In the end, neither of the two little sisters was sent away, which meant Miyazawa Yuu had to cook for two extra people today.
In the living room behind him, Iori and Kohei were still fighting intensely over saying bad things. The kitchen, separated by a bar counter, was quite quiet.
However, in Chisa's eyes, who was helping to cook, Yuu seemed a little too quiet. He wasn't even dodging the oil splattering from the pork cutlets!
Fortunately, this guy was abnormal; the hot oil couldn't even break his skin. If it were anyone else, it would take a couple of kilograms of burn cream to fix!
"..."
His eyes glazed over, Miyazawa Yuu stared blankly into the oil pan.
Although his hands were still skillfully coating and dropping the pork cutlets into the pan, his soul had already plunged into his memories—
"Yuu, little Rin's condition is very strange!"
"Strange?"
Rewind to half an hour ago. Kohei Imamura chose not to cling to the little sister he had finally found. Instead, he confronted Miyazawa Yuu very seriously.
"Mhm, simply put, little Rin is definitely not an oni-kon. She's merely overly reverent of Yuu, which is why she exhibits little-sister-fetish-like behavior!"
Holding up one finger, Kohei hesitated for two seconds and asked confusedly: "It's like... the idol effect?"
"Eh, what's wrong with that? Don't older brothers all hope to appear as righteous as possible in their little sisters' eyes?"
Speechlessly taking down the green peppers needed for dinner from the rack, Miyazawa Yuu dismissed Kohei's serious analysis.
After all, a conclusion drawn by a person without a little sister, based on Galgame experience, couldn't be very credible!
If this were a two-dimensional world, Kohei with his blonde hair would completely reign supreme, but unfortunately, there aren't that many strange emotional disputes in the three-dimensional world...
"Then is it okay if little Rin grows old alone?"
"Huh?"
Crossing his arms, Kohei Imamura's anxious expression and noticeably faster speaking speed showed he wasn't joking!
"Like I said, little Rin is very reverent of Yuu, so her standards will also be raised higher than Yuu's!"
"If someone appears who is not better than Yuu—no! Better than the Yuu she imagines—loneliness in old age will probably be her destined ending!"
...
"Loneliness in old age, huh..."
Returning to reality, Miyazawa Yuu looked at the ample amount of fried pork cutlets in the draining rack, stopped what he was doing, and took a deep breath. "That won't do!"
"What's wrong, Yuu?"
"Nothing, just talking to myself. Get ready to eat!"
"Mhm..."
She felt like she had just heard some kind of declaration of war, but seeing Yuu return to normal, Chisa Kotegawa didn't think much of it. She carried the finished pork cutlets to the dining table.
"I said, you two! Dinner is ready!"
"Eh? Can we eat now?"
With his cheeks stretched to the sides by Kohei, Iori Kitahara's speech was a bit slurred.
But as the saying goes, if you're not eager to eat, you have a mental problem. The two who were harming each other exchanged glances, tacitly let go of one another, and rushed to the sink to wash their hands and sit at the table.
The speed of their change in demeanor made Shiori Kitahara smile bitterly—to be honest, her older brother not only hadn't become smarter after going to university, but she felt like he had been adjusted to be a fool.
Seriously, if a creature who only knows how to sit down to eat and cheat on exams returns to the inn, can he really successfully inherit it?
And also... looking at little Rin, who was still in a state of self-doubt, she stood up, took the former's hands, and pulled her up from the sofa.
"Little Rin~ You should know this too, I have absolutely no feelings for that older brother!"
"Mhm..."
A sly yet cute smile blossomed on her small face. Shiori Kitahara blinked and reminded her: "Just listen to what that blonde big brother says, it has absolutely no credibility, right!"
"That... makes sense?"
Having doubts about the oni-kon persona she had secretly nurtured in her heart, Miyazawa Rin wasn't exactly devastated, but she was momentarily confused.
After hearing little Shiori's words, even though she knew it was meant to be comforting, she still felt a lot better.
"Let's go eat together!"
"Mhm, together... Pfft!"
Before she could finish her sentence, Shiori Kitahara had just turned her head and saw a shocking sight.
Miyazawa Yuu was currently charging out in absolute combat mode. His angular butt reflected a metallic sheen under the light. From an appreciative perspective, it was quite beautiful!
