My Little Sister Suddenly Confessed to Me, but What Am I Supposed to Do by Dating My Little Sister? - Chapter 48 & 49 & 50

Chapter 48: My Sister’s Room

When my sister suddenly asked about the relationship between the President, the teacher, and me:

“Ummmm, what?”

For now, I tried playing dumb. My sister often sets traps.

“Eh? You didn’t hear? Are you a light novel protagonist, Onii-chan?”

My sister’s face changed to a serious expression.

Scaaary! I’ve never seen my sister this scary before. But even though it’s scary, I can’t tell her. In the first place, by not saying anything right after that incident, it’s already a secret. If I tell her now, she’ll suspect something even more, and I was told not to say anything, so even if it’s my sister…

It’s not like I did anything bad or cheated. In the first place, I’m not her boyfriend right now.

“Um, as for the Student Council President, it’s just what I said the other day.”

“Hmmm. In such a short time, you gave her your name, had her remove trash, and were all lovey-dovey—I seeee.”

“No, it wasn’t trash, it was a bug.”

“Either way is fine, Onii-chan.”

“You’re being incredibly scary, Shiori-san.”

“Eh? Why? I’m just asking normally.”

It’s absolutely not normal.

“So, I wonder what happened? I won’t get angry, so tell me, Onii-chan.”

Her face was smiling, but her eyes weren’t. Also, the hand gripping that cup—it’s trembling. Don’t break the cup, you’ll get hurt.

“No, you’re clearly already angry, Shiori-san.”

“Ehhhh, there’s no way I’d get angry at Onii-chan. I wouldn’t get angry even if you cheated.”

“Heeeh. Shiori wouldn’t get angry even if I cheated? That’s amazing. So admirable. Well, I’m not your boyfriend right now, though.”

“Yeah, I won’t get angry. I’ll just sakutto (do it quick).”

“What’s ‘sakutto’?!”

“Ehhhh? You want to hear? Should I add a 15+ rating?”

“Um, are you okay? You’re kind of going to another world, you know?”

“That’s what’s popular nowadays, so isn’t it fine?”

Now my sister’s eyes are starting to spin (guru guru), and I’m finding her face a bit amusing.

“Heeeey, come baaaack.”

“Onii-chan, instead of staying here, let’s go on an adventure to another world with me. How about Do You Like a Little Sister Who Can Use Magic Attacks Twice? or Another World Together with My Little Sister?”

“What do you mean ‘how about’? If I wrote that, it’d be plagiarism. I’d get banned. Wait, I don’t write novels anyway. Heeeey, come baaack.”

“So, what happened with the President, Onii-chan?”

“So after you come back, it’s still that…”

However, no matter what she says, I can’t say this. Since I was told not to say it…

“Really, there’s nothing. There’s no relationship between me and the President.”

After staring at me for a while, my sister closed her eyes, thought about it, and said with a face that looked convinced:

“I get it, Onii-chan. There’s probably something you can’t say. I don’t tell you about things my friends told me to keep absolutely secret either.”

“But, if you’re ever in trouble, you have to tell me, okay? No matter what, I’m on your side, Onii-chan.”

“Ah, yeah, that’s right. Thanks.”

She finally seemed convinced. Just when I thought I’d be released, there was one more thing.

“So.”

“So?”

“What happened with Shiroi-sensei?”

“W-why?”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m always watching you, Onii-chan. If something’s off, I’ll know right away.”

“Ummmm, was something off?”

My sister sighed (haa) and then said:

“When you came back from lunch break, Onii-chan, you were restless and kind of floaty. Also, you looked like you wanted to tell me something.”

This sister is scary… I’m feeling the terror more intensely now. Maybe the reason she has so many friends is because she has this incredible ability to read people?

“Ummmm, what I wanted to tell you was that I couldn’t go home together in the afternoon.”

“That wouldn’t make you act like that, Onii-chan. Also, when we entered the student council room, Shiroi-sensei looked really happy when she called your name.”

