Chapter 11

It's a sunny Saturday.

Today is the biggest day of my life.

It's a big event, walking outside as two people.

The other person is my own little sister.

I'm nervous before I even leave.

I should be used to being together, but going out is just so different.

"You don't even have any decent clothes."

Miyu is rummaging through the closet in my room.

I intended to wear simple monochrome clothes, but Miyu rejected them all.

Even the clothes I often wear when playing with Takanami and my friends on holidays were thrown onto the floor with the word "no".

"Compared to that, I guess this is better."

Miyu took out a grey T-shirt.

It had a plain V-neck and I didn't want to look too slender, so I sealed it for a while.

If that's good, then I don't understand.

Maybe it's because I'm still immature, but I feel like it's not that different from what Miyu had rejected up until then.

The last time I bought clothes was about two years ago.

That said, it's not like I don't have any new clothes.

I was grateful for the clothes that my so-called parents bought on sale at a whim.

"Is that the only option I have?"

"No. The others are old. They don't fit. The fabric is bad."

"You can't judge the quality of the fabric with just your eyes."

"You can tell when you wear it. Just wear this one already."

Miyu's face was serious.

Her eyes are a bit slanted to begin with, so her powerful gaze looks even more intense.

The next decision was my shorts.

It's something I always wear, and it's a nice item that makes my legs look longer because it has a tight silhouette that reaches just below the knee.

Since my chest area is so uncluttered, I think it would look great if I also put a necklace on.

"It's hot, so you'll probably want to take it off right away."

"That's true. But when you say fashionable, I always think of accessories."

"Are you planning on being a host? Shorts and a T-shirt will suffice. Your muscles should compensate for the rest."

Apparently, my little sister prefes masculine men to slender, good-looking men.

Miyu was also dressed in a summery style.

It was a sunny day in June, and the temperature outside was quite high.

Her top, fully visible down to the shoulder straps of the undergarment, reveals the grooves of her assertive bosom.

Apparently it gets steamy if you don't ventilate it.

Shorts that make her fair-skinned thighs sparkle, what a deadly weapon.

To put it simply, my little sister today looks erotic.

"Miyu is very particular about her clothes, huh."

"It's just that Onii-chan is too sloppy."

Miyu continues to rummage through my closet after she finds the clothes I'm going to wear today.

It was decided that I should throw away most of them and buy new ones.

"I'm going to introduce you to my friends, so I can't afford to send out an Onii-chan who looks like a defective product."

Miyu reaches deep into the back of the drawer.

Her buttocks are thrust out so firmly that if I bend down and peek through the gap, I can see her panties.

I'm sure I'm used to seeing my little sister's underwear in the laundry.

For some reason I always want to see the panties she's wearing.

Perhaps it's because she has a narrow waist, but Miyu's swollen butt feels just as feminine as her breasts.

After all, those legs have just the right amount of meat.

The whiteness of her knees extending from her shorts is glamorous.

Now that I think about it, it was also her thighs that first made me lust after Miyu.

Erotic.

I want to touch it just once.

"Onii-chan."

Before I knew it, Miyu was facing me.

She then stares at my lower abdomen, and then at my face.

It seems that I had an erection before I even realised.

Even though I'm about to go out.

How pathetic.

"This is from me, isn't it?"

Pointing at the tent, Miyu is taken aback.

"...from me, isn't it?'' meaning, "This erection is the result of fantasizing something naughty about me, your little sister.''

"I just let my guard down. It'll subside by the time we leave, so don't worry about it."

"Is that so? If that's the case, it's fine."

Miyu started sorting through my clothes again.

I want to beg her to let me cum, but she won't take it in her mouth if I use her as fap material.

"I hear that girls have a lot of clothes. Is that the case with Miyu too?"

"I guess so."

"I expected as such. It must be really cluttered in your closet, huh."

This must be the reason why she's so particular about it.

She seems to be buying a lot of magazines too.

I don't remember her ever wearing the same T-shirt pattern even once.

Most of all, I'm curious about how she organizes her clothes.

Even though my closet is the same size as Miyu's, I'm sure Miyu has by far more clothes than I do. Yet, I constantly throw around pants and indoor clothes that don't have any place, while I haven't even seen any traces of her uniforms strewn in her room.

"Nn? You can't look inside."

After Miyu finished searching, she stuffed the pile of clothes into a garbage bag without asking.

There are some clothes that no longer fit me since I entered junior high school, but I feel like it's a waste to have to throw away so much.

I'm sure that this kind of anxiety is somewhat of a luxury.

If Miyu stops caring about me, I'll go back to living a life where I don't care about my appearance.

"I have a general idea of what you need. We're going to need a few ten thousands of yen, but do you have the money?"

"If that's all we need, there's no problem. It doesn't cost as much as I thought. We're buying proper ones, right?"

"You don't have to buy anything expensive. You have to look carefully and buy something that's cheap. Especially for Onii-chan who only worked part-time for a short period of time."

