When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 34: When I hear the sound of a girl taking a shower, I feel a bit nervous.

When I hear the sound of a girl taking a shower, I feel a bit nervous.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

After finishing dinner and taking a breather, Sajou-san announces before disappearing into the bathroom.

Her declaration sends a shiver down my spine, but I try my best not to show it on my face. If I show it too obviously, I know my sister, who is waiting eagerly next to me, will say something.

However, it’s not easy to not be concerned. Since Sajou-san started staying over at our place, it’s become common for her to shower here. It happened even on the first day when she got caught in the rain and was completely drenched.

So, I can’t say I’m used to it… Not at all.

Even though it’s happened many times, experiences don’t necessarily stack up.

Every time she says, “I’ll borrow the shower,” I get nervous.

Sometimes when I hear the sound of water, I cover my ears and bury my face in the bed.

However, even if I close my eyes, I can’t help but imagine Sajou-san in the bathroom, which only makes me more restless.

So, my current hobby is going out to the balcony and stargazing. Dispelling worldly desires. It’s the most calming thing for me.

Well, even though I’m concerned, it’s not like in anime or manga where it’s a given that you’ll accidentally run into someone in the bathroom. When watching or reading, it’s not a concern, but in reality, I’ve always thought that a heroine would notice someone before opening the door. Bringing realism into fiction is a no-no, but I can’t help but think, “That’s so unrealistic.”

So, while maintaining a calm facade on the surface, I’m inwardly restless.

“Take care.”

In contrast, my sister, her stomach full and seemingly in a dreamy state, is slumped over the desk. She lifts her hand weakly to wave goodbye.

Her reaction is surprising, and I can’t help but focus on her.

“Aren’t you going with her?”

“Huh? Is it okay for me to go with her?”

“Well, it’s not like it’s a good idea.”

What the heck, don’t ask if you’re just gonna say no, I mutter under my breath, then press my cheek back onto the table.

Her reaction is still surprising, and this time, I try not to vocalize my surprise.

My sister has always liked girls.

Not in the typical yuri or GL sense, probably. Most likely. I think. Maybe. Who knows.

It makes me a little anxious, but it’s definitely not that.

She’s always liked being clingy with girls.

Hugging them, kissing their cheeks.

And eventually, even groping their breasts without letting them know and stroking their exposed thighs.

Engaging in intimate interactions that are typical of girls, and I’ve had to kick her out of the living room several times with a “do that in your room.”

I often hear about extreme interactions between girls like that, but when I saw it for the first time, I felt a small sense of wonder, realizing that it wasn’t just the delusion of a virgin boy.

By the way, this story is unrelated and just a tangent.

I’ll just note that my bookshelf at the time began to fill up with yuri manga and light novels. “Strawberry Panic!” is great, by the way. It’s a masterpiece.

The young leaves of my heart blossomed with the flowers of yuri.

Enough digression.

One of the things my sister, who loves girls, does is taking baths with her friends when they come over.

Hearing their giggles and whispers might have influenced my young preferences—just kidding.

But for Sajou-san, who is beautiful and has an impressive bust, to not want to take a bath together was an unexpected event for me, to the extent that it was a small shock.

Is she really my sister?

Is she secretly a fox in disguise?

She might start dancing the fox’s wedding ceremony any minute now. Or maybe she’ll start eating dango, like in “Doraemon.”

Thinking about such things, whether from my gaze or my expression, my sister, still slumped over the desk, opens her eyes wide and says with a smirk.

“I really want to take a bath with her, you know. Sajou-san. She’s beautiful, and her boobs are huge.”

Hey. That’s true, but… don’t say that. You’ll just make me more restless thinking about her taking a shower.

“I naturally have feelings like wanting to wash her back or massage her, you know, since I’m a girl. Oh, but I definitely don’t want to squeeze them like you do, Onii-san.”

“Hey now.”

She laughs with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Don’t throw dirty jokes at your brother.

But then, my sister, with a somewhat lonely look in her eyes, says, “But I can’t do it.”

“?”

She said “can’t,” not “won’t.”

I can’t fathom her intentions, and question marks swirl around in my head.

Curious, my sister chuckles teasingly and says, “Oh, but,”

“Sajou-san said I can touch her boobs.”

“What!? Seriously, what were you doing!?”

How did the conversation lead to Sajou-san saying that, “Can I touch your boobs?” I don’t remember seeing that choice in an eroge. There’s the inside or outside choice, but that’s a classic.

Dumbfounded, I grit my teeth.

Of course, I tried to act like I wasn’t jealous, but inside, I was incredibly frustrated. Curse you.

I bite down on my teeth, barely holding back.

But continuing this conversation when Sajou-san might come out at any moment is not a good idea.

So, to change the subject, I ask about something I’ve been meaning to ask.

“By the way, where are you sleeping?”

Sajou-san is using my sister’s room and bed. Or rather, my sister gave it up for her.

I didn’t ask if she was staying over, but it’s already late at night.

On the TV, which I’m not even watching, a variety show is airing during prime time. A comedian on stage is being cut off by the host, whom I’ve seen often, with a decisive “That’s wrong!”

At this time of night, my sister, despite being unreasonable, wouldn’t suddenly say she’s going back to Hokkaido. Hence the need for confirmation.

Well, she’ll probably use our parents’ bedroom.

As I’m thinking that, my sister, with a puzzled look for some reason, calmly said something outrageous.

“…? Are we going to sleep together in my Onii-san’s room?”

What’s that supposed to mean? I’m at a loss for words as my sister speaks with her silver eyes. What is she talking about?