Chapters 108, 109, and 110: Yuigahama High Definition Uncensored

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Holy Mediator walked out from the kitchen carrying the dishes. She glanced faintly at Himekoji.

“You’re not a child anymore. Wash your own dishes.”

She flat out refused?!

That couldn’t happen! Option failure meant game over!

“Sis, please? Ju-just this once?”

Damn it. As soon as he spoke, Himekoji himself felt disgusted…

Was he freaking squatting ?

What The Fu♂ck?!

Whatever, he was using Rikka’s body anyway.

Himekoji steeled his heart and decided to go all-in with the ‘doting little sister’ tactic—

He raised a soft, pink fist and lightly tapped his own little head. Then, tilting his cheek to one side, he blinked cutely and stuck out his tongue.

Ugh—

Himekoji struggled against the discomfort in his stomach.

Holy Mediator seemed stunned for a moment. It took her a while to react. She hurriedly looked away and spoke, sounding a little awkward and stiff:

“So, what strange toy do you want to buy now? Hmm? Didn’t I just buy you that night-vision device a few days ago?”

Holy crap, so acting cute meant wanting to buy stuff?

What kind of image did Rikka usually project to her sister?

Himekoji couldn’t help thinking that.

Yet he didn’t know—Rikka never acted cute with her sister.

“N-no! Nothing! I don’t want anything,” Himekoji denied, waving his hands dismissively, and making up an excuse on the spot,

“I… I just learned a little massage technique… S-so… I wanted to help Sis out… when we take a bath together…”

“Hmm?”

Holy Mediator’s head snapped around to face him. She stared at him, blankly.

There was absolutely no expression on her face, but her gaze, cold and sudden, moved Himekoji… or rather, pricked him…

Why, you ask?

Probably… because they both loved their little sister.

So, that feeling could be seen through at a glance.

Rikka… had to be a… lackluster Imouto.

For no clear reason, that thought crossed Himekoji’s mind.

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Being the sister of someone with acute Chuunibyou must have been really exhausting.

That much was obvious just from the room’s decorations—a bunch of Gothic props, Chuunibyou gear, otaku figurines. Just from the money standpoint alone, the sister was practically indulging her.

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“F-fine then. Let’s bathe together.”

Holy Mediator didn’t seem very good at showing her feelings. That slightly stoic, icy face would probably look much nicer if she smiled.

“Yeah!”

Himekoji nodded heavily, smiling brightly.

He tried to put more warmth and enthusiasm into his tone and expression. To respond more warmly.

Someone who loved their little sister couldn’t be a bad person!

Himekoji couldn’t help feeling a sense of closeness towards this neighbourhood’s onee-san (older sister).

“I’ll go run the water!”

Himekoji even sounded a bit impatient.

“Eat your dinner first.”

Holy Mediator shook her head and said.

“Oh! R-right!”

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Dinner was lavish. It might have been the most satisfying meal Himekoji had eaten at ‘home’ in seven years.

Even if this home was Takanashi’s house.

Looking at the laden table, Himekoji suddenly felt like he didn’t know where to start. He held his chopsticks, frozen for a moment.

He usually lived alone. He’d either make instant noodles or order takeout. At best, he just quickly fried some random dish to get it over with.

This feeling… the feeling of home, of eating meals with family… it had been so long…

“What’s wrong? Doesn’t the food taste good today?”

Holy Mediator frowned faintly and asked softly.

Her concern was there, but it was hidden behind a calm tone, hard to notice.

“No!”

Himekoji shook his head, shaking it hard,

“It’s… it’s that every dish is too amazing! Like… like I don’t even know where to begin eating!”

“Eh… i-is that so?”

After hearing that, Holy Mediator suddenly seemed flustered. She touched the back of her neck. Then, her gaze shifted awkwardly to the side.

“A first…”

Her voice was very soft, like it slipped through her lips.

“Hmm?”

“Ah, it’s nothing! Eat, eat!”

“Yeah.”

Himekoji had actually heard it, of course he heard.

She said “first.” So, was it the first time her ‘Imouto’ recognized and praised her?

But how unfortunate. The Imouto before her right now… was actually fake.

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Sigh.

Takanashi Rikka really was too selfish.

Once again, that thought ran through Himekoji’s mind.

“Delicious! Yummy!”

No flattery here, Himekoji stuffed his mouth full of food.

No wonder Rikka nicknamed her sister “Holy Mediator”.

So, is her job a chef?

“Slow down.”

Holy Mediator tapped on the table as a reminder.

“Mmm… mmm… mm-hmm!”

Himekoji agreed, but only half-heartedly. His mouth was so stuffed he could only mumble the reply.

His lips were greasy with oil.

Holy Mediator shook her head, wanting to laugh but holding it back. She leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and muttered quietly, “Rikka, how come you’ve become like a different person…”

After the meal, Himekoji rushed to clear the dishes. Just this tiny, unimportant thing once again made Holy Mediator freeze in surprise.

He pushed her into the bathroom, and only then did she snap out of it. Suddenly, she got shy.

Though this cool, mature type usually only showed shyness by her face turning slightly red, in cuteness, she didn’t lose at all to a little girl!

No, in some ways, she was even better!

“Hey, it’s been years since we last bathed together. Now you suddenly say you want to bathe together… maybe I should just forget it!”

Holy Mediator was already trying to back out.

“You can’t just change your mind now!”

Himekoji wasn’t about to let her escape.

The difference between doing this or not was a matter of life and death.

“Sister, take off your clothes.”

Himekoji urged her.

“Can’t… can’t we wash with our clothes on?”

“Huh?”

Himekoji was frozen by her question.

Well… the task didn’t really say it had to be strict.

“Maybe that’s okay,” he thought.

“[No!]”

A familiar System alert sound.

“Darn it! I got proven wrong right away?”

“No way, how could that be okay?” Himekoji had to take back his earlier words.

“Is that so?”

Holy Mediator’s face stayed blank. Even though her cheeks were flushed red, Himekoji wanted to believe it was just the steam from the hot water.

Because she was his sister—a sister who had to keep her authority in front of her Imouto.

So, even if she was blank-faced like an ice statue, or seemed cold, strict, not gentle or kind… all of that was only because—

She was his sister.

A sister who loved her Imouto.

This feeling was exactly the same as Himekoji’s.

Though their time together was short, and he didn’t understand her much, Himekoji felt he could know her thoughts.

Because they were the same sort of person!

They both loved their Imouto.

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Nobody who loves their sister can be a bad person!