a Yandere Harem in a Magic World Can't be That Bad-Chapter 4: Another day*

I shot upright, the water sloshing around me, and covered myself with both hands as if that would somehow cover it up. It didn't.

I clambered out of the tub in a panic, grabbing for a towel and clumsily wrapping it around my waist, doing my best so it wouldn't tent awkwardly.

I rushed from the bathroom, my feet slipping slightly on the wooden floor as I made a beeline for the bedroom. The towel clung to me awkwardly, and I tried not to think about Iris's in this moment

Once inside, I shut the door behind me, letting out a shaky breath. The room was dimly lit, moonlight filtering through sheer curtains and casting a faint glow across the bed. I hesitated for a moment, then let the towel drop and flopped onto the mattress, sprawling out in a tangle of limbs.

I was still so hard, damn it. What the hell is up with me? This had never happened before—get it together dude. I looked at the ceiling for a few minutes, deep in thought. Iris is my sister. Stop being weird about it, we've bathed before, this was not different in any way. With that thought, I was able to keep it together after a few minutes, but nevertheless, I was still so hard. It was starting to hurt.

Am I really going to have to boot up some porn now?

I rolled onto my side and reached for my phone on the nightstand, stumbling through apps and notifications until I finally clicked a page I liked.

The image on my phone showcased the full body of a fox girl, completely bare to the public, both of her hands behind her back to emphasize her curves. Out of all the girls I'd seen on a screen, she was by far the best endowed. But as much as I tried to focus, I couldn't help but compare her to Iris in my mind. They weren't even close—not in shape or beauty.

God, I was doing it again.

Just click the fucking video, dude.

I pushed a couple of earbuds into my ears, not eager to let my sister know what I was up to.

Halfway across the phone screen, the play button loomed large over the still image of a foxkin girl. My fingers hovered, hesitating for a moment. I remembered how Iris had caught me listening to something like this before—just once—and how I'd scrambled awkwardly to explain. Her ears were ridiculously sensitive, like a radar that picked up everything from miles away.

I learned my lesson then and bought these earbuds to keep it from happening again.

The video started slowly, a steady stream of water cascading over the fox girl's naked body. Her hands moved languidly, gliding over smooth, wet fur and generous curves. She ran her fingers from her neck to her shoulders, then down to cup her breasts, squeezing them together, her red nipples peeking from in between her delicate fingers. The sound vibrated in my ears, and I shifted on the bed.

She turned under the shower spray, letting it pound against her back as both hands slid lower, tracing the curve of her waist before resting them on her hips. She bent slightly at the waist to give a full view of her heart-shaped ass, each cheek jiggling slightly with the motion. The way she writhed was shameless and sultry.

Her hands glided up again with soap-slicked ease, one dipping between her legs, the other teasing along the length of her tail until they met at her stomach. The camera zoomed in as she bit her lip.

Her hands landed on each ass cheek, spreading them wide apart. The lips of her pink pussy opened, and the camera zoomed into the sticky depths, wet and glistening. She was definitely one of the hottest actresses I'd ever seen, but she paled in comparison to my fox girl. She lacked that radiant glow, that gift of the goddess. She lacked those impossible curves, her uniqueness, everything. She was inferior in every possible way, and it made me frustrated.

I shifted again on the bed and let out a groan as I felt my balls tighten. This wasn't helping at all.

Two fingers sank between her legs, black-tipped and shamelessly slick with suds. They parted her lips easily, working in and out in a slow, teasing rhythm. The fox girl rubbed the heel of her hand against her clit, moaning as she fingered herself with increasing speed. Each motion sent ripples through the water and shivers up my spine.

Her eyes closed, mouth open with a breathy sigh as she picked up the pace. Her fingers thrust deeper inside while her thumb worked quick circles over her clit. She was relentless, one hand squeezing her breast as the other pumped furiously in a frantic, wet assault.

Ugh. God fucking damnit. I was only getting more frustrated, not even close to what I needed. My erection throbbed, but I felt unsatisfied and restless, the image of Iris still haunting my mind. The video had barely started, just a few minutes into what was sure to be an hour or so of heart-racing sex. But already, I'd grown bored and irritated with it.

Fine, whatever.

I turned my phone off, tossing it onto the bed with a huff, and shut my eyes. Maybe I'd just sleep with a hard-on—who cares?

