Chapter 268: Chapter 267.

Chapter 267. The Planetarium, Operation Hook Up: Prelude to the Show. (1/6)

Four days after my meeting with Mr. Oz in the staff lounge at school, the day of the field trip had arrived. I didn’t bother to stop by school today. Instead, I took a bus directly to the planetarium.

When I arrived at the front of the building, there were stairs that led to a floor below ground level. To the left and right of the central set of stairs that descended underground, there were two sets of stairs that led up to an entrance on the floor above ground.

Going off of my memories, the planetarium entrance was the one below.

As soon as I entered the building, my eyes scanned through the long main hall. Along the left-hand side, black rectangular star maps which emphasized various constellations lined the wall up to the center of the hall. Beyond the center on the left wall, there were large posters I could see all the way from here. They looked to be advertising the shows for the planetarium. 

To my immediate left after I entered the building there was a large walk-in coatroom. On my right, there was a small corridor that led to an elevator at the end. There was another elevator all the way down at the end of the main hall I was in as well.

At the center of the main hall, along the right-hand side was the box office. Directly in front of the box office on my side, there were a few glass doors, they were the entrance to the science gallery.

Before the science gallery entrance, there were three black chairs with their backs along the right wall. A short distance away from those three chairs, closer to me, there was a small square grey table pushed up against the right wall with three black chairs tucked underneath.

The planetarium entrance was on the far side of the main hall behind the box office.

In terms of lighting, four lines of circle lights were embedded in every other gray tile on the ceiling from one end of the main hall to the other end.

The main hall was fully carpeted. The carpet was grey with a darker grey squiggle pattern on it.

The main hall was quite large, about twenty to thirty feet from the left wall to the right wall and about two hundred or so feet from where I stood at the entrance to the entrance at the opposite side of the building.

If I were to estimate the area of land the museum took up, it would be in the ballpark of forty thousand square feet.

After I took in my surroundings, I hung my winter jacket up in the coatroom and stored my bag in a locker inside the coatroom. I had a black hoodie on under my jacket, and if I wore my winter jacket inside, I’d be sweating bricks all day. I also didn’t want to lug around my bag if I didn’t have to, it was heavy after all.

I hadn’t come in disguise though since Izora said she’d take full responsibility for putting my disguise together.

I sat down at the small table in the main hall and awaited Izora’s arrival. I passed the time writing one of the stories I was currently publishing on my phone. I’d given Wisteria access to all the files and noticed when she opened up the file I was currently working on.

When she noticed I also had it open, she typed something in the document at the very bottom below my cursor. 

‘I miss you, big brother~’

‘Don’t mess around in the document. What will happen if you forget it there and it’s left in the story?’

‘Don’t be so mean~ I just want to see my big brother~ I won’t forget it and leave any of this in either. I’ve gotten pretty good at proofreading and editing, you know.’

‘Yeah, yeah. You’re a lot better now, but there’s still a lot of room for improvement.’

Seeing her messages to me appear on-screen letter by letter, somehow made it feel like we were sitting close together, side by side, by the table chatting the same way we did at the museum exhibit in university.  

‘Heheh, yeah. Praise me more~’

I could practically see the smug look on her face through her words.

‘By the way… did you find anything out yet?’

‘No… I’ve been looking, but I haven’t found anything in the academy library yet. Sorry...’

‘It’s fine. You’re quite busy and don’t have all the time in the world to spend searching for the information I’m looking for. It’s nothing I need to know urgently either way. Your priority should be proofreading and editing rather than that.’

‘Hey, can we sext?’

I nearly threw my phone on the ground when she asked me that out of nowhere. It wasn’t the first time she’d asked me this. She’d asked me a few times before and I… eventually caved since she was persistent. She said it would motivate her more to proofread and edit than the royalty money she was receiving.

‘No!’

‘What~ why not~ it’s been a while and I’m in the mood right now~’

‘A while? It’s only been three days since the last time!’

‘I can’t help it! I need lots of my big brother’s love to keep me motivated! Also, if I’m constantly turned on it’s a lot harder to focus!’

‘I’m at the planetarium in the downtown museum out in the open right now, there’s no way in hell I can help you with that problem right now.’

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‘Oh? You’re out in public? I think… I can use this then.’

She suddenly pasted a photo into the document.

I freaked out when I saw it. She was seated on a bench outside, it was dark wherever she was right now. She’d taken a selfie with her phone held over her head, pointed down, to give me a good view of her cleavage. She had her right hand fondling her right breast.

‘Don't post this sort of lewd picture in the document, you idiot!’ 

‘Ahh~ but… hah… hah… it feels so good~ imaging you in public seeing me like this~’

‘I’m closing the document now. Delete all of this.’

‘Nope~ I’ll leave it all and make sure to slip it in a random draft if you close the document before I finish~’

She suddenly pasted in another lewd image of herself. 

This time her right hand had slipped under the lining of her skirt. Her cheeks were a bit flushed. She’d exhaled out a hot breath of air that condensed due to the cold. Her eyes were dreamy as they looked directly into the camera. It was as if she was staring at me through the image.

Why is it whenever it comes to this little sister, something perverse always happens? If it’s like this when she’s not here, what’s going to happen when she is here? That thought alone scared me.

“You’re already here? Sorry, have you been waiting long?”

My back straightened up when I heard Izora call out to me.

I wanted to lock my phone, but if I did that and Wisteria was serious about slipping these images of hers into one of my drafts I’d yet to publish, that could be problematic. She never said how many she’d slip in either. I had a lot of unpublished drafts. It would be a pain to comb through every single one of them. She might make the images small and hide them in clever ways I might overlook as well.

Giving this girl access to all my drafts was no doubt a mistake. But how could I have known she’d come up with this sort of threat?

I could remove her permissions so she couldn’t edit them… but, to begin with, I’d have to exit this document to do so. It would also take time to do that for each document. Then going back to give her permissions for them again would be a pain since I had to do them one at a time.

Haaaaah. It was troubling having acquired a perverse little sister like this.

“Are you ignoring me?”

“No. Sorry, I was just thinking about something.”

For the time being, I hid my phone under the table and typed out a message.

‘Wisteria, please cut it out with your little joke. I’ll get mad for real. An acquaintance I was waiting for showed up.’

“Were you working on some homework on your phone or something?”

“Huh? Uh, yeah. That’s right.”

“Yeah right, I bet you were probably watching porn.”

“Who the hell watches porn at a museum? How much of a degenerate do I look like to you?”

‘What? You’re meeting with another woman while we’re sexting~ Ah~ somehow I got more turned on.’

‘Nobody said it was a woman.’

‘Sure~ I bet it’s that white-haired celebrity that showed up the last time we were together.’

‘It’s not.’

‘What? Then, is it Rosa, Alicia, or Irene?’

‘No.’

‘Is it a guy then?’

‘It’s another student from my school.’

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