When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 16: I don't want to bring girls into my sister's room and do anything erotic.

I don’t want to bring girls into my sister’s room and do anything erotic.

“If it’s a male, I’ll kill you.”

It was a statement filled with murderous intent. Madness.

There was a terrifying sensation, as if a knife had been pressed against my ear.

“It’s a girl.”

I instinctively used respectful language. I was scared.

It wasn’t the chill of the night breeze, but a coldness spreading throughout my body from my trembling heart.

“I see.”

With my response, the murderous intent dissipated, and she said in a light tone. Strangely, I felt a great relief.

A shiver ran down my spine. With each gust of wind, I felt a coldness that made me shiver.

What if she really were a man… I shook my head, let’s stop thinking about it. One thing was for sure: it wouldn’t end well.

“Just asking in case. If you lied and just said that it’s not a male, I’ll still rip your heart out and eat it.”

“She’s a cute, adorable girl.”

The method of murder suddenly felt disturbingly vivid. Ripping out someone’s heart and eating it… are you some kind of vampire or something?

I’d rather not have you eat it like it’s some beef heart dish.

I calmed my racing heart by taking a deep breath.

It was a little surprising.

Setting aside the murderous intent, I had expected to be angry if anyone, even a girl, used my room without permission.

Initially, I had the mindset that as long as I didn’t get caught for a day, it would be fine. But as the days passed, reaching two, then three, I couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“…Aren’t you angry?”

I timidly asked, and she seemed genuinely unconcerned as she replied, 

“Well, not really.”

That aspect of her, surprisingly easy going or carefree, showed a broad-mindedness. It was impressive.

“Oh. But since it you did it before asking me, how about sushi next time we go home?”

“Y- yeah…”

Although she was teasing me, I acknowledged it was my fault, so I couldn’t really object. Rather, I should be grateful it was just sushi.

Though she’s not cute for not suggesting something like parfait or cake.

“Oh, and because I felt a bit uncomfortable just now, add barbecue as well.”

“Why?”

How does she have such psychic-like intuition? And she’s still asking for more than just sweets.

I decided on a restaurant that offers all-you-can-eat sushi and barbecue, the most cost-effective option in my mind. If it wasn’t on a different day and if it wasn’t all-you-can-eat, my allowance would be depleted. I didn’t want to live off of salt alone.

But even though she doesn’t seem to mind her room being used, she seems to be curious about what’s going on there. Her voice over the phone was tinged with a shade that suggested she knew.

“You’re not doing anything dirty in my room, right?”

“I’m not!”

My voice rose in agitation. I glanced out the window, and Sajou-san squinted at me, seeming annoyed. I waved it off as nothing and turned my face back forward.

However, my obviously guilty reaction seemed to have been a mistake.

The sound from the speaker cut off. There was a pause, as if she was thinking. I swallowed the saliva that had welled up in my mouth.

I hadn’t gotten the point across. But I felt like I just wanted to end it like this. But in a few seconds, I knew I’d be bombarded with stalker-like repeated calls.

Yep, it’s definitely the worst invention of humanity, I thought again, feeling more convinced than ever.

“Then in your room?”

That was to be expected!

I reflexively tried to deny it, but my words choked in my throat and weakly retreated to my lungs without a sound. … Now my silence was sandwiched between us.

In my mind, there was a picture of Sajou-san in wet clothes, drenched in the rain, wearing black underwear. It was decadent and moist. Even in my memories, she exuded a sinful allure.

I couldn’t say we weren’t doing anything.

And, what about the living room incidents? Buried my head in her chest, held from behind… Oh no. Even without much thought, it seemed like a menu item from some shop that I would want to complain about.

Undoubtedly erotic. But, I couldn’t say I felt that way, just, it’s, like, an extension of skinship between friends, so there shouldn’t be any problem. Yeah, that’s it.

“We’re not doing anything.”

And so, I lied to my sister and to myself. And then I bit my tongue. Blood spread from where I had bitten. It hurt.

My mind was blank. I just wanted to end this conversation quickly. That was my only desire.

