How should he describe his current feelings...?
Miyazawa Yuu felt exactly like a college student returning home for summer break, only to find his little sister riding on the back of some "blonde delinquent's" motorcycle—it was utterly unacceptable!
What was up with this exaggerated Gothic outfit? And what was with those pink highlights?
But none of that mattered. What really broke him was the lollipop hanging halfway out of Rin's mouth and that flippant look in her eyes!
"Rin... little Rin, tell Brother... who bullied you..."
His hands trembled as he gripped Rin's shoulders. Yuu pupils shook, refusing to accept the reality before him. A silent imouto turning into a gyaru? Absolutely not!
Give him back his well-behaved, cute sister! What was this "bratty kid" vibe, looking like she was two seconds away from covering her mouth and laughing "Zako! Zako!" (Loser! Loser!) at him?
"Eh? Does Oniichan not like my new look?"
With a tilt of her head, Miyazawa Rin rolled her eyes upward, her lips curling into that classic "parents are so boring" smirk of contempt.
"An Oniichan who can't handle his sister changing... super hilarious, right~?"
"Pfft..."
Holding her head, unable to believe that after only six months, her own imouto had actually grown into a rebellious teenager, Busujima Sakurako stood there with wide eyes and a "broken" expression.
The next second, a loud thud echoed beside her. She turned her head in a panic, only to see that the muscle-bound man who had been at full health moments ago was now completely out of commission!
Moreover, from the way he was sprawled face-down on the ground with his left hand tucked behind his back, she could sense a thick scent of... "bastard-ness" coming from him?
But that wasn't the point!
"Yuu!!!"
Seeing Miyazawa Yuu's "corpse" occasionally twitching, with massive amounts of blood-spray metaphorically erupting from his orifices as if he were dying with regrets, she rushed over to prop him up.
"Don't... don't be angry! Deep breaths with me!"
"Sakurako..."
Struggling to lift his head, Miyazawa Yuu looked up at his non-existent but clearly empty HP bar, knowing his life was like a candle in the wind with no hope of recovery.
But there were words he had to convey, even if it meant betting his very life!
"Stand! It's a... Stand attack!"
"Wake up! What kind of nonsense are you talking about?!"
Tears instantly surged from Sakurako's eyes. She really wanted to tell him that at a time like this, he should stop with the memes!
But Yu had clearly given up on his will to live. Before she could say another word, he let out a sharp gasp and twitched into unconsciousness, as if he couldn't survive without a defibrillator.
Seeing this, Sakurako looked left and right but couldn't find a first-aid kit. Looking at the dying Yu, she could only try to save him with mouth-to-mouth resuscitation...
"OK! Cut!"
A piece of stiff cardboard slid between the two of them, cutting off the eager Sakurako. Miyazawa Rin crunched her lollipop in one bite and nodded with satisfied approval. "As expected, Oniichan's reaction is super interesting. Lin!"
"Yes~ I've recorded everything and uploaded it to the account. The tension is great, so we don't even need to edit a single word!"
"Onee-chan!"
"Eek!"
Hearing her own imouto's voice from behind, Sakurako—still dazed after her failed resuscitation attempt—stiffly turned her head. A look of disdain and disgust met her clear, foolish eyes.
"Disgraceful..."
Similarly crunching her lollipop and spitting out the stick, Busujima Akiko took a half-step back, averting her gaze as if she couldn't bear to look. "Trying to take advantage of someone in trouble, attacking a handsome older brother... pervert!"
"Eeeek!!!"
A mouthful of blood sprayed from Sakurako onto Miyazawa Yuu. Having her hidden intentions seen through by her sister and bluntly called out, Sakurako's face instantly turned beet red. The light faded from her eyes as she slowly toppled forward.
[Today's Battle... Defeat for Miyazawa Yuu and Busujima Sakurako—(Fin)]
"Like hell it is!"
Violently snapping a strange signpost—the kind you'd only find in Tokyo—Miyazawa Yuu, despite his "crippled" state, ignored the ten-second knockout rule and forced himself up. The sound of a "Health Lock" effect seemed to echo from his body.
"Rin..."
Straightening his back, he turned sideways, shrouded in a dark aura. His eyes were overflowing with "Tatakae" (Fight) energy as he looked at his imouto and said in a low voice, "What... is the meaning of this?"
"Ah, he's angry..."
Reverting to her silent girl persona, Miyazawa Rin silently messed up her hair to hide the pink highlights and said calmly, "I guess the gyaru shock was too easy to see through after all~ Everyone, prepare Plan B!"
"Yes!"
"Understood!"
As a band, their chemistry was self-evident. Though they had simply discussed the plan beforehand, the other two girls still acted as though they were perfectly in sync to save face.
As the three of them jumped in three different directions, Miyazawa Yuu thought they were trying to split up. He immediately dropped into a sprinting stance, his calf muscles tightening, ready to show these three little brats the meaning of despair!
However, before he could shatter the floor tiles and start the hunt, the three "prey" didn't run. Instead, they charged at him from three directions, lifted their legs, and performed a... sliding kneel?
"S-Sorry, Oniichan! Please forgive us!" x3
"???"
He wasn't sure if it was just a delusion, but Miyazawa Yuu felt this band was a bit too "scummy." But that wasn't the point! The point was, if three beautiful girls performed a sliding dogeza for him...
"Uwah! A grown man bullying girls? What's the deal?"
"With all those muscles, he must be Yakuza! How is that still a thing in Tokyo...?"
"Should we call the police?"
"You bunch of bastards!!!"
When he was spitting blood just now, not a single person came over to care. Now that it was beautiful girls sliding on their knees, the reaction was a complete 180!
