Program 3: The Truth of Lies ~ bool isFalse = true;

Sora could feel something vibrating against his lower. A heat radiated as he started to breathe and moan out softly. Why is it so hot, what is that? I want to move but my arms don’t want to, he thought has the vibrations explored downward. Shifting his hips slightly forced an invigorating stimulation of pleasure as he started to feel something swelling between his thighs. Unable to control his body still lingering in state of sleep paralysis, the vibrations continued to cause him a delight that he was familiar with.

The swelling between his thighs exceeded beyond the confines of the fabric that held everything in place. There was little he could do to stop the pleasure swelling up inside. On the verge of bursting and unable to stop the vibrations that teased the nerves in just the right way, he could only succumb to the ultimate outcome. Yet, just before he could reach enlightenment, the vibrations ceased. In that instance, he felt as if he had regained control of his body. Moving his arms slowly to the point of origin where the vibrations started, there was something hard between his thighs. Oh, I must have fallen asleep with my phone and forgot to put it on my end-table, Sora thought as he checked his phone. Unlocking it revealed to him that Riku had tried to call. Checking his messages he noticed that she had sent over sixteen messages in the span of an hour. Each message was roughly saying the same thing, asking if he was awake.

Sending a single text that stated he was up, Sora took a moment to process the elongated slinky that was begging to traverse the steps of a new world. Removing the covers, the sun arose as he continued to try and figure out what to do with the fire from below. He had end up using the last tissue on the illustration his sister had sent to his phone. With no way to quell the succubus that was begging to released, the only choice was to hope the swelling subsided it. Before he could grab his phone, a vibration started up.

The sudden vibrating phone made him shift his hips and in turn caused pleasure to rise up against. He was on the verge of a blissful send off to the moon before the vibration stopped. Damn it, Riku. Either finish me or let me try to calm this thing down so I can actually get on with my life, Sora thought as he carefully grabbed his phone. A single message had been sent by Riku telling him to wake up so he could get to school on time. His body was in heat and the only thing on his mind was trying to get the pain to stop. He decided to reply to the message in hopes of getting her to stop messaging him. After sending the message which stated he was up in both meanings of the word, he managed to get out of bed without agitating the notable pipe between his thighs. Moving carefully to his door, he opened it slightly to see if his sister was asleep. He could not see any light in the room and decided it was safe to head for the refrigerator.

With slow but careful movements, Sora manoeuvred through the living room like a ninja in the shadows. Opening the refrigerator silently and with like sound he made his way to the bathroom. Closing the door and turning on the light, he could see the massive rod that continued to pulse and throb. Leaning against the wall and dropping his underwear to the floor, he used the cold soda can like an ice pack to subdue the monster. A few minutes passed before he started to notice the swelling going down. His body was in an awkward state and unable to understand just what was going on. Before long, the pain had finally stopped and with a massive bladder ready to burst, he relieved himself. Once he had finished his business, he cracked open the can and exited out to the living room. His sister was still asleep on the couch, appearing almost dead to the world.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness; yet, Sora could make out a faint outline of clothes on the floor. From what he could tell, they looked as if they were the shorts that he had let his sister wear. Wait, if she isn’t wearing shorts, that means she is only sleeping in a shirt and panties. Geez, sis, at least wear some clothes while you sleep. What if I was some creepy pervert? You better be glad that I’m your brother and not one with a sister complex or into that weird stuff, he thought as he made his way over to his sister.

“Wake up, sis. You are a teacher, so you need to be awake and get dressed,” Sora said as he shook his sister’s shoulder gently.

Hime rose from her slumber and rubbed her eyes as she yawned. Grabbing her phone, she took note of the time.

“Do you happen to have an extra school uniform I can borrow?”

“Yeah, it’s another girls uniform. It might not fit you though.”

“I see you were up battling the final boss,” Hime giggled in a sleepy tone as she pointed to blade that was still pointing out slightly.

“Could you at least pretend to act like a normal sister?”

“Estoy excitado… mete mi verga en tu boca.”

Watching his older sister look up into his eyes with a sense of begging and pleading, followed by the soft tantalising moan of her angelic voice made Sora question everything for just a brief moment. He did not understand a single word that his sister had said but the way she looked like a teasing, seductive schoolgirl made his mind shut off and his lower body rise without warning.

