When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 46: For some reason, I end up being made to change into a maid outfit. Sajou Hitori’s POV

For some reason, I end up being made to change into a maid outfit.

Sajou Hitori’s POV

“Wow…! It suits you so well! Your boobs are huge!”

I instinctively hug myself to hide my body from such straightforward reactions.

However, my attempt seems to backfire as I’m met with a thumbs-up and a compliment, “Even your embarrassed look is good!”

Her somewhat harassing reaction reminds me of Rihito’s reaction when he saw me in a swimsuit.

Why do they resemble each other in all the wrong ways?

It’s exasperating. While I can’t help but feel it’s unfair, I find myself resenting Rihito, who isn’t even here.

Resting her chin on her hand, Rihito’s sister looks at me from head to toe and nods, saying, “Perfect fit. It was meant for a bride, but it fits you just right. Maybe it’s because of the height difference?”

“Bride?”

What’s with that “bride” thing?

I had a small doubt, but before I could dwell on it, her gaze, fixed intently on my chest, made me want to escape. “That’s great, especially the cleavage,” she observes meticulously.

I grab the frills at the neckline and frown.

“Why a maid outfit…”

“Because you’re taking care of my brother, right?”

Her sister says it as if it’s obvious.

Isn’t that a bit too straightforward?

“More importantly, my brother likes this kind of innocent look. If he sees you like this, he’ll be knocked out for sure. No way he’ll be able to resist pushing you down without losing his sanity.”

“Well… that would be troubling.”

Whether I can refuse or not, whether I even want to refuse is a separate issue… but, it’s troubling.

And, I don’t even feel like this cute outfit suits me.

But the words “Rihito likes it” strike a chord within me. Is that how it is?

‘Hitori… It suits you’

What am I… what am I… what am I imagining?

Thinking about it makes me feel embarrassed yet happy, and I find it strange that I’m even considering continuing to wear it. Then, I become disgusted with myself for being so easily swayed.

What’s “hitori” supposed to mean? He hasn’t called me that… or… given me any other name.

I’m overthinking it. I have to support my forehead with my hand due to the overwhelming self-loathing.

Suddenly, I feel a gaze on me.

Primarily on my chest.

“Gaze—…”

Or rather, she’s making sounds with their eyes. It’s too obvious.

If it were Rihito, I’d kick his shin, but since it’s his sister, I’m at a loss on how to react. Seriously, what is this?

“Well… fine. I really want to touch them!”

She’s a pervert. A genuinely pure pervert.

An excited, heated sigh of admiration. Since she looks young and is a girl, it’s still somewhat forgivable, but if this were a guy, I’d report him immediately. Why are both siblings so fixated on big breasts?

An unabashedly intense gaze.

I’m at a loss about what to do.

But, she’s a girl, and she’s Rihito’s sister.

She even listened to my consultation… whether it meant anything or not.

As a gesture of thanks, I puff out my chest slightly.

“Would you like to try touching…?”

“I-Is it okay!?”

My body jolts in surprise.

In an instant, it feels like boiling water, my tension skyrocketing.

I plant both hands on the desk and lean forward eagerly. Caught off guard by my excessive reaction, I instinctively pull back.

I’ve heard that it’s normal for girls to touch each other a bit, but is this really normal?

My temples twitch. I’m already regretting making such a casual suggestion.

“Haah… Haah…”

My breaths are heavy. I feel nothing but danger.

I should stop this. That’s what I wanted to say, but if I did, I wouldn’t know what might happen next, and that thought scares me.

It feels like I’m facing a wild beast with bait in front of it.

But in this case, I’m the bait, so my feelings are complicated.

“uu… uw…”

Growling, she reaches out towards my chest.

At this point, it’s like resignation. I push my chest forward in a desperate attempt to get it over with.

Just as her trembling fingers are about to touch my chest,

“…Uwaaaaa, no, I can’t do it after all.”

She withdraws her hand with a pained expression.

I widen my eyes.

Before relief that she didn’t touch me sets in, questions arise first.

She seemed so eager to touch me, so why?

“Well… If that’s the case…”

However, if she’s not going to touch me, then that’s fine too.

It’s not like I would’ve thought anything of it if a girl touched me, but… her sister, she was a little intimidating.

“Oh well. It can’t be helped. It really can’t be helped, but…”

She grumbles as she rolls around on the floor. The torment is palpable.

“Huff…”

Exhaling as if resigning to something, she stops.

Then, with a reluctant effort, she gets up and flashes me a relaxed smile.

“Well, maybe not ‘sister-in-law’ (temporarily). But if you were to become a real sister-in-law, I guess that would be fine. Even if I don’t touch you boobs… even if I don’t…ehhhh.”

Although regret seems to linger, she brushes it aside and continues.

“I’d be happiest if you became my real sister-in-law.”

Why.

I’m puzzled by the affection and trust directed towards me. My chest feels uneasy.

It’s our first meeting.

And not only that, she used my room without permission, even if my brother allowed it.

I shouldn’t have a good impression of her.

I couldn’t understand how I could trust someone like that.

“…I told you before, girls don’t stay over at boys’ houses if they’re not interested in them.”

As if she sensed my doubt, Rihito’s sister starts speaking.

“It goes both ways. My brother wouldn’t let a woman he doesn’t trust stay over either. Besides, there’s no way he’d let someone use my room.”

Her voice held a clear trust in her brother.

Aware of my own pettiness as I couldn’t help but envy that trust, I say softly,

“…You trust your brother.”

In response to my words, she puffs out her chest proudly.

“Hehe! Because I love my brother so much!”