Veins popped on Yuu forehead. He felt worried and indignant about the current state of Japan. Unfortunately, all protests were useless!
In Japan, beautiful girls represented justice most of the time. Moreover, even those who had private disagreements mostly wanted to act like "good people" in public, so public opinion was entirely one-sided!
"Rin, did you calculate this too?"
"Aside from the fact that Oniichan isn't wearing a shirt, basically everything is within the plan, de gozaru!"
"Very good! As expected of my imouto!"
Gritting his teeth, looking at his sister's unrepentant, silent face, Yu really wanted to stretch her cheeks into a pancake right now to vent!
But doing that outside, even with the "sibling" status buff, would probably lead to him being sent in to eat "tonkatsu" (prison food).
Helplessly, even though he was furious, he could only force a smile while in a battle state of over 80% release. He said in his gentlest tone, "Fine, fine, fine. Everyone get up~ I forgive you!"
"Did you think I'd be dumb enough to believe that, Oniichan? Right now, Brother must be thinking about going home and giving us a sound thrashing!"
Tilting her head, Rin's large eyes—adorned with fake lashes—blinked, a light symbolizing "wisdom" flickering in her pupils. "So, please swear you won't lay a hand on us! Only then will we get up! Oniichan wouldn't want to be sent to the Metropolitan Police Department by a beautiful girl's dogeza, right?"
"Who taught you this... Fine, fine, fine. I swear, I absolutely won't lay a finger on Rin or..."
"Lin Xuena! Third year of middle school! Please take care of me!"
"Busujima Akiko! Third year of middle school! Thank you for looking after my sister!"
"Ugh!"
Holding his head in a headache-induced sigh, Yu lamented that the internet was truly a bad thing. Look at how mature middle schoolers were these days.
Setting aside the girls' shrewdness, the fact that they could maintain such perfect etiquette while performing a dogeza was nothing short of a miracle.
In comparison, he and Iori—who only knew how to use "naked dogeza" to beg for forgiveness—were like raw recruits. They were perverted enough, but their skin wasn't nearly as thick!
"I promise I won't lay a hand on Rin, Xuena, or Akiko, okay? Just please stop embarrassing yourselves in public..."
"Rin! Plan successful!"
"Yay!"
"Please, at least don't be like your sister and talk to yourself right in front of people!"
Hoisting up the shriveled, "dead-maggot-like" Sakurako—who was too ashamed to be seen—Miyazawa Yuu mercilessly gave the three girls, who had jumped up to high-five each other, a sharp chop to the head.
Not taking the small punishment as a breach of contract, the girls pretended it hurt, clutching their heads piteously. One could say they gave him plenty of face.
"Alright! We'll talk about the rest later. You three, pack up your things and follow me home!"
"Um... does Oniichan not have anything he wants to ask?"
Clutching her head, Rin frowned. Seeing that her Oniichan seemed ready to let her rebellion slide so easily, she felt quite surprised.
After all, by her calculations, even if he didn't use force, he should have at least immediately and severely criticized them for acting out!
"About that, no rush~"
With a heartwarming smile on his face, Yu gently patted his sister's head. However, his eyes, squinted into slits, gave the girls a distinct "people with squinty eyes are monsters!" vibe.
But since he had sworn, Rin's brother wouldn't go back on his word in front of children, right?
Holding that thought, Akiko and Xuena exchanged a look, packed their gear, and followed closely behind Yu's footsteps.
...
Half an hour later, the girls—who insisted on wearing complicated performance outfits even in the height of summer—stuck their tongues out. They finally reached Yuu private villa before dying of heatstroke.
"Air conditioning! I owe my life to the AC! Akiko, it's all your fault for wearing performance outfits outside. This stuff is so hard to wash!"
"I'm sorry~ It was for the video..."
Click!
Collapsing onto the sofa and bickering, the sound of the front door locking echoed a second later. Akiko turned her head in confusion, only to see Rin looking as if she were facing a great enemy.
In front of her stood Miyazawa Yuu, his face darkened, his half-open eyes revealing inverted black-and-white pupils.
The situation... didn't look so good, did it?
"Um, Oniichan?"
"Hmm? What is it, Akiko-chan?"
Gulp!
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed the saliva rushing up from nervousness. Akiko forced a smile and pointed a finger as a reminder. "Oniichan... you wouldn't go back on your word, would you?"
"Hahaha—how could I?~"
Facing the timid inquiry of the cute little girl, Yu tilted his head and let out a hearty laugh.
Since he had agreed not to lay a hand on them, he would never break his promise. After all, being inconsistent was the ultimate taboo in educating children!
However... back then, he had said he would never use violence. He didn't recall making an oath on behalf of the "re-awakened" Busujima, right?
The malice in his eyes was almost physically flowing out. He tapped the shoulder of the swaying Sakurako, whose eyes were glowing with a red light, and said casually, "No need to hold back for my sake. We have ointment for bruises at home. Please, release the evil in your heart to your heart's content!"
"Uwah! It's an evil cadre tempting people into depravity! The dark-fallen Onee-chan is charging! Everyone, retreat!"
"Akiko! If you're able to sleep lying on your back tonight, I'll be your little sister!"
"Ah~ Blackening really is a ten-fold power boost!"
Taking an ice-cold cola from the fridge and checking the expiration date, Miyazawa Yuu curled up in the sofa and took a few swigs, a genuine, comfortable smile appearing on his face.
There was a gentle breeze from the AC in front of him, and in his ears were the various screams of the sisters, like "Don't lift it up to hit me!", "Don't grab me! Grab them instead!" It was like a festive drum performance—truly heart-soothing.
As expected, rebellious girls should be handled by a rebellious college-aged girl. After all, even if he did it himself, he'd probably be too restrained, right?