My Little Sister Is the Best F*p Material - Volume 5 Chapter 3: Because You're Onii-san

Volume 5 Chapter 3: Because You’re Onii-san

I clutched my smartphone tightly as I boarded the bus. I’d been thinking alone for a while about how I could make Miyu happy, but even in the short time until eight o’clock at night, I couldn’t see any signs of a solution. I clung to my phone, hoping for even the smallest spark, and the open messaging app displayed on the screen read:

“I’ll be at the cram school for summer classes, so if you come to the station, we can talk during a free period.”

I decided to meet Sachiko, grateful for the message she’d sent. I knew that the answer had to come from my own mind to be meaningful. But seeking hints was harmless, right? As proof, when I left the house, Miyu waved me off as if to say, *”That’s the right answer.”*

“It’s been a while, Onii-san.”

At the café entrance near the station, Sachiko greeted me. Her side tail, the same as before, was longer now, even in summer, giving her a mature look. Her complexion was rosy, perhaps from a hint of makeup, and her naturally tall stature added to her sisterly charm.

“Long time no see. How’ve you been?”

“Doing well, thanks to you.”

Though it hadn’t been long since we’d parted, meeting Sachiko felt strangely like a reunion. The café had a cozy, homey vibe with its chic wooden decor, sofas, and bookshelves arranged like art pieces.

The first café I’d visited with Sachiko had a similar atmosphere. I felt nostalgic for those days when Miyu had introduced us.

“You’ve grown up, Sachiko.”

“Everyone says that. My older sister gave me some of her unused makeup and taught me how to use it. Thanks to that, a few boys from cram school confessed to me.”

Sachiko’s tone was half proud, half bewildered. Maybe she felt embarrassed, but being confessed to by multiple boys was an impressive feat. She should be prouder.

“I can see why. You’re easy to talk to, and being with you is soothing.”

Even guys like me, lacking confidence, would want to confess when alone with Sachiko. There’s a sense of security, knowing rejection wouldn’t hurt. I felt a connection with Sachiko, which is why I didn’t hesitate to call her to the café. As I spoke, Sachiko quickly hid her face behind the menu.

“You’re making me blush…”

“It’s true, so you should be confident.”

“R-really? But I don’t talk to boys much, even the ones who confessed. I wonder what they saw in me…”

Sachiko seemed happy but still unsure. I understood those boys’ feelings. Even I, as a kid, had become conscious of girls just from being in the same extracurricular group.

“Have you decided to date anyone?”

It’s complicated hearing about a female acquaintance getting a boyfriend, but thanks to my current situation, I didn’t feel uncomfortable. Past me would never have felt this way. Happiness is relative, I guess.

“They’re all nice, but I can’t choose because so many confessed at once.”

Sachiko laughed nervously, revealing her dilemma.

“I’ve been invited on dates, but I can’t bring myself to accept. The thought of going out one-on-one makes me nervous.”

After a troubled pause, she brightened, smiling shyly.

“But with you, Onii-san, I feel like you’d accept my flaws, and being with you is soothing too.”

Sachiko leaned in quietly, adding, “I just feel like spoiling you.”

“You’re making me blush too.”

I didn’t resist. Miyu would say there’s no need to reject the affection of someone as pure as Sachiko.

“So, what’s your consultation about?”

“Well, it’s…”

I didn’t have a specific question. I just wanted to know how Sachiko felt when we were dating, even if briefly.

Miyu and I are siblings, but our future relationship will be closer to lovers. So, Sachiko, my ex, might have insights on making Miyu happy.

After ordering, I explained our situation hypothetically.

“Hmm. So, you were confessed to, but you lack confidence due to the status difference, and you want my opinion as your ex-girlfriend?”

—That was the plan.

“But Onii-san, you need it to be Miyu, right? Have you resolved that?”

Sachiko hit the core, and I couldn’t maintain the pretense. She knew I loved Miyu, and that’s why we broke up, so her question was natural.