“Ummmm, maybe that’s because I declined at first? Like, she was glad I came instead of ditching?”

“Onii-chan, in situations like that, people look relieved. Shiroi-sensei was more like… hmm, for example, like when a puppy that hasn’t warmed up to you at all finally does.”

“Ummmm, that’s abstract and hard to understand?”

“In other words, something. Happened. At. Lunch!”

“Ehhhhhhh.”

It’s all exposed. My sister’s boyfriend would absolutely never be able to cheat… I’m glad I’m not her boyfriend right now… I think?

I gave up and cleanly admitted defeat.

“Yes, something happened…”

Ahh, isn’t this stricter than police interrogation? This sister…

“Then you’ll tell me about this one, right, Onii-chan?”

She smiled sweetly and looked at me, but her eyes still weren’t smiling…

Well, the teacher didn’t tell me to keep it secret, and if it’s my sister, she won’t tell anyone else. I started talking about what happened that day at lunch, hiding the fact that the teacher had wailed.

“Ummmm, remember when I talked about the love letter before?”

“Yeah, episode 12.”

“Wait, are you still in another world? I don’t know what that number means, but anyway, that Big Sister from the love letter…”

“That Big Sister?”

“Was Shiroi-sensei…”

My sister froze in that position.

“Shiori?”

When I called her name, my sister fell backward on the spot, like a child with anemia during morning assembly.

“Sh-Shiori, are you okay?!”

I hurriedly approached my sister and held her up.

My sister, out of breath, said in a small voice:

“U, u, u…”

“U?”

“Too enviable…”

“Pardon?”

I said “pardon?” with a rising inflection like a certain detective, and my sister suddenly rose from my arms.

“A-a letter from Onii-chan saying ‘I love you, please marry me’… too envious and resentful (urameyamashii).”

“You’re mixing ‘resentful’ (urameshii) and ‘enviable’ (urayamashii).”

“Onii-chan! Say it to me too!!”

“No way.”

“Then write it!!”

“Ehhhh, write a love letter? No way.”

“No, that would be the same as Sensei, so I don’t want that!”

“Then what?”

“Marriage registration.”

“No way. We can’t get married in the first place. We’re siblings, and there’s the age thing too.”

“Noooo! Noooo! Hold meeeee!”

Like a spoiled child who doesn’t get what they want when shopping, my sister rolled on the floor and whined. Unable to do anything, I just watched until she calmed down.

Your panties are showing. You didn’t have to go that far with the maid thing. Striped panties…

Chapter 49: Student Councils Always Appear in School Stories, Don’t They?

On the promised Tuesday, I spent two days using every trick in the book to get my completely sulky sister back in a good mood.

I was even forced to make promises I can’t say here, and finally, she was in a good mood, and we headed to the student council room together.

President Aoi, Shiroi-sensei, my sister—what even is this, charging into a three-way battle? Seriously, give me a break.

Even though I can’t rap, I walked along muttering in a rap-like rhythm.

Come to think of it, I remembered:

“Shiori, weren’t you nominated for Student Council President in middle school?”

I was pretty sure I’d heard something like that, so I checked.

“I was, but I declined.”

I thought this sister could easily handle being Student Council President, but when she said she declined, I got curious about her reason and ended up asking.

“Heeeh, why?”

“Because I wouldn’t have time to watch Onii-chan.”

That’s your reason for turning down everyone’s nomination…?

“Ahh, I see…”

“Yeah. It’s my life’s work.”

“Life’s work… watching me…”

Shouldn’t I have a serious talk with my sister at some point?

While thinking about this, we arrived at the student council room. When I knocked, a voice from inside said “Come in.” Judging by the voice, it was probably the secretary, Machiya-san.

“Excuse us.”

When we entered, everyone was already in the room. You guys are fast. Were you even in class?

“Hello, Yuu-san and Shiori-san. Thank you for your hard work.”