It's easier to cut back on your lifestyle and save up some pocket money than to earn money through sweat and tears.

I'm sure Miyu doesn't have a part-time job, so where does she get the money for her clothes?

"Are we leaving yet?"

"Yes, but just before that."

Miyu neatly folded the clothes she was leaving behind and put them away, sat down on the carpet and instructed me to straighten up as well.

"Let's have a serious talk before we go out."

There was no Miyu-like composure in her expression or voice.

"I didn't want to tell you because I knew you would be aware of it. But now that it's been brought up, I'll give you a proper warning."

Miyu's gaze was pressuring me.

This isn't the first time Miyu has given me a serious look.

However, today was the first time that I thought Miyu's face was scary.

It was different from being angry.

It wasn't like she was in a bad mood.

It wasn't a response to the words I threw at Miyu too.

It was Miyu's intention to tell me as much as she could about her feelings, which she herself created.

"It's about the closet in my room. If you peek in there, I'll cut ties with you. Seriously."

Miyu said in a very cold voice.

The pressure was so great that it felt like she was willing to commit murder to protect her secret.

"A-all right."

It is true that people tend to want to do something when they are told not to do it.

But if she so clearly prohibits it, I have enough sense to understand to not do it.

"Really?"

"Really. I'll never open the closet, I promise."

Making that promise was neither a doubt nor a burden to me.

Fortunately, I probably understand Miyu's secret.

Secrets about your clothes that you don't want anyone to see inside your closet.

If it's something like that, there's only one thing to hide.

"I don't know what you don't want me to know, but I have your full support."

I see, did Miyu have that kind of hobby too?

If I was playing eroges on the street, no one would even bat an eye.

I was convinced.

But at the same time, I want to see it.

It's not that I want to peek into her secrets.

I just want to see it at least once.

That Miyu, in full cosplay.

The shopping mall was spacious.

The building is huge, but above all, the structure of the atrium to the upper floors creates a sense of unity throughout the whole building.

"It looks really expensive."

Judging from the exhibits in the rows of shops, I felt out of place as a student.

The point is that it's "I" and not "we."

Walking next to me was a girl who was far more innocent and petite than I was.

"I've researched some men's stores that are cheaper. Let's just pinpoint the place and buy it quickly."

Miyu leads me as we walk.

If it were a real date, the guy should be the one to do it, but with such a reliable little sister, I don't feel like interrupting.

"What are you buying?"

"Just some summer clothes. A few things that you can go out with in a two-piece set like today. The only thing left is shoes and loungewear."

Miyu stops by at the T-shirt corner.

She flipped through a few different patterned clothes before quickly moving on to the undergarments section again.

"I think I could buy a T-shirt and shorts too, though..."

"Really? Then, which one do you want to choose?"

While I was babbling, she suddenly let go of my hand.

That said, all I have to do is choose a safe pattern and colour.

After that would be the size, and according to Miyu, the type of fabric is also important.

Hrmm.

"I'm sorry. Please choose for me after all."

"Yeah, yeah."

Standing on the crossroads of choice, I finally remembered.

In the case of simple-made clothes such as T-shirts, it often happens that all of them seem to be the right option, leaving you unable to choose any of them.

Everything you see looks okay, but when you actually buy it, it's often more misshapen and rotten than you imagine.

"You don't know the standard because you don't consider your height and body mass. I'll pick it out for you at first, but when you try it on, look in the mirror and think for yourself if there's anything important."

Miyu walks around the store, picks up a few more items, and hands them to me.

Is it because Miyu chose them out for me, or is Miyu's eye for aesthetic certain?

I don't know, but the clothes I was given seemed to suit me well.

I say in admiration in my heart, "As expected of her."

Once I discovered the reason for Miyu's obsession with clothes, I began to enjoy just listening to her talk like this.

Emotionless and expressionless. Even when I am in charge of cooking and we sit around the table with the family, she never says whether the food is good or bad, or even speaks to me.

It may sound strange to say that I was smiling, but I was glad to know such an inner side of Miyu.

As her older brother, I feel like I want to be more involved in my little sister's hobbies.

"Um, I see. Everything seems good. Do I have to think about this carefully before picking one?"

"It doesn't really matter, right? It's your choice. The rest is up to Onii-chan's preference."

I tried them on and they seemed to fit well, so I bought them.

We headed to the next store and there was a similar trend.

The amount of clothes I bought became quite considerable when I included the accessories together.

With both hands full with bags, it was starting to get in the way of my walking.

"We've walked a lot. I'm tired, so why don't we take a break?"

"I guess we should."

"Are you hungry?"

"I'll eat if Onii-chan treats me to something."

"Yeah, yeah."

Well, you've spent the whole day just for me.

I can't not thank you for what you're going to do for me in the future.

"Can we just go into that store for one last time?"

On the way to the restaurant floor, Miyu seems to have found a store that interests her.

With no hurry, I nodded frankly.

It was a women's specialty store and I had a lot of luggage, so just as I was thinking that I would just look at the items on display at the front of the store and sit on a bench for the rest of the day.