Turning away with haste, Sora covered everything like an embarrassed teenage girl. Hime could only laugh as she leaned back into the couch.

“Did that seriously turn you on?” Hime asked as she continued to giggle.

“Shut up! I said be a normal sister, not a lewd sister.”

Sora headed for his room as Hime called out to him.

“But don’t you want a sister who shares in your fun perverted side?”

“I’d rather not have incest vibes, thank you very much.”

Opening up his closet, Sora grabbed the extra school uniform he had along with a pair of black thigh-socks. Exiting out into the living room, he handed his sister the uniform.

“Is it still incest if were not related?” Hime asked.

“We’re related. Both of us were born from the same mother.”

“Sora… I have to confess. We’re not actually related,” Hime joked in a playful tone.

“Can we not relive that awful trope?”

“Not a fan of that rhetorical device?”

“Are you a fan of that? Do you fantasise of doing things to me, your own little brother? I thought you were in a relationship with plants,” Sora joked as he headed back to his room.

“Tentacles are apart of some insectivorous plants. They can go in places you could only dream of.”

“Okay, I know what to get you for your birthday then. Now, get dressed.”

Sora closed his door and picked up his phone. He had received one message from Riku asking him what he was doing and that she was waiting for him. He replied back that he had been talking to his sister about tentacles only to have his phone constantly vibrate. Continuing to ignore his phone, he changed into his school uniform and styled his hair into the trademark pigtails he wore – along with wearing the leg-warmers. Once he had tied off his jacket around his waist, he grabbed his phone and headed out into the living room. For a moment, he could not help but focus on the sight before him. His sister was slowly pulling her black socks up to her thighs.

“Try not to get a nose bleed,” Hime giggled.

Sora quickly wiped his nose to ensure he was not bleeding. After Hime had finished pulling up her other sock, she jumped to her feet and struck a cute pose like a character from an anime or video game.

“There, how do I look?”

“Like a clumsy anime character who has a massive set of mummy milkers for boys to stare at.”

“My chest isn’t that big. I’m only a C-cup.”

“I rest my case. Anyway, we should probably get some breakfast on the way to school.”

Before Sora could take a step for the exit, he felt his sister grab his arm. She smiled as she looked up to him.

“Let’s take a picture!”

Hime smiled as she stood next to Sora. He watched has his older sister held out a peace sign like a typical anime schoolgirl and tried to fit both of them in the picture. Grabbing the phone from his sister’s hand, he held it up at just the right height and angle.

“It makes more sense for me to take the picture since I’m taller.”

“You’re only thirteen centimetres taller than me, little brother,” Hime giggled.

“At least I can reach the top shelf without a stepladder.”

After managing to snap the picture, Sora handed Hime her phone back and made his way to the exit.

“Hey, you managed to show our thighs and feet in this picture. We could totally sell this for major profit!”

“I can disown you as my sibling, you know?”

Upon reaching the exit, Sora was just about to slip on his shoes when he realised his sister had not fired off a remark of her own. Turning around, he could see that she was on the verge of tearing up. While the two of them often had playful banter back and forth there was no denying that he had crossed a line. Approaching her with his arms wide open, he did the only thing he could do – embrace her gently with a warm hug.

“Okay, that was too far for a joke. I’m sorry, sis.”

Sora could feel his sister grip him tightly and burying her face into his chest.

“I would never sell that picture. It’s special to me.”

After wiping away the tears that were forming, Hime smiled and held her phone close to her heart.

“This is the first picture you and I have taken together since we’ve seen each other. I will always treasure it.”

Sora did not say anything as he slipped on his other shoe. Once he and his sister were ready, he exited his dorm room with his sister following in-step by his side. Making their way down the stairs, he pulled out his phone and looked at the three messages that he had yet to read. One was a text message from Riku, the other a text message from his older sister and the final one a notification from Chaos;Chord from one of the many servers he was on. Opening the message from Riku he was greeted with the question of where he was at. Leaving her on ‘read’ like he always did, he opened the message from his sister. Attached to the message was the photo that he had taken of the two of them. Saving the photo, he navigated his applications and checked each of his socials.

“Look, I put the photo as my wallpaper background,” Hime said with a smile.

“Wow. Good for you. Glad you managed to do something a child could do.”

“You think I don’t know why you have that illustration Tina drew as your background? We both know you just like one certain area,” Hime teased.