However, my sister wasn’t that easygoing, nor was she kind. If there were fireworks, she’d gather them up and unleash a big burst of sparks, opening her mouth wide to laugh at regular sparklers. She was the type to get carried away in the atmosphere and pleasure of the moment. I remember the chills I felt, even though it wasn’t a haunted house.

Even if that pleasure-seeking monster sensed my state of mind, there was no way I would bother to hold back or endure it out of consideration.

“Oh, it’s my sister-in-law, huh? Oh, at this age, I don’t want to be called auntie, so make sure to use protection, okay? You wouldn’t start without protection, would you? Stop doing such unplanned things, especially coming from a student with no life skills. Those who do it feel good, and if a child is born, it’s supposed to be the fruit of love, bringing tears of happiness. But if you’re opposed by those around you for having a child, don’t go playing the tragic heroine role and revel in it; it’s not just a hassle for the family but also for the child. Family planning is important, you know.”

The level of joking exceeded my expectations.

She had thought through even the future developments. If she had been in front of me, I would have wanted to knock some sense into her. I massaged my wrinkled forehead with my fingers.

“…I have a headache.”

“Huh? Morning sickness? When was your last period?”

“Come to think of it, it’s been a month… Hey. Stop with those sensitive female topics.”

And besides, I’m a guy.

“I haven’t done anything. Stop indulging in weird fantasies.”

“Hmm. Boring.”

A truly bored voice. I wonder how she’d react if I actually said I had a child. In that case, she might actually show some concern, after all.

Even though I had just taken a bath, I couldn’t stop sweating since a while ago. Maybe I should take another shower after the call ends.

“Well. I’ll just take it as a sign of progress that my brother, who had no interest in women, had the courage to bring a girl home.”

“What are you looking at?”

She starts joking, laughing gleefully, saying, “Onii-san, I’m the one who raised you.”

And if you play along saying, “So that’s why your personality turned out so twisted,” she’d proudly respond, “Be grateful to me for that,” even though it’s just a joke.

I could imagine him standing there, unlike Sajou-san, proudly sticking out his flat chest.

“Alright, later.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!”

I hastily stop her before she hangs up.

What did you even call for? You’re not gonna start saying you’re worried that your Onii-san might be up to something naughty with a girl, are you?

“Hmm?” She raises a questioning voice, then follows with an “Ah,” as if remembering something, drawing out the sound.

“Sorry, sorry. I got curious about your love life, got satisfied, and then forgot.”

“I’ve never discussed my love life with you.”

Why would I have to discuss such personal matters openly with my own little sister? That would be seriously messed up.

Yet, she responded with a surprised “Huh?” as if caught off guard.

Hey, what’s with that reaction?

“I, uh, have your FO*ZA account logged in, you know?”

“…….So, what’s the matter? It’s getting cold, so hurry up, okay?”

Man, it’s really cold. I don’t know why, but I just can’t shake this chill.

For some unknown reason, I thought about changing my password. But to begin with, I’m a minor, so I don’t have an account on FANZA or any involvement with D**M. Therefore, the discussion about accessing someone else’s FANZA account is entirely irrelevant to me.

“Question 1: Explain why there were so many melancholic, black-haired, big-breasted characters.”

“Shut up…….   Shut uuuuuupppppp!”

I didn’t care about disturbing the neighbors at night anymore. I just wanted to leap over the balcony fence and journey to a world where no one could tie me down. 

“Question 2: Why aren’t there any little sister themes?”

“Just shut up already.”

My heart was in tatters, worse than a raggedy old mop.

Why was I on the verge of tears, feeling so personally attacked by a conversation that had nothing to do with me? Seriously, it’s unrelated… Wait, why do you know about the account?!

“So, what’s up? What’s the matter?”

“I got sulky. It’s funny.”

This little sister of mine is the worst.

As I slumped over the fence, she started with a preamble, “It’s not a big deal, but…”

“Dad’s business trip got extended another two years, so he’s saying if you come here—”

“…Huh?”