I, Kisaragi Iori, stood in the middle of my room.

A few minutes ago, I had a very surprising experience.
I put my hand on my chest, my heart was still pounding.

It’s been a year and a half since I saw my sister.

To be honest, I was so surprised that I don’t remember what we talked about. But I do remember that we exchanged a few words.

I’m glad to see that my sister was doing fine. I’m so relieved…

Souta Nii-chan had always told me how she was doing, and I could hear their voices through the wall every day.

But when I see and talk to her in person, it made me feel at ease.
My sister was right in front of me. I can see her. That alone made me really happy.

It’s all thanks to Souta Nii-chan.
He probably doesn’t realize it, but the fact that my sister wrote me a letter and the fact that she came out of your room today, are all related to Souta Nii-chan.

I really appreciate it.
Souta Nii-chan was my hero.

“I mean, I really think that…”

I let out a deep, deep sigh and jolted back to reality.
Mostly because I can hear a lot of voices coming from behind the wall.

“‘Yuika, is this it? You want it here?’”
“‘Baka, don’t ask me that. It’s too embarrassing to say…’”
“‘You’re not gonna say no to anything, are you? Come on, don’t be shy. I’ll accept it all. You don’t have to hold back anymore.’”

“‘Oh, Souta, you’re so sweet… If you say that, I want to spoil you even more and more…!’”
“‘You can spoil me. It feels good here, doesn’t it? Here!’”
“‘Gwauu!? Awwuu… I’m not sure what to do. Ohhh… Yes, there it is. I like it there! It feels so good, Souta…!’”

…

……
…………Sigh.

It’s like, I thought I would support him, but when I hear this, it’s really hard for us as a family. It’s incredibly hard.

You know, I think Souta Nii-chan is an unconscious douchebag.
If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t let her younger brother hear his sister’s voice like this when the brother was moved by their reunion, right?
I’m feeling really awkward by myself right now, you know?
Please help by being more considerate of my feelings, please.

“‘Good girl. You’re finally being honest with me, aren’t you? Here’s your reward! I’ll be more gentle with you. Come on, come on!’”
“‘Nyaaahhhh!?’”
“‘Oh? What’s the matter? Did you suddenly turn into a kitten?’”
“‘I don’t know. I don’t know. It feels so good, I don’t know what’s going on. Nya, nyan!?’”

…I wonder if this counts as make-up ecchi.

Isn’t this something that a junior high school student should be listening to?
And it’s not something her brother should be listening to, is it?

Ah, but wait. This may not be the case.
Considering the situation Brother Souta was talking about… It’s not a make-up ecchi, it’s more like a make-up ear cleaning. Yeah, I don’t know what I’m saying at all.

“‘Hahaha! This is my ear cleaning technique that I’ve developed in many videos! I can feel it, I can feel it… the ear cleaning gods love me now! It’s the best I’ve ever had!’”

Ah, I knew it was ear cleaning.
Souta Nii-chan, your personality changes when it comes to massage or ear cleaning… honestly, it was scary sometimes.

Well, it’s okay…it’s great that he was able to make up for ear cleaning, and I feel like I’m getting a lot of training from listening to them make out for a year and a half.

Mainly training my mental, mental, mental, and mental.
In the beginning, I too was shocked when my sister stopped coming out of her room.
But before I knew it, I learned to accept it. I’ve become stronger.

I think this was the scary part of Souta’s unconscious S mode. Not only does he inflict damage, but before you know it, he’s training his opponents properly, which is very brotherly for him to do that as well.

“‘Ahhhhhh! I can’t do this anymore, I can’t be so stubborn! I’d rather be pampered by Souta after all. I’m so happy right now…’”

…Well, it’s extremely annoying.

I sighed and went to the window.
I stared at the sunset with dead eyes, listening to my sister’s heart-rending voice.

My beloved Onee-chan.
My respected Souta Nii-chan.

I know I’m not supposed to say this to two people I care about, but I can’t help but complain.

“…Really, why don’t you two just get married?”

On the evening of my second year of junior high school, I felt a little melancholic.