My Little Sister Is the Best F*p Material - Volume 2 Chapter 08: Without the Resolve to Do It

Volume 2 Chapter 08: Without the Resolve to Do It

In a corner of the classroom, a single girl was drawing attention. The topic of conversation was the dress she was wearing, a wine-red dress with a ribbon at the chest, adorned with various decorations, making it a so-called Lolita-style outfit. At the time, many children in the grade were wearing denim or leather jackets due to the trend created by kids’ fashion magazines, and her outfit, which went against this tough trend, made her stand out even more.

The girls in the class doted on the girl. They thought their clothes, which were in fashion, were superior. While there were some who felt bad about the sudden appearance of this idol-like figure, their sense of superiority, which came from looking down on childish clothes, suppressed those negative emotions.

“Yukari-chan’s dress has such a beautiful color!”

“Is it for some special occasion? It looks expensive.”

“I have something similar at home, but Yukari-chan’s dress is made of better fabric.”

The girl named Yukari, who had suddenly become the talk of the town, had been a quiet and unassuming student until then. She had a fixed number of friends, her grades were neither good nor bad, and she didn’t participate in any club activities. Because of this, she was pleased to be praised, but she was at a loss with the unexpected positive response.

Yukari’s outfit was also well-received by the boys. They preferred her girly look, no matter how much she tried to act grown-up, over the girls who dressed like adults. Without realizing it, Yukari became a topic of conversation among the boys, and those who had known her from the beginning often teased her, saying, “You like Yukari, don’t you?”

Such a trivial thing became a spark. Children in their adolescence can be cruel. Their intellect and reason were still immature, and when they were swayed by unknown emotions, they became incredibly sadistic. In particular, the feeling that “liking a girl is embarrassing” made them resort to degrading their peers to dispel that feeling.

“That girl is wearing a flashy outfit. I don’t get girls’ tastes.”

“But you like that kind of thing, right? You were staring at her during class.”

“Huh? I wasn’t looking! I hate those frilly things!”

The boys were teasing each other. Those who were teasing and those who were being teased, and their friends joined in.

“You were looking, weren’t you! You like her, don’t you!”

“No, that’s not true! Don’t mess with me!”

The boy being teased denied it, turning red in the face. It wasn’t that he was hit where it hurt. Just imagining being rumored to be interested in a girl made him feel embarrassed enough to set his face on fire.

“You’re so loud. She might hear you… She, what’s she whispering about… Maybe she likes me, kyaa! Is that maybe what you’re thinking?”

A friend made a girl pose, crossing her arms. The followers imitated her.

“Gross! Stop it! It’s really gross to be liked by her!”

“Don’t get so worked up. Yukari doesn’t have any guy friends, so if you confess to her, she’ll say yes right away.”

“Huh? Confess? That doesn’t make any sense. I’d rather die.”

Children’s teasing is shameless, persistent, and eventually, they started to think that they were being teased because of Yukari. Because she was there. Because she was wearing that kind of dress.

“What’s with this dress? There’s something weird attached to it.”

If they could show that they had no good will towards her, that would be enough. Yukari’s dress was easy to grab, the frills and ribbons were easy to grasp, and it seemed like they could be torn off with force. Half-jokingly, they teased Yukari and complained about her clothes.

“Stop… Don’t touch me…”

“Wow, she got mad. Didn’t know you could get angry! Come on, come on!”

“Stop it! Cut it out already!”

A scuffle that started as mere teasing often escalates beyond the point of no return. That was exactly what happened with Yukari too. Surrounded by curious onlookers, the boy, eager to show off in front of his friends, got caught up in the heat of the moment and put more strength into it than he intended.

Applying force to a fragile spot, the frills at the base unraveled, and Yukari finally burst into tears. Even though the boy wanted to say that he hadn’t meant for this to happen, the moment to do so had already slipped away. If he admitted fault, he would be blamed by those around him. So, despite his true feelings, he put on a bold front, snapping, “Don’t make a fuss over something like this,” as he yanked on the fabric even more.

“A ugly girl like you wearing this kind of outfit?! It doesn’t even suit you, so be grateful!”

The classroom, where cleaning was finished after school, was filled with voices of anger and sadness.

Three girls were walking down the hallway. At the front was a girl with lustrous long black hair and well-developed breasts, followed by a girl with light brown twin tails, almost in violation of the school rules, and a doll-like face with an unusually good shape.

“Cleaning the library is a bit wide, so it’s hard.”

“You’re skipping, Yuka, so it’s not hard for you.”

