"In fact, they should be thanking Ayaka."
Yilan gently brushed away a cherry blossom petal that had fallen on Kamisato Ayaka's head.
"If Ayaka hadn't been busy preparing for this festival, no one would have been able to enjoy it."
"Brother is making fun of me again. It's obviously my brother who has been busy all this time," Kamisato Ayaka said, a little frustrated. "I was the one who said I would host this festival, but in the end, I still needed my brother's help in all aspects. I am too immature."
"As a first attempt, it's pretty good."
Yilan rubbed his sister's head, recalling Ayaka's graceful and confident appearance at the altar without any stage fright.
He pretended to be casual and said, "Perhaps Ayaka, you also have outstanding talents in government affairs. Do you want to try helping your brother deal with official business?"
"Bang!"
A firework suddenly exploded in the air, making a sharp sound.
Kamisato Ayaka suddenly raised her head and looked at Yilan. Her ice-blue eyes no longer held the previous tenderness, but were filled with surprise and doubt.
"Brother, what do you mean?" she asked, staring into Yilan's eyes.
Yilan slightly shifted his gaze, putting on a joking look and said, "What? You took the initiative to share your brother's burdens before, but now that your brother is asking you for help, you're unwilling to?"
But Ayaka ignored the teasing in his words, staring at Yilan with a somewhat aggressive look and said, "Brother, you know that's not what I meant."
"…"
Yilan sighed and said, "Ayaka, you know I am from the branch family after all, and you are the legitimate daughter of the main family. I promised before that I would hand over the right to manage the clan to you when you grew up—"
"But brother, you know very well that I don't care about that at all," Kamisato Ayaka interrupted him.
"But in the eyes of outsiders… Never mind. It's my fault. I shouldn't have said this during the festival. Let's continue to enjoy the fireworks display tonight."
Seeing Ayaka's face becoming increasingly tense, Yilan decisively ended the topic.
The two continued to appreciate the beautiful fireworks, but their moods were no longer as relaxed as at the beginning.
Yilan didn't notice that, where he couldn't see, Kamisato Ayaka had a determined look on her face.
***
Late at night, after the festival ended, Yilan and Kamisato Ayaka returned home.
After washing up, Yilan leaned against the head of the bed, looking somewhat helpless.
The reason why he wanted to gradually transfer power to Kamisato Ayaka was certainly not because of the main family and branch family — he wasn't that pedantic.
That was just an excuse to cover up his real intentions.
The true reason was that if his plan could go smoothly, then sooner or later, the clan's management would have to be handed over to Ayaka.
But how could he explain such a thing to her?
"Forget it, I'll just let myself in the simulator deal with these troubles. I can just read the text outside."
Although escaping was shameful, it was useful. Yilan was about to end the physical sensing mode when, at that moment, the door to his bedroom was pushed open with a "click."
The moonlight poured in through the open door, and bathed in the silver glow of the moonlight was Kamisato Ayaka.
At this moment, Kamisato Ayaka was wearing a white kimono.
On the kimono, pale pink cherry blossoms were in full bloom, spreading from the hem of the skirt but not exceeding the belt around her waist.
After creeping up to Ayaka's knees, they stopped abruptly, making the kimono as pure as early winter's snow. Only on the right collar of the kimono was there an inconspicuous pink cherry blossom printed.
Kamisato Ayaka had light makeup on her face, adding a touch of charm to her purity.
Seeing Yilan looking at her, a blush appeared on her face, and her expression showed a bit of innocent shyness, but she still looked boldly at Yilan.
"Does Ayaka look good dressed like this?"
"It looks good… No!" Yilan swallowed and said hoarsely, "Ayaka, what are you doing?"
"…"
Kamisato Ayaka did not answer immediately.
She walked in through the door in wooden clogs, taking small steps, and then closed the door with a "click."
Moonlight poured in from the window.
The sounds of insects and birds disappeared.
Only Yilan and Kamisato Ayaka were left in the bedroom.
"You said before that you were from a branch family, so it was inconvenient for you to be the head of the Kamisato Clan… But in fact, it's very simple to solve this problem."
"Click!"
"Click!"
The clogs made crisp sounds as they stepped on the floor, but Yilan felt as if each step was treading directly on his heart.
Soon, Kamisato Ayaka walked to the bed and stood in front of Yilan.
A faint blush appeared on the girl's face. She slowly climbed onto the bed, took off her clogs, revealing a pair of snow-white lotus feet. She whispered very close to Yilan, "As long as you become Ayaka's husband, that's enough."
Yilan couldn't help but shrink back slightly.
Feelings are a very complicated thing.
He admitted that when he first treated Kamisato Ayaka, he had some ulterior motives, such as raising her as a child bride or pushing her down. These were thoughts he had once had. (Bro 💀)
But no one is heartless.
After so many years of getting along — even if it was just in the simulator — he truly regarded Ayaka as his own family.
But this situation happened after his feelings had already changed, which left him a little overwhelmed.
And…
Damn, is this really that Kamisato Ayaka?
Could it be that he had raised her wrong over the years?
No, that's not right.
If he thought about it carefully, in the original plot of the game, Ayaka was someone who dared to love and hate.
Finally, Kamisato Ayaka came closer to Yilan.
With a hint of attachment and a trace of seduction in her ice-blue eyes, she said:
"Let Ayaka be your wife tonight."
Thud—
Kamisato Ayaka was thrown onto the bed by Yilan.
The girl's long cherry-white hair spread out across the bed.
The collar of her kimono was half open, revealing her delicate collarbone, giving her an indescribably beautiful and fragile feeling.
At that specific moment and in that specific environment, his reason and morality faded, and instinctive desires seized control of his body.