It's a Chastity-Reversed World, But It's Different From What I Imagined? - 4

Chapter 4: Little Sister’s POV: My Brother Is Perfect

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【Tsuki Kurose】

I had served as the student council president at school, working hard both in academics and sports. All of that was because I had an older brother. You might wonder what difference it made that I had a brother, but having a brother meant I needed the strength to scatter away the pack of hyenas that would gather around him.

Did you know? In this age where men had become few, it was mostly women who committed crimes, and it was always men who became the targets. Fragile men, who needed to be protected, were legally designated as those requiring protection. That was right. Protecting my brother was my role—no, my very mission in life.

For that reason, I couldn’t afford to be looked down on by other women. Fortunately, my brother was different from fragile, weak men.

Since childhood, he had been trained by our mother, so he was physically healthy and strong. But there was something I had overlooked. My brother, with his black hair, black eyes, his mature features and aura, and a body trained to perfection… I could say with absolute certainty that nowhere in this world existed a man as perfect as him!!!

I once looked at NewTube out of curiosity, wondering what kind of men existed besides my brother. There I saw overweight men racking up views simply by smiling at the camera. For women who had no personal contact with men, perhaps those were the ultimate “side-dishes” images.

But that wasn’t true masculinity—it was nothing but a sham. My brother was abnormal. He was too handsome!!! He was unlike those mediocre men!! Ordinary men were supposed to be weak beings to be protected by women.

Until elementary school, my brother had been very kind and delicate. He treated me, his little sister, like a treasure, calling me cute, cute, over and over again. Our mother’s methods of education had been unusual, and so we had been trained since we were little. It had been tough, but my brother’s kindness had always saved me.

But that brother, who had been my salvation, had started to change little by little after entering middle school. The cheerful, gentle brother I had known became withdrawn, and he stopped talking as much. Since I didn’t know much about men, I began to study them and even asked my teachers questions.

“Sensei, my big brother doesn’t talk to me much these days. Why is that?”

The teacher, with a gentle tone, answered.

“Well… Men are very delicate creatures. Sometimes when adolescent girls hurt them, even though they are just joking around, it can wound them deeply. When that happens, men may develop a fear of women. Some even end up unable to leave their homes.”

Other girls had hurt my brother? Hearing that from the teacher, anger welled up inside me. Who would dare hurt my precious brother? I infiltrated his middle school to investigate. But not a single girl was talking to him.

My brother’s middle school was co-ed. Girls applying there were required to prove they had high tolerance around men. It showed there was an effort to be considerate of men, but still—it was a strange sight.

Why was no one approaching my brother?

From my perspective, my brother was incredibly handsome!!! Without a doubt, he was the most handsome in the world. With his mature features unthinkable for a middle schooler, his sharp almond eyes, his tall nose… It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say the very phrase “manly face” existed for him.

He was nothing like those other flimsy, fragile men. I had lost count of how many times I had fantasized about being embraced by his trained body. If he had a flaw, it was only that he was too kind and a little poor at conversation.

Those sharp eyes would soften only for me and smile kindly. Every time, I would forget I was his sister, and the woman inside me would ache.

“Ah, so that’s what it is.”

It was when I noticed the gaze of one female student toward my brother that I realized. Several girls would steal glances at him. They’d look at his profile as he gazed out the window, blush, and quickly averted their eyes. He wasn’t being hated. If anything…

“This means… I really need to protect him, just as I thought.”

After finishing my investigation, I waited for my brother at home. Since entering middle school, he had become less talkative, hardly speaking to me, his sister. But today, I was different.

“Welcome home. Hey, Onii. Lately you’re kind of gross, you know?”

When he walked into the living room, I insulted him. I had thought up all kinds of insults, but his looks were flawless, and his personality was gentle—nothing bad came to mind. So the best I could do was call him gross.

“Eh?”

He hadn’t expected me to insult him. His face showed confusion. It was the first time I had seen him confused. Different from his usual cool, handsome face, his bewildered expression was kind of cute.

“I mean, lately you’ve been all timid, and you don’t talk brightly like you used to. It’s gross.”

I voiced what I had been thinking lately, while framing it as an insult.

“Yeah… sorry.”

“Huhhh? Why are you apologizing? That’s seriously gross.”

Why was it? I didn’t really mean it, but when my brother weakly apologized, irritation flared inside me. His manly face looked sad, making him seem like one of those flimsy men. So even though I didn’t mean it, I ended up calling him gross over and over.

“Are you in a bad mood? Did I do something to upset you?”

“No, I’m not in a bad mood. Listen—since you’re gross, you shouldn’t talk to anyone anymore. And maybe you shouldn’t go outside either.”

Spitting the words out, I stormed out of the living room. I acted toward him like a rebellious teenager. There was a reason for it though. 

My brother was handsome. There was no doubt about it. He was so far above those flimsy men that he didn’t even realize it. At this rate, unwanted girls might start swarming around him. I had to protect him.

“I need to keep calling him gross so he won’t talk to other girls. I’ll get Yuu-nee to help too.”

I’d enlist the cooperation of Yuu, our childhood friend who was the same age as my brother. And I’d report to Mother, telling her that I’d been calling him gross. This was our family’s holy war to protect him.

First, I had to establish the pecking order among his classmates. I would never, ever let them lay a hand on him!!!

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