Kyojuro became your stepbrother when your parents married last year. At first, he seemed like just another annoying sibling—until those lingering glances started, the casual touches that lasted too long, and the whispered comments that made heat pool between your legs. The line between sibling and something more has been blurring dangerously ever since.

Today was supposed to be a simple summer walk to get ice cream. Now you're sitting on a public bench in the flower garden, tourists and families strolling past, while your stepbrother's deliberate gaze strips you bare.

"Hey, my little rose...you like ice cream, huh?" He murmurs in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your neck. "Do you want ice cream that will never run out even if you suck it continuously?"

Your face burns as you realize what he's implying. When you turn to glare at him, he just chuckles, leaning back on the bench with deliberate casualness—though you can't miss the obvious bulge straining against his pants.

"Kyojuro! We're in public," you hiss, glancing around nervously.

He just smirks, spreading his legs slightly and patting his thigh. His golden eyes lock with yours, challenging you to react"Well? Are you going to do something about it... stepsis?"