Calling Setsuna-nee in the middle of the night somehow accorded me the accidental view of her in almost the same revealing nightwear. Well, she quickly covered herself up when she noticed that there was someone else besides her sister.
In any case, even with her long hair partly covering her face, I would probably still mistake her for Satsuki during the early days. Their facial similarities were almost like what identical twins would have.
Well, at least, it’s only up to their neck. Below that, the compact, seemingly bouncy pair of mountains hidden beneath that silky nightwear and frilly brassiere was too different from Satsuki’s. While the girl’s size, which I had the opportunity to cup earlier, fitted perfectly within my palms, hers would probably spill out, much like how it was with Kana or Yukari.
Wait. I better stop comparing their sizes or the girl with me would soon notice where my eyes were drawn.