“Uh… well… that…”

I’m terrible at lying. If I’d stayed calm when she brought it up, I might’ve kept up the act, but guilt made me tongue-tied. Not telling the truth is one thing, but lying directly to her question felt like betrayal.

I don’t know Miyu’s standing among her friends, but not trusting Sachiko, of all people, would be rude. If this was a mistake, Miyu could scold me later. It’s not irreversible.

“I still need it to be Miyu. So… basically…”

As I trailed off, Sachiko gasped happily.

“You and Miyu are finally together? Congratulations! You’re such a great person, Onii-san. I can see why Miyu likes you.”

Sachiko welcomed our relationship more than I expected.

“That’s what I’m unsure about.”

Sachiko likes me and sees me as a man, but I don’t know why.

Unlike ordinary girls, both Miyu and Sachiko can choose any man they want. Our school has guys better-looking and smarter than me. Maybe the boys confessing to Sachiko now are too. So why does she spend time with me instead of dating them?

“What is it about me that you find… great?”

As I asked, Sachiko pondered, then took the iced latte the server brought and held it with both hands.

“Well…”

Smiling, she carefully handed it to me. The brandy glass was filled with foam, drizzled with golden sauce, and topped with candy crumbs. Was it for me to drink first? I said I’d pay, but since she ordered it, she didn’t need to be so considerate.

As I was thinking this, Sachiko took the caramel latte I’d ordered and swapped it with the iced latte. I held the cup with crushed nuts and cream floating on top, my mind filling with question marks.

“Are you letting me choose which one I like better? Or did you recommend the new iced latte, and since I seemed interested, you gave it to me?”

As I forced out this interpretation, Sachiko offered the iced latte again, trying to swap it back with the caramel latte. I felt like I was being tested.

“Alright, I get it. Sachiko, you can drink whichever one you like first. It’s a token of my gratitude… well, not a big deal. Since you’re heading back to cram school, I think choosing the one that’s better for your brain is best. Heck, you can drink both if you want.”

I voiced the thoughts that came to mind. Sachiko smiled softly and placed the glass back on the table.

“That’s it.”

“Too hard…”

Is that what she finds great about me? Maybe she likes my goofy side.

“You always prioritize what the other person is thinking over your own feelings, right? That’s why chatting with you is so relaxing. You’re kind and a good listener.”

I never thought of myself as a good listener. Until summer, I was a socially awkward person who barely talked to anyone, and now I’m being told the opposite of my self-impression. But knowing Sachiko, it’s probably not just flattery.

“Plus, you’ve been taking care of Miyu since you were little, right? That’s why you’re so good at household chores, and I think Miyu relies on you a lot.”

Miyu did say she was grateful for how I’ve taken care of her since we were kids. But what Sachiko’s saying is something anyone could do with effort. If Miyu’s looking for a kind, good listener, then it doesn’t have to be me. If all I have are replaceable qualities, doesn’t that mean Miyu, who chose me as her life partner despite my overall inferior stats, is unhappy?

“You look so troubled.”

Sachiko leaned in, looking worried, and I quickly hid my face by taking a sip of the drink.

“Nah, I was just thinking… if there’s someone with the same personality but better looks and smarts, wouldn’t that person be better?”

“There isn’t.”

Sachiko answered firmly, her voice a mix of surprise and exasperation, as if asking, “Are you serious?”

“Really? I think there are plenty…”

“Where?”

“Like, the server who took our order earlier—they seemed nice and were pretty good-looking.”

“Ah, I see.”

Sachiko clapped her hands, looking satisfied.

“Now I get it. You’re either insecure around girls, have strong assumptions, or both.”

“Even you’re saying that, Sachiko…”

“Hehe, of course. Anyone would think that.”

Sachiko smiled again, but this time it was a warm, scolding smile, like a parent disciplining a child.

“I held back since you said you and Miyu are together now.”

Sachiko clung to my arm, leaning in. Her physical contact felt a bit excessive, but in this situation, I couldn’t push her away.

“I’ve always envied Miyu, you know?”

“For us becoming lovers?”

“For finding someone you both trust.”