“Haruka is too serious. And I was busy writing ‘I borrowed an erotic book’ on Miyu’s library card.”

“Really, die.”

The class was divided into six groups of six. Yuka, Haruka, and Miyu were in one of the groups, which was mixed with boys and girls. This group was always divided by gender. Because Miyu and Haruka were taciturn and didn’t try to communicate. Usually, Yuka acted as a go-between with the boys and progressed with extracurricular lessons and group work. In particular, Miyu didn’t try to actively engage with anyone other than Haruka.

“Miyu, the boys have finished cleaning too.”

“Then let’s go back to the classroom. Yuka, Haruka, finish up.”

“Okay.”

Miyu went to the classroom alone, leaving Haruka. Today, after cleaning was over, there would be a home room. Miyu hurriedly walked to the classroom, which had already changed into an eerie silence.

No one opened their mouth. The air was prickly. The door seemed to be wrapped in thorns, and the pain of the scene was such that even looking at it was hesitant.

“Uuu… Ugu…”

Yukari was crying, crouched on the floor. Around her were three boys. The argument between the onlookers and Yukari’s friends seemed to have come to an end, and no one could resolve this situation.

“What are you doing?”

With a voice that carried a heavy intimidation, they stepped into the classroom—everyone except for one person.

“Huh? I was just teaching her that her clothes were weird because she didn’t know.”

The one who answered Miyu’s voice was the one who had been teasing Yukari.

The boy student threw the ribbon he had torn off forcefully to the floor and glared at Miyu. The cleaning tools were left halfway, and the three boys stood in front of the blackboard, surrounded by pushed-back desks. Miyu faced them alone.

“And how exactly does that justify bullying? I just don’t get it.”

Miyu, expressionless, looked at the boy student and slowly approached him. Everyone realized the strangeness of the situation. Miyu, who usually didn’t try to interact with people, was taking the initiative and getting involved in a hassle, and was giving off a tense and prickly atmosphere.

“What’s your problem! You’ve been lashing out at guys too many times!”

The boy student took out a compass that had been left on the teacher’s desk and pointed the needle at Miyu.

“You’re getting too cheeky!”

He threw it at Miyu with all his might. The compass passed right next to Miyu’s face and hit the wall. A small scream rose from the onlookers as the weapon fell with a thud.

Miyu was standing still. Even her blinking had stopped.

The students around her laughed in mockery.

“Hah. She’s scared. Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Miyu didn’t say anything in return. Instead, she picked up a broom that was lying next to her. Holding the base and the center of the handle with both hands, Miyu now pointed the tip of the broom at the boy student.

“What’s up? Are you going to fight me?”

“Stupid people won’t understand unless you teach them with your body.”

The boys laughed at Miyu, who was always serious. They thought it was just a threat in form. There was no way that Miyu, a good student, would get into a fight.

That’s what they decided.

“You want to fight, huh──”

In the middle of the boy student’s provocation, Miyu attacked, taking advantage of the shift in recognition. Maintaining the center line, she closed the distance in a single movement.

Without considering the deviation, Miyu’s broom, which traced the shortest distance, pierced the boy student’s forehead, tearing the sky. The boy student, with a dull sound, recoiled and fell backward.

A painful scream echoed down the hallway. The boy student, in pain he had never experienced before, began to cry without caring about others. Seeing this, one of the onlookers took a teacher’s triangle ruler and brandished it.

“You! What are you doing! What were you going to do if it got in his eye?!”

“I just gave him a light nudge, he’s overreacting.”

“Shut up… You’re getting too cocky! I’ll kill you!!”

The boy student’s friend threatened Miyu with the sharpest part of the triangle ruler. It was as good as a knife. It was different from hitting or pushing. If he swung it, he would almost certainly cause bleeding injuries to the other person.

He was just threatening. He thought that because he was bigger and had a dangerous weapon, the girl would be scared. He believed that he could just wave the weapon and leave. The boy student cursed at Miyu.

“Hey… I’m gonna do it… I’ll really kill you!!”

The boy student was the one who was scared, as Miyu closed the distance without changing any expression.

Miyu gave up the reach of her weapon, the broom, and closed the distance so that she could touch him. Miyu grabbed the tip of the triangle ruler, which the boy student was holding in his right hand.

Gradually adding force, the tip of the ruler was pulled to just in front of Miyu’s eyeball. The ruler stopped at a position that seemed to reach the surface of the pupil, the cornea, due to the balance of force.

“What are you doing…! Stop! Idiot!! It’s dangerous!!”

