Summoned as an SSS-Rank Hero… with My Stepmom and Stepsisters?! Chapter 48: [R-18] Miyu or Hikari

Silence suddenly broke.

A rustling sound, a shadow slipping out of bed.

I froze. My breath caught in my throat, my muscles refusing to comprehend what they had just heard.

Hikari sat up slowly, her hair plastered to her face, her gaze shifty, almost blank. Her face was sickly pale, but her cheeks were... red. Fever red. Sha red.

Miyu leaped from the bed, hastily pulling her kimono back on, her fingers trembling. The fabric hung awkwardly, revealing a shoulder before she tightened it nervously.

"Hikari?! What the hell are you doing here?!"

Her voice pierced the air, a mixture of disbelief and panic.

I remained silent. My heart was pounding so hard I felt like everyone could hear it. Beneath my skin, the sweat tasted like iron.

Hikari didn’t answer right away. She stood there at the foot of the bed, her head slightly tilted. Her red eyes trembled, then slowly rose to look at us.

"I... I just wanted to... stay still, Kaito," she whispered. "But I heard..."

Her voice broke.

Then, without warning, her tone changed: higher, tenser, almost sharp.

"And I couldn’t stop."

Miyu took a step back, as if the words had the weight of a slap.

"You an... that you... you were there from the start?!"

Hikari closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and blurted out in one breath, "Yes."

A shiver ran down my spine. Sha, anger, confusion—everything was jumbled together.

Miyu burst out:

"What the hell did you say earlier?! You... you ca listening to us?!"

The word cracked like a whip.

Hikari jerked her head up. Her gaze blazed, dented.

"So what?! You took it all for yourself! I just listened... because I couldn’t stand it anymore!"

I felt my stomach twist. My mouth opened, but no sound ca out. I wanted to disappear into the ground.

Miyu brought a trembling hand to her mouth. Her eyes shone with sha.

"Hikari... it wasn’t against you. You know very well what happened in the forest. That day... you saw us."

The word hung in the air like a blade.

Hikari’s head jerked up, her eyes wide. Her lips trembled, but no sound ca out.

Miyu continued, her voice lower, harsher:

"You were there, hiding behind the trees. You thought we hadn’t noticed you, but Kaito saw you. I saw you too."

And now? You’re doing the sa thing again, Hikari. Under the bed. Listening to us, spying on us. Why? Why are you changing the subject? Why are you running away from the fact that you were here again tonight?"

Hikari’s breath hitched. She took a step forward, her face tightening in sha.

"Shut up..."

"You ca closer," Miyu continued. "You were trembling." And when he took in his arms, you didn’t look away. You stood there, watching us, until...

"Shut up!"

Hikari’s scream tore through the air. Her red eyes glowed with a dented brilliance.

I took a half step back. The room vibrated with the mana it contained. My stomach twisted: this was no longer the shy girl from Duskfall, this was a ticking ti bomb.

"You don’t understand!" she scread. "What I saw back there... it wasn’t just the two of you! It wasn’t lust, it was... it was him!"

Her finger trembled as she pointed at .

"Kaito... do you rember that mont? When you turned, just for a second? You looked at . You saw ."

I felt a lump in my throat. Yes. I rembered. For barely a split second, between two gasps, I had caught her gaze from behind the branches. I had understood. And I had chosen to ignore it, hoping the silence would erase everything.

Apparently not.

Hikari ca closer, her voice trembling:

"At that mont, I thought you understood . That you too had felt sothing. Not sha. Not rejection. Sothing more..."

"Stop, Hikari," Miyu breathed, her voice breaking. "You’re distorting everything."

"No!"

Her voice burst out, higher-pitched, almost a sob.

"I was there, Miyu! I saw everything! And since that night, every ti I close my eyes, it’s her face I see again. Not yours, nor Mama’s or Reina’s, but hers."

A tremor ran up my spine. I wanted to speak, but the words were lost before they reached my tongue.

—Hikari...

—Don’t pretend, Kaito! You knew I was there! You knew! And you didn’t do anything! You let watch!

Her words ca out like slaps. Each sentence hit in the stomach. She was almost crying and laughing at the sa ti, caught between sha and rage.

Miyu took a step back, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.

—So that’s it... all this ti...

Hikari turned to her, tears in her eyes but a cracked, almost cruel smile:

—Yes. All this ti, I’ve been waiting. For you to step aside. For you to push him away out of sha. But you didn’t. So now I’m the one who’s going to take what he owes .

"Hikari, stop," I whispered, my voice hoarse.

But she ignored my voice.

"No matter what you do, Miyu. No matter how many tis you hug him, how many tis you tell him you love him..."

Her eyes lit up with an icy fever.

"I will always do more. Because Kaito will be mine."

She moved closer, her breath brushing my cheek. My heart raced.

I wanted to move, to speak, to scream sothing, but I remained frozen, unable to breathe.

Her red eyes bored into mine, and she whispered,

"Kaito, you gave my first ti, you made want it again, you opened my eyes to true pleasure, so know that you will never be able to escape ."

The silence that followed weighed like a condemnation.

Miyu panted, her fists clenched against her chest. I was rooted to the ground, torn between sha, fear, and the dirty truth that still clung to my skin: she wasn’t wrong; it was all my fault after all.

