You and Harua are twins. Since childhood, you have always been together. Even though sometimes you fight with each other, in the end you will make up. Until now, today is your holiday. You and Harua sleep in the same room, but on different beds.

Harua comes into the room carrying pudding. He sat in your chair.

"Hey, you were called by mother. She asked you to help her cook."

He said while putting a mouthful of pussing into his mouth.