Vol 1 Chapter 8.2 (1/2)

Having returned to my bed after putting Sharte to sleep, I woke up after 1 hour.

Looking at my desk while lying on my bed, I happen to see Aizawa’s pink notebook. I took a look before I went to bed, around 20 strategy plans to prevent the club’s abolishment were written down there. Moreover it’s packed with cute pictures drawn by hand using colorful pens.

While I had given up, I knew that Aizawa wrote something in this note in the clubroom. But this many, perhaps unless she also did that at home, I’m sure that this wouldn’t be completed.

「Ku……」

To stand out and speak in front of all students is scary. To become s.h.i.+nonome’s is scary. But I want to help Aizawa…… Jaa, as expected I have no choice but to confront s.h.i.+nonome?

But there’s no way that I can match that fellow. The very clearheaded s.h.i.+nonome is one or even two times more skillful than me. [11]

The matter this time is that s.h.i.+nonome wants to obtain me by any means, she must have used a boy who is doing whatever she said to follow Aizawa, I’m sure he took the picture at that decisive moment. Undoubtedly in Ten-nee’s case, I’m sure that the gaze I felt at that time before the audiovisual room was also of a man under her control. She grasped my weakness that Aizawa was an indispensable club member, and finally intended to threaten me…… Getting along well with Aizawa, everything must be an act in order to obtain me.

I’m thinking of a way to help Aizawa with my head only half awake. But nothing good come to mind.

I think of calming down by drinking hot milk first, and am about to get up but,

「A, are? My body, can’t move……」

Maybe because I was thinking the whole time , until now do I realize that something got on my stomach.

I quietly turn the futon over.

「Aa, Nii-saa〜n♪」

and quietly pull the futon back.

I think it’s surely because I’m half awake, I rub my eyes and once again turn the futon over.

「Kunkun……aa, as expected just sniffing Nii-san’s smell is unbearable♪」(Kunkun = sniff-sniff)

Wearing a white s.h.i.+rt, a silver-haired beautiful girl is *surisuri* rubbing her cheek against my chest. (すりすり = surisuri = rub-rub)

She who was always expressionless like ice is closing her eyes happily, heart marks seemingly scatter from her.

「Oi Sharte, what are you doing?」

「a」

Then, my imouto finally notices me, slowly sits up.

She immediately keeps up the usual expressionless face, her vacant eyes in which you can’t feel life twinkle.

「Nii-san. Just because your imouto do a night crawling, please do not have such a slovenly face」

「Night crawling and yet acting so self-important, what a girl!」 [12]

A few minutes later, I and Sharte lie down side-by-side on the same bed. Although such things like counting the stains on the ceiling don’t happen, because we slept together since we were small, rather than uncomfortable, there is a feeling of relief instead.

Then, to break the silence Sharte asks with a calm tone.

「Nii-san, recently your spirit (元気) seems strange, did something happen?」

「Uu……as expected, Sharte finds out, isn’t it?」

「Of course. I’m always besides Nii-san, right? I’m aware that recently nii-san doesn’t think about scenario game (シナリオゲー?) or nukige (抜きゲー), you are in the process of being in heat and are thinking of jumping immediately at the opposite s.e.x for ecchi thing. ……Nii-san, how about using me to let it out?」 [13]

「Why did it become like that!?」

I mean, while I was not here did she check my room?