Imouto sae Ireba Ii. Vol 1 Chapter 5

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Fuwa Haruto has a little sister of 7 years difference.

Like her older brother, she was a beautiful girl of outstanding appearance and figure, but while Haruto was always so kind in the eyes of outsiders, she was cold and aloof, berating several male students who summoned their courage to confess to her, traumatizing them.

Ever since young, she looked up to Haruto, always cling onto him, saying onii-chan, onii-chan; now, whenever they met outside, she would not bother to look at him in the eyes.

“You’re late, Onii[11]!”

Once Haruto returned home, his little sister began grumbling,

“Didn’t you promise you’ll do my homework for me today!? What will you do when you get me scolded at school!”

Haruto gave an impatient look, and sighed, showing a crude att.i.tude he definitely would not show any outsider, saying,

“Shut up. Can’t blame me for having a longer meeting.”

“You’re lying! You went drinking at a friend’s place again, didn’t you! I saw it on Twitter!”

“! St-stop looking at my Twitter here, you idiot.”

Haruto clicked his tongue.

That little sister mention was most probably referring to the h.o.m.o context he posted at Itsuki’s house, and certainly, it was really embarra.s.sing that this Tweet was seen by a family member.

“…Alright, it’s kind of late now. Hurry up and finish your homework before you sleep.”

Haruto tried to change the topic, entered his little sister’s room, and began to a.s.sist with homework.

“Goodness, homework’s meant to be done by yourself, you idiot.”

“I’m not an idiot! If I show my real ability, I’ll be able to finish it at one go, but it’s a waste for me to use it at such a moment, so I got no choice but to have you help me out! Be grateful that I’m being magnanimous here, you idiot!”

“What’s with that…?”

Haruto was dumbfounded by that unreasonable line, and solved each math question one after another.

That little sister’s words might be real when she said she could finish it if she really got down to it; besides, she’s amongst the top of her cla.s.s, and Haruto thought, just get serious already.

In a mere few minutes, they were done with all the questions,

“Right, I’m going to make a move now.”

Haruto was about to return to his room, but Little sister stopped him,

“Wa-wait a sec! There’s pudding in the fridge. I’ll share some of it with you as reward.”

“Nope, don’t want it. I’m going to take a bath, and then sleep.”

“I want to eat! Anyway, wait here like a proper adult!”

The little sister blushed as she hurried out of the room, “You’ll get fat eating pudding at night…” while Haruto grumbled.

Soon after, little sister returned, and Haruto had no choice but to eat pudding with her.

“Anyway, onii.”

‘Hm?”

“Onii, your novels just feel boring no matter how many times I read it. I read your latest book about 100 times already, and I still don’t know how is it interesting in any way.”

“I see.”

Haruto had heard of similar words so often that he was sick of it, so he paid no heed to that. Seeing that, his little sister puffed her cheeks unhappily.

“The most important thing is that the heroine has no charm at all. Isn’t there the trend of some fated heartfelt encounter or something…I think ma

king someone who’s been all the while be the main heroine would bring out more emotion from the readers.”

“…People around you, huh…like for example, childhood friends? That’s not really considered current trends.”

“Huh? Childhood friends are basically just outsiders already. Are you stupid?”

“So what else are there. Say it.”

“Like I know, you stupid onii! Also, I saw your interview with the anime magazine. It’s really disgusting.”

“H-how’s that disgusting!?”

Haruto already read the interview report, and there was nothing to raise issues about. The photo shoot also seemed decent, but it would feel that he was bragging if he said that.

“You’re trying too hard to act cool. Look, what’s with that face? Did you ask the photographer to take it from that angle? You’re not an idol. You think that you’ll look cool taking it from that angle? It’s disgusting!”

“Sh-shut up!”

Haruto’s face went red, embarra.s.sed from how he was criticized for his changes.

“I think you might as well wear a Hagedura[12] and make weird faces. That’ll suit you better, onii.”

“Are you an idiot!? Won’t hose female fans I managed to gain after so long be scared away!?”

“Aren’t your novels directed at virgins anyway? So what if you can’t attract any female fans!?”

“Of course there is, you idiot! Even for novels directed at male readers, the key to success is whether it’ll be able to gain support from fem—ow!!”

Guh! He was beaten on the arm.

“You’re an idiot, onii! I don’t care about you anymore, you idiot! Get out now!”

“H-hey, I’m not done with the pudding—”

“I’ll eat it!”

“You’ll grow fat eating two puddings! You’re going to get fat!”

“Shut up, you idiot! Die!”

The pudding that was half finished was s.n.a.t.c.hed by the little sister, and Haruto got hit on the arm, chased out of the room.

“Just be a pig already!!”

Haruto yelled at the door, and with a scowl, returned to his room.

“Ahh…I guess I should just rent a room outside after all…”

Having intended to work a little before sleeping, Haruto took out a laptop from his bag, and sighed hard.

He had been living in this house for 22 years, ever since he was born. He intended to move out and live alone when he was admitted into college and was determined to be a professional author, only to be strongly opposed by the little sister. His parents agreed with the latter, and he gave up on moving out.

—A little sister definitely isn’t a good thing.

Haruto truly felt this way.

If Itsuki was to see the interaction between Haruto and his little sister, he would definitely be yelling, “That’s a reward alrlllrrrriiiggghtt!” dying with envious tears of blood (and because he’s too envious, he’ll die of despair due to the illogical reality). Haruto, being a bonafide realist however, stubbornly thought “There’s no way my little sister can be a tsundere brocon”, and never realized this fact.

However, even if he did realize, there certainly would not be any changes.

Fuwa Haruto, living with an actual brocon of a tsundere little sister, would hope to have talent instead.

Talents, gold, standing, honor, looks, personalities, dreams, hopes, liberal, stability, friends, lover, little sister.

What everyone yearned is undoubtedly what others would have, but in the eyes of those who have them, they were worthless.

It really is a rare miracle to have something one truly desired—but tragedies and comedies happen because miracles don’t really occur.

It appears everything in this world is as such.