“So? At least I can be sexually aroused.”

“I mean, you realise I could be, technically speaking.”

“Sis… gross…”

“Hey now, you’re the one that started this. I just corrected you. That being said, along with feeling no sexual attraction—”

“Aside from plants,” Sora interjected in a joking manner.

“Aside from plants, I do not have a sexual drive. Even at university I just didn’t feel it.”

“Sounds like you just need to be with a bunch of plants.”

Hime giggled as Sora watched her jump down from the second step of the stairs to the floor. She was acting like an elementary schoolgirl who skipped around and was cheerful throughout any time of the day.

“I’d rather be with my little brother,” Hime said with a smile.

“As sweet as that was, someone could take that out of context.”

Exiting the building and making his way to the gate, Sora could see the scowl on his childhood friend’s face from a kilometre away. Putting his phone in his jacket’s pocket, he knew exactly why she was in a bad mood.

“Yo.”

“Hey-o,” Hime said in a cheerful tone.

“Hime? What are you doing at the boy’s dorm?”

“She’s staying with me for the time being,” Sora said in a causal tone as he continued walking.

While Sora’s sister continued to stay in step as they walked past Riku, he could tell that his childhood friend was going to annoy him with a bombardment of questions.

“What do you mean Miss Hime is staying with you?”

“She’s staying in my dorm, gah. Don’t try to find some hidden meaning behind it.”

“Why is she staying with you at your dorm though?” Riku asked.

Sora could tell that Riku was thinking something lewd and inappropriate.

“Because I’m broke,” Hime said with a smile as she looked to Riku.

“Did you two—”

“No, we did not have any sexual relations with each other,” Sora and Hime said in perfect unison.

Riku sighed.

“Fine. Sora, I’m still mad though. You left me on ‘read’ again, you jerk.”

“You are more clingy than a horny schoolgirl, jeez. I don’t need to reply to every message you send me.”

“How have I managed to be friends with you for so long?”

“I never asked you to be my friend, you know? Like, your ass came up to me and forced me to join you.”

“My brother isn’t wrong. Riku, you technically forced him to join you for lunch in elementary school. I remember him complaining about it when he got home.”

“Well, sorry for trying to be friends with a boy who can’t even make friends.”

“Hey, I have friends.”

“Little bro, two-dimensional girls on your computer are not friends.”

“And this is why you’re still single, Sora. You have the looks and you’re popular with everyone. Just stop being a moody emotional girl.”

“I’ll do that if you stop being like a nagging wife.”

“If you two children are done with your fun, can we get something to eat?”

The three of them looked around at the various shops within their line of sight. Sora noticed that one of the places was open and had many different breakfast choices for students to get what they needed for cheap. After discussing the idea, they made their way inside the small shop. Sora could smell a variety of scents that entered into his nose. He had never smelt something so mouth watering that he wished to try it.

“Oh man, that is the scent of premium thick-cut maple bacon,” Hime said as she inhaled the various aromas in the air.

“Is that something from overseas?” Sora asked as he looked to his sister.

“Yeah. Americans do have some good bacon. They have the best, hands down. I missed having bacon from America.”

Sora looked over the menu and noticed it was all in English. While he could read some of it, there were some words and phrases that he was unsure of.

“I can’t read the menu,” Riku said.

“If you two are cool with me ordering for you, I can get you something you both might like,” Hime said with a smile.

Sora nodded as he turned to Riku who also agreed. While Hime spoke in perfect English to the man behind the counter, he found himself amazed that his sister was able to speak both her native tongue and English without any trouble. After placing the order, Hime returned with a smile on her face.

“I hope you two are okay with a burrito filled with bacon, eggs and cheese.”

“Sounds alright to me,” Sora said as he pulled out his smartphone.

“That sounds disgusting. Who eats burritos with bacon, eggs and cheese in them?”

“A lot of people actually. Don’t worry, it is good, I promise.”

Once they had their order, Sora took a bite into his breakfast burrito. He was amazed by just how delicious the concoction was. Looking over to Riku he could see the light in her eyes. It was clear by her expression that she on the verge of a sexual climax by a simple nutrient substance. Feeling his phone vibrate, Sora grabbed his phone and took note of a notification. Ignoring it, he realised the time.

The three of them exited the shop and made their way down the street. Sora continued eating his burrito as his sister finished off hers fairly quickly.