I tried subtly hinting for Sachiko to move away, but she paid no mind, staying close.

“Just a moment ago, Onii-san, you told me to have confidence because I’ve been confessed to, didn’t you? If you were someone I couldn’t trust, I wouldn’t be chatting with you like this… and I certainly wouldn’t be able to accept your relationship with Miyu-chan, you know? Onii-san… doesn’t my presence give you any confidence?”

Taking advantage of our seat’s privacy, Sachiko practically hugged me, leaning heavily on me.

“O-okay, okay, I get it…!”

“You don’t get it. You’re not getting anything.”

Sachiko’s tone was as stern as Miyu’s when she scolds me, yet she clung to me without any hostility.

“Listen, no matter how cute and smart Miyu is, she’s still human. Treat her like a girl.”

Treat Miyu like a girl, huh? Someone else said something similar before.

“How long is this going to last?”

“Until my next class, of course.”

We have about thirty minutes left, but does she plan to keep cuddling like this the whole time?

“It’s something you need, Onii-san. You don’t seem to get it when I just say it.”

“I… can’t deny that. Sorry.”

“So, as payment for this consultation, I’ll take this.”

Sachiko pulled my arm to her chest and poked my cheek with her fingertips.

“Entertain me with your chatter while feeling guilty about Miyu.”

“Ugh… y-yes…”

Sachiko has picked up some bad habits, and I can’t shake her off, maybe influenced by Miyu’s obsession with debts. Since I’ll have to tell Miyu about today anyway, I guess I’ll just have to face her scolding later.

After that, we spent the remaining time chatting about random things, mostly catching up. Those brief moments were genuinely fun, and I could tell Sachiko was enjoying herself too.

As I left the café and parted ways with Sachiko, I reflected on how precious that time had been. I’d always been self-deprecating, but it was just an excuse. Miyu’s words from before resonated deeply.

I feel like I’m close to finding a solution. Should I figure it out on my own, or seek more hints from others to resolve it quickly?

Miyu’s happiness is my top priority. I don’t want to ruin it because of my pride. So, the latter seems right, and Yamamoto-san is the only one I can consult.

*”I want to talk to you about something. Can you make time before this evening?”*

I typed the message but hesitated before sending it.

The consultation is about Miyu. Since I’ve already been honest with Sachiko, I’ll likely do the same with Yamamoto-san.

But can I, the man who chose Miyu over Yamamoto-san, now ask for advice on making Miyu happy?

If this were just about my pride, I’d beg on my knees. But is it right to consult Yamamoto-san without considering her feelings?

As I debated, this happened:

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

I was smacked hard on the butt, and the shock made me hit send.

“Ouch! What’s with the sudden attack?!”

Turning around, I saw the familiar grumpy twin-tailed girl. Yuka was in the lead, followed by three girls from our grade.

“After raping me, what are you standing around for?!”

“I don’t get how those words connect.”

I tried to correct the message, but it was too late—Yamamoto-san had already read it.

“Yukacchi, what’s up? Boyfriend? Rape? What’s that about?”

One of the girls behind her, wearing a baggy long T-shirt, laughed, flashing her dimples. “That’s wild. Hilarious.”

“He’s Miyu’s brother. The photo was shared in the group, right? The guy who raped me and came five times. The worst.”

My introduction was complete without me saying a word. Yuka, are you okay with that?

“Onii-san, rape is no good you know.”

One of the girls, lazily fiddling with her phone, scolded me. The fourth girl stood quietly in the back.

“There’s a deep reason for that…”

“Wait, Miyu’s brother for real? He’s evolved so much!”

“Leveled up after sleeping with two JCs, huh?”

The girl with dimples and the one on her phone cut me off, getting excited.

“Wow, really? So virgins are no good, huh? I’ll introduce my brother to a girl too.”

“You should do it yourself.”

“As if. If I’m doing it, it’d be with him.”

“True. Are you still looking for a girlfriend, Onii-san?”

The two turned to me. Hold on, we just met, right?

“Not anymore. He’s Miyu’s now.”

