Chapter 49: Don’t Call It Lonely Misery

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Of all times, of course, the only available seat is near the second NTR Girl.

Well, our eyes met, so it would be rude to ignore her. Maybe I should at least exchange some pleasantries.

“Hey, Kojima-san. What a coincidence. What are you drinking?”

“…Hot milkshake.”

“…”

“…”

Damn, I shouldn't have struck up a conversation. I should have known from past experience that talking with Kojima-san goes nowhere without a topic.

I remember thinking she was not so friendly at first.

Since Kojima-san prefers tea, it’s rare to see her at a Smatabucks. If she were drinking something like nettle tea or nekolare tea, it would make more sense, but a hot milkshake?

…

It’s a well-known fact that the only sources of hot milk are tits or dicks. Who was the first to call it “cock milk”? If I find out, I’ll give them the Ig Nobel Peace Prize.

While pondering this irrelevant thought, Ange came up from behind with drinks.

“Onii-chan, you haven’t taken a seat yet? Just pick one…”

She seemed to notice Kojima-san too.

Holding drinks in both hands, she stared at Kojima-san.

“…”
“…”

Oh, Kojima-san averted her eyes. Weak.

Looks like Ange’s gaze won.

“…Onii-chan, there’s an open seat over there. Let’s go.”

“H-hey.”

Ange, ignoring Kojima-san, took a seat diagonally across from her. I reluctantly followed.

Sitting down, Ange seemed quite pleased with her Frappuccino.

“Well, let’s dig in.”

“Sure, enjoy.”

Ange, looking delightedly at her Frappuccino, glanced at Kojima-san. 

It’s annoying, but since it doesn’t cause any real harm, I might as well chat with Ange.

“Yesterday was fun, right? Did you have a good time, Onii-chan?”

“Yeah, I had a great time too.”

‘…Yesterday was fun…!?’

…Or so I thought, but I could faintly hear someone mumbling.

Bothersome people tend to talk to themselves a lot, even when no one is listening.

“It was really moving. It was Ange’s first time at a non-conveyor belt sushi restaurant.”

“Ah, yeah, it was my first time in a while too. Definitely expensive.”

‘Non-conveyor… First time… Maybe she’s talking about bed? But there are no revolving beds anywhere nowadays… How niche…’

There’s a college girl immediately associating non-conveyor with beds. What era did she time-travel from? Well, it’s harmless.

“…Anyway. Don’t leave it unwashed again, alright? Next time, you won’t get off with just a spanking.”

‘Spanking!? What kind of advanced play is that… Unwashed? Does he mean… orally?’

“Hey, Onii-chan, don’t say embarrassing things out loud.”

‘Out loud!? Embarrassing!? Does she swallow it properly…?’

“You idiot, I want to praise myself for not spitting it out.”

‘Oh… He didn’t spit it out… But himself? Could he have learned yoga to suck himself…? What an eco-friendly way to m********e…’

Listening to this misunderstanding silently, I was about to lose my patience.

“Alright, Onii-chan. As an apology, I’ll make something delicious for you next time.”

“I hope so. I don’t want to discipline you through food again.”

“Ha ha. Well, I guess if it’s you, Onii-chan, I’d forgive anything, as long as you don’t hate me.”

“…I could never hate you.”

“…Really? That makes me happy.”

While having this intimate conversation that could thicken a spermacchiato, Kojima-san suddenly stood up. 

Startled by the abruptness, I glanced at her face, which had turned a bit pale for some reason.

I thought she might be feeling unwell.

“…So after punishing each other, the brother and sister have sex… I guess it’s like ‘Eat me (heart)’… This is the bond of trust between siblings… Compared to that…I’m…’

“What is she saying?”

I felt bad for worrying. How long is she going to misunderstand?

She staggered out of Smatabucks, leaving peace in her wake.