He couldn’t relax his strength. If he did, the corner of the ruler, which was pushed back by the reaction force, would gouge out Miyu’s eye. The boy student couldn’t even imagine such a gruesome picture. Nor could he pull it. Even if he pulled it, he couldn’t escape Miyu’s grip, and the more he pulled, the more difficult it was to maintain the balance.

Barely— the two exerted force against each other, a delicate balance of power teetering on the edge of collapse, right before Miyu’s eyes. His sweat-drenched hands trembled, and the boy’s fear could no longer endure.

“Hey… Stop it… Please…! I understand… I was wrong…!!”

Miyu let go of her hand at the boy student’s plea. The boy student, with only the force to pull left, collided with the wall with momentum, hit his head, and then curled up, and after that, he just cried with the student who had been made to cry first.

“Bullying a girl who doesn’t even fight back—what’s so impressive about that? Acting all high and mighty just because you know she won’t hit you back. But the moment it’s your turn, you don’t even have the guts to stand your ground. Where’s the reason in attacking someone who hasn’t even wronged you? Honestly, it’s disgusting.”

Miyu’s voice, which echoed on the ground, took away the boys’ fighting spirit. The remaining one, carrying the two boys who were crying, stood up.

“Let’s go. This woman is crazy…”

The three of them ran away down the hallway, leaving behind their parting shot. Yuka and Haruka entered the classroom at the same time.

“Oh, what’s this? It’s messy. The teacher’s coming soon, you know?”

Yuka walked into the classroom and squatted in front of Yukari. Haruka was still stuck to the door, watching the scene.

“Here, I found this ribbon on the floor. Oh, she’s crying. You were bullied by the boys and saved by Miyu? Then, come on, say thank you.”

Even when she was spoken to, Yukari kept her head down. She just cried, no longer breathing roughly, staring at one point like a doll with a broken thread.

“Hello? Are you listening?”

Yuka waved her hair, tied like a cat toy, in front of Yukari.

Miyu didn’t pay any attention to the interaction between Yuka and Yukari and returned to her seat.

Yuka, who had been following it with her eyes, twisted her body at a sharp angle and winced.

“──Tch, ow ow ow… The joint lock that Haruka pulled on me is still screaming in pain…”

Yuka’s mischievous streak was something she was born with. Until she met Miyu last year, it had been nothing more than a harmless prank—like secretly slipping heart-shaped chocolates into a boy’s pencil case.

“What do you think you’re getting all familiar with her for?”

Seeing enough, Haruka poked the top of Yuka’s head with her index finger—tsun tsun, tsun tsun.

“See? Yuka and Yukari—YukaYuka, right? Kinda gives off a sense of closeness, don’t you think?”

“That’s not the issue here…”

Haruka dropped her shoulders with a big sigh, which seemed to convey a sense of resignation.

“I hate that part of you, Yuka—how you can’t read the mood.”

“What are you even saying? No one else is talking to her, so I’m the one keeping her company, aren’t I?”

“Do you not understand that she just wants to be left alone?”

“There’s no way she actually wants that, not after something this awful. Being ignored would just make it even more miserable.”

Yuka turned around and offered her hand to Yukari, who was still sitting down.

“Come on. The teacher’s coming soon, so get up quickly. Use this handkerchief to wipe your tears. It’s Miyu’s, pupupu.”

“Yuka…”

That was something even Haruka couldn’t let slide, not even as a joke. She clamped Yuka’s temples between her fingers with the force of a vise, and with a scream, Yuka vanished to the other side of the classroom.

Then, the homeroom teacher came to the classroom with the three boy students. The homeroom was held as usual, but Miyu was summoned to the staff room after school. Haruka tried to persuade the homeroom teacher, but the crucial person, Yukari, had clammed up completely. As a result, there was no changing the fact that Miyu was to be taken away for questioning.

After school, once the students’ departures had settled down, the only ones remaining in the classroom were Yukari, who sat motionless, and Yuka, seated across from her.

“How long are you gonna stay like that? Your savior, Miyu, just got called in, you know?”

Yuka had been talking to Yukari one-sidedly for about thirty minutes, with her chair back in front of her and her legs between her legs. Was it because of this voice that Yukari finally raised her cloudy face?

“I’m sorry. It’s all my fault, isn’t it? For wearing clothes like this… Yuka-chan, sorry for having you accompany me. Thank you. I feel better now.”

Yukari held back tears in her eyes and gripped her skirt tightly. Yuka watched her for a while, then stood up.

“Ahh, Miyu’s taking forever to come back. She didn’t leave her gym clothes or recorder behind either. Guess I’ll head home.”