"Ah......!"

I heard someone raise their voice in surprise nearby.

The owner of that familiar voice seemed to be backing away from the edge of my vision.

They couldn't leave my line of sight before I turned towards them.

"Ah."

I had the same reaction.

What a coincidence.

"S-Sotomichi-kun. What a surprise."

"The same for Yamamoto-san. To come so far."

On the opposite side of Miyu stood Yamamoto-san, who was dressed in clothes that didn't reveal much.

Her black hair, which falls in front of her shoulders, emphasizes her flabby bosom. Hidden by her clothes, it exudes a pretty erotic look.

Why is Yamamoto-san here?

I was invited to this shopping mall by Miyu.

It's not a place for girls to come alone.

"S-Sorry, I'm in a hurry!"

Yamamoto-san pays close attention to her surroundings, takes a long gaze into the store, and then tries to leave.

From behind Yamamoto-san, a man with glasses approached.

"Ah!!"

Then, for the third time, I hear an "Ah."

"Sotomichi!? Why are you here......!"

"Suzuhara!? You too?"

A man who doesn't suit shopping malls even more than me emerges from a women's specialty store.

This is a series of unbelievable things, but the presence of one person brings them into alignment.

"Wait, you guys were? No way...."

Yamamoto-san, looking downcast and awkward, and Suzuhara, bewildered but somewhat proud.

Before I could hear an answer, Suzuhara grabbed Yamamoto-san's hand and told me about the situation.

"Well, that's how it is."

Suzuhara puts his glasses back on with a wry smile.

Yamamoto-san and Suzuhara were dating?

The most beautiful girl in the school and a nerdy geek?

Seriously... I'm in so much shock...

"Y-yeah, t-that's right. Sorry, Sotomichi-kun."

Yamamoto-san apologized to me for some reason.

Did she think that I would be hurt by her silent relationship with Suzuhara?

That is correct.

In the past, I would have hit Suzuhara out of conditioned reflex.

If it weren't for Miyu's promise to introduce me to her friends, I might have severed ties with Suzuhara.

Either way, I'm envious.

I just don't know why.

It seems that Yamamoto-san is not very happy that her secret has been discovered.

-actually, hold up.

Yamamoto-san, even though you had a boyfriend, you did that kind of stuff to me yesterday?

"How long have you two been in this relationship?"

Hearing that, Yamamoto-san's face turned increasingly pale.

You seem to have grasped the meaning of my question.

If you just started dating today, there's no problem.

"A month ago. You guys keep being overly clingy with my Kanade."

The reason for Suzuhara's irritation was that he couldn't stand his girlfriend flirting with another man.

If so, that wouldn't be good.

Yamamoto-san had an excessive amount of physical contact with a man who was not even her boyfriend.

"What are you doing?"

Miyu came out of the store, and Suzuhara and Yamamoto-san's eyes were drawn to her.

Eyes of different colours were immediately directed at me, and this time I braced myself.

"Sotomichi-kun's girlfriend? Didn't you say you didn't have one in class?"

"I'm not lying. This is my little sister."

I wish she was my girlfriend, though.

I answer honestly without trying to show off.

It would be unbearable if strange rumours were to spread around the school.

"Little sister!? You, damn it... I didn't hear about anything like that..."

Why is Suzuhara so envious?

You have a girlfriend whose beauty is the envy of a hundred million people.

"I'm his little sister."

Miyu briefly introduced herself.

Miyu bowed and looked up at the beautiful Onee-san.

Correct, but strange.

"Is this person Yamamoto-san?"

Were you listening to the conversation or inferring from information?

As soon as Miyu asked me, she noticed Yamamoto-san's distinctive body parts and murmured, "It's huge..."

"Ah, yes, I am Yamamoto. Nice to meet you."

Yamamoto-san turned around, broke into a smile and muttered back, "Cute..."

"Onii-chan, and the guy with glasses over there."

"The name's Suzuhara."

Suzuhara mentioned his name with annoyance in his demeanor and glee in his voice.

"Suzuhara-san, I'm sorry, but could I borrow Yamamoto-san for about 30 minutes?"

"Huh? Well, fine. I'm not saying I don't like it, but why?"

"I want to talk to her."

When Miyu said that much, Yamamoto instantly responds, "I want to talk to little sister-san, too!" in a pressuring manner, causing Suzuhara to yield and nod.

"What's about dinner?"

"I'll eat with Yamamoto-san."

"If that's the case, surely we can all go together."

"We're obviously talking about something we don't want others hearing. Please understand."

"M-my bad."

In such an exchange between me and Miyu, Yamamoto-san smiled and relaxed her mouth, held hands with Miyu, and disappeared into the restaurant.

Suzuhara and I were left behind.

"Something like this happening... You're going to have to spit it out."

"I get it."

How did Yamamoto-san and Suzuhara end up dating?

I felt as if I had a freshly opened bag of mystery novels in front of me.