“I’m glad this international academy has various types of food. I got used to living off this stuff overseas.”

The stairs leading up to the main school building came into sight. Sora continued to play with his food while taking the last bite of his burrito. Meanwhile, Riku had only managed to eat over half and still had a small bite to finish off.

“What was it like being overseas?” Riku asked.

“It was a lot of work but on days that I was free I did see some of the sights. They were truly a sight to behold.”

Reaching the main academy building, Sora opened his shoe-locker and threw the slippers down on the ground. He slowly slipped off his shoes and thought about what he would do after school. My sister left me with so many games. I doubt I can play them all. Maybe I can play the action-based ones since they don’t require a walk-through, Sora thought as he slipped the slippers on and placed his shoes in the locker.

“I hope you two will be hyped for my mathematics lecture. I think you will enjoy it,” Hime said with a smile.

“I can’t wait!”

“You plan to talk about some random topic related to mathematics, I bet,” Sora said as he sent a message to a server in the Chaos;Chord application.

“I plan on doing many things to break the class from the traditional lectures of school. If a student hates a subject, it is due to a bad teacher. Every teacher needs to be passionate about what they teach and why they teach it. There is a lot to be said by the tone of the teacher and just how enthusiastic they are on a subject. Even if a student does not care for a subject, an ardent teacher can at least light a fire in them so they respect it more.”

“You sound like you were inspired,” Sora said as he continued to look at his phone.

“I’m still trying to figure out what ardent means,” Riku said as she pulled out her phone.

“Actually, I was inspired when I watched a few MIT videos on physics. The lecturer, a Dutch astrophysicist, was amazing to watch. His passion for the field of physics was something I wanted to bring to my teaching style. Well, I hope it is, anyway, you two should get to class. I’ll see you both in home room,” Hime said with a smile.

Sora continued to stare down at his phone as he turned to Riku.

“Alright, let’s go, yo.”

“Hold up, I’m still trying to figure out what this damn word means.”

“Girl, for real? It’s just another word for passionate or enthusiastic. Learn some vocabulary, like damn.”

“Sorry for not being the sibling of a genius sister.”

“Nah, you just dumb. You need to study more,” Sora said as he walked past Riku without looking at her.

“Oh you did not just tell me to study more you… you… you—”

“Insufferable twat? Imbecile? Ass orifice?”

“Stop making fun of me, asshat.”

“You mean, asshole,” Sora said as he corrected Riku.

Sora looked up to see Riku pouting like a middle-school child. She is just so easy to pick on sometimes, he thought as he snapped a quick picture of her expression. Making his way through the halls and up the stairs, he entered the classroom and took his seat. Noticing the time on his phone, Sora realised that he and Riku were the only ones in the classroom. They had both managed to get to class slightly early than they had planned.

With a sigh, Sora continued to open up and check various applications on his social media accounts. As he glanced over to see Riku rummaging through her phone’s various applications, he noticed her slowly slip off her shoe. He had been friends with her since elementary and there was always something he noticed when he would seat beside her in class. She always slipped off her shoes as if it was a subconscious autonomic response. Using her toes to gently push against the heel of her other shoe, she allowed it to dangle ever so slightly from the ground as it balanced on the tips of her toes.

Trying to avert his gaze, Sora stared out the window and hoped that someone would enter the classroom soon so he could avoid thinking about his childhood friend in libidinous manner. Before long, students entered into the classroom and chatted among others within their own groups. As the bell started to ring for home-room to start, Sora noticed his sister enter into the classroom with a cheerful expression on her face.

“Greetings class! Who’s ready to start their journey of higher educational erudition?”

The class was silent for a moment as Sora continued to stare out the window.

“Yes, Miss Nakonime?”

“What does erudition mean?”

Hime giggled as she looked to Sora. He could see her almost smirking as if she was already aware that he knew of what the word meant.

“Anyone who knows the answer without looking at their phone can go home for the day.”

The students appeared ecstatic as they tried to figure out the meaning behind the word. Sora looked around the class to see that most of the students were struggling to figure out what the word meant. He could only sigh as he waited for the first student to blurt out an answer which made them look stupid. Why don’t people just learn to read or simply play video games? There is so much to learn from them, he thought as he watched another student raise their hand.

“Does it mean delight?”

Gah, your blond is showing girl, Sora thought as he seen a few more hands go up into the air.

