In that case… the only option left is to take the indirect approach!
As long as Nanaka-nee and Chisa-nee start hating her brother, he won't be able to stay in this house anymore!
Although this might be a little unfriendly to her brother… so what?! Who cares about him!
So how do you make Iori hated?
Heh… for someone like her, the great Zhuge Shiori, that's way too easy!
After all, her idiot brother's room is full of treasure. Especially under his bed—those piles of pervy magazines are truly an eyesore!
There's no way any girl could tolerate a guy hiding that kind of stuff in their house, right?
As for Kamishiro Shiro before?
Emmm, that guy is a complete bug in the system. Even Shiori has to admit that while he's a scumbag, he does have a talent for charming girls—her own brother is way behind in that area.
So there's no way her brother will get away with it like Kamishiro did!
Shiori teleported instantly to her bag.
Sorry, big bro! You and your pervy magazines can go to—
…Eh?
Wait a second?
Where are the pervy magazines?!
"Mmm, this photo book by Mikami-sensei is really something. Shame I heard she's retiring."
"WHAT?! Mikami-sensei is retiring?!"
Iori completely froze. This news hit him like a bombshell—on par with hearing that bastard Yamamoto had found a girlfriend!
"Yeah, saw it on Twitter earlier. A real shame."
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! My Mikami-sensei! No wait… where did you get that magazine?!"
Only then did Iori come back to his senses—why was Kamishiro Shiro suddenly holding one of his pervy magazines? And why did it look so familiar?!
"Oh, I found it earlier in Shiori's bag. Probably yours, right? Gotta say, you're really into boobs, huh?"
"Bastard! How can you just take someone else's magazine like that?! Give it back! I want to see my Mikami-sensei one more time (*꒦ິД꒦ີ)"
"Here, take it, take it. I still prefer videos, anyway.
Eh?
Shiori, why are you here?"
Kamishiro looked confused at the sight of Shiori. If he remembered correctly, she had been eating at the far end of the table just a moment ago.
PAH!
Shiori gently placed her hand on Kamishiro's arm, with a soft smile on her face—one Kamishiro had never seen before.
Click!
"Kamishiro-nii, next time, don't go digging through a girl's bag, okay~?"
Σ(っ °Д °;)っ
W-WHAT THE HELL?!?!
Right Arm-nii! Right Arm-nii!!
Why can't I feel you anymore?!
Kamishiro stared in horror at his right arm. It had been fine a second ago, and now it was hanging limp like a wet noodle!
Then he looked back at Shiori—that was the smile of a demon. He could already see the gates of hell opening before him!
"(╥_╥) I was wrong!"
"Mmhmm~"
Shiori kept her gentle smile—yet made no move to help him reattach his arm. Clearly, her mind was already elsewhere.
She glanced back at the dining table, her heart filled with confusion.
Why…?
Why did nothing happen?!
Couldn't Nanaka-nee and Chisa-nee see that pervert looking at a porn magazine?!
What kind of lives had they lived to be this unfazed?!
Of course, not everyone ignored it. Uncle Kotegawa, ever the righteous man, was now staring seriously at Iori.
"Iori, books like these should be stored properly."
Uncle!!
Shiori was thrilled—surely, as a father, he would never allow someone who reads that kind of thing to stay in the house!
"Otherwise, they'll just be taken away by those guys in the club. And besides, it's breakfast time."
(*꒦ິД꒦ີ)
"But Uncle, Mikami-sensei is retiring!"
"I understand. When Aoi-sensei retired, I felt the same way. But… a real man should hold his head high!"
"…?!"
Since when did being a man have anything to do with adult video stars?! And if it's breakfast time, stop talking about this stuff!!
CRACK!
Kamishiro's freshly reattached Right Arm-nii popped out again…
"AAAAAHHHHH RIGHT ARM-CHAAAAN!"
(╥_╥)
Why is my Right Arm-chan always the victim of their nonsense…?
…
After letting out her frustration, Shiori gradually calmed down. Though the plan had failed, this was not enough to stop her, Zhuge Shiori!
She had already come up with another brilliant idea!
She even pinpointed the reason the previous attempt failed—her brother is just too much of a pervert. No matter what he does, Nanaka-nee and the others won't even bat an eye anymore.
In that case…
She'd start with herself!
They hadn't seen her in a while, and her brother wasn't the type to talk about her much.
So all she had to do… was act like a hardcore brocon! That'd definitely make everyone feel disgusted!
Sure, it might mean she'd be hated too… but for the sake of her future happiness, that was a price worth paying!
SPLASH!
As if guided by fate, the glass in front of Iori suddenly tipped over.
Iori, who had been peacefully eating, was suddenly soaked in icy water—right down to his bones.
Shiori knew—this was her chance!
"Are you okay, Onii-chan~?"
She rushed forward with a handkerchief, anxiously dabbing at his collar, practically pressing her whole body onto him.
"Oh no, should we go take a bath?"
Emmmm…
Iori looked down at his soaked clothes—completely unwearable. And it had been ice water…
After thinking for a moment, he didn't reject the suggestion. "Well, I suppose I'll take you up on that."
!!!
Fate! This is destiny!
Shiori had already envisioned her finishing move!
