When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 30: "My sister can't be this crazy."

“My sister can’t be this crazy.”

I stood up, clutching my buttocks in pain.

Meeting her real older brother after a year, and this is what I have to deal with.

I glare resentful at my sister, who just laughs in response, knowing full well that her laughter won’t have much of an effect.

From 7th grade to 8th.

It’s been enough time for a teenage girl to grow both physically and mentally, but neither has happened to my little sister. She remains the epitome of freedom and recklessness.

Her chest is flat as a board, which gives her a cute charm, but…

Or so I thought.

“Why are you coming out of Sajou-san‘s place!?”

“I don’t want to hear it from someone who was sticking their butt out in front of Nee-san’s place…”

“I mean, yeah, but…!”

I can’t make excuses because it’s the truth.

But I didn’t stick my butt out there on purpose. It was an unfortunate accident.

Initially, considering I collided with the door my sister opened and ended up falling, she shares some responsibility as well. It’s vexing because I find myself unable to voice any grievances; if she were to inquire, “Why were you positioned in front of the door?” I’d be at a loss for words. It’s quite frustrating.

“So, what’s up? Were you really stalking Nee-san?”

“I wasn’t! And what do you mean, Nee-san?”

When I ask, my sister doesn’t listen and just insults me with “weirdo,” so I yell back, “Shut up!” like a child.

Seriously, why does she exist?

It’s not like it’s an easy distance from Hokkaido to Tokyo. Did she even bother to ask her brother?

Besides, I’ve never been to Sajou-san’s house.

I feel a strange frustration deep in my stomach.

Then,

“What’s wrong?”

I hear a familiar deep voice, and my spine shivers.

Stepping out of the shadow of the door, it was none other than the person I both wanted to see and didn’t want to see.

Indeed, it was undoubtedly Sajou-san.

Upon hearing Sajou-san’s voice after a long time, I feel both tension and relief, and my face stiffens.

What should I say? Once again, anguish surfaces.

But that anguish dissipates quickly.

I thought my heart had stopped.

“……”

“Um… Ri-Rihito… Ah, no. Why…!?”

It was… a maid outfit.

Moreover, it was a classical style with a hairband.

The black and white frilled maid outfit suited Sajou-san, the cool raven-haired beauty, perfectly.

The lady’s shoes with black rose decorations also looked great on her.

Though wrapped in a maid outfit from head to toe, her chest’s assertion was still evident. Even over her clothes, her well-shaped breasts were clearly defined, exuding a different kind of allure from when they were exposed. A clothed busty god?

From top to bottom, and bottom to top, my gaze licked her maid’s appearance all over before stopping precisely at her face.

With lightly applied makeup or lipstick, her lips were painted with rouge, giving them a fresher and more lustrous appearance than usual.

The cheeks are being painted, turning red… Huh? Present continuous tense?

Upon closer inspection, her lips trembled slightly, and now her cheeks were being dyed red.

Ah, she’s embarrassed.

“Um, ahh… Sajou-san?”

“……~”

She’s trembling with embarrassment, and I can’t grasp the answer with my outstretched hand.

So,

“Um, it… suits you very well?”

“~~~~!~!!!?”

Voicing what I thought, she finally bursts into tears.

Squeezing the apron tightly, she bows her head.

Um, let’s see?

I can’t quite understand the situation, so I’m left perplexed, my hand still half-extended. My sister teases me with “Hyu~! Tara-shi~” but I ignore her. Annoying.

Why is my sister here? And why is Sajou-san in a maid outfit?

I try to grasp the current situation, but the more I try to list the facts, the more confused I become. What is this chaos?

As I’m pondering over this, it seems Sajou-san can’t bear it anymore.

She tries to retreat back into the shadows by the door, but my sister, with the agility of a cat, catches her by the scruff, preventing her from escaping. My sister’s quite strong.

“Let go…!”

“I refuse~”

Struggling to break free and escape, Sajou-san was caught by my sister, who then looked at me with a cheerful smile.

“Well, I don’t know why my brother’s here, but…”

“…That’s my line.”

I’m slightly perturbed by how my sister is treating Sajou-san like a cat, but I’ll say what needs to be said.

Sajou-san and my sister.

There shouldn’t have been any connection between these two.

My sister lived with us until a year ago, but I’ve never heard of her being acquainted with Sajou-san. And what does she mean by “Nee-san”?

Was it a nickname used in a close relationship?

I’m not satisfied. My lips curl downward in discontent.

However, from my sister’s perspective, it seems she couldn’t care less about my declining mood.

“Perfect timing,” she says, grabbing my shoulder firmly with her free hand.

I don’t resist. The force in her grip is strong, and I’m caught just like a chained cat.

I have no intention of running away, but I can’t help feeling a slight sense of dread at her actions.

This sister of mine, her mind not just out of this world but soaring past the atmosphere into the vicinity of Venus, you never know what she’s going to come up with.

When we were kids, she watched a special feature about a certain country of mice on a lunchtime variety show and exclaimed, “I’m going too!” before heading out with her favorite bunny backpack. When she came back after truly playing, I was speechless. She had a mouse headband on as a souvenir, and I still can’t forget the stunned look on my face.

At the time, I was in fifth grade and she was in third, making me eight years old. I was a single-digit elementary schooler brimming with adventurous spirit. Yes, such elementary schoolers existed.

Because of countless crazy episodes like that, I’m even more on guard when my escape route is blocked.

I swallow nervously.

In contrast to me, my sister, with the casualness of someone asking for help with tonight’s dinner, predictably brings up some crazily outlandish request.

“I’m moving, so can you help me move my stuff?”

“…………Huh?”

“……………………Huh?”