Oneshot: The Story of How My Greedy Sister Took Everything and Made Me Happy

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Translator: Soafp

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My name is Megumi. Maybe because I’m “not blessed” in various ways, even my parents only call me Meg. I can’t help but think that if they’re not going to use my full name, they shouldn’t have given it to me in the first place. And I believe this is all because of my sister. [Megumi = blessing]

Even now, my sister barges into my room and is opening a box on my desk without permission.

“Meg, this bag is really nice. Can I use it?”

Before I can say anything, my sister Non already has the bag in her hands. Seeing her nails, polished with fresh nail polish, scraping against the surface of the bag, makes me nervous.

“Hey, that bag is a gift from Yukito-san, and I just got it yesterday, you know?”

My sister, who is two years older than me, is Nozomi. “Nozomi” (wish or desire), who always wants everything. As for me, I made the firm decision long ago that I would only ever call her “Non.”

I made that decision when I was still little.

Either way, it's not like she listens to a word I say. To my sister, who wants everything, the brand-name bag I received as a birthday gift from my boyfriend is already treated as if it's hers.

By the way, Non’s gifts to me every year are always old sweaters, handed over with, “I think this would look great on you, Meg.” They’re all clothes that our parents bought a long time ago with the idea that “you sisters should share them.”

Of course, it's clear from the look on Non's face that she has no intention of giving the bag back, just like always.

“Don't worry, I'll take good care of it.”

That's not really the point, but refusing would just lead to her throwing a huge tantrum. Both Mom and Dad are completely fed up with Non’s constant demands, so even if I complain, they'll just say, “It's fine, just lend it to her.”

And that's how the bag will never come back. Ever since I was in elementary school, any gifts I received, or things I bought with my allowance, were snatched away by Non.

Even the brand-name scarf I bought with my first paycheck was used by Non when she was doing her makeup. She used it to protect her clothes from getting foundation on them. When she returned it to me, it was covered in foundation, and of course, no amount of cleaning could get the stains out.

High school was the worst.

I had agreed to help out as a manager for the boys' basketball team at the request of a friend. It was fun cheering up close for such intense plays.

The captain, who played center, confessed his feelings for me, and we started dating. I had a bad feeling, so I didn't tell anyone at home, but I later found out that he had told people in his class about us.

Unfortunately, Non was in the same class as him.

Before I knew it, Non started coming to watch the basketball games. After that, his texts became less frequent, and we stopped going out on dates, even on our rare days off.

“Sorry, I’m going to date your sister.”

On the day of our graduation ceremony, I got dumped. He had the nerve to say that while he was two-timing. All I could do was laugh dryly.

After that, I threw myself into studying, desperate to get into a better, higher-ranked university than Non, who went to a women's college.

Non, who had grown even more stylish as a college student, casually dumped that guy and started dating a student from a top-tier university. I couldn't care less who “my sister” dated, as long as it didn't affect me.

Come to think of it, that ex-boyfriend even tried to get back together with me. Of course, I turned him down with, “One hand-me-down from my sister is enough, thanks.”

That's right.

Being two years younger than her, I often ended up with her hand-me-downs. And Non was good at getting what she wanted. She had Dad, Mom, and even our grandmother, who we visited occasionally, buying her new clothes one after another.

“We're going to share them between us, so it's okay to buy something nice, right?”

That was Non's favorite line.

Technically, we did share clothes. But the reality was that Non only shared the frumpy clothes she didn't like, while keeping all the brand-name and cute items to herself.

There was no point in holding a grudge about how my requests to have clothes bought for me were always ignored.

Then came adulthood.

Non got a job as a customer service operator at a credit company. To be honest, the salary wasn't great, and from the very first day, she complained about how tough it was dealing with angry customers.

Within a year, I could tell Non was eyeing “marriage” as a way out of her job. But the workplace was mostly women and older men.

She seemed to be using dating apps as well, but couldn't find anyone she really liked.

I started to become wary of my sister’s “desire.”

By then, I was already in my senior year of college.

In high school, I studied incredibly hard and, thanks to that, I was able to get into a prestigious university. I also secured an internship that eventually led to an offer from a major trading company.

Non's eyes were always gleaming as she watched me, and it was frightening.

When I suggested living on my own, my parents strongly opposed it. In reality, living alone would have been extremely difficult financially.

There were two difficult problems to face: the struggles my sister had faced and the financial difficulties of living alone.

In the end, there wasn't much choice since my parents were adamantly against it.

Soon after I started my job, I met someone.

A senior, Yukito-san, who worked as an executive at a manufacturing company, took a liking to me and aggressively pursued me. Despite attending a lower-tier university, he was well-connected through his father, who was a major figure at a business partner company, so his future was set for success.

He had spent his college years partying, and being handsome, he was skilled at handling women. He knew exactly how to make them happy on dates, and he always gave trendy brand-name gifts.

For a woman from a girls’ college, he probably seemed like the perfect catch.