With a dazzling smile, she declared, "In that case, I'll come too, Onii-chan. I'll scrub your back for you~"
"Oh, sure."
"…?!"
At that moment, the air froze.
Shiori turned her head slowly, mechanically, in disbelief. That "Oh, sure" just now—did that come from Nanaka-nee?!
Did she… actually agree?!
Shouldn't she have been horrified?! Disgusted even?!
That's what normal people would feel, right?!
At least someone should've objected!!
And then…
She saw Iori's expression full of disgust… and Kamishiro's pitiful eyes silently begging her to stop…
(?_? )
Why do you two even matter?! Your opinions are irrelevant!
Her goal was for her brother to be hated and kicked out of the house! Even if he's the target, his feelings don't matter!
Let alone Kamishiro! Why are you even chiming in?!
"Don't do it, Shiori! Even if you're real siblings, this goes against social norms!
But if it's someone like me, a non-blood-related older brother, then there's no problem!"
"…I could hear your scheming all the way from your thoughts, you creep! That's seriously messed up!"
"Still better than you two real siblings!"
"Hah? When did I say I wanted Shiori to scrub my back?! I'm totally grossed out!"
(?ò?ó)
Sometimes Shiori really wanted to just put the two of them down like diseased animals.
As for Nanaka-nee, she had long since lost interest in the situation. Shiori's words had given her an idea—her eyes sparkled as she rushed off to snuggle her little sister.
"Chi-chan, this is a rare chance—let's bathe together~"
"It'll be cramped, no!"
"But your big sis is so lonely~"
"…I think sometimes your physical affection is a bit too much."
"..."
Shiori watched the scene silently. She now understood why Nanaka-nee wasn't disgusted—
She was a total siscon.
"Hah… come on, Shiori, let's go take a bath."
Having successfully suppressed Iori, Kamishiro strode toward Shiori with a grin, looking like a victorious Roman gladiator.
Shiori stared at him stiffly.
How can someone have skin this thick?!
It's like the whole channel just switched from family drama to a true crime show!
"Unforgivable!"
Suddenly—Shiori's hero kicked the door open!
A huge golden retriever burst in with the heart of a knight determined to protect his princess!
And with one swift motion—
He launched Kamishiro into the air!
"Where did you pop out from?!"
Kouhei's sudden appearance gave Iori a huge fright—he thought this guy had already been thrown in jail.
And more importantly… why could this bastard hear their conversation from the entrance? A new superpower?
Kouhei didn't pay any attention to Iori. He instantly appeared in front of Shiori and handed over a limited-edition Rarako plush toy.
"That was really dangerous just now, but it's all fine now."
"Eh? What are you talking about?"
Shiori took the Rarako plush with a puzzled expression. Things were developing in a way she didn't quite understand.
"Basically, you should take better care of yourself. Those two are famous perverts."
"…I'd say you're the biggest pervert here."
Kamishiro Shiro groaned as he got up, having just been kicked in the kidney. "Wait, don't tell me you went back just to get that plush?"
"Of course! Shiori is my kindred spirit!"
"..."
Does this guy have zero emotional intelligence? Shiroi was just being polite when she said that!
Even though she didn't really get what was going on, Shiroi looked at Kouhei and still accepted the plush. She had the feeling that if she didn't, this guy would be heartbroken for a long time—and might even cry secretly alone.
"Um, if I remember correctly, you're Imamura-senpai, right?"
"Haha, nope, not quite."
"Eh?"
Shiroi was surprised. She could've sworn it was Imamura-senpai. Had her idiot brother's stupidity rubbed off on her?
"Sorry, my bad memory—I must've gotten your name wrong."
"No, no, you just called me the wrong thing. Think again~"
"Ahaha… let me think." Shiroi laughed awkwardly. She was starting to realize what this blonde guy wanted her to call him. Just as Kamishiro had said—definitely a major pervert.
"Imamura-senpai who eats bugs as his main course?"
!!!
"You bastard! What kind of nonsense have you been feeding her?!"
Without even thinking, Kouhei knew exactly who had spread such slander.
He immediately grabbed a bat and charged at Iori!
Damn it, he had clearly passed out yesterday—so why was this scumbag still out here tarnishing his name?!
"Things are getting lively."
"As expected, Shiroi 's quite popular~"
The two sisters commented as they cleaned up the dishes. Thankfully, Kouhei didn't know that Kamishiro Shiro had turned down the breakfast Shiroi made just for him. Otherwise, things might've gotten even livelier~
Pfft~
The scent of malt wafted in the air.
Kamishiro Shiro, who hadn't joined in the chaos, was leisurely enjoying his beer.
Then he turned to the dazed Shiroi and said, "Wanna go diving?"
"What?"
Shiroi was fiddling with the Rarako plush and didn't quite register his words.
"I said, how about trying diving later?"
"Diving… I don't think so."
Shiroi shrank her neck slightly. It's not that she disliked the sea, but if she agreed, wouldn't it give her brother the wrong impression that she supported his hobbies? That would just make him even more unwilling to go back home!
Yeah… better to refuse—
Pat~
A big hand landed on Shiroi 's head and ruffled her hair. Kamishiro Shiro's gentle voice whispered by her ear, "Don't overthink things. If you think too much at this age, you'll turn into a granny~"
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