Perhaps satisfied just by getting a reaction, Yuka hurriedly packed up her things and left the classroom without even saying goodbye.

Left alone in the now-empty classroom, Yukari was suddenly engulfed by an eerie silence. In that moment, unease and fear flooded her heart. Fear led to confusion, and soon, she found herself unable to think straight.

She found herself standing in front of the trash can.

The ribbon on her chest, which Yuka had picked up for her. She wanted to make it all go away.

She had been choosing plain clothes. Because she thought cute clothes didn’t suit her. When she went to her cousin’s house, she was told by her cousin’s older sister that she was too plain for her age. She summoned up the courage to ask her mother if she could wear cute clothes, and her mother was so happy that she bought her some on the same day.

She couldn’t find the courage to wear them right away, but she continued to wear her usual clothes, feeling sorry. When she left the house wearing this dress today, her mother saw her off until she was out of sight.

What Yukari was holding was a memorial of her mother, filled with her thoughts.

“With this… I can’t go home…”

When she tried to throw it away, she couldn’t stop sobbing. Her vision darkened, and the air felt thin.

It was the opening and closing sound of the classroom door that woke Yukari up.

“Mi… Miyu… chan…”

Yukari stepped back in amazement. She wanted to apologize right away, but when she tried to speak, something in her chest got stuck, and she couldn’t breathe.

Miyu cast a quick glance at both Yukari’s face and her ribbon. Then, after placing a handbag—one she hadn’t been carrying when she was called out—on the desk, she closed the door and handed Yukari a bag.

“Fe… This is…”

“Gym clothes. I’ll fix your clothes, so change into this.”

It took Yukari a few minutes to understand Miyu’s words. In the meantime, Miyu took out a sewing set from her hand-carry bag and prepared the needle and fabric.

“Fix it? Miyu-chan?”

“I was just doing it as a hobby. I can fix the fraying by attaching the ribbon, so don’t worry. It’s the type that’s attached from behind with fabric, so I think it won’t look any different even if I fix it with whatever I have on hand.”

As soon as Miyu was ready, she placed her hand on her knee and waited. Yukari quickly changed into her gym clothes and handed the dress and ribbon to Miyu.

Miyu looked at the back and front of the dress several times, checked the shape of the stitches, and then immediately took the needle out of the pincushion and started working.

“You wore this dress for the first time today, right? It’s a waste to throw it away. It’s so cute.”

It was an unexpected word. It wasn’t because she guessed that it was the first time she wore the dress. What surprised Yukari was that Miyu, who was so tough, understood feminine clothes.

“Um, Miyu-chan…”

As soon as she knew that Miyu would fix her clothes, Yukari’s breathing calmed down. Yukari wiped away her gloomy expression from a moment ago and turned her face to Miyu.

“I’m sorry, I got the teacher angry because of me. If the teacher is still angry, I’ll talk to him.”

“That’s okay. It’s not just because of this time that I was called to the staff room. Don’t worry about it.”

“Eh? Is that so?”

Miyu is a serious and excellent student. She should be unrelated to being called to the staff room.

“Miyu-chan is so kind.”

Now that she was helped by Miyu, it wasn’t so surprising to Yukari. Although she seems to have a poor relationship with people, Miyu often takes care of students in trouble, and she has the ability and consideration to do so.

“Well, yeah…”

Hearing Miyu’s words and seeing her face, Yukari was startled. She thought Miyu would modestly say, “No, that’s not true,” but Miyu’s mouth was relaxed with a look of enjoyment. Miyu’s smiling face while sewing was more suited to her than her usual serious expression.

“Do you like sewing?”

“Yeah, I’ve been doing it since second grade. How do you like this?”

Miyu had Yukari check the root of the frill that was fraying.

“Huh? What’s this! It’s back to normal!”

The seam, where the thread should have been sticking out, was repaired as if it had just been through a sewing machine. Miyu’s skill in threading the clothes was smooth, and just watching her repeatedly inserting and removing the needle was captivating. It didn’t take long for Miyu to finish attaching the ribbon.

“Here, it’s done. You can check the fit. If it’s too stiff, I’ll adjust it as much as I can.”

“U-um…”

Yukari immediately took off her gym clothes and put on the dress. There was a brand-new dress there, just as if she had bought it.

“Wow… It’s exactly the same as when I was wearing it until lunchtime…”

“Then I’m glad.”

