My Little Sister Suddenly Confessed to Me, but What Am I Supposed to Do by Dating My Little Sister? - Chapter 11: Invasion of the Beautiful Girl

Chapter 11: Invasion of the Beautiful Girl

Evening in the living room at home.

This is the only time Shiori and I are alone together before Mom gets back. Usually, it’s our relaxing tea-and-chat time, but…

“Fuaaaaaaaaahhh, Onii-chaaaaaaaan!!”

“There, there. It’s okay.”

I comforted her, stroking her head as she leaned against my shoulder and sobbed.

“Shiori was so, so happy going to school because she could feel your gaze from behind her, Onii-chaaan! I don’t wanna go to school anymore!!”

First a klutz, then a yandere, and now she’s regressing into a toddler? This is getting serious. She’s cute, though.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Even if you’re far away, I’ll be watching you.”

“Really?”

She looked up at me with her swollen, tear-streaked face. She was so cute she looked like a little rabbit.

“I’ve always been watching you, Shiori. In the past, and even now.”

I pulled her head close to my shoulder.

I really wanted to give her a proper hug, but—restraint, restraint.

“Yeah… Shiori is always watching you too, Onii-chan.”

“A-Ah, right.”

I felt a sudden chill of bloodlust just now. Must be my imagination… right?

I waited for her to calm down before moving on to the main topic—well, more like casual conversation.

“Hey, Shiori. Do you remember a kid who lived nearby for about six months a long time ago? They looked kind of foreign.”

“Hmm? What kind of kid?”

She was sitting quite close now. She shifted her position next to me and tilted her head while sipping her tea, staring at me.

“Uh, silver hair, blue eyes, very pale skin.”

“Ahhh… you mean Michiru-chan.”

“I used to call her ‘Mitsuru.’ Wait, Shiori, you knew she was a girl?”

“Yeah. She had a short haircut, wore shorts, and played soccer and stuff, but I knew. You didn’t know, Onii-chan?”

“I mean, she called herself boku.”

“Ehh? But you can tell just by looking at her face—she was so pretty……”

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”

“What’s wrong?”

“The girl who gave the speech as the freshman representative! That was Michiru-chan! Did you know, Onii-chan?”

“No. Thanks to a certain someone, I have absolutely zero memory of the entrance ceremony.”

“Well, if Onii-chan had just given me an answer right away, your memory wouldn’t have vanished, and I wouldn’t have cried either, you know~~”

She fired back immediately, so I tried to play dumb.

“Is that so~~?”

“Yes, it is~~”

“By the way… I’d like to hear all about why my Onii-chan with zero memory of the entrance ceremony is suddenly talking about Michiru-chan today~~”

She gave me a beaming smile and squeezed my hand.

Her nails were digging in—it hurt, it hurt, it hurt! Plus, her eyes weren’t smiling at all!

I steeled my resolve and told her about what happened at lunch.

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“It’s been nine years, hasn’t it? Long time no see, Yuu.”

“You were a girl?!”

“I never told you, did I? Well, as you can see, I’m a girl. Want to see the proof?”

She started to undo the buttons of her uniform.

“No, I’m good! I get it! Don’t try to strip in a place like this!”

I hurriedly looked away.

“You’re as kind as ever. And you’ve gotten quite handsome.”

Michiru stood up and did a little twirl in front of me. The hem of her skirt flared up, revealing her thighs.

“Whoops.”

She caught the hem, holding her hands near her knees in a slight crouch.

“I’ve become quite the fine woman, haven’t I?”

“Yeah. I barely recognized you.”

Well, I’d thought she was a boy, after all.

“Thanks.”

That smile overlapped with the boyish grin of the kid from nine years ago.

“Since I was moving back here, I grew my hair out and tried my best.”

“Tried your best?”

“So that the friend who completely mistook me for a boy nine years ago would properly recognize me as a girl this time.”

Michiru stuck her tongue out like a little brat. Seeing that pink tongue gave me a weird shiver.

“I came back to see you.”

She put her left hand on her hip and pointed at me with her right hand like a pistol, then opened her palm.

“Juuuuust kidding.”

She let out a cackle. I couldn’t tell how much of it was serious and how much was a joke.

“I thought we’d run into each other somewhere, but I never imagined we’d be at the same high school. When I spotted you from the stage during the entrance ceremony, I was so surprised.”

“The stage? Ah—so that ‘beautiful girl’ freshman rep was you?”

“Ahaha! I don’t know who said it, but ‘beautiful girl,’ huh? Tell them I said thanks.”

“So you entered at the top of the class? I mean, with that kind of academic ability, you could have gone somewhere way better.”

I couldn’t really talk since I chose this place because it was close to home, but still.

“I chose the high school closest to your house because the chances of meeting you would be higher.”

This time, she didn’t say “just kidding.”

“Oops, I’d better get going. See you later, Yuu.”

“Ah, yeah.”

I stood there watching Michiru walk away without a single backward glance.

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After I explained the lunch encounter to my sister……

“Onii-chan.”

“Y-Yes?”

“Where can I buy a book on curses? Also, where do they sell straw dolls~~?”

“………”

Now she’s falling into darkness, I see……

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Name: Watagase Michiru

Bust: 88 (Wishful thinking)

Waist: 55 (Goal)

Hips: 90 (Delusion)

Likes: Justice!

Dislikes: Bullying—absolutely not!

Hobbies: Walking

Special skills: Soccer