The reason why this genius little girl who doesn't get along with anyone, wants to be only spoiled by me - Episode 8
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- Episode 8 - It's a Little Disappointing He's Not a Lolicon
Episode 8: It’s a Little Disappointing He’s Not a Lolicon
Hoshimiya-san is an innocent and straightforward girl.
So, when I said, “I can’t marry Hoshimiya Sei,” she took it very literally.
“I-I’m sorry… My emotions got a little ahead of myself. Yohei-kun, she’s just not your type, right?”
No, that’s not it at all.
It would be incredibly indulgent of me to think I couldn’t even be satisfied with someone like Hoshimiya Saya. It would take a lot of miracles and effort to find someone even surpass her level.
“It’s not that… um…”
“She… doesn’t seem to interest you much right. But, even though it is coming from me, and may sound biased, but… Oneechan is a really amazing person, you see? Well there are sometimes when she might be a bit of an airheaded, but she’s really kind and caring… and also she has, breasts are huge as well. That was why, I thought she would be pretty up on your fetish as well, Yohei-kun.”
…..Well, I mean, well, yeah. Even the fact that her breasts are Huge…yes, that’s definitely a good thing, I think.
Of course, it’s not like there’s any demerits on the side of Hoshimiya Saya. In fact, I’m the one with the major issues here, but that’s clearly not something Hoshimiya-san was even considering.
No doubt about it.
This girl right here is overestimating my value.
And because of that, she led herself to completely the wrong conclusion.
“HAh! I see… I understand now. That’s what it is, wasn’t it?”
“…..-what do you mean by ‘that’s what it is’?”
“No, even though I am saying this to myself, but… being the sharp girl I am, I’ve figured it out!”
“F–figured out just what?”
“In other words, Yohei-kun… you’re a —-*lolicon*, aren’t you? You prefer a girl like me over my Oneechan, don’t you? Now I understand, ….really fascinating…”
“WRONG! That’s absolutely wrong! I’m telling you!”
Yep. As I thought, she got into a really crazy misunderstanding.
I’m definitely not a kind of guy with that kind of fetish. My upbringing, appearances, likes and dislikes, abilities and even my personality are as average as they come, and even my sexual preferences are just as normal. I like the breasts big as well, and even the small ones alike… Wait, that’s not the point here!
“You don’t have to deny it, you know? It’s definitely ok with me, I’d still accept you, Yohei-kun, even if you were a Hentai-san. Oh, but… when I grow up, even my body will undergo a change, so I’m a little worried that by that time, I might be too mature for you.”
“Nope, if you don’t deny it right here, that’s already bad!”
This girl, her way of thinking is just way too mature. Nope, would it be better to call thought way too perceptive instead? She is strangely thinking that I am a lolicon in her mind, while also understanding enough to accept and willing to go along with it, even if I truly were a lolicon.
That’s a part you should definitely pull a clear no, and run away screaming or something. Else honestly, I will start worrying about it.
“I’m not a lolicon. Also, the thought that I dislike your sister, Hime—I just that is also not the case here… It’s more like, she wouldn’t like someone as me as her partner, that’s all.”
I tried to clear up the misunderstanding in a way that no stones were left unturned.
Hearing which, for some reason, Hoshimiya-san looked a little disappointed.
“Is that really so… I wouldn’t have minded if you were really a lolicon. But —oh well. I’m happy enough to be your little sister, guess I will have to leave the bride role to my Oneechan then.”
“…Although I think your Onee-san would dislike that idea though, you know.”
“Oh, no, no. If it’s Yohei-kun, you’d be just fine. I guarantee it. I think Oneechan would be thrilled instead, actually.”
Just from where does all her confidence come from?
The fact that she says “You’d be just fine,” with absolute certainty—was something I could never say about myself.





