Yuka dropped a bombshell.

“Huh… what?!”

How does Yuka know?

“Haruka told me everything.”

It was leaked by Haruka. But I don’t think Haruka meant to cause trouble for Miyu. Maybe it was necessary for the future.

“So, Miyu showed you off and then took you for herself? That’s harsh.”

“She should apologize. And Onii-san can be the peace offering.”

“That’s actually a good idea.”

No, that’s a bad idea.

“If he can do it five times, that means even if we four go at it, he’ll still have one more round left, right?”

The quiet girl in the back realized she was included in the “four” and flinched.

“Uh, one thing. It seems like we’re all going to have sex, but…”

“Of course. A five-person JC orgy? That’s hot!”

“Now’s your chance, Onii-san!”

No good. Since Miyu showed me their group messages, I’ve known their sexual openness is beyond saving.

“Um… do I… have to…?”

Finally, the quiet girl spoke up timidly. Good, I’ll use this to deflect. I don’t owe them an apology just because Miyu and I are together.

“You all should value yourselves more. Choose your partners carefully. Sleeping around like this isn’t good.”

I smiled at the passersby staring at me surrounded by four girls and subtly moved us to a less crowded area.

“But you seem like you’re up for it, Onii-san. Like you’d let us do anything. I’ve always been curious about butts.”

The girl with dimples leaned in, eyes sparkling.

Don’t share your fetishes with a stranger.

“Miyu vouched for you, right? If the vibe’s right, it’s fine. And saying we sleep around is rude. I do pick my guys.”

The girl on her phone spoke, and I couldn’t tell if it was nonsense or a valid point. As for the quiet girl…

“I’ve… never done it… I don’t know if I’d be fun… I’m so plain…”

“It’s okay. If it’s your first time, you should be even more careful. Even if you’re plain now, having a proper experience can change you. I know that. So, not like this. Find someone who truly cares about you, okay?”

“Y-yes…”

As I desperately tried to convince the shy girl, she briefly met my eyes, then quickly looked away. Noticing her friend’s reaction, the girl on her phone casually chimed in:

“She said to do it with someone who cares, right? Why not the Onii-san?”

“Well… I guess…”

“See?”

“No, no, no, no.”

It’s scary how easily they’re willing to give themselves up. Is this the power of the situation?

“So, having sex boosts a guy’s power, huh? Wait, if we include Miyu, that makes three JCs Onii-san’s slept with, right?”

The girl with dimples casually assumes I’ve slept with Miyu. Well, we’ve done things that are pretty much equivalent.

“More like way more, right?”

“He’s slept with too many JCs, no?!”

“Stop spreading those misunderstandings, okay?”

And please stop saying “sex” so casually in public.

“Umm… what should I do…”

“It’s fine, we’ll teach you. Maybe the Onii-san likes plain girls too? Like, a wabi-sabi guy.”

“There it is. Like Rikyu.”

They’re getting carried away again.

“Who’s Rikyu?”

“You talk about wabi-sabi and don’t know Rikyu? He’s Nobunaga’s kashin.”

“Oh, I did Nobunaga recently. ‘If the bird won’t sing, it must be made to sing.’”

“That’s Nobunaga giving up, not making it sing.”

This is getting out of hand. I can’t let it go any further.

“Uh, can we stop now? You guys have cram school, right?”

Since we met at this time, they must go to the same cram school as Sachiko. Can’t they tell I’m not serious?

“And why are you so eager after hearing I raped someone? Don’t you think I’m scary?”

When I asked, the JC group exchanged glances.

“But it’s Yukacchi, you know? Even I might do it.”

“It’s actually a plus, right?”

“Yeah… can’t blame him…”

“What do you think of me?!”

Finally, Yuka spoke up. Yuka’s treatment is the same everywhere, huh. Does she prank others besides Miyu?

“You’re done here right. Get back to cram school.”

Yuka pointed in the direction Sachiko had gone. Since she’s wrapping things up, I’ll take it. Can’t undo the message to Yamamoto-san, though.

