Chapter 15 – [Honestly, Don’t You Have a Younger Sister? It Doesn’t Make Sense to Have It Lol]

“Hey, let’s remember that.”
“… What are you talking about?
“…Why?”
“No, who likes it when you remake it after serializing well? Who will watch it again from the beginning? Even if it’s like me, if you suddenly remake it, then I’ll get off. Then you’re going to feed me Huh? If you remake it, you’ll never earn as much as you do now?”
“Isn’t that overdoing it?”
“I bet you don’t even know shit.”

The request for amendment may have simply been a means to annoy her brother.
However, when I heard that it was a remake, I first thought that it would be nice if it was something like that.

“… Hey, I just had a good idea.”
“Ah, please… Lime said he wouldn’t even search.”

A flashing thought flashed through my head when my brother said that a remake is not allowed even if I die.

“Side story. How is your sister’s side story?”
“… What are you talking about? There’s still a long way to go on the main story, so why are you writing an aide now?”
“No, it’s a harem right now. Looking at the comments, Park Eun-young is the most popular. How about writing an anecdote about pure love?”
“… You, do you even read the comments? Wow… Please don’t do that, huh?”
“Ah, that’s okay. Let’s write an anecdote about my sister Sunae?”

I put myself on top of my brother again.
And this time, he wraps his arms around his neck and starts choking.

“Ah, shit… Ee, don’t do this… Suck!”
“Do it. Say you’re writing an aiden quickly.”

I feel my brother’s hard back through my chest.
My hips was also being rubbed against my brother’s ass.
Somewhere near the neck, a familiar and warm body odor vibrates.

By the way, that body odor was like the smell of chestnut flowers I mentioned last time.
The smell, which I thought was disgusting, now felt like a scent.

“Huh, huh! Hah!”
“You’ll die at this rate, huh? That’s why, say you’ll quickly surrender and write an anecdote…!”

I bring my lips to my ears for no reason so that I can hear it well.
My lips brushed past my ears.
It was so hot that I felt like I had been burned.

“… Ha, I will!
“You said you did!? I heard you, huh?”
“Uh, yes… I did, I did… !”

My brother was nodding his head.
And I loosened my hand from the neck that had been strangling me for a while.
Just like before, I put my brother on my hip and sit under me.

“Haa… What a crazy bitch….”

Slap-

“Stop cursing.”
“… You do more.”
“Heh, hee hee… Let’s eat.”

Somehow I felt better.
And 486 ways to fuck her younger sister – I’m deep in thought about the tag of the side story.

*

The cock that had been fully erected while having those fuckers became quiet.
So I was able to go outside calmly with my ‘younger sister’ pulling my hand.

However, it is more worrying to take this as comfort.
That would be the case, and I didn’t intend to do a remake that didn’t even sound like a word, even if a knife came into my throat.
Although I was a little shocked at the word “Younger sister” As a side story, I couldn’t help but worry.

“Hey, but… I can’t even write one episode a day, so how do I write two?”
“Sleep less.”
“…Still, people should sleep for five or six hours…”
“Even if you reduce it more, you won’t die. But, don’t you use a side story? Then you’ll die from me.”
“…I wonder if this is what I’m going to do…”
“You fucking talk about other people’s business? I’m really serious.”
“… It’s someone else’s business. It’s fucking mine.”
“Okay. Then I’ll draw a free illustration every 20 episodes.”
“… Hey, that’s not the point.”
“Isn’t that fucking important?”
“…”

Frankly, it’s tempting.
Since the price per illustration was not cheap, there are only 15 high-quality illustrations based on the completion of 300 episodes.

“Hey, but it can’t be. Isn’t this something you can write just because you want to write something like an anecdote?”
“No, the writer said he would write it, but what the hell is wrong with it.”
“Yeah, the readers of the main story might be uncomfortable because of the side story. The existence of the side story can be unpleasant enough? It’s the same for me as well.”
“Aren’t you making an excuse for the reader?”
“Really. Seriously. And this is just a wild word to do a pure love drift in side story, but if you are branded as a drift writer, you’ll be really fucked? You didn’t even read the comments.”
“Ah, that…”
“You said you didn’t really know what the fuck was going on, so you figured out the situation right away and fixed everything right away after getting your head hammered on the same day?
“…Then, anyway, if the readers want it, I’ll write it.”
“No, well… That’s right. But, since most of the harem readers are… It’s not that easy.”

I explained it in the best possible way so that I could fully understand it.
However, the ‘little sister”s desire for side stories was not broken in the slightest.

“And you said you would. You promised me, so don’t let it go.
“Haha… What’s the use of what I said so far?”

No matter how much I thought about it, I could only picture a future where I would be screwed in many ways.
So it was when I was sighing or taking a deep breath in frustration.