Yes, the one I needed to be most cautious of, the one who had stolen everything from me before, was Non.

I slowly began dating Yukito after being pursued by him. Given that he was well-experienced with relationships, it wasn't surprising that he grew frustrated with my refusal to even kiss him. It wasn't long before he started to talk about marriage. The clever part was that he would mention marriage but never actually propose.

After visiting his home and meeting his parents, I realized just how affluent and well-established his family was.

After gaining approval from his parents, I formally began dating him, still maintaining my stance on not kissing him.

“I won't do anything until we’re married, understand?”

I said this multiple times, and to him, I was “an extremely old-fashioned woman” which only made him more intrigued.

Of course, being in a relationship with the goal of marriage meant regular dates and receiving gifts, which were fun. His dating skills seemed to come from his college days.

“If Non finds out about this, she'll definitely try to steal him away.”

Before I agreed to date him, I made sure to research everything, using the trading company’s resources to learn more about his father’s company.

This was a battle that I couldn't afford to lose.

I told Non nothing, as usual, and tried to keep it hidden as much as possible. However, it was unavoidable when I had to introduce him as my “fiancé” to my family.

Once she knew his name, it was only a matter of time before she started searching him online. Non quickly found Yukito's social media account.

“He's such a handsome boyfriend. You should have introduced him to me sooner,” she said with a sly smile, but I simply ignored her. Responding would only reveal things to her.

I thought she would be quiet for a while, but then came a comment from her.

“I didn't know you were so close with your sister.”

I kind of “knew” what he meant by that, but I smiled politely to brush it off.

“You really have a caring big sister. You must be lucky to have such a kind sister.”

Apparently, he was trying to keep his correspondence secret from me. When I looked at Non’s social media, the hints were getting stronger in various photos.

At the same time, I sensed that Yukito was becoming more critical of me.

Apparently, she was telling him things that weren’t true.

Non’s way of “sister-bashing and self-promotion” is so refined that it’s a work of art, so it’s easy to fool an ordinary person.

A kind older sister who dotes on her younger sibling.

An arrogant younger sister who takes it for granted that her older sister will always support her.

No matter how much I explain, it’s difficult to change this misunderstanding or the narrative that Non has created.

Things with Yukito were progressing gradually toward marriage. It was time to take decisive and firm action.

One day, I confronted Non directly.

“Hey, you know I’m dating him, right? He should be officially proposing soon. With his family background, don’t do anything inappropriate in front of my family.”

“Ara ara, don't worry. I'm just talking about all the good things about you, Meg.”

The moment I mentioned marriage, I saw her eyes light up.

It's true. Yukito is an employee at a major trading company, making a good salary. His father is a well-off executive at a manufacturing company.

I knew he seemed like the perfect marriage candidate.

To Non, he must have seemed like the most desirable thing she had ever wanted.

And finally, Yukito and I made our engagement official. His expression wasn't very bright, which irritated me, but I had to hold my ground. If worse comes to worst, I could always reverse everything.

I still had to endure.

Not even a month later, he asked to break up. Of course, standing next to him with a triumphant smile was Non.

Haa…

I knew it would end like this.

Even my father and mother were furious. I asked him not to contact me again and backed down on the condition that I would miss the wedding.

During the conversation with Non, I repeatedly had to slap my own cheek, trying not to show my emotions.

No, I mustn't let my feelings show here.

I had to hold on.

Perhaps trying to avoid future problems, Yukito's father gave me a small “settlement” that might have been his way of trying to protect himself.

Six months later, a lavish wedding took place between Non and my ex. Non, with a look of triumph, was off on her honeymoon with him.

They went to Europe for two weeks.

I, on the other hand, couldn't take time off. I was buried in paperwork and overtime, handling the aftermath of his father's company's bankruptcy.

Actually, I had been aware of it through the trading company’s information network for quite some time. That’s why I was able to sense that “it’s coming soon.”

And, Yukito is the typical “favoritism hire” at a large trading company. To put it simply, he is a connection hire through his father’s company. Now that the other company has gone under, he will likely be transferred to a related company in the countryside.

An even bigger problem is that Yukito’s mother was extremely attached to her son. Since he is also a severe mama’s boy, rather than going to the countryside with his new wife, he will be forced to stay with his parents. So, it was no surprise that he would be pressured to quit his job.

It was understandable that Non wanted a divorce, but given the circumstances of their marriage, both her father and mother strongly opposed her decision, saying, “If you’re going to divorce, don’t come back home.”

Naturally, Yukito’s mother also seems unwilling to let go, saying, “You married my dear little boy, so you’re staying with us.”

Well, it’s a good thing…

My sister wanted “that.”

I had been pretending to date him and endured everything from the start, so now I could smile. That's why I never allowed a kiss, even when marriage was on the table.

Now, I am in a happy relationship with a senior I met on a project. He's ordinary in appearance, but he's excellent, hardworking, and trustworthy.

And now, my sister can't reach the man I'm with.