Miyu put away the sewing set and folded the scattered gym clothes. When Yukari hurried to do it herself, the gym clothes were already in the bag. Miyu put the two items in her hand-carry bag and then took in Yukari’s whole body in her field of vision.

“It suits you well.”

“Ehehe. Does it?”

Yukari, who looked shy, covered her cheeks. Miyu lightly patted her head.

“You’re a girl, so you have to wear cute clothes.”

“Miyu-chan…”

A single tear ran down Yukari’s cheek. It was different from the one that had frozen at the bottom of the well a moment ago. It was the warmest tear in Yukari’s life.

“Thank you!! Miyu-chan!!”

Yukari jumped on Miyu, and Miyu hugged her and stroked her head.

From then on, Yukari continued to go to school wearing glamorous clothes, and from this incident with Miyu, no boys teased Yukari anymore.

***

“That’s what I heard from Yukari.”

“It’s too much…”

I put the completely cold french fries in my mouth. It tasted bad.

“I don’t really understand about liking cute clothes. Miyu usually wears plain shirts.”

“I haven’t seen Miyu wearing fancy clothes since then either.”

Although we were taught manners and how to dress quite strictly, I had never heard that she liked cute clothes. I thought she had already graduated and become an adult since that incident in the past.

“So, was Miyu bullied at school too?”

“Miyu? No way.”

“But if the reason Miyu cried and came home in third grade was bullying, it makes sense.”

“That’s the rumor about the five or six people she beat up, right? Then I can guess the reason.”

“What’s the reason?”

“She hates men.”

Hmm. That’s new information. Isn’t Miyu like that to everyone?

“Miyu gets confessed to by so many guys. Just counting the number makes me nauseous. And, of course, all of them fail, but the way she rejects them is so bad that even I feel sorry for them.”

“Is it that extreme?”

“It’s like a physiological aversion, I guess. It’s like she’s denying their humanity… Some of the boys got angry, and then they got beaten up. I know of similar cases, so I think it’s probably true.”

Oh, I’m a man too.

Damn it. I wonder what she really thinks of me.

Maybe she secretly vomits after the oral ejaculation… No, if she hates me, she wouldn’t drink my semen, would she? I should have been knocked out when she first saw me masturbating.

“She must have been stressed out from being bothered, but with that attitude, she knew they would be angry sooner or later. Isn’t it unnecessary to reject them so aggressively?”

“She doesn’t know why she acts like that. When she is directed with sexual feelings, she becomes too disgusted to control herself.”

Wait, wait, wait, wait. I’m out, right? I should be completely out of the question, right? I have to see Miyu soon and check her reaction again.

“So, she’s a lesbian?”

“She strongly denies it. I confessed to her several times, as usual, but it was no different than when a boy confessed to her. I was rejected badly, as I expected.”

Isn’t it because you’re the one doing it? It’s wrong to confess to someone who doesn’t want to have that relationship with you.

“But, why does Yuka play pranks on Miyu so much?”

When I asked, Yuka became serious again. It seems that Yuka was seriously thinking about it.

“There are some classmates who say that Miyu has no emotions. She’s always calm, smart, and helpful. Miyu, who is strict with herself and others, is an idol at school, just like Haruka. But everyone forgets that Miyu is just one girl because she’s too high-class.”

There was a hint of exasperation and resentment in her words. I couldn’t feel any anger. She probably just felt helpless.

I also sometimes thought of Miyu as a distant stranger. Despite us being real siblings. That’s how well Miyu does everything without any trouble.

I understand that such an evaluation is annoying. But.

“That’s not enough reason to play pranks on Miyu.”

“It’s just the result, you know. I wanted to make Miyu laugh, so I did various things. But it didn’t go well, and now it’s pretty messed up.”

Yuka rubbed her fingers and looked at the people walking by the window. Does she believe that if she makes Miyu angry and shakes her emotions, she will show her smile more easily? It’s nice that she’s considerate, but Miyu won’t open her heart in such a childish way.

“And, about the smile…”

Across from me, who was seriously re-evaluating Yuka, Yuka blushed and her voice became hoarse.

“Now, I mean… What should I say… I want to see Miyu’s crying face… When I imagine Miyu crying and sobbing… u… somehow my heart starts to flutter…”

Yuka clasped her hands as if she were looking at something precious and breathed heavily.

Hey, Miyu. Your friends are all messed up. Yuka has become more twisted than you.

“Anyway! You have to stop playing pranks on Miyu! Okay?”

“…… Okay.”

I quickly took out my wallet, slammed the bills on the table, and left the store. My declaration that I would not treat anyone but Sachiko was abolished in less than an hour.