Chapter 286: The Pigs He’s Gotten Tired of Eating and Thrown Away

But, even though his heart was exhausted, the explaining had to continue.

The misunderstanding had to be cleared up!

This was about a man’s dignity!

“Akiko, what are you talking about? Onii-chan isn’t sick!”

“You’re still saying that! Onii-chan… Onii-chan clearly isn’t able anymore!”

As if to prove her point about the “isn’t able,” Akiko wriggled her little bottom, grinding down hard against him.

Indeed, there was no reaction at all.

If it were like usual, Onii-chan would have been rock hard lifting her up by now!

“No… nonsense!”

Himekoji flushed with shame and anger,

“If someone could get… get that way just from being rubbed by a young girl’s bottom as small and unripe as a flower bud, that would be the one who’s really sick!”

“Hmph! So you’re saying Onii-chan was sick all this time, and now you’re finally healed?”

Akiko wasn’t easily fooled.

Damn, it was really hard to trick this girl!

“Before… before…”

Himekoji stammered, sweating buckets, scrambling for an excuse.

Suddenly, a plan sparked in his mind!

“That was then, this is now! Time changes people, of course. The me now isn’t the brother you thought I was. Before, I was just hiding my true self and pretending to be a siscon to trick a dummy like you! But it’s different now! A brat with the smell of milk barely dried like you just can’t satisfy me! So, get off me right now!”

Hearing “isn’t able, isn’t able” over and over, any man with even a sliver of pride would feel uncomfortable, let alone Himekoji, who seemed calm but was actually quite arrogant deep down.

He deliberately wanted to anger his imouto.

“Huh?”

Imouto seemed stunned.

Good, not a bad reaction. Himekoji was satisfied inside.

But maybe he could push it further.

It might even help cure his imouto of that incurable disease called “Brother Complex.”

Himekoji reconsidered, thought it was possible, and so he turned it up a notch—

“Let me be straight with you! I’ve completely lost interest in German orthopedics now. I long ago started to find the whole imouto role boring. If you insist so much, playing with a brat like you isn’t impossible, but I’ll warn you first! For a target who bores me to death like you, once I’ve eaten my fill and cleaned the plate, I’ll kick you away for sure! So, if you don’t want to be cast aside like a disposable item, get lost right now!”

Himekoji was getting deeper into his role. As he got more excited, his voice rose sharply,

“To tell you the truth, those girls outside, they’re all pigs I’ve gotten tired of eating and thrown away! The only reason your upright and grand Older Brother is called a pervert is purely those pigs seeking revenge out of resentment…”

Wow, this felt amazing!

Himekoji got more passionate as he spoke, with no intention of stopping. His eyes danced, and spit flew as he talked wildly.

…

[Ding!]

[Loudspeaker effect activated!]

Himekoji’s booming voice pierced clearly through the wooden door panel, carrying every word without missing a single syllable into the ears of the “pigs” outside.

…

“Crrrunch.”

Yukinoshita, grinding her teeth and clenching her fists, made her knuckles crack.

“He might as well have been blown up! Pervert!”

Her voice was like an ice pick, sharp, carrying threads of bone-chilling cold. The girls pressed against the door listening felt an involuntary shiver.

“He needs discipline.”

Yukinoshita was about to storm in, but just in the nick of time, Yuigahama grabbed her arm.

“Yukino-chan, please follow the rules.”

“Hmm?”

That alone wouldn’t stop Yukinoshita.

It wasn’t reason enough.

She wasn’t that invested in this contest to begin with; it was just Kasumigaoka’s provocation that made her foolishly agree.

Compared to the clownish contest rules, Yukinoshita’s own rules were far more important.

And one of her rules was—

Those who speak insolently must be severely disciplined!

“Please? It’s only two minutes left anyway. After Akiko, isn’t it Yukino-chan’s turn?”

Yuigahama clung to Yukinoshita’s arm, who was burning with rage, and pleaded.

“Haa—… Fine then.”

Yuigahama worked wonders. Yukinoshita’s furious tone instantly softened.

This alone showed the legendary doting – even bordering on spoiling – Yukinoshita had for Yuigahama was no exaggeration.

…

“All pigs he’s gotten tired of eating and thrown away… Gotten tired of?! Gotten tired?! Does that mean, besides me… Eek! Why am I the only one who hasn’t?!”

Suddenly thinking of something, Eriri, who had her ears pressed intently against the door, became restless.

“Huh? Your focus sure is weird.”

Kasumigaoka, beside her, couldn’t help teasing.

Hearing the reply, Eriri instantly straightened up,

“Have you guys… has that pervert already… done it with you?!”

As she spoke, Eriri stood on tiptoes, glaring fiercely at Kasumigaoka.

Though the girl tried to increase her intimidation with the pose, certain parts of her that hadn’t quite bloomed remained a hindrance.

The words “intimidating presence” for her seemed to only contain “intent,” utterly lacking “presence.”

However, putting aside these flaws, her radiant golden hair, shimmering as her head moved lightly under the light, was strikingly beautiful.

“You guess.”

“So… so you did! Is that why I’m the only one lagging behind?!”

Eriri stamped her foot hard, overwhelmed by bitter frustration.

“No, the biggest reason is probably just your slower growth.”

Kasumigaoka, with her Yamato Nadeshiko-like gentle face, gave a faint glance at Eriri’s slender figure, delivering a timely finishing blow.

“So big means everything?!”

Eriri trembled, obviously hitting a sore spot.

“Hmm, well, actually small isn’t so bad either.”

On one side, a tight, streamlined outline stretching to its limit without excess.

On the other, a voluptuous curve brimming with ample softness.

These two today, unsurprisingly, got along wonderfully. How splendid.

“Kasumigaoka!”

Eriri gnashed her teeth.

“What?”

Kasumigaoka responded calmly.

“Enough! Please keep quiet in the hospital corridor!”

Yukinoshita cut in coldly, arms crossed, her face stern.

Utterly ridiculous!

To brazenly discuss size in front of her!

Off with their heads!

…

Finally stopping after his long rant, his mouth dry and throat parched, Himekoji felt deeply satisfied.

Well? Surely Akiko was scared now and would never have a Brother Complex again, right?

“So… so cool! Onii-chan!”

“Huh?”

Wait! Did Akiko just say… say he was cool?

“Gentle Onii-chan is nice too, but a Sadistic Onii-chan has a distinctly different charm!”

Akiko’s face was flushed, her eyes shining like little stars as she looked at Himekoji,

“This day has finally come! My wooden-headed Onii-chan who ignored confessions has awakened in this field at last!”

Akiko clenched her fists excitedly,

“Since Onii-chan became a Sadist, I’ll become a Masochist to match Onii-chan!”

“Hurray!”

Riding on Himekoji, Akiko cheered joyfully.

Himekoji stayed silent, dark lines seeming to cover his forehead.

Hmph. I don’t have a sister like this.

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