Vol 1 Chapter 3 (1/2)
VOLUME 1
Chapter 3: The Eldest Sister, Tsurugi
d.a.m.n oniichan…
Suddenly feeling empty and not being able to bear it anymore, I took off the “Oniichan Surveillance Tool” I was wearing on my head.
My hair was standing on end from the static electricity, and I fixed it with a comb. I let out a groan.
It was Valentine’s Day too…
I had to work up a lot of courage to do that too…
And he gave it to Tama.
“Oniichan should just go and die…”
Feeling the unpleasant sensation of tears beginning to blur my vision, I stood up and began to walk unsteadily.
I really, really wanted to find my brother and hurl all my complaints at him.
“Alright…”
I decided on the n.o.ble plan of going to where my brother was and punching him. I took out my school uniform from my wall closet.
I sloppily took off my pajamas, and I started to put on my uniform, a bit uneasy at how unfamiliar the outfit felt.
Ah, I’ll probably be alright…
It felt like today I could at least make it to school, fueled by all this anger.
“I’m going to punch oniichan’s lights out…”
Nodding eagerly, I opened the door.
Ohh, this is pretty easy.
I walked down the hallway.
This was no sweat.
I began to go down the stairs.
The soles of my foot felt pretty sticky.
Was I stepping in gum? Oh my, my head was feeling a bit light…
It was probably my imagination.
I’ll be fine today. I’ll be fine…
“Ugh……”
I wobbled and sunk to the floor, in the midst of a world flickering bright red around me.
“Ghwaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh.”
I vomited.
“………”
Ah, I was sleeping.
I woke up in my own room and gave a nice, long stretch.
I sure slept for a while…
From what I could remember, I tried to go to school, found out I couldn’t, vomited… then I went back to my room, collapsed onto my bed in my uniform, and went to sleep.
“I really thought I would be okay too…”
Oniichan, I guess I really am hopeless.
It was scary.
The outside world was scary.
It gave me the creaks.
It nauseated me.
How could everyone just so cheerfully go on living in a world as uncertain and vague as that?
“…. Nn…”
I opened the small refrigerator I had in my room, took out some mineral water, and rinsed my mouth with it.
Feeling a bit more calm, I returned to my little garden surrounded by computers, where I found the leftover sandwiches that my brother had left behind.
While I ate the sandwiches, I lifted the “Oniichan Surveillance Tool” up and put it on my head. Alright, I stopped watching for a while. I hope he didn’t get caught up in something stupid while I was away…
Hiyoko: If it’s oniichan… I’m fine with it ♥.
I nodded at Hiyoko as she blushed, and I stripped her of her maid outfit.
Me: Hiyoko, Hiyoko!!
Hiyoko: Ahh, oniichaaaaaann~~~!! I loooove you~~ ♥♥♥!!
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What the h.e.l.l was this?!??!?!
Of course I had no choice but to spew both the sandwich and mineral water out from my mouth.
Konohana Sakuya Academy was an incredibly average high school situated in the middle of Amenonuboko. Just as the name might suggest, the school was famous for the roadside row of splendid sakura trees that graced the school grounds (it was still February though, so the sakura had not blossomed yet). (1)
My brother was a teacher at that school, and one of his coworkers was the eldest Yagami sister, Yagami Tsurugi.
From her appearance, you would think she was a child.
The youngest sister Tama also had a height and s.e.x appeal that didn’t match her age, but the eldest sister Tsurugi went the opposite way.
She was thirty-one (that’s what she claimed at least).
But despite that, she looked like she was in the lower grades in elementary school.
Her desk was right in the corner of the staff room, right next to the neat and orderly desk of my brother.
“Tsurugi-sensei.”
My brother’s unsteady voice echoed through the Konohana Sakuya Academy staff room.
“Please refrain from playing eroge so confidently in the school staff room.” (2)
Tsurugi was wearing plain clothes, sitting lazily in her chair Indian style, and clicking on her mouse.
There were headphones attached to her ears, and she was s.e.xually a.s.saulting the little sister that was showing on the screen.
“Tsurugi-sensei~~.”
My brother didn’t seem discouraged at being ignored. He seemed to come to the conclusion that she couldn’t hear him because she had headphones on, and began to write with a permanent marker in a college-ruled notebook.
Tsurugi-sensei, I don’t think eroge is appropriate for the staff room.
Tsurugi took a quick glance at the writing, s.n.a.t.c.hed the notebook from my brother, and then wrote out her response with a red pen.
Shut up. Go die. (^o^)