The President greeted us cheerfully with her usual archaic smile. Are you really the same person? I still doubt it even now.

“Hello.”

My sister greeted them along with me. The tension probably hasn’t dissolved yet, but she behaved herself and greeted them.

“Sensei hasn’t arrived yet. Since this is supposed to be led by the student council, we could start without her, but since this is essentially the first real meeting and she said she wanted to participate, could you wait until she arrives?”

After confirming my nod, she told the secretary, Machiya-san, to serve tea.

Wait, is it normal for student council rooms to have tea prepared? I thought belatedly, but then I remembered a certain light music club also had it, so I convinced myself it was fine. While waiting, there was a knock, and Shiroi-sensei entered with her twin-tails bouncing.

“Sorry I’m late.”

The teacher sat down without making eye contact with me. For an instant, my sister’s body trembled (biku), but I pretended not to notice.

“Well then, now that everyone’s here, shall we begin?”

Saying that, the teacher explained the purpose and background of this gathering.

If I were to list everything here in detail, it wouldn’t be interesting at all, the author’s ignorance would be further exposed, I’d get depressed, and the story updates would stop progressing, so to explain simply:

In short, the higher-ups apparently told us to do some kind of volunteer work at school and compile it into a report to submit.

Well, to put it nicely, it’s troublesome, so they’re just dumping it on the student council.

I always wondered what student councils do day-to-day, but so this is what they do. I thought they just drank tea and chatted, like in that light novel or that anime… (No, they properly do work. Probably…)

Then, we discussed simply what to do and how to do it. Well, the 3W1H: Why, Who, What, How. Why, who, what, how.

To that, we added “when” (When) and budget (How much), making it 4W2H, I guess? Though there’s no budget.

Too many W’s, lol 

Now, let’s discuss—but when it started, the President asked the Vice President, the Vice President made some proposal, the Secretary said “That’s good,” but when the Vice President mentioned the demerits, the Secretary said “Then that’s no good.” Then the President made a proposal, the Secretary again said “That’s good,” the Vice President said “But the budget…” and the Secretary said “That’s no good…”

The discussion went nowhere endlessly. The Secretary only said “That’s good” and “That’s no good.” Are you Facebook? Say “That’s sad” too while you’re at it.

They were just talking amongst themselves internally. Are we even needed here? I thought, and when I looked at Shiroi-sensei, she was staring intently at me.

Then, when our eyes met, she turned bright red and looked away.

Ehhhh, what? That attitude?

My sister next to me flinched (biku) again, and I again pretended not to notice. While at it, I pretended not to notice the teacher’s attitude either. My sister to the side, the teacher in front, and beyond her, the Student Council President. What is this, being surrounded on all sides…?

Perhaps noticing my attitude, the demon—no, the President—turned toward us and asked with an archaic smile.

By the way, “archaic smile” means a smile where only the mouth is smiling with a composed face. If you Google it, suspicious sculptures come up, which paradoxically makes it harder to understand, so be careful.

“What do you two think?”

However, when asked “What do you think?” when no discussion has progressed at all…

“Ah, well, I don’t really understand.”

Your discussion, that is, is all I could say.

“I see. Please feel free to speak up anytime.”

The President said this in a very gentle tone, but in my brain I heard:

“Tch, useless.”

The fruitless discussion continued endlessly, and in the end, what was decided was: gather every Tuesday and Thursday, and somehow get it into shape by summer vacation.

That was all. Just those two things.

You guys are the useless ones.

With that, we were dismissed, and my sister and I stood up.

With the rainy season approaching, the sky was overcast and the temperature wasn’t very high. Since yesterday was the uniform change, I was getting a bit used to my sister’s thin white arms extending from her short sleeves. Today was a bit chilly, and I could see goosebumps on those arms.

On our usual walk home side by side, I asked my sister, who hadn’t said anything today:

“Shiori, you didn’t say anything, but how was it?”

