CH 35

Going to Make Fun of The Reportedly Gloomy Older Brother (Special Part 4)

Translated by HamletJr

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“S-Sorry for the coarse tea…”

““Thank you very much!””

I took them into the living room and had them all sit around a small tea table.

I poured myself a glass of barley tea as I shook―no, trembled―at the prospect of the abusive language the girls would use on me.

There was absolutely no way I was feeling excited right now.

“……”

“……”

The room was completely silent as I placed everyone’s glasses of tea in front of them.

―Eh? Do I have to be the one to start the conversation?

That’s impossible, you know? Even though they are my juniors, there’s no way I can initiate a conversation with a girl.

But life was cruel, and no conversation started at all.

All three of the girls just glanced at me, their faces reddening.

Perhaps Akane had told them how fed up she was with me and now they were getting angry at me to the point where their faces turned red.

I mustn’t stay passive like this forever; the game’s already started.

First, I have to probe the other party with a verbal jab…!

―That, and the atmosphere was just getting plain awkward.

“W-Well then… What business do you have wi―”

“Onii-san, do you have a girlfriend~?”

Tamura countered my jab with a full body blow.

It pierced my liver so sharply that I stopped breathing for a moment.

There’s no way I’d have a girlfriend or anything like that.

I’m a regular member of the “Single Men on Christmas” association every year.

But I can’t let them take me down like this.

I smiled, trying to feign composure.

“A-Ahaha… I wonder~?”

“Eeeh~? What do you mean~? C’mon, tell me please~.”

I somehow managed to dodge her and escape to the corner, but Moritani-san was right on my tail.

This is bad. With the way things are going right now, they’re going to turn me into a punching bag with their words until I get KO’ed.

Also, why were the buttons on all three girls’ shirts unbuttoned?

Weren’t they buttoned tightly before I went to get the tea and glasses?

All three of them had very large chests, so if they loosen their shirts―

“Ah! There’s a guitar here! Are you a musician too, by any chance?”

As I was about to be swallowed up by my ulterior motives, Yamamoto-san suddenly asked me with a twinkle in her eyes.

When I turned to see what she was looking at…

I saw the acoustic guitar I left propped up next to the TV, which I used for composing music.