“…Let’s post an announcement today. It’s an abduction vote. And unconditionally, by majority.”
“No. Even half of it is not enough to curse. It must be overwhelming, and there must be no noise.”
“Haha… What’s so difficult. But, there can be no noise at all.”
“That’s right. That’s why it’s awkward to touch abduction.”

My mouth was watering at the free illustrations, but now was just right.
It’s the best and best for me to just write the main story as I normally do.

“Okay. Okay, so let’s write a notice first. Then, after looking at the situation, talk again.”
“Hey, but… First of all, at the point of posting the notice, you’ll be scolded again for seeing it…?”
“Oh my god… You want to curse at that? Since you wrote a novel like a fucking novel, it’s okay to curse at that level. Or would you like to go to the police station with me? How’s the joke?”
“Haa… I’m going crazy.”

In addition, Mogol becomes apologetic at the attitude of the ‘younger sister’ who mentions the police station with a hidden camera.
And sweat was dripping down his forehead.

“… If the response is not good, a notice will be taken down right away? And one illustration for every 10 episodes.”
“Ha! What a thief, Simbo.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Second.”

In a situation where I didn’t know what would happen, I told my ‘younger sister’ with the intention of tearing out more illustrations.

“Call. Hurry up and post a notice.”
“Whoa…”

Surprisingly, thanks to the ‘younger sister’ who readily accepted this, I ended up writing a notice in the main story.

[Please vote for abduction!]

[Hello, sister lover.
The reason I’m leaving a sudden notice like this is to seek opinions from the readers first, because I’m thinking of writing an anecdote of ‘486 Ways to Fuck My Little Sister’.

The specific direction of the abduction has not been decided yet, but since before, people have said that it is not worthy of the title, so if I were to write it, it would be a pure love story for my younger sister.

I think this kind of news can be a little sudden.
That’s why I want to get the reaction of the readers first through voting.

If you want to see the younger sister pure love, recommend it in the first comment.
If you don’t want to see it that much, please recommend it for number 2!]

“Hey, I posted it. I just posted my comment”
“Oh… Check the comments.”
“Not yet. Whoa, I can’t see it. You see and tell me.”
“Do you want to keep beating yourself up over something insignificant?
“Keeper, it’s not a concept, it’s fucking serious? Do you know how I feel? It’s a relief if you don’t hear this brain teasing sound?”
“Ah, that has nothing to do with me. Look at the comments quickly.”

‘Little sister’ patted me on the back.
My head is pounding at comments I haven’t seen yet.

“See you soon.”
“Whoa…”

Then, in the following month, I closed one eye and pressed refresh.
In addition to the comments I posted, there were many other comments.

“Wow, you’ve already run 20?”
“Ah, crazy… I can’t really see… “
“Please scroll up. I can’t see your comments because I’m pushed.”
“Ugh, ugh…”

I slowly scrolled up with my eyes closed.
The comments caught my eye, but I didn’t bother reading them.

“The response is good? No, what kind of essay is it…”
“Can, essay?”
“Uh. Finally, the comments said that it was a real essay…”
“Oh, fuck…”
“Fuck? Are you making a fucking sound now?”

Something felt strange.
Occasionally, I saw drip-like comments asking if it was an essay.

However, at that time, strictly speaking, it wasn’t an essay… So I just laughed and passed it on.

However, the shape has changed slightly now.
No one knows what direction the writing will be headed, but the form of essay is definitely closer than ever.

“Uh… Now number 1 has 50 recommendations, and number 2 has no recommendations at all?”
“… Gee, really?”
“Uh. Cohesiveness sucks… Ah, shit… Stop squinting and look at it?”

Once again, the ‘sister’s’ hand taps my back.
Then, I opened my half-closed eyes right away and faced the comment window.

[Little sister lover: No. 1] [Recommended: 50]
[Little sister lover: No. 2] [Recommended: 0]

[Dina:haha]

[Crow Cookie: Bring it now!!!]

[Cloneku: Honestly, don’t you have a younger sister? It doesn’t make sense to have ithahaI recommend it like a dog]
B [John’s Life: Isn’t it because I have a younger sister? Not that lol]

[Kakiz: How serious are you about your close relatives? I’ll follow you!]

The comments were all friendly.
To the point where I want to be like this.

And every time I hit refresh, the number 1 recommendation started to increase at a tremendous speed.

“Hey, I’m writing an aide now.”
“Ah, this… Is not the reaction I expected… “

Occasionally there were negative comments.
Comments saying that if the main story was suspended for writing an anecdote, the limbs would be torn apart, especially stood out.

“Really, two episodes a day is shit Evande.”
“Ah, damn… What is a boy talking about so much. If you don’t want to use it, go to the police station.”

A police station or two serials a day?
Maybe the answer has already been decided.