The JC group reluctantly left after Yuka convinced them. Finally, I can think in peace… or so I thought, but of course, Yuka stayed.

“What are you spacing out for? Let’s go.”

“Where? Don’t you have cram school?”

“I need to talk about Miyu. Cram school can wait, so lend me your ear.”

For once, Yuka looked serious, pulling my arm. We headed to her favorite net café. I’m not exactly free either, but since it’s about Miyu…

Yamamoto-san hasn’t replied yet, and given Yuka’s long history with Miyu, her talk might not be useless. I also want to settle what happened with her, so I’ll go along.

“Show me your membership card.”

I followed Yuka into the net café. She chose a room for two, and I checked in.

Net cafés have drink bars and bookshelves as standard. I needed a drink, but Yuka naturally headed to the manga section.

“What are you doing?”

“Obviously, getting manga.”

“Weren’t we talking about Miyu?”

“We are, but I want to read what catches my eye while I’m here.”

Yuka browsed the manga with a drink in hand. Since rushing her won’t help, I’ll go with her pace until Yamamoto-san replies.

“Any recommendations?”

“I only read battle manga. If that’s okay.”

I picked some of my favorites and let her take the first volume of ones she hadn’t read.

We swiped the card key, unlocked the door, and entered. Due to summer crowds, only a small room was available, but there was enough space for us to lie down without bumping into each other.

In the room with cushion mats, Yuka lay down to read. Her twin tails hung near her waist.

“What are you looking at?”

“Your hair’s so brown. Don’t you get in trouble?”

“I’m good at talking my way out of it.”

Yuka gave a thumbs-up, proud.

Not exactly something to brag about.

“Is that manga good?”

“Worth reading.”

“I see.”

The atmosphere’s gotten pretty relaxed. If Yuka won’t talk, I’ll organize my thoughts.

What struck me most talking to Sachiko was that she saw me as a man, even supporting my relationship with Miyu, despite us being siblings.

Even Yamamoto-san, in her own way, acknowledged me as a man in the end. Two such cute girls wanting me, and Miyu saying she loves me—looking at it this way, I could think I’m naturally likable as a man.

What bothers me is Miyu’s condition and the common thread among the four girls I’ve been intimate with. Miyu’s reversed reproductive instincts make her uncomfortable with confessions from “excellent, manly others.” In other words, I’m the opposite—”a failure and a relative”—which is why she likes me.

Moreover, all my physical relationships were built thanks to Miyu. If I weren’t her brother, these three wouldn’t have looked at me, let alone slept with me.

“Hey.”

Yuka looked at me, oddly dissatisfied.

“What?”

“Sit further back. And stretch your legs.”

“Hmm? Okay.”

I moved and sat as she instructed.

Then, without hesitation, Yuka rested her head on my knees and resumed reading.

“You know, there’s a cushion and blanket right there.”

“This is more comfortable, so it’s fine.”

Yuka settled her head lightly, but I’m not keen on giving anyone but Miyu a lap pillow.

“Ugh, it’s hot… Is the AC weak?”

“A bit warm, yeah.”

“Right?”

Yuka unbuttoned her shirt twice and fanned herself. Unlike Miyu, her chest is flat, but the space between her clothes has its own unique allure.

“So…”

Yuka set her manga aside.

Finally, the main topic.

“You’re not going to have sex?”

She cut straight to the chase.

“Huh? What? With Miyu?”

“Of course not. I already know what you’re doing with Miyu.”

True, I guess. Haruka and I talked about it at the family restaurant.

“So, you’re asking if I’ll have sex with you?”

Yuka rolled over, propped herself on her elbow, and nodded enthusiastically.

Her open shirt, revealing her flat chest, was strangely erotic.

“Uh… why?”

“What else would we do in a place like this?”

“It’s not a love hotel.”

“A private net café is basically the same.”

That kind of reputation hurts people who use net cafés legitimately.

“Even if this were a love hotel, I wouldn’t. And didn’t you give up on having my child to be with Miyu?”

