The Villainous Uncle in the Adult Game Gets Unusually High Praise from the Heroines - Chapter 36

Sigh…

How many sighs had I let out by now?  

My hands rested on the keyboard of my laptop, but my writing wasn’t progressing at all. No—that was not quite accurate. When you multiplied zero by anything, it still equaled zero. There was no progression to speak of.  

In short, the page in front of me remained blank. What I was supposed to be working on was the draft for the club magazine. Normally, ideas would flow naturally with the passage of time, but now… nothing came to mind. Not even a single word.  

It wasn’t a good sign.  

I wanted to believe it was all in my head, but… could it be that I’d hit a slump?  

This complete inability to think of anything—it had never happened to me before. Not knowing what this state of mine meant, I couldn’t help but feel… scared.  

Thinking about it now, maybe I shouldn’t have started up the laptop, intending to work on the draft just a little before heading to the Tendo household. Perhaps that was where I went wrong. I didn’t expect something like this to happen to me.  

“No, not just to me—my brain, maybe,” I muttered to myself.  

Anyway—  

“…”  

Maybe I was overthinking things.  

About my sister and Rindo-senpai’s reactions.  

No, Rindo-senpai’s reaction was merely a casual, “You’re just not used to writing this sort of thing, are you?” And my sister’s reaction was a matter-of-fact, “Why are you writing something you’re not used to?”  

If anyone was overreacting to their comments, it was probably me.  

So, yeah. This was my own problem.  

“I’m home!”  

Just then, I heard the sound of the front door opening with a click, followed by the faint sound of footsteps climbing the stairs.  

Moments later, the door opened, and my sister peeked in. She seemed to be gauging my mood.  

“Um, are you okay?”  

“Okay? What do you mean?”  

“Well… sorry. I think I may have been a bit harsh. I realize now—you must feel like writing something different every now and then.”  

“…I’m fine. Really. I was just reflecting on whether I tried something I wasn’t ready for.”  

That said, if someone apologized, it was only right to accept it. Besides, my sister wasn’t at fault here—  

“You just didn’t seem like yourself, Yo-chan, and it surprised me. I never thought you’d write something so fanciful and dream-like.”  

Snap

My body stiffened.  

Before I could form a retort, my body moved on its own.  

I grabbed the conveniently placed suitcase by the side of the room and began stuffing clothes and other belongings into it.  

“Huh? W-wait, Yo-chan… what are you doing?”  

“What I’m doing? Isn’t it obvious?”  

My tone was even and unremarkable, the same as always. And yet, somehow, she seemed to sense my frustration.  

“I’m leaving home.”

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“And that’s what happened,” Yozuki-san explained, finishing her story.  

We both exchanged looks, then sighed in unison.  

“Hmmm…”  

“…Hmmm…”