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08. You Can’t Do It Early In the Morning!*
When I woke up in the morning, I was met with the sleeping face of my handsome little brother. Also, something big was touching my lower back. Well, morning wood is a physiological phenomenon.
I tried to slip out of the bed for morning preparations but, as expected of His Excellency the General. His strength is impressive so I can’t slip out.
“Yuan, it’s morning. Get up…”
I hit his cheek lightly. There was no reaction, he seemed just like a corpse.
“Yuan, Yua~n.”
There was really no response. For the time being, I’ll put some distance since it’s embarra.s.sing when that “thing” hits my waist.
“Brother…”
“Yua–nnn?!”
Of all things, he grabbed my head and kissed me. What are you doing to your big brother so early in the morning~~~!!!
Moreover, he put his tongue in and entwined it at my tongue that’s trying to escape.
“Nn, Yua–nnn…”
My physiological reaction in the morning is happening, too…!
I hit Yuan’s chest and tried to resist somehow but he was unyielding. As expected of His Excellency the General!
Moreover, he changed our positions until I was pushed down and not just kissed me, but thrust his fingers in my ears, too.
“S-sto–ah! W-wha–, nnn!”
This is bad, bad, bad, bad. Why is he such an expert in this!?
“Haah, Brother…?”
“Yuan…you idiot…”
Yuan, whose consciousness seems to have returned looked at me with rounded eyes.
“This is… Brother, what on Earth…”
“You just suddenly kissed me, Yuan! You idiot!”
It’s embarra.s.sing but why is the thing between my legs exited!?
I tried to crawl out of the bed to handle it for now but Yuan seems to have noticed the state of my c.o.c.k.
“Brother, this place, it’s reacting, isn’t it?”
Yuan said so and felt it over my pants.
“Stop! I’ll do it myself!”
“Brother, mine has also become like this. Why don’t we feel good together?”
The Yuan who said that looked so attractive. And then, he kissed me as if it was natural and once again intensely attacked my lips.
“Nn, nnn~u, haah, nnn~”
He reached out to my chest, although I have no recollection of removing my s.h.i.+rt. It has nothing to do with men, aren’t you touching my nipple!?
“Yuan!? Sto–ah!”