Chapter 495: To Some People, the Term ‘Sister’ Sounded Romantic!

Chapter 495: To Some People, the Term ‘Sister’ Sounded Romantic!

Maybe a Fake Gintama Chapter 495 To Some People, the Term 'Big Sister' Sounded Romantic!

Yoshiwara.

"No, it's a birthday present from Mommy-aru." Kagura narrowed her eyes, picked her nose with her left thumb, and reached out her right hand to Kawaki, sitting on the ground.

Looking at the gift box in Kagura's hand that had obviously been opened more than once and was still in tatters, Kawaki said expressionlessly, "Hey, isn't it a little different?"

Then, Kawaki took out a communicator from his bosom, showed a photo of an exquisite gift box, and continued, "It should be like this, right? Sister Kouka has already sent me a message in advance."

"There is no different-aru," Kagura said calmly, "Although the packaging looks tattered, it may have become like this due to bumps on the spacecraft. It's definitely not something because I want to open it out of curiosity, and it's definitely not accidentally run over by a large truck when delivering it here! And don't worry, the clothes inside are just a little stained and tattered. Just a little stitch would be enough-aru!"

"You just told me everything that happened!" Kawaki shouted angrily, but just as he finished speaking, Kawaki suddenly reacted, "Are they filled with clothes?"

"Ah, it's a changshan(the male equivalent of the women's cheongsam) made by Mommy herself-aru." Kagura casually replied, "Anyway, little uncle would not wear this kind of thing. After all, he had been wearing a kimono from the moment he appeared. You definitely would not want to wear this kind of thing-aru. So it doesn't matter even if it is broken."

"Indeed..." Kawaki took the gift box from Kagura and nodded subconsciously. Then, he suddenly reacted, "Hey, don't think of using this reason to escape the crime! It's my freedom to wear whatever clothes I want, but don't think about escaping the responsibility of ruining these clothes!"

"Tsk, it's not needed anyway~"Kagura spat and spread out her hands, saying indifferently, "Moreover, little uncle is almost thirty years old. There is no need for birthday gifts or anything like that."

"Kagura, your pocket money for next month will be halved." Kawaki glanced at Kagura indifferently.

"I don't want-aru!" Kagura instantly expressed her dissatisfaction. Both of her hands held Kawaki's shoulders. She thought she was acting spoiled, but in fact, she used a lot of strength to shake him. She cried, "You can't just deduct my pocket money for such reason-aru. Pocket money is the most important thing for a little girt this age! I don't get much salary. If I don't have any pocket money, I will definitely die-aru! No! Absolutely not! I can't lose even a penny-aru!"

"If you keep shaking, I might die... Kagura..." Kawaki reminded, "If I die, you won't have any pocket money from now on..."

"Little uncle~" Kagura instantly changed her method to covering her eyes and sobbing.

"Even if you put up this kind of acting, it's useless to me." Kawaki waved his hand and said casually, "I have long been immune to your tears."

"Tsk!"

"Hey, if you tsk again, you won't have any pocket money for the next month." Kawaki revealed a look of disdain, but then he suddenly thought of something and secretly curled his lips, "Well, that's what I say, but if you can remember what I say next, I can double your pocket money next month~."Geett the latest novels at novelhall.com

"Really-aru?!" Kagura was surprised.

"Yes, really." Kawaki nodded and cleared his throat. At the same time, he revealed a tender expression as he slowly explained, "Kagura, I'm sorry. I have never told you the truth. However, it might be the time to tell you the truth now! That's right! Your real father is not that baldy, but..."

Before Kawaki could finish speaking, Kawaki's forehead was stabbed by a Kunai. Along with the sound of gushing blood, Kawaki rolled his eyes and fell straight down into a pool of blood.

"Tsukki!" Kagura looked in the direction of the door and shouted in surprise.

Tsukuyo nodded slightly in response. Then, she looked at Kawaki, who was still twitching on the ground, with disdain. She faintly reminded, "Don't casually instill that kind of fabricated relationship in children."

"What fabricated?" The resurrected Kawaki pulled out the Kunai on his forehead and stood up. Then he angrily retorted, "Just wait until that baldy gets divorced! I will be Kagura's next father!"

