It was night.
The night in Shikenjaya was very quiet.
After Yayoi-sensei bid farewell to Hayato, she turned and went back to her own home.
"Yayoi-nee, what did you say to Mr. Hayashi?" Aiya Hiroshi asked.
He had just come out of the bathroom, his hair still wet.
Aiya Hiroshi was a bath person, while Yayoi, with her usual impatient personality, preferred showers.
So she gave the downstairs bathroom with a bathtub to Aiya Hiroshi to use.
Yayoi always showered in the small bathroom in her own room on the second floor.
"Nothing," Yayoi said. She couldn't possibly tell her underage brother-in-law about secretly helping Mr. Hayashi buy alcohol.
However, that little brat was only seventeen, perhaps even a bit younger than Aiwu Guang.
Aiya Yayoi thought for a moment.
When she had taken the canned beer she bought from the convenience store out of the plastic bag, she had carefully noticed that the quantity was less than it should have been.
Aiwu Guang habitually described beer as "a mixture of horse piss and carbonated water"; he was never interested in such things.
So she immediately pinpointed Hayato as the suspect.
The second time, she specifically bought another bag of beer and placed it on the table, and sure enough, she caught the little brat red-handed, reaching out his sinful hand.
"You!" Aiya Yayoi immediately stopped him, "Do you know what you're doing?!"
Hayato immediately bowed and apologized:
"Sumimasen— (emotionless), according to the plot of 'Convenience Store Girl Manbiki Musou,' boss, you can now make any demands you want of me. Please, don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower."
But his hand didn't stop; he skillfully opened the can's pull tab with one hand.
"...What is in your head? Of course I'm not blaming you for stealing," Yayoi scolded.
"That's true. It's just taking a can of water. To label such an act as 'stealing' would be too harsh for me, a customer," Hayato said, nodding.
Then he tilted his head back, "glug, glug, glug," pouring the liquid down his throat, followed by an "ahh—hah—" sigh like an old man.
For a moment, Yayoi even thought Mr. Hayashi was actually the same age as her.
"Why are you drinking beer?!"
"Because I want to, of course," Hayato said indifferently. "As for why I took your beer, please forgive me, because the convenience store wouldn't sell it to me."
"Of course, it's illegal, do you know that?"
"I know, so I'll have to trouble you from now on," Hayato said, lowering his eyes sincerely.
"I'm a teacher, after all—I won't help you do something like that."
Yayoi snatched the beer back from Hayato's hand. Wow, good heavens, he drank half a can in one gulp, practically chugging it. But when he drank just now, his movements weren't big, which made Yayoi pause. An old hand, this guy isn't old but has been drinking for a while?
"Young people, don't drink alcohol. You don't understand what 'alcohol' truly is!" Yayoi, using her age as experience, lectured the pale-faced boy in front of her.
Then the pale-faced boy's lips curved up slightly: "Heh."
Yayoi felt ridiculed, "crunch," she crumpled the can a bit: "What are you laughing at?"
"You can't outdrink me," Hayato said.
—
Yayoi, with her hot temper, felt her adult authority challenged, and then a certain line symbolizing rationality "bang" snapped.
And then,
And then Yayoi forgot what happened next.
By the time she regained consciousness, it was already morning.
What she saw in her eyes was the familiar room ceiling, on the second floor.
There was a very uncomfortable feeling in her stomach, and her limbs were soft.
However, she still remembered that today was a workday, which meant Aiwu Guang still had to go to school. She struggled to get up with her tired body, preparing to go to the kitchen to cook.
But she saw Aiwu Guang cooking something.
Aiwu Guang turned around and said with a smile, "Yayoi-nee, you're awake. Mr. Hayashi told me to make you some ginger soup this morning; he said it can help with hangovers."
"Oh…"
Her fragmented memories slowly returned.
She saw flashes of herself drinking heavily, finishing a whole bag of beer, and then going to a nearby convenience store to buy two more cases.
And now… the mess of empty bottles and empty cardboard boxes lying on the kitchen floor were the best explanation.
Oh, Mr. Hayashi seemed to have gone along too. Yayoi remembered more clearly, and she definitely wasn't drinking alone at the time; she was having a drinking contest with Mr. Hayashi.
"How much did you drink yesterday?" Aiwu Guang looked at her, his head hurting. "Although I don't stop you from having a casual drink, Yayoi-nee, I still warn you for your own health, don't binge drink like yesterday!"
Aiya Hiroshi went to bed quite early, but he was woken up by the clanging sounds outside the door.
He even thought the People's Liberation Army had landed on the Tokyo shore.
He went out and saw Yayoi acting crazy from drinking.
"Later, Mr. Hayashi carried you up to your room," Aiwu Guang said.
Yayoi was immediately horrified.
If Aiwu Guang knew that she had had a drinking contest with Mr. Hayashi, he would at least scold her for leading a minor astray. But Aiwu Guang had no such intention now, which meant—
Mr. Hayashi was acting as if nothing had happened at the time; Aiwu Guang didn't even notice he had been drinking.
Holy cow, a boozehound!
No, now isn't the time to think about that.
"He… carried me to my room?" Aiya Yayoi was dazed: "What did he do to me?"
"How would I know?" Aiwu Guang said, "You haven't let me go upstairs since I was in junior high."
"That's for your physical and mental health," Yayoi said. "But you should have your own judgment. In that situation, weren't you afraid that your sister-in-law's chastity would be compromised?!"
However, Yayoi thought about it, for a married woman, getting into such a situation might not be a loss. After all, that little brat was quite handsome.
But if Mr. Hayashi had pulled out a donkey's dick, then she shouldn't just have a headache like this now.
She hadn't done that kind of thing in so long, it should be very tight...
Aiwu Guang's mouth twitched: "Heh, hehe—"
"What are you laughing at?"
"You should ask Mr. Hayashi. To be honest, I was more worried about Mr. Hayashi's chas—cough, cough—"
Yayoi waited until Mr. Hayashi came to freeload dinner that evening and asked him about the scene after she got drunk.
"It wasn't a big deal. It's just that you insisted on holding my head and comparing its size to your chest, and after you lost, you laughed loudly, 'Wahahahahaha, you stinky brat, I didn't expect you to be quite big. Let big sister give you a reward, shall we?'—" Hayato said.
Memories surged into her mind like a climax.
"Cute little brother~~ Smooch, smooch, smooch~~ Come give big sister a kiss~~~"
↑ This seemed to be the reward she was talking about.
"I blocked all of them, and then you wrapped both your legs around my waist—"
"Yamete! Please stop talking, I give up, I completely give up! I'll agree to whatever you want me to do!"
This memory was too embarrassing for Yayoi to recall.
Then Hayato sneered, gradually approaching, casting the slender Yayoi into his shadow.
"Anything?" he said with a wicked smile, "Including things unsuitable for minors?"
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