“Ah. Riku, care to try your hand at a guess?” Hime asked with a smile.

“Actually, I have to ask. Why does this matter? You could just tell us what the word means and we could move on.”

Sora could see a glaring grin on his sister’s face as she grabbed a piece of chalk and began writing on the blackboard. Alongside the word ‘erudition’ was two arrows branching off into opposite directions.

“Okay, so, who here doesn’t know what the word means?”

Sora watched as every student in the class raised their hands.

“All right, so all nineteen of you. While Sora, on the other hand, seems to know what this word means. Now, let me ask all of you this. Who do you think holds the advantage here?”

Sora sighed as he averted his gaze from the students that were staring back at him.

“Information is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Knowing something that someone else does not allows you to take advantage of what the other does not. For example, all of you have smartphones or computers, correct? Are you aware that if you were to build your own, it is possible to do it for less than the cost of what you paid and has the potential to be even better?”

“But that just sounds mean and wrong,” Riku said.

“From a moral standpoint but objectively, it is how things work. Everything, in essence, is business and gaining an advantage over someone else. Life is about what you know, who you know and leveraging that to your advantage. Thus, information and knowledge are the keys to furthering your life for the future.”

“Can’t we just look it information on the internet?” one student asked.

“That is valid and while it is true that information is avast in today’s world, most do not take advantage of it. Plus, that information could be miscommunicated or rely on bias opinions. In a world of lies one must seek the truth.”

Sora tried to tune out his sister’s monologue before he noticed she was staring at him.

“So, Sora. Would you care to enlighten the class on what the word means?” Hime asked with a cheerful expression.

“It’s the quality of having knowledge or for all of you simple-minded plebeians, scholarship.”

“And that is why you have only a few friends, little brother. You are right though.”

Hime grabbed the piece of chalk and started writing on the blackboard.

“If you expand your minds and soak in the information you gain in high-school, you will be able to use that knowledge and go beyond the horizons of just making money or finding a job. With it, you can become an influential beneficiary in this microscopic existence of ours to the macroscopic universe.”

Before Hime could go on another monologue, the sound of the bell rang out for the first period class to start.

“Ah, well, I’ll just show all of you the rest of the concepts in my class. I hope all of you will remember that school is more than just boring mindless work. It is a way to prepare you for life and the future that lies ahead.”

Placing the chalk down and smiling her usual cheerful expression, she exited the classroom as Sora turned his gaze out to the window. What future do I actually have? Video games are about the only enjoyment I have other then some hobbies which are not much to make a living off of, he thought as the next class started up. Throughout the other classes, he realised there was one thing his sister did do well that the others failed to do – interact with the class. Even in a state of mundane boredom, he could tell the other teachers simply noted what was down in the textbook and use a monotonous speech throughout the lecture.

The droning of the teacher continued on until finally the bell rang for lunch. Not wishing to go for a meal at one of the local shops, Sora merely headed to the school dinning hall where common meals were served. While they were slightly fancier than the average meal in a public school, the academy food still did not hold a candle to the elegant dishes that were served around the local area. Going with the cheap and simple sandwich, he ate his meal in silence while Riku chatted among her other friends. As he ate, he noticed Riku leaning against one of her friend’s desk. Although he could not make out what they were discussing, he eyes were fixated on the subtle way her foot slipped out of her shoe.

Sora continued to stare as he ate his sandwich, his mind trying not to sexualise his childhood friend in such a way. I swear, she has to be a Pisces. If I used a tissue for every time she slipped off her shoes… Actually, I need to buy more tissues, he thought as he finished off his sandwich. Feeling the vibration of his phone go off, he pulled it out to see what the message was. The notification was from a server he was on which discussed various types of anime and manga. Deciding to ignore the message, he placed his phone back in his pocket and waited for the bell to ring.

At the sound of the bell, all the students took their seats without the excess chatter – almost as if they were excited for the class to begin. Sora watched the door for moment until his sister finally entered with her cheerful expression and a stack of papers in her hand. Sitting the papers down on the podium, she stood in front of the classroom as the room remained silent.

“Get excited everyone because today, I’m going to instil upon you a fun experiment I studied in university.”