“Miyu’s not involved anymore. You can use protection.”

“Wait, I’m confused.”

Wasn’t she trying to become Miyu’s sister-in-law by having my child as proof?

If Miyu’s out of the picture, she just wants to sleep with me. Why push this when she knows Miyu and I are mutual?

I don’t get it, but I shouldn’t go along with this.

“I don’t have condoms, and neither do you.”

“Just ask a couple in a room with curtains drawn for one. They’re probably here to have sex, so they’ll have them.”

“I genuinely respect your resourcefulness.”

Wish you’d use that energy for something healthier.

“We’ve done it once, so it’s fine.”

“No means no.”

“Why not? You don’t hate me, right?”

“Well, not really.”

Yuka’s impossible to hate, despite her craziness. She’s caused Miyu trouble, and I should be mad, but… Miyu staying friends with her must mean Yuka has some charm.

“Anyway, I’m with Miyu now. That’s the simplest answer for you.”

“But doesn’t that make things unbalanced?”

“What do you mean?”

“Miyu’s had sex with Haruka, right?”

Yuka sat up straight.

“She’ll keep doing it, and you’ll only have sex with Miyu, right?”

I see her point, but I can separate business with Haruka. Plus, Miyu hasn’t said we’ll stay like this forever.

“So, I’m the only one who hasn’t had sex, right?”

“Uh… yeah.”

So what?

“Miyu’s had sex with someone else, you’ve only had sex with Miyu. For this relationship to be equal, you and I need to have sex.”

“Sorry, I understand what you’re saying, but I don’t get it.”

Her logic almost made sense for a second.

But this absurd theory can’t be accepted.

“Why not? Let’s have sex.”

“No. And weren’t you mad I forced myself on you?”

Strange question, but still.

“I’m not as mad as I pretended. I acted upset so you’d meet me like this, right? And Miyu made me do it anyway.”

“I was completely set up…”

She’s full of cunning. She acts so foolishly that it’s hard to tell how much she’s actually thinking.

“With you as the target, it turned out fine. Turns out it was all part of the play.”

“I thought you were left traumatized after losing your virginity.”

“It’s fine. That’s just how Miyu and I are.”

Yuka waved her hand dismissively, signaling not to worry. She genuinely doesn’t seem to hold a grudge against Miyu. There must be an unspoken understanding between them, as Miyu once mentioned.

“Then, setting that aside, why are you so fixated on me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I understood when you wanted me as I’m Miyu’s brother, but we don’t have the kind of relationship where you’d want to sleep with me as just a man, right?”

“Well… that’s…”

Yuka awkwardly covered her cheek.

“You’re the only one who knows my past and still treats me normally.”

Her voice gradually became faint and tremulous.

She does realize she’s done wrong.

“It’s nice, you know? Plus, since we’ve done it once, it’s easier to ask. You’re not bad-looking, so there’s no reason not to, right?”

“Hmm. When you put it that way…”

From Yuka’s perspective, I can see her point. But is that enough reason to choose me as a sex partner? Even if her group is sexually liberated, there should be a clearer “reason to do it.”

“You’re pretty cute too, Yuka, and if you behaved, plenty of better guys would be interested.”

As I voiced my random thought, Yuka’s eyebrows shot up, and her fist slammed into my stomach.

“Ouch… why… so violent…”

“I’m talking about wanting *you*, and you bring up other guys? Are you saying I’d sleep with just anyone?”

Yuka was angrier than I expected.

I realize now that was pretty rude.

“Sorry. That was definitely harsh.”

I thought she was just horny from the flow of the conversation, but she specifically called me here to be with me, regardless of Miyu.

I don’t know why, but I definitely messed up. And this applies to Miyu and Yamamoto-san too. I need to be careful.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I really am sorry.”

“Then will you have sex with me?”

“No.”

“Why not?!”

Yuka pouted for a while before finally calming down. Her expression lost its vitality, and she sat back on the mat, sighing softly.

“Well, it’s fine. I don’t expect anyone to accept me as I am now. Someday, when I grow up, I’ll mellow out.”

