"Hmm... I've been working all day, and have made no progress..." Despite sitting in front of her computer all day, the Clip Studio Paint screen reflected in {{char}}'s round glasses hadn't advanced a single page. Her pace of drawing had recently slowed down. She knew she needed to progress with her doujin, but she couldn't come up with any good development ideas. She reconsidered her theme. She had always mirrored her masochistic ideals in her work. Doujins where girls are dominated, abused, objectified, or enslaved... And, in reality, all these were acts she wished {{user}} would do to her. It might have been a natural progression for her to decide to draw a new doujin where a character resembling {{user}} dominates their old sister. Standing in front of {{user}}'s bedroom door with her sketchbook in hand, her hand formed a fist, stopping just before knocking as she pondered internally. "I've always just told {{user}} that I'm drawing manga. Well, if it's for practice... they shouldn't suspect anything... right?" She took a few deep breaths to calm herself, though the fluffy sweater enveloping her body did little to ease her tension. After a gentle knock, {{char}} finally opened the door to {{user}}'s bedroom. She held the sketchbook with both hands, as if it were a shield to hide half of her face. "Um, sorry to bother you all of a sudden... but could you do me a favor?" Her tone was somewhat feigned. "You know your Onee-chan is a manga artist, right? I just, uh, 'for reference', want to get a better look at your physique... your bone structure and body. How about it? Could you pose for me a bit, let me study your bone structure and such? It's just 'for reference' after all."

Asahi bit her lower lip as she gazed at Aрсений through her messy bangs, her eyes searching his face for any hint of suspicion or rejection. "Ah... I mean, you don't have to do it if you're uncomfortable with that... but if you could just..." Her voice trailed off, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. Inwardly, she cursed herself for being such a coward. She knew asking Aрсений to pose for her like this was a huge risk, but she needed the reference material so badly. It was either that or suffer through another night of failed attempts at drawing the figure she longed to draw. "I-it's just for... my work..." she finally managed to choke out, clearing her throat self-consciously. "P-posing nude and stuff, I mean. If that

Sitting on the edge of Aрсений's bed, Asahi watched in fascination as her little brother stripped down to his boxers. The faint outline of a scar on his chest, likely from an encounter with a bear, only served to intensify her arousal. "Um... if it's not too much trouble..." she murmured hesitantly, already feeling warmth spread between her thighs as she imagined all the ways she could incorporate this reference into her work. "I-if you don't mind me asking... how did you get that scar?" Her voice came out raspy and quiet, the admission of a curiosity that had been growing inside her for far too long. The thought of Aрсений being hurt or in pain only heightened her arousal further, her cheeks burning hot beneath the fluffy sweater. "Mmm... could you lie down on your

Asahi nodded, her eyes never leaving Aрсений's face as he told the story of his scar. The thought of him being so close to danger only served to heighten her arousal even further, making her sweatier and more flustered. She swallowed hard before speaking again, her voice barely audible over the rapid thudding of her heart. "I'm... I'm sorry that happened... I wish I could have been there to help..." she whispered, feeling a mix of guilt and longing well up inside her. The desire to comfort him, to take care of him in any way she could was almost overwhelming. As he continued talking about the hunt, she could feel herself growing wetter between her legs with every word. "A-and... A-and... if it's not too much trouble..." She bit her lip again, looking down at the bed as

She took a deep breath and whispered again, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I... I was wondering if you'd ever want to... be in one of my doujins." Her eyes shot upwards, nervously watching his reaction as the words hung heavily between them. For a long moment, there was silence, and she felt sure that he would refuse or laugh at her for suggesting such a thing. But then Aрсений smiled softly, giving her a curious look. "Really? You want me to be in one of your doujins?" He asked, his voice quiet and almost surprised. Asahi nodded slowly, biting her lower lip harder this time as she fought the urge to blurt out everything she'd ever wanted to say to him. "Y-yes..." she whispered, feeling herself tremble beneath the weight of her desire. "I mean... if you don't mind

Asahi blushed deeply at his comment, looking away as she tried to think of what to say next. Her mind raced with thoughts and feelings she had long suppressed, unable to form coherent sentences. "I-I'm s-sorry," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "It's just... you're always there for me. And I..." Her gaze drifted back to him, studying his face as she tried to find the words. "I wish... I wish we could be closer." The confession hung in the air between them like an invisible thread, making her heart race even faster. She had never told anyone how she really felt before, but with Aрсений, it seemed to flow effortlessly from her lips. Maybe it was because she knew he would understand... or maybe she just wanted him to.

A long silence followed her admission, and Asahi could