"Kawaki!" Katsura's voice suddenly came from the side, "I didn't expect...I didn't expect that you had the same hobby as me! I'm really touched! We have known each other for so many years, why haven't you told me? Wouldn't it be better if you said this kind of thing earlier? You also like NTR and so on..."

"No, little uncle is just a sis-con-aru." Kagura squinted her eyes and reminded.

Looking at Katsura, standing outside the window and unable to stop crying, Kawaki said expressionlessly, "Who has the same hobby as you? And why can you come out so naturally at this time? Why are you still wearing women's clothing? There are too many places to retort, right?"

"I just..."

"That's enough!" Kawaki raised his hand to stop him, "Don't say anymore! I don't want to hear it at all!"

After saying that, Kawaki did not give Katsura a chance to speak again. He raised his hand and coughed. Two Hyakka members instantly appeared on both sides of Katsura. They picked up Katsura's arm skillfully and then instantly disappeared together with Katsura.

"You don't want to wear it anyway. So what if it's damage..." One of the Hyakka said indifferently. Then, she smiled and greeted Kawaki, "We're going to patrol. Goodbye, Kawaki-sama."

"Oh... oh..." Kawaki lowered his head and replied, "Do your best..."

...

"How can I repair it? Someone must be able to repair it!"

Kawaki locked the door and window. Then he took out his mobile phone and started searching for the correct sewing method, constantly learning.

Finally, after a whole day of hard work and pricking his fingers countless times, Kawaki successfully repaired the light cyan changshan.

If you ignore the blood stains on the dress, the repairs look decent.

However, even if the repair was completed, Kawaki faced a new problem: whether he should try it on or not.

'Now that everyone is gone and no one can see it, there is no problem in simply trying it on, right?' Kawaki looked at the light cyan changshan hanging on the wall before him. He pinched his chin and thought to himself, 'Of course, it's not that I want to try it on myself. I feel that I can't disappoint Sister Kouka. It's fine to try it when no one else, right?'

After convincing himself in his heart, Kawaki slowly took off the kimono on his body and swallowed his saliva. Then he tried to reach out to the light cyan changshan before him.

"Hey, dinner is ready..." Tsukuyo's voice came from the door, along with the sound of the door being opened.

Shocked, Kawaki looked at Tsukuyo, who was at the door, and hurriedly explained, "That's not what you think! I definitely didn't want to wear this changshan! I just simply felt hot! I just felt that I didn't need to wear a kimono in my room!"

"Well, whatever you want. Come out and eat."

...

Dinner time.

Kawaki secretly observed Tsukuyo's reaction while eating the food in his bowl. When he saw that Tsukuyo was acting as usual, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

'Alright! It seems that I haven't been suspected! As expected of me, my acting skills are flawless!'

"Um, Brother Kawaki..." Seita suddenly asked, "You kept glancing at Sister Tsukuyo from time to time. What happened to the two of you?"

"No, no, no! Nothing!" Kawaki quickly replied.

Hearing this, Tsukuyo glanced at Kawaki indifferently.

After dinner, Kawaki slipped back to his room without any hesitation. After locking the door, he came to the wall in the living room with the light cyan changshan hanging on it without any hesitation.

Without thinking, Kawaki took off his kimono and reached out to take the changshan off. However, before he could try it on, the voice of the hemorrhoid ninja suddenly sounded behind him.

"Hey, do you want to wear that?"

"Why are you here?" Kawaki staggered and turned around to complain to Zenzou.

"Ah, I was just passing by and wanted to borrow the toilet." Zenzou replied honestly, "But then again, do you really want to wear that kind of thing? No matter how you look at it, it doesn't suit you, right? And it's too dirty, right? There seems to be blood on it..."

"How... how is this possible? Hahaha..." Kawaki rubbed his head and laughed, "I just want to take this dress run over by the big truck and dyed red with blood...yes... take it... take it away, ahahaha..."

"Ah, so it's like that." Zenzou suddenly covered his stomach as he spoke, revealing a painful expression, "Can I borrow the toilet? I can't help it anymore..."

"Ah, feel free to use it..."