I rolled over, trying to ignore the heat pooling between my legs. The sheets tangled around me as I shifted aimlessly, struggling to get comfortable. I kept seeing flashes of pink-glowing skin and feeling echoes of her laughter in the back of my mind.

"This is stupid," I muttered into the pillow, feeling more than a little defeated.

I lay there for what felt like an eternity,but sleep eventually took over as exhaustion won out.

I woke up the next morning to the chime of my phone alarm. My eyes blinked open sluggishly, adjusting to the sunlight that now streamed through the curtains. I reached over and silenced the noise, feeling the ache of a restless night still lingering in my bones.

The tension I'd felt before bed had faded, leaving me groggy but relieved. I stretched on the bed and glanced at the time. If I didn't get moving soon, there would be no way I'd make it to class on time.

Dragging myself upright, I rubbed my eyes and stumbled to my feet. My towel from last night lay discarded on the floor next to a wrinkled shirt and some sweatpants.

I grabbed the clothes in a bundle and tossed them into the laundry basket by the door. The shower was brief, just enough to wake me up, and I toweled off hastily. A pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt would have to do. I gave myself a quick look in the mirror, running fingers through damp hair, before heading out.

The kitchen was bright and warm. Iris was already there, leaning over a steaming cup of tea with her usual ease. She was dressed in shorts and a thin tank top, still looking like she'd stepped out of some fantasy.

"Morning," she said with a smile that seemed entirely too innocent.

"Yeah," I replied gruffly, plunking myself down at the table. My stomach growled audibly.

She laughed softly, glancing up from her mug. "I made eggs if you want some. You look like you need it."

"Thanks."

I stood and grabbed a plate from the counter, piling it high with eggs.

As I settled back at the table, Iris's heterochromatic eyes—one light blue, the other a shimmering golden—watched me intently.

"How'd you sleep?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Fine," I said, spearing a forkful of breakfast. "You?"

"Like a kitten," she replied breezily.

"You're a fox," I retorted with a smirk. "That makes no sense."

She grinned, unfazed. "Maybe I'm both."

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The warmth in her voice and the way she looked at me made my chest tighten. It was as if last night's awkwardness hadn't happened at all.

I pushed the eggs around my plate, feeling that familiar heat rise again. "That makes even less sense," I mumbled.

"What?" she asked sweetly, her ears twitching.

"Nothing," I replied, shoving a mouthful of eggs in to distract myself. They were good, tasting like they were cooked with some kind of butter or sauce that I couldn't place.

"Ready to go soon?" I asked, standing up and setting the plate in the sink.

She gave a little nod and pushed back from the table, walking over to where her clothes were draped over a chair. With a flick of her fingers, she was suddenly dressed in a long-sleeved black tunic and deep red leggings. Her hat appeared last, perched slightly askew on her head.

That little trick still caught me off guard every time. Iris started doing it after she got obsessed with some TV show about a witch girl who could do anything—the show ran for seasons, but I could barely sit through half an episode.

"All set?" she asked, adjusting the brim of her hat.

"Yeah," I grumbled, grabbing my backpack from its spot by the door.

We stepped outside, the crisp morning air brushing against us as we made our way down the street. Iris babbled happily about her classmates and the things she learned in her classes, her animated stories familiar and comforting. I listened with half an ear, nodding and grunting at the right moments.

Her tales were always colorful—some catkin kid who was the class clown or a dragon girl who could barely keep from setting her desk on fire. Iris loved every bit of it, relaying her adventures with enthusiasm. It was our routine, and despite everything else, it never seemed to change.

As we neared the school gates, I could see the usual crowd—students with wings, horns, tails, and everything in between. We stopped at the entrance where we usually parted ways.

"See you later!" she said brightly, giving me a little wave before bouncing off to join a group of friends.

"Yeah," I replied with a small wave back as she disappeared into the crowd.

The first class was Mr. Adler's. I couldn't help but sigh just thinking of his boring voice and his old, tired eyes, but thankfully he just decided to ignore me. I slumped into my usual spot at the back of the room, ready to start another day. The classroom buzzed with the usual morning chatter as everyone settled in, magical textbooks already floating around.

Just as Mr. Adler started droning on about mystic history, the door swung open. The entire class went silent in an instant. A girl I'd never seen before walked in with a confident stride, her presence commanding and undeniable.