“Shiroi-sensei kept looking at Onii-chan the whole time. Onii-chan! You’re so popular even with older women!”

Hmph, she got in a bad mood again. Ahh, when we get home, am I going to have to let her pat my head until the skin peels off my hands again…?

“No, not that. What did you think of the student council people today?”

My sister tilted her head and thought as if recalling the three people’s conversation today.

“Hmmmm, the President and Vice President seemed reversed?”

“Reversed?”

“Yeah. Like, I couldn’t tell which one was the President… hmmmm.”

She thought more about how to put it.

“In one word, dependency?”

“Dependency?”

“Yeah. It felt like the President was depending on the Vice President?”

“Dependency? Dependency, huh…”

It was abstract again and hard to understand, but that President is dependent on the Vice President? Could such a thing be?

However, my sister’s eye for people, especially for judging girls, is reliable.

That President… dependent? Really?

Chapter 50: Student Councils Always Appear in School Stories, Don’t They?

“Ah, Onii-chan, come shopping with me.”

After dropping that cryptic statement about the President being dependent on the Vice President, my sister lost all interest and invited me shopping instead. This ability to switch gears so quickly is amazing.

“Shopping? Where?”

“Um, Mom said she can’t make dinner today, so I’m going to make dinner. What do you want to eat?”

“Hmmmm.”

First of all, I don’t even know what my sister can make? Just as I thought that, my sister listed the menu for me.

“What’s good? Hamburger steak? Curry? Omurice? Or… me?”

She threw in the standard joke, so I wanted to see what would happen if I responded normally.

“Then, Shiori.”

My sister approached me, clasped her hands behind her back, closed her eyes, stood on her tiptoes in front of my face, and:

“Eat. Me. Up.”

From those glossy little lips came words that made me involuntarily…

“I’m sorry! Hamburger steak!!”

I honestly apologized.

“Ehhhhhh.”

“Don’t ‘ehhhh’ me! Doing something like that in a place like this, if someone saw us…”

Sensing something, I looked to the side, and there was a familiar head—no, a silver-haired beauty—Michiru! The silver-haired beauty Watanose Michiru was standing near us, stunned, having dropped her bag.

“M-M-Michiru, this is, this is, um…”

As I flustered trying to make excuses, the frozen Michiru rebooted. However, even after rebooting, she didn’t recover and acted like a broken robot:

“Y-y-y-you two, a-a-are you two in that kind of relationship?! Um, uh, siblings, you’re siblings, right? I think, that sort of thing is questionable, ah, no, I understand that it depends on your hearts, but as your best friend…”

“Calm down, calm down, Michiru! It’s not like that! We’re not in that kind of relationship!”

I hurriedly tried to explain the situation to Michiru, but she remained broken and wouldn’t recover.

“K-k-kiss, siblings, kiss, tempura, sibling tempura.”

“No, there’s no such thing as sibling tempura—heeeey!”

When I looked to the side to see what my sister was doing:

She was making an “Oops” face and looking away.

“Shiori, say something too! That it was a joke!”

Then, in a small voice:

“Ehhhh, but it wasn’t a joke…”

“Say. It. Any. Way.”

“Okaaaay.”

“Heeeey, Michiruuu, heeeey!”

“Michiru-chaaaan!”

“Kisskisskisskiss, like? Like?”

Ah, this is hopeless. I took Michiru to the nearby park. My sister picked up the bag Michiru had dropped and followed behind.

I bought cold tea from a vending machine and had Michiru drink it.

She gulped it down (gubi gubi), exhaled (haa), and finally calmed down—her eyes stopped spinning. Then she said to us:

“So you two were kissing?!”

No good. She’s still not fixed…

Finally calming down, I explained the whole story to Michiru.

“I see. You returned a joke with a joke. Hahaha, you two are as close as ever.”