Grabbing the stacks of paper, Sora watched as his sister handed out each of the sheets individually to every student. As he looked over the paper he realised how much nicer and professional it looked when compared to the other worksheets or assignments that teachers had handed out over the years. Guess that’s a Harvard trained designer for you, he thought as he quickly looked over the text on the paper. The question discussed two girls who were smoking in a school bathroom and accused by a teacher. They have the option of both ending up in detention if neither speaks up for one day. Likewise, if one testifies against the other, the one who testified will be allowed to go home while the other spends a week in detention – vice-versa for the other student. In the event both girls testify against one another, they receive detention for five days.

“Now, I don’t expect any of you to come up with the answer for this. What I want all of you to do is to get into groups of about four or five people and discuss among your group about what would be the best outcome with everything presented before you.”

Sora watched as the other students gathered into groups while he continued to remain alone and isolated from the interactions of others. Riku headed off to her group of friends which mostly consisted of girls. He could see all the other students were already starting to discuss the different outcomes listed on the paper and various problems that each one had. After ten minutes had passed, the class had seemed ready to answer the question that had been asked.

“The best outcome would be for Girl A to testify so she can get off without plenty,” one student said from a group.

“All right and what about this group?” Hime asked as she pointed to the group Riku was in.

“Definitely makes more sense for Girl B to testify.”

Sora looked over the paper once more as he could hear another group go with the choice of both girls testifying – believing it to be a trick question. Reading over the question carefully as well as the answers one more time, he looked to his sister who showed no signs of exposing the right answer to the class.

“And what do you think, Sora?”

“Well, given the setup of the various information, like choice one is the most logical.”

“And this class, is how we apply various mathematical theories to real-world problems. What I gave you is a game theory problem known as the prisoner’s dilemma and is a non-zero-sum game. For example, we can see the prisoner’s dilemma in human interaction, various environmental studies, psychology, economics and international relations theory.”

Sora could not help but be impressed by the sheer command his sister held in her tone. He could tell she was passionate about what she speaking on and understood it clearly. As his sister continued to speak, he enjoyed the new departure from the normal classroom lecture; yet, he still held no love for wanting to apply himself with the single homework problem that his sister had given the class. Looking outside, all he wanted to do was play video games or read a book, anything was more productive than sitting a classroom and wasting his time on trivial nonsense.

Before long, the bell had finally rung and the next class would soon start up. Given a few moments to breathe, Sora pulled out his phone and checked over the few notifications he had missed.

“Hime is so amazing! I felt like I understood everything she was saying. You are so lucky to have a sister like her to teach you,” Riku said as she looked over to Sora.

Sora could see Riku’s eyes shine with excitement after the lecture that his sister had presented to the class. While all the students seemed interested, he realised that his sister had not actually taught them any sort of concepts or mathematical formulae. All she had managed to do was drum up exhilaration in their passion for learning – nothing more.

“Yeah…”

“I can’t wait for the next lesson with her.”

“Sounds like you should marry her,” Sora said in a sarcastic tone.

“You’re right. I shall confess my love to our teacher!”

Without another word, Riku rushed out of the classroom. Sora could only sigh as he placed his phone in his pocket. Does she not realise that we still have classes? Plus, why would anyone want to marry my sister? She’s into plants, he thought as he laid his head down on the desk. His mind debated about ditching class in favour of just trying to lie to stay in the nurse’s office. After a few minutes, he decided to head for the nurse’s office in hopes of being able to get out of class for a bit.

Upon opening the door to the nurse’s office, Sora was surprised by the sight of his older sister about to put a pill down her throat. He could tell his sister was shocked by the way she appeared like a deer caught in headlights.

“Hey… little brother… what brings you here?”

Sora could sense the slight shakiness in her voice and tone.

“I should be asking you the same thing.”

Upon processing everything, Sora realised that his sister was holding a pill bottle in her hands. While he was unable to make out the writing on bottle, he knew it was some form of medication. Sitting beside his sister was Emily Amaki, the school nurse, who stood out from the other faculty staff due to her bright red long hair that she often tied off in a ponytail. The other oddity was her steampunk outfit that she wore under her lab coat.

Hime stood to her feet after putting the pill in the bottle and placing it in her pocket. Sora could see that his sister was not smile and had a serious look on her face. He watched as she forced him out of the hallway and into the office before closing the door behind him. Looking at the expression on his older sister’s face, it was clear something was weighing on her mind.

