expression after waking up was priceless though, I couldn't help but laugh every time. It was worth to be the one waking her up. For a good reason, she banned Mom from entering her room, so the only one who could do that was me.

What about my Dad, you ask? Well, that's a long story. You could say 'he' was doing 'his' best somewhere else to support the family. Don't worry, 'he' is still alive.

"Mom."

"What now! Can't you see I'm busy cleaning up your room?"

"Can I skip school so I could take baths all day?"

"What are you, a fish? Even girls would not take all day to bathe. Go to school already! It's a pain to have you all day and I want to make sure the teachers had their share dealing with you. Ohhh...if only your little sister would skip school more, Mother is lonely..."

I was really curious, did she actually knew about this? Could be, that's why she banned her.

I didn't know it'd be that effective, seeing as Mom was so damn stubborn. Maybe it's just me.

...

Since Mom wanted me out fast, I went to my little sister's room and used her bathroom.

Judging by the unkempt bedcover and various plush animals scattered on the floor and some lying out of order in her bed, she must be up already.

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Her scent was kinda faint in here so it might be a while. My little sister had a girlish smell similar to a strawberry and it made you thought of a pink color. Her room also had the cutesy feel with plush animals, dolls—her bookcases were filled with perverted manga though.

There was various lingerie of hers hanging on the clothes rack. Contrary to her carefree demeanor, she seems to have quite some sets of racy underwear.

She told me a few times about her 'girlfriend' staying over, with a smug face telling it might be her friend's. She was the cutest girl in school, with her being a very close second.

Well, aside from her scent, the bathroom wasn't that much different than mine.

Anyway, each time she woke up early...well, forget 'bout it. No need to pry upon their private matters.

...

The shower took about ten minutes I suppose? Add that with few minutes changing to my uniform. I went to the dining room to see only a set of plate, fork, and knife; there's also an empty porcelain glass present.

No signs of any meals were there.

If you didn't know my little sister, you'd probably thought the food wasn't there. In fact, the food was already present.

Her home cooking was impeccable as usual. She also left a 'lunchbox' for me on the side table.

I grabbed on the plate and the crispness of a porcelain melted in my mouth. The same with the metallic crunch of the knife and fork. Apparently the solid-state of the glass were temperate. When it came into contact with your mouth, you could even drink the glass itself!

It was very delicious.

I was about to look around the kitchen for my lil sis, but realizing it was about time, I hurried to the entrance to see her shoes weren't present.

Bidding a farewell as I exited the house, I grabbed my bicycle; my backpack tucked neatly on my shoulders.

Pedaling forth across the neighborhood, running over the same rabid dog to death I eventually arrived at school.

Students with the same uniform as me were walking inside the school building, with one of them completely naked but people ignored her anyway.

The exhibitionist was extremely beautiful though, even more so than my sis' girlfriend. How could anyone neglect such existence? She had a pink hair with rainbow colors painted over the end of her hair strands.

Her chest was really large, around F cup maybe. The butt also looks plump and bouncy. When our eyes met, she winked one eye at me and before I noticed, I walked together with her to my class.

...wait, something does not add up.

"Today we have a transfer student. Her name is...."

"...you can sit on him."

I really should be happy when a naked gal with an explosive body sat on my lap the entire day.

...but I really couldn't.

What did the hell happen?

I just knew, on the next day, it's my turn to sit on her lap.

At that moment, I felt chills running down my spine when there's some hard object poking my butt.

That's strange, when I saw her naked, she clearly did not have a dinghy. When we went and changed classes, I managed to reach out and touch her area, and the object was actually there, and moreover—it's extremely hard and erect!

I just have to be careful not to drop any soap. Even if I drop it, I could make do with just spraying my flesh with water.

..but maybe since she's so cute, it'd be fine.

When I asked her why people did not seem to mind her naked, her answer was...

"What are you talking about? My clothes were visible, the only one who couldn't see or feel them is you. It was the same with my...pee-pee..." it ends up with a disgusting blush.

"Why me?"

"Try to guess the answer yourself, I'm not telling!"

....and so the days passed me by like that.

Was it because I'm a pervert?

I noticed it when I opened my social media after a long time.

No, you're the pervert. Your whole family is perverted. Your ancestor is the god of hentai.

...why me though?

The harem MC guys never asked this question, but I already asked this twice in a short span of time.

"Birds of the same feather flock together." said the Goddess, shamelessly bearing her lewd, naked body with beautiful girls wearing scantily-clad lingerie on each arm.

Can I give up now?