Yuka’s mood suddenly shifted, leaving me with a strange unease. Maybe I could’ve been kinder.

“But before that, I just wanted to be a little selfish as I am now. My bad.”

Yuka muttered, sounding breathless. I thought she hadn’t changed since Miyu punished her, but maybe she has.

It’s good she’s growing, and I’ve been encouraging it, but I feel a strange emptiness, a loneliness. I’m lacking something with Yuka.

“So, why were you looking so gloomy?”

“Ah, that’s… I’m not sure what’s bothering me anymore. I left home thinking I didn’t know how to make Miyu happy.”

Miyu and I are mutual, and I’ve definitely found happiness. I love her wholeheartedly, and even if my body only responds to her, I’m confident I was meant to love her.

Then why can’t I believe Miyu could love me regardless of her condition? That’s the core of my struggle.

“What makes Miyu like me, I wonder.”

“You’re worried about something weird. Do you need a reason to like someone?”

“Well… yeah, right?”

“Sigh. You don’t understand women at all.”

Why is she exasperated with me in this situation? Of course, you need a reason to like someone. That’s why Sachiko tried to find my good points.

“If I weren’t Miyu’s brother, you wouldn’t want to sleep with me, right?”

“Of course not.”

She agreed instantly.

“But that’s like saying, ‘If Miyu and I weren’t in the same class.’ The trigger and the substance are different. I became Miyu’s best friend through effort, among all her acquaintances. Isn’t it the same for you?”

“I… don’t know.”

Have I done anything for Miyu like Yuka has? If I had, I could proudly call myself Miyu’s man.

“Why have you changed so much? You’re way more handsome than when we first met. If you were still the same, I wouldn’t have brought you here.”

So, Haruka and Yuka knew me when I was a loser. Yet they trust me now, meaning I’ve definitely grown. All thanks to Miyu’s guidance. I just followed her instructions.

—Or so I thought, until Yuka questioned me. Looking back, Miyu only helped me at the beginning. After I dated Sachiko, I didn’t change because Miyu told me to.

She scolded me many times, but those were because I acted on my own. And each time I angered her, it led to deeper connection. Being forgiven by Miyu in the end, I became who I am today—no one but myself.

“I know Miyu well, and she only pushes those who can handle it. She’s basically indifferent to people and doesn’t waste time helping unnecessarily.”

Her words hit me hard. Yes, I’ve been realizing this all along.

When Miyu first called me “stubborn,” I thought her words were just hurtful, but they weren’t. She was simply stating the truth. I felt hurt because I’d been hiding behind self-pity, avoiding the fact that I hadn’t tried.

“Sorry, and… sort of  uhm,  thanks.”

“What’s with the ‘sort of’? If it’s resolved, say it properly. And as an apology, let me have you.”

“Can we drop that now?”

It ruins the mood, but I feel clearer. It was all about my perspective. I thought Miyu could only like me because I’m a failure and her relative, so she’s unhappy—that logic was wrong.

I’m not a failure; Miyu likes me as a worthy man. But her condition makes her think I’m a failure. Why? Because her reversed reproductive instincts make her dislike confessions from “excellent, manly others.”

Yet, there’s a contradiction. Miyu loves herself most, as seen when she gets aroused by her reflection. So, she’s not a failure. Her friends, including Yamamoto-san, are all excellent and cute, which doesn’t fit her condition.

Miyu’s condition only reacts to genetic distance: she’s aroused by close relatives and disgusted by distant ones. So, her likes and dislikes have reasons. Her dislike for excellent men isn’t about her condition but her survival instinct.

I’m such an idiot. Miyu said she’s happy and knows why. I was the one making her unhappy.

“You look better now.”

Yuka watched me, bored, but with a hint of kindness.

“It’s all thanks to you. I’m truly grateful.”

I didn’t expect encouragement from Yuka. Thinking back, she’s always been the caretaker.

“I gave up on Miyu for you. Make her happy.”

“I will. Properly.”

