Soen na Osananajimi to Isekai de wa Kekkon Shite Iru Yume wo Mita ga, Sorekara Osananajimi no Yousu ga Okashii ndaga

Leaving No Stone Unturned (Smile)

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　However, by the time we realized it was a second trap, it was already too late.

 

Don Don Don!

 

　Suddenly a heavy knock sounded from the door and we jolted up.

 

“Hey onii-chan! What are you yelling about so early on a Sunday morning!!”

 

　We were so angry that we completely forgot that the room next door was my little sister's room, who is in the third grade this year…
There is no such thing as soundproofing, so it's only natural that she can hear it.

 

“W-W-W-What should I do!? This is bad, right, if that girl sees this situation…
“

“I-It's not even close!!”

 

　If it was just the two of us in the room, it wouldn't be a problem.

　It was early in the morning, but it was already bright, and if she looked like “I had just arrived”, as if she wanted to hang out with me once in a while…

　However, Suzu-nee wicked prank left me na*ked on top and Amane in just her under*wear with only her blouse on…
Two people dressed like this early in the morning would be a shocking scene with no excuse for anyone to see them.

　If we have a little time, there's no way to lend her my pants, at worst…

 

“Hey !? Are you listening, onii-chan!”

 

　KERCHAK ……

 

“”!!!???””

 

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　The sound of a doorknob being turned mercilessly…
By the way, there is no lock in my room!!

　There is nothing more that can be done! In a few seconds, my little sister will come into my room!!

 

“Namusan!!” (TLN: It's used to request salvation in a moment of danger)

“Eh! Ueh!?”

 

　I braced myself and dove into bed.

 

 

 

 

 

“What……
are you still sleeping? Then what was all that shouting earlier…”

“…
A-Aah…
I think I had some kind of terrible dream.”

 

　At my words, my younger sister, Amachi Yumeka, looks blatantly dumbfounded and shakes her trademark short twin-tail hair.

 

“Dream ~? What, you had a scary dream? how old you are, good grief…”

“Leave me alone ……
you can have scary dreams no matter how old you are.”

 

　In fact, I think the dream I had yesterday was quite scary, if I think about it calmly.

　As I said this and gave my sister an annoyed, quick get out of here look, she looked at me, and this time she looked suspicious.

 

“? Onii-chan did you have a hug pillow? The bedding is a little too puffy.”

“…………!?”

 

　Twitch………… The “hug pillow” I was holding with only my face sticking out of the futon made a small jolt.

 

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“L-Lately I've been sleeping better when I have something to hold.
I've been rolling up my extra futon and using it as a pillow.”

“…Hmm”

 

　It was a spur-of-the-moment lie, but I think it was a fine play on my part.

　If I were to say something like, “I bought this recently,” she would say, “Oh, show me,” and there would be no escape!

　I can't let people see this hug pillow!!

 

“…………”

 

　Amane, who has become a hug pillow ……
understands this and tries to keep her breath steady as much as possible.

　……
The body temperature in the futon is getting all sorts of crazy, though.

　By the way, we are both on our stomachs with Amane on the bottom, but upside down and opposite to each other…
As a result of panicking and getting under the covers, we found ourselves in this unusual situation.

 

“…
Well, okay.
By the way, onii-chan, I have something to ask.”

“What is it?”

 

　My sister seemed to have lost interest in the pillow as I explained it and switched the subject.

　……
I want you to get out quickly, though.

 

“Is it true that the neighbor, Amane-san and onii-chan used to be close friends?”

“Eh?”

 

　Twitch…
The hug pillow is jolted again.

　Calm down! Just because the topic has come up doesn't mean it has been exposed!!

 

“Mom says you used to play together all the time…
which is hard to believe now.”

“H-Hmm…
well, right”

 

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　It can't be helped, my parents know about our old days, but since my sister, who is three years younger than me, and Amane and I have been estranged for some time since she can remember, she doesn't know about the times we used to play together.

　To Yumeka, Amane is more like a high-grade young lady with excellent grades, athletic ability, and good style.

　……
Now if me and Amane hadn't been estranged until now, it would be a lot different.

 

“Somehow, looking at onii-chan and Amane-san now, I can't believe it at all, but…
Well, it was when you were little.
It's natural for boys and girls to stop playing together…
Do you know? Amane-san, it's rumored that she has a boyfriend…
“

 

　Rumor…
Is that about the playboy?

　That guy ……
spread rumors all the way to middle school ……
What a useless ability to spread information, it's like a virus.

　But I know from her that it's a nasty lie, so I don't have any particular thoughts about it…
It pisses me off, though.

　But for Yumeka, it was surprising that I was unresponsive.

 

“Doesn't it bother you? Heard Amane-san has a boyfriend.”

“Not really…
unconfirmed rumors, right?”

 

　When I cut her off, she let out a sigh and I wondered how she had taken it.

 

“Pathetic…
Just talking about your desires won't get anything done.
That's why you'll never get a girlfriend, onii-chan…”

“…Shut up”

 

　Apparently, because she didn't want to believe it, she decided that my desire was wishful thinking.

　Honestly, if it weren't for the “Dream Book”, that might have been the case…

 

“Even though Amane-san, who has a reputation as a high-grade onee-sama in our middle school, is your childhood friend, you can't make use of this privilege at all.
That's why you can't even get close to her again after you've grown apart…
“

“…………”

 

　I'm sorry my little sister…
Maybe you're worried about me…
Far from getting close to her, but now she's a hug pillow…

 

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“I know it.
At the town event the other day, you kept looking at Amane-san's legs while she was helping out, right?”

“Bufo!?”

“!?”

 

　My sister gives me a stare look as I gush while holding my hug pillow, which agitates me three times.

 

“…Amane-san was wearing light clothes and shorts that day, and all you could do was look at her legs, didn't you? Most boys would have their eyes on her bre*ast or butt*ocks, but ……
this leg fetish.”

“W-W-W-W-W-W-Wha!?”

“…………”

 

　Why that fact!?

　I never told anyone about it, let alone my friends, and I was going to take it to my grave!?

　I was struck by the power of my sister's eyes.

 

“No matter how attractive Amane-san's legs are, you can't even touch them forever if you just look at them…
you wimp”

“…………”

 

　While saying that, my sister quietly closed the door and left.

　I've been holding her arms instead of touching them, not knowing that there are legs in question…

 

“…………”

“…………Hey”

 

　And when my sister was gone and I was unable to move for a while ……
I heard voices coming from inside the futon.

 

“…
You had a leg fetish?”

 

　…… Dear Sister …… Please tell this wimp brother.

　What is the right way to answer this??