When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance.

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Even with his stubborn virginity, I still like him.

Sajou Hitori’s POV

Without even going to school,

I just keep running away from my mother.

Without ever standing up to anything,

I just cover my ears like a child.

I can’t have any confidence in myself.

I can’t imagine anyone liking me.

And, to begin with, I hate myself the most.

To think that her brother would show affection for someone like that.

I couldn’t possibly accept it.

I grip my forearm with such force that it feels like my blood flow might stop.

It was terrifying.

Not the thought of being rejected by her sister. But the thought of being rejected by Rihito through her sister was terrifying.

My body trembles involuntarily with a fear I’ve never felt before.

When was the last time I felt this scared?

When I had given up on everything, my heart didn’t move.

When did my heart become so easily swayed?

I feel like a criminal being sentenced in court.

With my head hanging low like that, his sister quietly calls out to me.

“Nee-san…”

I timidly lift my face. And then, she curls up her cheek with a grin.

There wasn’t a trace of aversion on her face; it was filled with the brightness and warmth of the sun.

“It’s all good… Welcome, welcome…. Actually, I’m more curious. Is it okay if I call my brother? He’s such a stubborn virgin, that guy.”

“Not to that extent…”

I try to deny it, but I close my mouth before it opens.

Now that I think about it, he reacted to my chest at the pool, or rather, he stared at it.

He also had hidden erotic DVDs.

There are many other things I can recall.

There was no element to deny his stubborn virginity or his stubbornness.

Rihito is undoubtedly a pervert. I must admit that.

“…Rihito is a pervert, but…”

As I modestly affirm it, her sister bursts into laughter, saying, “It’s hilarious that you don’t deny it.”

“He might be a stubborn virgin and stubborn, but…”

But, I say.

“…he’s the one who picked me up, Rihito did….”

That’s why,

“It has to be Rihito… There’s only Rihito for me…”

My feelings. It was my true feelings without any embellishment.

Ah. What am I confessing to my crush’s sister?

After pouring out everything, I start feeling embarrassed. I want to run away. Even though this is my room.

Rather than teasing me in my embarrassment, my sister nods along, crossing her arms, and then asks.

“So, when are you going to confess?”

“Gulp…!?”

I’ve never even thought about it… I won’t say that, but I’m shocked from an unexpected angle.

My head is boiling like with a fever, I feel like smoke might be coming out.

Avoiding eye contact with Rihito’s sister who’s staring straight at me, I say in a small voice to myself, “I-I haven’t thought about that yet…” Honestly, I don’t know if she heard it.

“Why not?”

It seems like she did hear it. And she’s not going easy on me.

It’s a demanding question, as if she’s asking for an answer urgently. Well, even if she asks me why… I’m at a loss.

“…We haven’t even met recently.”

“Why not?”

“………”

Silence.

“Why. How come. Why. Tell me. Explain.”

I never imagined that being questioned would be so painful.

Feeling a weight as if gravity had increased, my back unknowingly rounds.

The reason we haven’t even seen each other’s faces lately.

If I were to put it into words,

“……… ………………W-when I realized I liked him, I got embarrassed.”

“Nee-san, you’re such a maiden!”

“Ahh!”

I let out a high-pitched scream and curl up even more. It felt like my head was about to touch the ground. My chest felt tight, crushed against my knees.

If possible, I’d like to just dig a hole and bury myself in the ground.

This is a sixth-floor apartment. Even if I dug a hole, I’d just fall to the floor below and wouldn’t be buried.

Perhaps people can die from embarrassment.

I want to pour water over my head from the heat that feels like it’s about to ignite.

But in a sense, it’s just right.

All my feelings have been laid bare, and I’ve fallen as far as I can.

Shame has surpassed its limits, and there’s no greater shame than this.

Therefore, I ask.

I’m not sure if it’s right to consult her. But I didn’t have anyone else I could talk to about this kind of thing.

Actually, I don’t have any friends to begin with. I’ve never thought it was sad or painful not to have any friends, but I’ve never considered the disadvantages of not having any either.

I never dreamed that I would ask the younger sister of the person I like for love advice, but since I can’t come up with an answer on my own, I open my mouth to consult her, remembering the shame.

But… what should I ask?

“Um… What do you think I should do?”

It’s a vague question.

Even I don’t know what I’m asking.

I need to ask something more specific.

But what exactly?

I bite my lower lip. As I ponder what to do, his sister seems to have made a decision and speaks up.

“Well then, how about starting by changing into a maid outfit?”

She pulls out a maid outfit with frills from her suitcase and spreads it out before me.

…Why a maid outfit?

And why does she have it?

More importantly, I don’t understand why I should wear it.