But from a realistic perspective, a pink apron paired with a muscular man—this combination is blinding!
"Ah... Abba, Abba..."
"What Abba? What's wrong, Shiori?"
Iori Kitahara at the dining table was waiting for the food to be served. Hearing his sister's strange Abba sound, he instinctively turned his head, but didn't see anything strange.
In front of him was just the normal GrandBlue, a normal muscular man in an apron. Could it be that Yuu's muscle form scared her?
"It's okay, Shiori. That guy Yuu just likes to Henshin anywhere. It's completely normal!"
"No! That is not normal at all!"
"Eh?"
Seeing that his little sister was a firm materialist, Iori Kitahara scratched his head in distress, unsure how to explain that transformation was a normal setting in the Pab Club.
At that moment, he suddenly noticed a blind spot: why couldn't he see any sign of shorts underneath Yuu's apron, where his two sturdy thighs were exposed?
A flash of lightning crackled in his brain. A bad memory instantly rushed to his mind—the first time the senpais wore aprons, it was exactly like this!
"Hold on a second, Yuu, just stay where you are and don't move!"
Iori stood up with wide, dot-like eyes, then circled around to Yuu's back. Sure enough, it was the familiar scene... no way!
Instantly enraged, Iori Kitahara hooked Yuu's neck and roared in a terrifying low voice: "What the hell are you doing, you bastard! Are you trying to die?!"
"Not at all. Isn't this just the normal everyday attire of the Pab Club?"
Completely unyielding to violence, Miyazawa Yuu stood rigidly straight, his face full of righteous indignation, seriously nodding as if stating an undeniable fact.
"Gulp, although that is true..."
"So, wearing this is completely fine! This is a sincere expression from this one!"
Giving an OK sign, Miyazawa Yuu knew that a naked apron was shocking, but precisely because of this, he needed to do it!
For the sake of his sister not ending up alone in the future, he must display his most sincere side to her, making her understand that even her Onii-chan is not perfect!
This is the consideration of an older brother...
"Put some clothes on!"
"Hiss... but..."
Miyazawa Yuu's self-praising internal monologue was instantly interrupted by Aina, whose eyes had no highlights, right up against his face. But he still tried to fight the evil Aina with his strong will!
Only...
"I said put some clothes on!"
"Yes! I understand..."
No! The highlight-less Aina is too terrifying. He felt like he would be utterly destroyed by the girl who was ten times stronger in her dark form in the next second!
Although very unwilling, Miyazawa Yuu obediently went back to his room and put on his panties.
"Yuu really likes freedom!"
"I know, right..."
"The senpais too!"
Poking her head out expressionlessly from between Ryujiro Kotobuki and Shinji Tokita, Aina Yoshiwara reminded them darkly: "The naked apron is my bottom line! It absolutely cannot appear!"
"Yes!"
"Understood."
"Seriously! Does it take someone to get angry..."
Watching the sulking Aina return to her seat, Miyazawa Yuu struck a JOJO pose, distressed that his first plan had just been launched and immediately went bankrupt.
However, this sanity-shattering move was remarkably effective. At least Miyazawa Rin almost fainted the moment she saw it, so he must persevere!
As for the second move...
Taking out the onee-san classic works he had just bought two days ago from his apron, Miyazawa Yuu used the opportunity of serving the food to slide them under Iori's and Kohei's plates!
As long as these two guys saw the doujinshi and returned them to him, his persona as someone who doesn't casually use doujinshi would be subtly established!
Walking back into the kitchen with the last two set meals in his hands, he was ready for someone to ask whose doujinshi was padding their plate!
However...
Even after he had set down the last of the food, no more trouble arose at the dining table. Only the senpais' chat occasionally rang out.
"???"
Miyazawa Yuu looked at Iori and Kohei, his small brain filled with huge confusion—That shouldn't be right. The size of the doujinshi should have been instantly noticeable to these two!
Even if they were slow, they should have noticed...
—The emptiness!!!
"Eh?"
Looking at the empty space beneath the two scumbags' plates, Miyazawa Yuu instantly realized and looked toward their chests. Sure enough, the hard outlines could only be the doujinshi!
Testing scumbags with doujinshi—how is that different from using a meat bun to hit a dog!
These two guys! They actually kept it from him!!!