It was a dry laugh, but Michiru smiled and finally seemed convinced. My sister had a dissatisfied look on her face, though…

Michiru changed the subject as if what happened earlier hadn’t occurred.

“Come to think of it, Shiori-kun, thank you for not talking about me back then. I had to thank you properly at least once.”

Michiru bowed her head to my sister.

“No, I should have told Onii-chan when you disappeared, Michiru-san. Then neither you nor Onii-chan would have been troubled.”

My sister thought for a moment and began telling Michiru her feelings from that time.

“I was jealous of you, Michiru-san.”

“Of me?”

“Yeah. You were kicking the ball with Onii-chan, and both you and Onii-chan looked so happy. I was envious.”

“I really hated you, Michiru-san. So honestly, I thought about exposing everything to cause you trouble. But I couldn’t…”

My sister didn’t say the reason, and Michiru didn’t ask.

“So don’t apologize. I don’t want you to apologize…”

Who was in the wrong? Herself? Michiru? Or me…?

“I see. I understand. I won’t apologize anymore.”

Saying that, Michiru asked my sister with a smile that made her beautiful face look even more beautiful:

“Do you still hate me?”

My sister tilted her head, looked at Michiru, and said honestly:

“Hmmmm, a little?”

“Hahaha, a little?”

“Yeah. You’ve become really beautiful, so I hate you a little.”

“Then I hate you a little more than you hate me. You’re really cute, and you have a wonderful older brother.”

“Yeah.”

They gazed at each other and laughed together.

Hey, you two, haven’t you forgotten about my existence?

“Come to think of it, Michiru, what were you doing here?”

“Eh! Ah, um, I was just walking around here reminiscing about the past a bit. Ah, but it’s not like I wanted to indulge in nostalgic memories with you or anything, don’t misunderstand!”

“No, you don’t need to do that template tsundere thing.”

“A-anyway, you two are late too! What were you doing, coming home this late?”

“Ah, we were asked to help out with the student council a bit.”

“Student council…?”

Michiru’s face changed to a dubious expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ah, well, it’s just…”

“Did something happen with the student council?”

“Hmm, well, it’s an old story, but there was an incredible mansion near my house. I used to kick the ball around near that house a lot. One day, the ball went into that house’s yard, and there happened to be a girl about my age there. I said to her, ‘Excuse me, could you get my ball?'”

“Then, with the scissors she was holding, she suddenly… stab into my ball.”

Michiru explained while making a motion of swinging something down.

“Uwah.”

The gesture was so vivid that I let out a sound.

“It was an important ball Papa bought me, so I yelled.”

“Then, that girl grinned (niya), ignored me yelling, and went into the house.”

“After that, someone from the house—now that I think about it, maybe a butler—gave me money, but I threw it back. I was so frustrated at the time.”

“So, how does that relate to the student council?”

Michiru showed hesitation for a moment but continued talking.

“That girl from back then—she’s the Vice President.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. The nameplate on that house said Ichikawa, and I met her at the entrance ceremony, so there’s no mistake. I was so frustrated that it left an impression. She didn’t seem to remember, though.”

“But there was no trace of that attitude. She’s always smiling, and she seemed pure and kind. Well, it was when we were kids, so maybe she was irritated about something.”

“I was also at fault for kicking the ball on the street. I was looking for a place, and thanks to that, I got to meet you.”

“Well, I’ll head home before it gets dark. I’m a girl after all.”

Ending that story, Michiru smiled and went home.

After watching until Michiru’s back disappeared from view, I asked my sister about what Michiru just said.

“Shiori, what do you think?”

My sister answered while gazing in the direction Michiru walked:

“Michiru-chan definitely likes you, Onii-chan.”

“No, not about that.”

“Hmph, good for you, Onii-chan. Come on, let’s go shopping!”

Saying that, she walked off, and I followed behind, thinking:

My sister, the President, Sensei, and now the Vice President too?

Ahhhh, somehow, this is getting troublesome… (Indeed it is.)