I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 64

The preciousness of a swimsuit episode, 300 liters.

“Onii-chan~! Hurry up!”

Under the blue sky, white clouds, and a crab tied with a string… Unya-sensei, wearing sunglasses, is relaxing on a beach chair on the sandy beach where a peach parasol and tropical juice are set up, reading a book written in English.

“Do you want to become a freeloader too?”

The Aloha Canio, tied up with a string and scurrying around at my feet, doesn’t answer my question but continues to munch on something, making a rustling sound.

“Onii-chan!”

Sumire, wearing a fluttering bikini that reminds me of pink petals, is dressed in a swimsuit that is too revealing for a middle school student. She pulls on the shoulder straps, showing off her tanned skin from the past few days, and grins while showing off her perfectly white tan lines.

“I made it waterproof, a cute little sister body… Are you excited?”

No thanks to oily little sisters.

“It’s new! New! I chose a cute one to match the heroine of the manga you were reading. It’s cute, right? I’m a proud sister, right? You love me, right? I love you, Onii-chan!”

“Yes, yes, I love you, I love you.”

“Onii-chan’s tsundere! But I love that part too!”

Pressing her well-developed chest against me, my sister blatantly tries to appeal with sexiness. Being kind to her because she’s family has resulted in raising her into such a brocon, which is my biggest stain.

“Hey! Let’s play in the sea, Onii-chan! When I first came to your house, you took me to the sea, remember? Let’s play together like that time, okay?”

As for me, who has been entrusted with the important mission of walking Aloha Canio, I don’t have time to play in the sea with my sister. My dream is to take care of her and turn this Canio into a crab pot in front of Unya-sensei, who has been pampering her.

That’s right, I’ll turn it into a miso soup with no royalties.

“O… Onii-chan?”

My sister, who tilts her head as if to gauge my mood, desperately pulls on the hem of her clothes and begins to move her mouth with a dim look in her eyes.

“Onii-chan, don’t abandon me, okay? I can’t live without you. Please, always be by my side, okay? Why… why does it take three seconds for you to respond? Normally, you reply in an average of 1.6 seconds, right? Please don’t leave me, Onii-chan. If there’s anything wrong with me, I’ll fix it all. I’ll be a good girl, so please stay with me.”

Ah, that’s right, when I stayed out without permission before, she was like this too.

It’s definitely troublesome, but she’s still my precious sister. Even if I failed in raising her, I should take responsibility and do my best as a handsome older brother.

“Sumire, I have a favor to ask.”

“O-Onii-chan, what!? I’m just an ordinary little sister, but I’ll do anything for you!?”

My sister, who clings to the light of hope that has been offered to her, approaches me and says, “Okay… thank you, Onii-chan…” with a modest expression, her hands clasped behind her back.

“I want to drink 300 liters of tropical juice made by my favorite little sister in one go.”

My sister, who vanished like a gust of wind, sprinted with all her might to Fiene’s villa to make tropical juice. As she was doing so, her eyes sparkled with the role she’d imposed upon herself, and she left footprints of impressive depth on the sandy beach.

It’s really troublesome to deal with Sumire when she’s in lonely mode. By the time she returns after making 300 liters of juice as I ordered, her beloved brother’s figure will probably have disappeared.

Goodbye, Sumire…

“I made it!!”

Can you please stop with the super-fast movements uncharacteristic of a normal little sister?

“I thought something like this might happen, so I made a lot of tropical juice the day before!”

How many “something like this might happen” scenarios do you have in mind?

A jeep with tires changed for driving on the beach invades the peaceful sandy beach while making engine noises.

The tropical juice packed into 10-liter containers is brought in one after another, as if in a bucket relay, by muscular butlers. 300 liters of it is lined up in front of a smiling Sumire.

“I put my love in it and made it with all my effort!”

300 liters of love (movie adaptation decided).

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!”

A chugging call led by Sumire involving the butlers begins.

Avoiding my puzzled gaze, Yura, who had sneakily blended into the group, mixes a mysterious drug into the tropical juice and naturally joins the chugging call.

“Chug… chug… chug… eh, ehehe… when, when Akira-sama drinks this… a fresh Akira-sama, the second package’s improvement will progress… ehe…”

Yura, who is wearing a straw hat and a pure white one-piece, is certainly a pretty girl. However, her figure, excited by the rising expectations, blushing and glaring at us with bloodshot eyes, is like a demon.

“One, one Akira-sama per household… Akira-sama’s glory, spreads all over the world… e, environmental pollution is improved… w, wars are ended… world peace comes…!”

Don’t try to save the world with me without paying royalty.

“Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug!!”

As if saying they won’t let me say I can’t drink anymore, Sumire and Yura corner me with loud voices.

It seems they’re determined to make me chug the tropical juice, so I sigh and open my mouth.

“Alright, I’ll drink. But it’s hard to drink as it is and lacks a performance. Prepare a plastic pool for me. Fiene had one, right?”

A large plastic pool, which was prepared because Fiene wanted to enjoy a Japanese-style summer vacation, is prepared. The butlers, who are good at their work, repeatedly use an air pump made by a foreign manufacturer, and the plastic pool inflates in no time.

“It’s dangerous if it’s not stable, can you dig a hole in the beach and fix the plastic pool there? And it’s hot today, so do it on the shore. I’m going to drink 300 liters, so it’s better to be a little cooler during that time.”

Sumire, who doesn’t care as long as I chug, accommodates all my requests and starts pouring the tropical juice into the plastic pool. She seems to be serious about shoving 300 liters into my stomach, probably because she loves feeding me her homemade food.

“Alright, then, let’s drink.”

This plastic pool is a two-chamber model. In other words, there are two holes to put air in, and the upper and lower layers of the plastic pool are separated, and each is inflated by air.

A plastic pool with this structure keeps the air in the upper layer from escaping even if the air in the lower layer is released. In other words, even if the air hole in the lower layer is left open, the upper layer remains inflated, so no one can tell if the lower half is buried in sand like now.

Moreover, this is the shore. The sand beach will discolor due to the change in water content when it absorbs the tropical juice, but it should be mistaken as something changed by seawater.

As I pretended to help bury the plastic pool, I pulled out the plug of the air hole in the lower layer. I continued pretending to drink along with the slowly decreasing tropical juice… and as if to say I couldn’t drink anymore, I sat down on my butt, acted as if I was going to throw up, saying “Oh, ehh.”

“I can’t anymore, 300 liters is too much. You guys finish the rest, it was delicious, Sumire.”

“…Did you really drink it? Your stomach isn’t bloated at all…”

“Sumire, your swimsuit is cute. It suits you.”

The moment I said that, Sumire’s skin flushed, and my sister, who had her hands behind her back, squirmed and said “Yeah… thank you, Onii-chan…” in a virtuous way.

I, who was saved by my sister’s easy-to-fool nature, decided to leave the rest in the plastic pool to the sandy beach and staff (butlers), and headed to the teacher before Yura, who was watching over here with excitement, could get involved.

“Sensei, your body shape is nice.”

“If you’re trying to compliment me with that, start over from kindergarten in your flirting studies.”

Unya-sensei, who is wearing a white bikini and an aloha shirt, raises her sunglasses and smiles at me.

“Well then. I’ll give some advice like a homeroom teacher to a troubled boy who brought a crab instead of the turtle he helped.”

Sipping the tropical juice placed on the side table, the teacher hands it to me with a smile.

“Rehydrate properly and go to Minatsuki and Fiene’s place. You’re probably the only one who can solve their deep-seated problem.”

“I’m fine with 30,000 yen.”

When I held out my palm, Unya-sensei sighed and tickled my stomach with her toes.

“I said advice. You don’t have to follow it, but if you don’t, I’ll reveal your trick to Sumire. She’s smart, so she probably has a clue, but because she can’t doubt her brother, it’ll delay her checking the plastic pool.”

“At your age, you’re threatening me. As the representative of the thirties who bear Japan, it’s embarrassing– I’ll gladly go.”

A single woman lifted the side table with one hand and threatened with a smile, Will there ever be a day when a ring fits on that left ring finger?

“You’re a good kid when you’re honest. Whether it’s shyness or what, it’s a bad habit to try to use people.”

I approached her as she beckoned, and she stroked my head with her soft hand and reprimanded me with a gentle expression.

“You’re basically a good-hearted kid. If you try to face someone seriously, I’m sure you can become kind.”

Why can’t I be kind even though I’m seriously facing my remaining life?

“Are you thinking of something silly again? That’s another bad habit of yours, making light of things. Well, that’s okay, go ahead.”

Pon! She tapped my head and resumed her reading. I was pissed off at her nonchalant attitude, so I brought my face close and kissed her cheek.

At that moment, she suddenly looked up, recognized what happened to her… blushed, and covered her face with a book.

“…This idiot.”

Seeing her reaction, which seemed like she had zero experience in romance, I felt like I had found the only way to counterattack Unya-sensei and grinned– I fled from the spot under her gaze, sticky with pitch-black emotions.

Sumire and Yura, without even blinking or letting out a faint voice, kept staring at my retreating back.