When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 36: At night, on the bed. Do you have beauties in both hands?

At night, on the bed. Do you have beauties in both hands?

I don’t have a harem fantasy… I think.

That said, it’s not like I dislike harem situations.

Watching them in anime or reading about them in light novels is enjoyable, and seeing the heroines fighting over the protagonist is thrilling and makes me smirk.

But then, being in such a situation in real life… I definitely wasn’t happy about it.

On the narrow single bed.

Even though I’m usually in my relaxed room, this time I was lying stiffly, unable to move an inch.

My body tensed up as if I were mixed with gelatin, my heart stiffening with tension.

I’m in the middle of the bed,

“…Scoot over a bit,”

To my left, Sajou-san is against the wall.

“Isn’t this fun? It’s exciting,”

To my right, my sister, laughing energetically despite the late hour, lies sprawled out.

How did it come to this? The reason is clear.

My sister suggested we all sleep together, Sajou-san agreed, and I, unable to offer any objections, ended up in bed just going with the flow. How did it come to this?

In reality, being in a harem-like situation like this makes me feel sweaty with nerves and anxiety.

My stomach gurgles softly, prompting my sister to ask with a silly expression, “Onii-san, are you hungry?” even in the dim light.

Of course, I’m not hungry; it’s just my nerves activating my intestines.

Feeling a heaviness like indigestion, I naturally stroke my stomach.

From an outsider’s perspective, it’s definitely a harem.

Although there are only two of us, having multiple people on a bed, all of them beautiful girls, qualifies as a harem without a doubt.

However, one of them is my sister. Not a step-sister, but a biological one.

There won’t be a reveal in the story’s climax that we’re not related by blood.

Or suddenly in the prologue, it won’t be revealed that we’re not actually siblings, followed by my sister confessing her feelings. Absolutely not.

There are perverts in class who claim that romance between actual siblings is common, gleaming their glasses and winking suggestively, but they either can’t distinguish between reality and fiction, or they’re a tiny minority within humanity.

Real siblings don’t get aroused even if they see each other naked.

I’d never say such a thing out loud because it would provoke a response like, “Then want to try it?” But absolutely not.

In other words, one of them is not a harem target. She’s below even a sub-character who doesn’t get pursued.

Therefore, this is definitely not a harem.

However, my sister seems to have a different opinion, smiling with a hint of meaning in her eyes.

“Hehehe. You’re lucky to have two beauties by your side, huh?”

“Well, one of them isn’t a beauty.”

At best, she’s like a pet.

As I say that, her eyes narrow with a grin.

I expected her to pout and sulk, puffing her cheeks, so her unexpected reaction makes me feel uneasy, my chest buzzing with discomfort. When I glance sideways, her small mouth opens.

“Oh, I see. Then, you acknowledge that the other side is a beauty.”

“……Uh, well… Yeah, I guess…”

Honestly, I really wish she wouldn’t say things like that in this kind of situation.

Was it a retort, or did she have different intentions?

I couldn’t find the words to respond to the perfectly taken bait.

Instinctively, I wanted to deny it, but I could see that Sajou-san would definitely be bothered by it. She might pretend to “not care” verbally, but her attitude would betray her.

Normally, that would be cute, but I wasn’t looking for that right now.

However, affirming my sister’s words would be embarrassing.

Sajou-san is too beautiful, she’s a girl, and she’s like a gorgeous beauty. Plus, she has large breasts.

But even though I think that way, saying it out loud fills me with embarrassment, making it difficult.

“Hey, what do you think? Tell me, Onii-san?”

Knowing full well what’s going on and still provoking me like this, I can’t help but think my sister has a mean streak.

Let’s just brush it off with something vague.

Shut up and leave me alone.

But the moment I try to speak, something soft brushes against my arm, and my exhaled breath escapes emptily without making a sound.

“…Is that so?”

Her voice is tinged with sadness, as if it’s fading away.

Since I’m facing my sister, I can’t see Sajou-san’s expression.

But the unexpectedly close body is undeniably soft.

She hugs my arm tightly, and from the pressure against my chest, I can feel the rapid thumping of her heart as if it’s transmitted directly without the barrier of air.

“N-No, that’s… um…”

My voice falters.

My heart feels like it’s about to burst from this unexpected action.

Why does she want to ask that?

What kind of answer does she want?

What is she seeking?

I don’t know any of those, and there’s no way to calculate the right answer.

Naturally, my mind goes blank.

At times like this, the only words I can say are the feelings I hold in my heart.

“So, um… yeah…”

There was nothing else I could say but to awkwardly affirm it.

“…I see.”

A disinterested response. The soft sensation that was touching me withdraws slightly.

However, since the bed is a single size and there are three of us, we can’t completely distance ourselves from each other. The sensation of touching each other slightly only adds to the tension, which refuses to dissipate.

…So, what was that all about just now?

As I start to calm down, the lingering question in my mind remains. The only thing left in my heart is the quickened beating of my heart.

Unlike those attention-seeking underclassmen characters who are aware of their cuteness and always seeking approval with lines like “Am I cute?”, Sajou-san is the opposite. She’s more of a self-deprecating type with low self-esteem. I’m the type of pretty girl who would say I’m not cute, even though I am.

So, I didn’t expect her to ask for confirmation like that, and unable to fathom her intentions, I suddenly realised that her silver eyes are reflecting me even in the darkness… not that I wanted to notice.

“Onii-san’s all red~”

“Shut up!”

I yell, and Sajou-san taps the back of my head with a firm “smack.”

“…It’s nighttime, so be quiet.”

“…Yes.”

Reluctantly, I nod, even though I find it unreasonable.

With a click, the hands of the clock on the bedside table move. The hour hand and minute hand overlap.

The night, narrow, deep, and long, has only just begun. Sigh…