Chapter 269: Chapter 268.

Chapter 268. The Planetarium, Operation Hook Up: Prelude to the Show. (2/6)

‘What~ another student? Dodging the question~ are you planning to get lucky with yet another woman at a planetarium of all places? While the lights are out… Ah~ somehow, it’s got me turned on just thinking about it.’

‘Nobody is doing anything weird at the planetarium with the lights out, you perverted little sister!’

‘What a shame, if only I was there, all sorts of weird stuff would happen~’

My hand trembled as I held my phone. I took note to never go to the planetarium with Wisteria.

‘I now know one place to never go with you, thanks for the information.’

Wisteria posted another picture. Her eyes were almost fully closed with the whites barely visible, her body arched backward, and her feet were fully extended with her legs raised up on the bench.

‘You did not just…’

‘I did~ it felt great~ thank you for your assistance big brother~ it was much-appreciated~ imaging us in the dark planetarium doing it together while surrounded by a bunch of unknowing people as you do your best to resist really did the trick~’

‘Stop using me in your deviant fantasies! Since you’re done now, I’m closing the document.’ Without waiting for her to respond, I really closed it out.

Why couldn’t she just be a normal little sister type instead of an unbridled perverted assassin without any restraint? Haaaaah, I suppose being brought up in such a facility was to blame. It’d be much harder to fix this side of hers and rehabilitate her than I expected.

“You done watching porn now?” Izora, who'd taken a seat across from me while I bickered with Wisteria through text, asked with a judgmental gaze.

“I wasn’t watching porn.”

“Then why hide your phone under the table and act so suspicious?”

“I was... texting someone.” Sort of.

“Someone? You mean your girlfriend?”

“My... little sister.” I felt ashamed calling her that out loud when the image I just saw popped into my head.

“You have a little sister?”

“Yeah, she’s... studying abroad right now.” Well, that wasn’t exactly a lie I guess.

“What a surprise. Does your sister look as gloomy as you?”

“No. But she’s a bit of an oddball.”

“And oddball? How so?” Somehow, Izora took an interest in the subject of little sisters.

“Her appearance I guess.”

“Oh? Does she dress strangely?”

“No. It’s more of her hair. She dyes half of it pink.”

“Half of it pink? Hmm, if I remember correctly, there was also a transfer student who dyed their hair in a similar fashion. I wanted to get to know her, but she transferred out before I got the chance to.”

It seems she knew Wisteria. Well, as expected, they were both together in her third year for some time after all.

“Do you have any younger siblings?”

“Me? No, but I do have an older sister.”

“Oh? Is she in university right now?” I’d like to make sure I don’t bump into another troublesome goth girl if at all possible.

“Why do you want to know? Are you into older women?”

“No.” Actually… I probably was.

“Well, my sister isn’t in university. She already graduated, she even has a PhD already. She’s like suuuuper smart compared to me, you know.”

“Oh, then you’d be the failure daughter in the family? Owww! That hurt! Don’t kick me!” Her thick goth boots packed a punch.

“I’m not a failure. I’m just rebellious and not interested in pursuing the same career path as her.”

“Oh. I see.”

“Also… although she’s super smart… she’s really weird… and… haaaaaaaah, because of that, she’s had a hard time. She isn’t very successful despite how smart she is.”

“Do the two of you get along well?”

“I guess. Our relationship isn’t too bad. We do get into a lot of fights though.”

“What about you and your little sister? Do you get into fights?”

“Hmm… I guess so.” Though our fights were the strangest types of fights. We’ve often fought about several sex scenes in some of the chapters I’d written for stories. She’d complain about how they should be longer and more frequent. Her biggest complaint was… how she was unable to climax before some of the scenes were over.

That was how she rated the sex scenes, whether she was able to climax at the very end of them or not. If she didn’t climax by the time it was over, she rated it low. If she climaxed before it was over, she rated it average. If she climaxed when the characters climaxed, she gave it her stamp of approval. She even left reviews on each sex scene as comments in the document for me to read.

She actually put in more effort for the sex scenes than the rest of the story. It made me want to cry. Why couldn’t my proofreader/editor be normal and focus on the stuff without sex? Why’d she have to be so damn passionate about this one aspect of my stories? Those sex scenes were pretty rare as it was.

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I wasn’t trying to become a hardcore smut writer, I only used sex as a tool to add some flavor and depth to the relationships between the characters.

“What sort of things do you fight with your little sister over?” Izora suddenly asked me exactly what I was griping about internally.

“Sex scenes in stories.” I unconsciously blurted that out since it was precisely what was in my mind.

“Huh? Aren’t you a creep to talk to your little sister about sex?”

“She’s the one who’s invested in them and enjoys them, not me. It’s the exact opposite of what you’re thinking.”

“A likely story. How old is your little sister for her to be thinking about sex like that?”

“No comment.” She was older than me. How was I supposed to explain that the person I referred to as my little sister was older than me?

Izora had a slightly disgusted look on her face as she glared at me.

“It’s complicated.”

“How can her age be complicated?”

“Well, just think of it as her having a lower mental age than her physical age.”

“Huh? Was she in a coma for years or something? Is she studying abroad for medical reasons? I’ve heard you have a chronic illness, does she also have one too?”

Oh! A coma! That’s a good one, I didn’t think of that at all!

“Yeah, she was for a few years.” In a facility that was equivalent to being in a coma, I guess. I didn’t specifically say it was a coma, so I’m not lying. “It’s as you imagine.”

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to bring it up.”

“It’s fine. It’s nothing you need to feel bad about.” After all, I’m the one not being truthful, but at least I’m not lying either.

“Uh, anyway… about your disguise.”

“Oh, right. I almost forgot.”

“Let’s go to the coatroom. I’ll help you put it on there.”

“Sure.”

When we got to the coatroom she pulled out some stuff from her purse. A black wig and… some… accessories that made my face stiffen up.

“Hey…”

“What is it?”

“Were you planning on wearing those yourself?”

She grinned maliciously and pointed at me.

“What?”

“You’re the one wearing these, duh.”

“Can we talk about this?”

“No~”

…

After a twenty-minute life and death struggle with Izora, I collapsed to my knees ready to break down into tears. This was the worst. The absolute worst.

I looked up at the hand mirror Izora had pointed at me. Reflected in the mirror I saw my head and facial features.

I looked like a completely different person. Though my gloomy look was still there.

The wig I initially thought was black had pink highlights in it. She’d forced some decorative pink-colored contacts into my eyes too. My left ear had a black clip-on ring earring dangling from my earlobe with a heart hanging from the ring. There were also two black clip-on rings attached to the lower rim of my left ear near my earlobe.

But that wasn’t the worst part of this disguise. My right arm slowly raised up and I felt my neck with my hand. I stuck out my index finger and touched a pointed cone to verify what I had on was not my imagination.

A red collar with white conical spikes.

“Haaaaaaah. I want to die.”

I stared deep into my listless pink eyes devoid of life reflected in the mirror.

“It’s not that bad, is it? Don’t you match that little sister of yours now?”

I’m not seriously Wisteria’s brother damn it! Don’t screw with me! Was this karma for my lies earlier? Divine retribution? Is it because I’m a devil I have to face all these stupid trials and tribulations? Do I get to level up at least? Maybe I get to make a cultivation breakthrough from the petty devil realm into the greater devil realm or something if I make it through this.

Like hell I do!

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