A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 38: Precious Sister, A Girl’s Luxury ☆

Chapter 38: Precious Sister, A Girl’s Luxury ☆

“Riding the Ferris wheel alone with Shun-nii… I never thought this day would come.”

As the gondola lifts off the ground, Yuki murmurs across from me. This Ferris wheel is fairly large, offering a view of the park, so the ride lasts longer.

Probably about ten minutes, I think, wondering what to talk about. I’m surprised to be in this situation too.

Yuki says, “This park’s huge, huh?” looking out happily, but noticing my vague replies, she turns to me.

“Shun-nii, are you… nervous?”

She saw through me. Kind women gauge my feelings, but Yuki especially seems to read me completely.

Seeing me hesitate, she says, “Fufu, it’s okay,” showing concern, then looks like she’s recalling something.

“…Shun-nii’s really changed, hasn’t he? Before, it felt like I wasn’t even on your radar… but now you’re so kind, worrying about things you don’t need to, so I want to help you.”

She fidgets slightly, her face seeming redder, as if holding something back.

“…Y-Yuki?”

“Ah, um, sorry!” she replies, gauging my expression before suggesting, “…If it’s okay, can I sit next to you?”

Her proposal is so sweet, like something lovers do. Even from my cute sister, it’s overwhelming.

I can’t think of a reason to refuse, nor do I want to. It makes me happy, and I want to believe Yuki wouldn’t lie pointlessly now.

“Yeah, if you’re okay with it…”

At my answer, she straightens up, says, “…Thanks. I’ll sit, then?” and moves beside me.

The four-person gondola has no issue with us side-by-side, but our bodies touch, and her soft scent stirs my heart.

“Ehehe, it’s close, huh?”

Yuki laughs, leaning closer. I hold firm, telling myself it’s sisterly affection.

Yet, she gently buries her face in my neck. Anyone would see this as undeniable closeness, and it’s with my adorable sister.

“You smell nice… and warm…”

Her scent is a hundred times better, but I’m losing the ability to think.

She stays like that until the Ferris wheel nears the top, then pulls back, facing me with a slight smile and serious eyes.

“Shun-nii, I need to apologize for something… no, two things.”

She looks into my eyes and starts.

“In the haunted house, I grabbed your arm. It wasn’t just because I was scared… I got a bit jealous of Yukari-san during badminton.”

I struggle to keep up, confused why she’d be jealous of Yukari-san.

“No, I know she was worried about your injury! But she touched you so easily, and I thought… I was a little jealous. By the second half of the haunted house, I was used to it, so I thought it might be a chance. I knew it was unfair.”

Unfair doesn’t suit her, yet she sounds slightly desperate, her gaze fixed on me.

“So, the other thing I need to apologize for is this Ferris wheel. I selfishly asked Yukari-san to let us be alone. I did want to talk, but it was for my own sake… yet Yukari-san agreed easily, and you didn’t mind at all. Compared to that, I’m so selfish… even though we’re here as three…!”

Her eyes are red but tearless.

“I really have so much to say. Thank you for always being kind, for not minding my chatter… I’m overflowing with things. But right now, I’m probably a bad sister… monopolizing you, feeling happy about it, when there’s Asagi-san, Maki-san, Yukari-san… is it okay for me to feel this good…?”

She looks down slightly, pausing.

I take in her words, knowing I need to refute some parts.

“…Yuki, I don’t think you’re a bad sister at all, or selfish.”

She looks up, hitting me with a strong gaze.

“Being with me isn’t some great thing… but if you want it, I’m ready to accept anything… absolutely…”

I don’t know what I can do, but if she wants to monopolize me, I think my role as her brother is to respond.

“…Shun-nii… saying that, I…”

She spreads her arms, wrapping them around my back, hugging me tightly with her soft arms.

Tears might be on her cheeks. I can’t see her face in my chest, but her voice sounds different.

“…Sorry, Shun-nii… I said all that about other girls, but I’m the same… I wanted to feel you like this. I’ve always wanted it… sorry, Asagi-san… sorry, everyone…!”

She seems smaller, lovable yet sad. It’s because I’ve leaned on her kindness. This is my responsibility.

“…Yuki, I shouldn’t say this, but… you don’t need to apologize. You’re my sister, so if you feel lonely, it’s my fault…”

I want to convey that, but the words won’t come. I hate myself for faltering now.

“No… I’m your sister, but I shouldn’t feel like this…!”

