Milf Hunter in Another World

It was a pink room that made me question whether they were 400 years old or just four.

“Is the one with the white stockings the older sister?”

“Yes, I’m the older sister.”

“But we’re only a year apart.”

“Even if we’re a year apart, an older sister is an older sister.”

“Alright, alright, don’t fight. Let’s do it this way.”

I sat on the bed covered with a pink comforter and held their hands tightly.

“The one who has sex first is the older sister.”

“Then me…!”