My Little Sister Suddenly Confessed to Me, but What Am I Supposed to Do by Dating My Little Sister?

Chapter 16: The Student Council President

“P-people dating their sisters? N-no one would believe something like that!”

I tried to act as calm as possible, but I stammered through my entire counter-argument.

“Oh, really? What do you think would happen if I, the Student Council President, said I saw the two of you kissing inside a gondola on the Odaiba Ferris wheel?”

“That was you we saw, wasn’t it?!”

“If you don’t want to be branded with the stigma of incest, you’ll do as I say.”

“I-I-I…”

“Do we have an understanding?”

I didn’t care what happened to me, but Shiori……

“Fine. I won’t say anything. I didn’t have any intention of spreading it around anyway, even without you doing this.”

“Is that so? You certainly shouted it at the top of your lungs in the stairwell just now.”

“I was just… really shocked.”

“Whether it’s shock, a coincidence, or against your will, it’s all the same. If you blab, I won’t let you off easy.”

She made a terrifying face. Why was this woman so stubbornly trying to seal away what happened yesterday? Sure, for a normal high schooler, it might be a bit much, but aren’t there plenty of people who go much further? Well, I’ve never done anything like that, so I wouldn’t really know.

“Understood?”

“……”

“Understood?”

“Ah, yes.”

My response was delayed because I was lost in thought.

“Good. Such a good boy. Now, what is your name?”

In an instant, she transformed back into the Student Council President with a fake, archaic smile. Scary!

“Hasemi Yuu.”

“Right. I am the Student Council President, Nakagawa Aoi. Do try to remember it this time.”

I hadn’t exactly forgotten; my memories are just like flying fish—they pop up and disappear.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me. Good day, Hasemi-kun.”

With a bold, fearless smirk, the Prez left the room.

“Wh-what is up with her…?”

As I felt a shiver at the drastic change in her attitude, I slapped my stiff face, terrified of the risk of someone at school having seen my date with Shiori, and left the Student Council office.

When I got back to the class, there weren’t many people yet, and Shiori wasn’t there.

I took my seat just as Unfortunate Higashide walked in.

“Yo! Hasemi, you’re here early.”

“Yeah. You too.”

“Yeah, I’ve got morning practice. Man, it’s a pain every morning.”

“Hey, do you know the Student Council President?”

“Hey! I told you—ask what club I’m in, or say ‘Wow, practice every day must be tough’!”

“Not interested. So, about the Student Council President.”

“You never change, do you? The Prez, huh? I saw her at the ceremony. She’s a total beauty—refined, pure, and elegant. Man, if I had a girlfriend like her……”

You’ve fallen hook, line, and sinker for her act. Terrifying. Also, didn’t you say you wanted to date my sister? If you’ve given up on that, then good job, Prez!

“Apparently, she’s been the Student Council President since her first year. That’s pretty crazy, right?”

“Wait, so she’s a second-year now?”

“Probably. Unless she repeated a grade.”

A Student Council President who repeated a grade—that’d be an interesting premise. Maybe I should write that on Narou? As I had that random thought……

“When is the Student Council election?”

“Who knows? Why? You gonna run?”

“No way.”

Even if I did, there’s no way a near-loner like me would win. Leave me alone, seriously.

I cut the conversation short and left the mumbling Higashide be. I leaned my chin on my hand at my desk and sank into thought.

To become President in your first year, you’d need the support of not just the other first-years, but the second and third-years too. Usually, people feel some resistance to an underclassman being the President. If she acted arrogant, she’d get backlash from the seniors—no wonder she puts on a mask.

“First-year Student Council President, huh…”

As I muttered that, Shiori entered the classroom.

The classmates who had trickled in while I was thinking all called out at once.

“Shiori, morning!” “Morning, Shiori-chan!” “Good morning, Shiori-san!” “Hayo, Shio-rin!” “Mornin’, Shio-rin!” “Shiooo!” “Dyufufu, Hasemi-shi!” The whole class chimed in…… wait, that last guy!!

“Good morning~!”

My sister greeted everyone with a bright smile. She’d already become the class idol.

Watching her distribute smiles to everyone with her usual popularity, I felt proud of her—but a tiny, sharp sting of jealousy pricked me.

It wasn’t jealousy over her having many friends (really, how many times do I have to say leave me alone?), but rather a bit of jealousy toward those around her; I wanted those smiles to be directed only at me. It made me feel a little disgusted with myself.

Then it hit me.

Wait. If Shiori ran for the Student Council election, wouldn’t she actually have a chance?

Since she’s popular and often talked to by students from other classes and even upperclassmen, the thought crossed my mind……

No way…

I can’t imagine Shiori doing something like that of her own accord.

Nah, no way, I told myself, yet I couldn’t quite hide a lingering trace of anxiety.