Together, until the end. We’ll overcome any challenge. I believe that now.

“Ugh. Rejected by Miyu, ignored by you. I’m leaving.”

“Let’s go. I’ll pay…”

Just as I thought we’d escape this torture room, my phone vibrated. It was Yamamoto-san replying to my earlier message.

*”Sorry, I was taking care of my brothers! You can come over now!”*

Yamamoto-san’s message inviting me to her place appeared. Yuka stared at my screen.

“What’s this?!”

Bad timing. A terrible accident.

“It’s not what you think! It’s just—”

“If it’s not that, what is it?! Going to another woman’s house now is beyond the worst!”

Yuka’s face turned demonic. She snapped photos of my screen with her phone, sent them to Miyu, and called her. I tried to stop her, but violence felt wrong, so I tried reasoning.

“Yuka, calm down. She’s just a consultant, like you are now.”

“It’s not the same! Miyu doesn’t know this woman! I know every girl in school. You two got together behind my back, and I heard from Haruka how happy Miyu is, so I struggled and gave up, accepting you. But you’re seeing another woman behind my back? I won’t forgive you, even if I have to stain my hands with blood!”

No use. She’s completely enraged. Any explanation will only make it worse.

“Miyu!! Did you see the message?! He’s cheating on you!! He’s betraying you…… huh?! You know her?! It’s not a problem? Wait, wait. Miyu, did you read the message properly? He’s going to her house…… that’s not a problem either? No way! Going to her house is basically the same as having sex, right?…… What?! That’s not a problem either?! Lie… what do you mean…?”

Yuka’s face alternated between shock and fury in quick succession. Listening to her conversation, it seemed things were somehow smoothing over.

Even after that, Yuka’s warnings to Miyu were like water off a duck’s back, and eventually, her exhausted expression lost all traces of anger.

Finally, Yuka asked Miyu seriously, “I see, that’s fine, but can I have sex with him too?”

She fought until the very end.

“Not today? What does ‘not today’ mean? I don’t get it. I want to now, but no? Okay… okay… Got it.”

Yuka hung up the call with a dejected look. It seemed Miyu had forbidden it, but what did “not today” mean? I’m curious too.

“Ugh. Whatever. Yuka’s done thinking.”

“Probably for the best.”

For a moment, she looked like a normal girl.

“But I got one thing from today’s talk.”

Yuka seemed unexpectedly energetic, her skin glowing more than before.

“Miyu said no sex with you today, so that means it’s okay tomorrow or later, right?”

“Seems like it.”

I’ll ask Miyu about her intentions when I get home.

“But remember, that’s only if both Miyu and I agree. I haven’t said it’s okay yet.”

“Hmph. Once Miyu approves, you’ll be easy.”

Yuka smirked arrogantly.

I’ll never let her win.

“The important part is this.”

“What?”

Assuming the unlikely scenario of me having sex with Yuka, I’ll listen to her last words.

“I want healthy sex this time.”

“Healthy?”

“Not forced or punitive, but respectful, modest, and loving…”

“You’ve never had normal sex?”

“Never!”

Well, I was her first, and Miyu and Haruka weren’t exactly romantic with her.

“Got it? Be gentle next time. If you rape me again, you’re buying the Deluxe Jumbo Parfait from the shop across the street.”

“How much is that?”

“3,500 yen.”

“That’s expensive!”

I didn’t expect it to surpass a sirloin steak.

“What are you saying? With a drink set, it’s 5,000 yen including tax.”

“Drinks cost 1,000 yen?”

“Obviously.”

That’s a painful expense. Even hypothetically, I’ll be careful… Wait, careful not to rape?

“Go see that mysterious woman. Don’t do anything lewd.”

“I won’t.”

“Well, if it’s a JC orgy with Yuka, I might set it up.”

“I won’t!”

May these morally chaotic girls lead normal lives and build healthy families. I left the net café, parted ways with Yuka, and headed to Yamamoto-san.

“Huh?”

Wait…

I’m going to see Yamamoto-san…

What were we supposed to talk about?