“There is… a lot I need to tell you, little brother. You are the only one I trust and I just… can you give me some time to gather my thoughts?”

There was nothing Sora could say. He could only nod.

“Thank you.”

Hime smiled and returned to her usual cheerful mood.

“So, why are you here, little bro?” Hime asked with a slight smirk.

“I wanted to skip class, truth be told.”

“That’s not surprising. Hey Doc, you okay with my little brother ditching class for the rest of the day?”

Emily gave a simple thumbs up as she continued to work on her research.

“There, now you can stay here until school is over,” Hime said as she patted Sora’s head playfully.

“T-Thanks, sis.”

“No problem. I’ll be heading back now but we can talk when we’re home, okay?”

“Sure. Also, Riku is looking to marry you. Just thought you should know.”

Hime giggled loudly at the comment.

“She would probably not like that I’m a bad wife. I can’t cook.”

“True, your cooking is like eating ass.”

“Interesting how you know what that taste like, little brother. I could have swore you were only into feet and thighs,” Hime teased.

“D-Don’t go telling that to people, what the hell!” Sora said has his face became red and flustered.

Hime smirked and placed her hand on Sora’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry to say it but we already knew, bro. Your fetish is painful obvious to those of us who overthink about things and are aware.”

“W-Wait… so… Miss Amaki—”

“Oh yeah, she knew how your eyes stared downward. You should learn to not look so obvious about it. Maybe tell people you have a lazy eye or something,” Hime teased.

“I hate you right now.”

“Thanks again, Doc. Look after my little brother,” Hime said as she opened the door and exited the office.

Sora sighed and looked over to see Emily pointing at the stool that his sister was sitting on a few moments ago. Taking a seat, he soon found himself averting his gaze from her eyes. He always found it hard to look at her due to the fact she never spoke. From what other students had said, she never said a word and simply listened to whatever problem the student was having before dealing with the aliment. Before long, Sora found his eyes staring downwards due to the fact Emily did not wear her boots while in the office, allowing her black stockings to show.

The sudden snap of Emily’s fingers forced his gaze to her eyes. He watched as she removed the lollipop from her mouth and pointed to his eyes. She pointed back to her eyes as if to say ‘keep your gaze on the eyes’. For a moment, Sora managed to keep his gaze fixed on her eyes.

“Miss Amaki… I’m… I…”

Sora was unsure exactly what he wanted to say. Emily placed the lollipop in her mouth and pointed to her head before pointing to his heart and finally at his skirt.

“Head? Heart? Skirt?”

Emily shook her head and pulled out her phone from within her coat pocket. She quickly typed up a message and showed her phone to him.

“Evaluate with your primary viscus organ of the circulatory system and not your erectile organ,” Sora read aloud.

Emily nodded.

“I think you mean, think with your heart and not your ‘head’ or something like that, right?”

Emily nodded again.

“Got it. You mind if I lay down for a bit.”

Sora watched as Emily typed another message.

“I’m not letting you near the tissues.”

Sora glared at Emily as she appeared to be giggling.

“Can you please not make fun of me?”

Emily waved her hand and before starting to type another message.

“Don’t worry, Sora. Your fetish is perfectly normal and nearly all guys have some attraction to feet. This is nothing new and I have seen far too many guys that stare at a girl’s feet after they slipped off their shoes. There is no need to feel embarrassed or feel odd around me. Now, that being said, most people are uncultured and rude. Just be careful who you trust your personal life to.”

Sora sighed.

“Believe me, Miss Amaki, I don’t plan on telling anyone. My sister was the only one that knew about it. I did tell someone online that I thought I trusted but… they stopped talking to me after they found out. I regret telling them to the point I wish I could kill them. Every time I open my social media and see them I want to ruin their life. They—”

Emily placed her hand on Sora’s shoulder. Even though she did not speak, he could tell that she was trying to support him and not worry himself over it. Taking a moment to breathe, he stood to his feet.

“I’m going to lay down,” Sora said with a bit of sadness in his tone.

With a simple nod, Emily pointed to one of the beds. Sora made his way over to the bed and slipped off his slippers. Sitting down on the bed and getting under the covers, he closed his eyes as he tried to forget the pain that was starting to play in his mind. I hate people so much. Why can’t more people be like my sister or Miss Amaki? At least they don’t make me feel like shit, he thought as he hoped to sleep the rest of the day away.