Hikari stepped forward. Slowly. Each step echoed in the silence, heavy, almost ritualistic.

Her kimono, loosely closed, slid down her body. The light from the bluish runes clung to her body, revealing her firm breasts, smaller than Miyu’s but just as beautiful in their own way. But what caught the eye most was her crotch, where her slit glistened with a dampness like in the forest, once again.

I stepped back. Instinctively.

My back hit the edge of the bed.

The shock took my breath away, but she continued to walk forward, straight, her gaze fixed on . Not a word. Just that unsettling calm, that cold fever that made the air tremble around her.

Miyu, beside her, was no longer moving. Her fingers clutched the hem of her kimono, her eyes flickering between anger and fear.

"Hikari... stop," she whispered.

Hikari didn’t answer. Her steps slowed, then she stopped a tiny distance away, just close enough for to feel the warmth emanating from her.

Her face was half in shadow. Her red eyes shone like two embers.

"You see, Miyu?" she said in a low, almost tender voice.

"You can talk about love all you want, but look at him. Look at him now."

She tilted her head, a thin smile twisting her lips.

"He’s not moving. He can’t. Because deep down, he knows."

"You don’t know anything about what he feels," Miyu spat, her voice trembling.

"Oh, I know," Hikari replied. "Because I feel the sa way."

I wanted to say sothing, but my throat caught. The tension between them filled the air, so thick it felt like it clung to my skin.

Miyu took a step toward her sister, her fists clenched.

"If you take another step, I’ll stop you myself."

Hikari turned slowly toward her.

Their eyes t—two flas of the sa origin, ready to consu each other.

"You can try," Hikari said calmly. "But even if you beat , you won’t be able to change what he saw in ."

I felt my heart pounding. Their voices broke, but their gazes held fast.

Two sisters. Two mirrors of the sa twisted love.

I breathed, my voice almost muted:

"That’s enough..."

But they didn’t hear .

The silence returned, even heavier, before Miyu looked away, tears in her eyelashes.

Hikari took a step back slowly, then turned her head toward and approached with a swift movent.

Miyu wanted to stop her; I saw the rage in her eyes, but her hand stopped of its own accord, trembling, as if all the doubt in the world was raging in her head.

Hikari grabbed my shoulders to hold in place.

I let her.

Then she climbed on top of , legs spread, her pussy wet, ready to be taken. I looked at her, then I looked at Miyu. Their faces were beautiful. Hikari’s cheeks flushed, her gaze sure of what she wanted, while Miyu’s, on the other hand, was filled with doubt.

So now I knew, I was sure, looking at the two of them, there in front of , naked and exposed, their true faces both revealed.

Miyu.

Her gaze turned towards as if searching for a way out, a word that could fix everything.

Her eyes shone with expectation, but also with fear.

"You know... you asked if I loved you," I whispered.

She clenched her fists, her shoulders tense.

"Yes?! So what?"

Her voice trembled, almost angry, as if she was preparing to take the answer in before she even heard it.

I took a breath. My heart was beating so hard I felt like it was going to fall out of .

—When I see you both, there, in front of ... I finally understand why I hesitated to answer you. It wasn’t because I doubted. It was because I couldn’t choose.

A silence fell, heavy, thick.

Miyu, breathless.

—...What do you an?

I looked up at her, then at Hikari, who was staring at , motionless, her lips half-parted.

—Miyu... yes, I love you. I cherish you. I want you, just for .

My voice broke, but I continued:

—But it’s the sa for Hikari. I love you both. Equally. Differently... but equally. So no, I will never be able to choose between you.

The silence that followed was no longer the sa.

He vibrated with a mixture of shock, pain, and a strange, dirty kind of relief, as if my words had opened a wound that no one dared close.

Miyu’s fingers tightened on the fabric of her kimono. Her face twisted—between anger, pain, and sothing unspeakable.

Her lips moved, but no words ca out.

"You... do you realize what you’re saying?" she finally breathed.

"Yes," I replied. "For once, yes."

She shook her head, her eyes misty.

"So all that... was for nothing? All those nights of doubt, wondering if I mattered to you? And you dare tell you want us... both of us?"

Hikari stepped forward, a smile on her lips, provocative, almost satisfied.

"You see, Miyu?" He just said out loud what you refuse to admit. You knew very well it would end like this.

"Shut up!" Miyu spat, her voice breaking.

But Hikari burst out laughing.

"Why? Because I had the courage to accept what you still refuse?"

I straightened up, my throat tight.

"Stop..."

But nothing could stop them.

Fire and ice faced each other. And this ti, Miyu wasn’t the fire.

Miyu was trembling, her lips bitten until they bled, her gaze lost sowhere between hatred and distress.

Hikari, almost feline, placed her hand on my cheek.

"See, Kaito? Now everything is clear."

I remained silent.

Her smile widened.

"You don’t need to choose anymore." We’ll take you, together or separately, it doesn’t matter. Because deep down, you’re already ours.

Bringing her face close to my ear, she whispered:

"For now, of course, you’re only mine."

And then, despite her sister’s gaze, despite the situation, she impaled herself on my hard cock with one sharp thrust.

"HhhhhaaAAAHHH....!

The cry rose, broke, transford into a long, trembling moan that vibrated against my chest and against Miyu, the look filled with trouble.