Her strained voice echoes in the gondola.

“I might be jealous of Asagi-san, Maki-san… even Yukari-san… I’m probably a failure as a sister, so small and uncute compared to them… me, like this…!”

“…That’s not true!”

Unable to bear it, I cut her off.

“You’re cute, bright… a sister too good for me. If you have feelings to throw at me, do it as much as you want, and I’ll take them if it’s okay with me…”

Yuki’s belittling herself in front of me. I can’t comprehend why a charming girl like her would.

I don’t want her to suppress her feelings, as a sister or a woman. If I can be her outlet, I’d gladly be that.

“…Ugu, Sh-Shun-nii… thank you… gusu, uuu, sorry… I keep crying…!”

She keeps her eyes wet until the gondola opens. Still, she’s a strong girl, drying her tears by the time we return to the entrance.

Seeing her post-crying face, Yukari-san looks surprised, but after Yuki whispers something, she nods understandingly.

“…Um, Shun-sama, thank you.”

Yukari-san bows deeply. I don’t know what Yuki said, but I didn’t intend to be thanked.

We walk slowly to the exit. Yuki holds my hand the whole way. I’m unsure at first but accept it.

Yukari-san leads us to the car. We let go once, but after buckling up, Yuki reaches for my hand. When I hesitantly take it, she leans her head on the seat, relieved.

Yuki closes her eyes, almost sleeping, but never lets go, gripping tighter. I think.

I spend the 20-minute ride home, occasionally checking on her, feeling awkward. She doesn’t open her eyes until we arrive. I tell myself her relaxed expression is my wishful thinking—she can’t find me that comforting yet.

“Well, I’ll be going…”

Back home, lingering in the living room, Yukari-san speaks. Yuki said she’d rest in her room and hasn’t come down.

“Kaori-sama said she’ll be back by 8 to cook… I left snacks in the fridge, so eat if you’re hungry…”

“Y-Yukari-san, you’re not staying?”

She shakes her head slightly.

“…Today, please spend time with Yuki-sama. As a housekeeper, I ask this…!”

She bows deeply, heads to the entrance, and I hear the door lock. I know I should talk to Yuki, but I’m at a loss for how to act.

It’s just past 5, so there’s time before Mom returns. I should face Yuki properly.

I’m anxious. I’ve leaned on her kindness so much—will she still accept me? In my old world, I’d just wait time out.

But Yuki’s kind, always gently untying my heart’s knots. Just thanking her for that, I motivate myself.

I climb the stairs to the second floor, nervous, with no plan if she’s crying.

At the top, a door closes. Yuki’s leaving her room, and our eyes meet.

“Ah, Shun-nii… um, I…”

In a T-shirt and shorts, Yuki looks awkward seeing me.

But, resolving herself, she opens her eyes wide and murmurs a request.

“…Um, c-can you come to my room…?”

It’s been since Asagi-san and Yamamoto-san stayed over that I entered her room. It’s like mine structurally but feels more vibrant.

Yuki sits on her bed, gesturing for me to sit. I take the desk chair, facing her.

“Shun-nii, um, I… I said all that, but you were kind, and I don’t know how to act… but…!”

I don’t know what to say, just letting my gaze wander. I should at least meet her eyes, but I can’t.

She interjects, “I’m gonna ask…?”

“Um, Shun-nii… what do you think of me? I can’t help wondering…!”

Asagi-san asked something similar. But with my sister, I hesitate to give the same answer.

I feel the same about Yuki as Asagi-san: “You’re kind, I’m happy to be with you.” That’s who she is to me.

Is that love?

Even as my sister, she’s a cute girl. I don’t want to betray her feelings or lie.

After that conflict, I choose an honest but cowardly answer.

“…You’re always kind, bright, and with me… you’re the best sister to me…”

Because she’s my sister, I’m cautious. She probably sees me as her brother, and I can’t break that.

“…Your words make me so happy, my heart feels warm…”

She looks relieved, and I finally meet her gaze.

Her clear eyes, long lashes, small lips and nose—her beautiful face is almost embarrassing to look at.

She continues.

“But… I can’t be a good sister. I might not have the confidence to be a good sibling…”

What does she mean? As I grow confused, she stands from the bed, stepping toward me.

“…Sorry, Shun-nii. But this… is how I feel…?”

The next moment, my lips feel a soft touch, and Yuki’s closed eyes are before me. A brief, passionate kiss, just pressing together, happens in an instant.