56 From Ren - My Little Sister Is Only Ever Cold to Me, Yet Recently She’s Been Strangely Clingy

Chapter 56: From Ren Ren closes her eyes. I gently press my lips against hers. Her body stiffens. Our body heat mingles. A sweet sigh escapes from Ren's lips. "More." Our kiss doesn't end with just one. Her voice, tinged with passion, urges me repeatedly, and time and time again, I oblige. As if reclaiming what had been withheld, Ren seeks my lips with fervor. And each time she urges me, I steal her lips. Repeatedly demanding kisses, Ren's words, simple yet sweet, lure me in, and I suddenly realize something. Reluctantly, our lips slowly part. When I open my eyes, Ren’s beautiful face is right before me. Instead of our lips, now it’s our gazes that lock. I pose the question that had just formed in my mind, aiming it at her kitten-like eyes. "Come to think of it, has there ever been a time when I received a kiss from Ren?" The moment I ask, Ren's body trembles slightly. "...Why?" Her voice was outwardly calm as always, but her eyes are lowered, seemingly trying to conceal something. The urge to poke at this flaw drives me to continue my words. "You always eagerly ask me for kisses, but I've realized you never kissed me before." I gaze at Ren with a smile as I pose the question. "That's not true." "Really?" I lean in to peer at Ren's face. Her cheeks turn a faint pink as she averts her gaze. Normally composed, her demeanor now is irresistibly charming. Perhaps Ren was right, I am indeed being a bit mean. "Then, Ren, please kiss me." I say with a smile and close my eyes. With darkness descending behind my eyelids, a realization strikes; I am doing something outrageous. It's already completely outside of normal thinking for sisters to kiss at all, let alone for the older sister to urge her little sister into giving her a kiss. Yet those rational thoughts are swept away by the feeling of Ren drawing closer, her warm breath brushing against my face. My heart starts to race belatedly. This will be the first time I receive a kiss. Ren’s breath repeatedly grazes over my nose and lips. Each time it happens, my heartbeat quickens. "No." Yet what touches me isn’t Ren’s lips, but her voice. Slowly opening my eyes, I find Ren standing before me, her face flushed crimson. "Why not?" I gently ask, adopting the tone I once used to console a crying Ren. In contrast to those days, she replies in a strained, cold voice. "Because it’s embarrassing." Her words, coupled with the way she shakes her head, cause my mind to flutter inexplicably. "But when I do it, you always beg me for more kisses." "It just feels good when you do it to me, Onee-chan. But I don't know what to do. My mind goes blank." As her usual composed tone unravels, tinges of childishness seep through, spurring on my playful teasing. "Ren, you're so cute." I tease as I stroke her head. Ren mutters in discontent. "Onee-chan, you're so mean." Indeed, Ren is right. I am mean. The joy and relief I feel knowing Ren is troubled because of me are undeniable. The more I see this side of Ren, the more the loneliness I felt when she wasn't around seems to ease. And then, trying to turn my eyes away from my own ugliness, I ask Ren again. "Are you really not going to kiss me?" "Next time." And with that, she dives into my arms, trying to evade my gaze. Her kitten-like behavior, a stark contrast to her beautiful appearance, warms my heart.