Chapter 18 – I… Hey, I’m Telling You About the Woman

I was the same as usual.
I sit at my desk and pound hard on my keyboard.

The monitor, which was so pure white, gradually turns speckled black as I write the story.
Through the slightly open door, someone’s footsteps were getting closer.

So, like a habit, I press [Alt] + [Tap] To hide the screen.
And I was staring at the door to greet that someone.

I profit—

“…Why?”
“Oh, nothing else…”

Of course, it was the ‘younger sister’ who showed her face.
The two of us looked at each other and our gazes intertwined in the air.

“…”
“…”

There was an air current flowing that couldn’t be explained in words, and we could feel it again.

“What, what… Didn’t you say you were uploading episode 1 today?”
“Uh… I did. I’m going to upload up to episode 3 at once, why?”

It was kind of embarrassing.
So they even sent me an email to check it out.
And when I said okay, I wondered if there were any other changes.

“No, I guess I’ll use the cover I used before…”
“Ah… Should I do that for now? Or should I just leave it empty?”
“…Yeah. It’s almost finished, so don’t use the old one… Use a new one…”
“Then thank you for me.”
“…”

There was silence again.
And the ‘younger sister’ business must have come to an end, but it seems that there is something to say with her lips moving.

“… Again, why?”

We were pretending to be indifferent to each other.
To be precise, I dismissed it as something that hadn’t happened, and there was a slight sense of distance that didn’t exist.

Anyway, I didn’t bother to mention it… The ‘little sister’ was the first to bring it up again.

“Hey, haven’t you ever touched bo, bo, pussy hair!?”
“…What?”
“No… That’s right… And when I looked up the reaction to my brother’s novel, he said that, well, ah, it seems like Ada wrote it… The readers just made fun of it.”
“Ha, heh… Look for something like that.”

I don’t know what they’re up to, but I know you’re trying to be cool.
I pretended not to know and thought I was going to pass it like that, but somehow it seemed like I was choosing a more difficult path.

And do you know that her own face is dyed red… No, she probably didn’t know herself.

That’s why, he must have come back to my room and walked proudly to the bed.

Dump-

“Ha…”

And he occupied a seat in the corner of the bed, looking at me with strange eyes as I sat in the chair.

“…… Are you really Ada?”

And she was dumbfounded at the words that she said after a while again, the words that were uttered in a low voice.
So, without realizing it, I let out a deep sigh.

“Ha… I’m going crazy, really. Hey, little, get out, just.”

He waved his hands.
Because of the already tight schedule, I didn’t have the time to spend my energy elsewhere like this.

“…It looks real.”
“Oh, please, turn it off.”
“… See how hot it is. It looks like it’s stabbed.”

It’s an intention, a plan, and it’s a nabal, and I don’t know.
No, you may not be very curious right now.

And the disorganized ‘younger sister’s screwy behavior continues.
When I saw it, I just doubted that something was broken.

“I’m really busy right now. I’m just going to wrap up what I’m doing and close my eyes?”
“Do it. Who won’t do it?”
“… Get out. It’s fucking bothering me.”

It’s not to the extreme, I think I was a little annoyed without even realizing it.
I feel a little embarrassed for frowning.

“…… Do you care? Who? Why?”
“… Aww, aren’t you leaving?”

It’s a shame to say that I just became embarrassed.
‘Little sister’ is starting to get on my nerves again.

Then, jumping out of bed, he suddenly strode towards me.

“Can you help me write?”
“… Go and finish what you were doing.”
“I’m almost done.”
“No, hey, that’s it.”

It was stupid.
He arbitrarily grabs a mouse and starts looking through other people’s work.

I would have stopped this ‘younger sister’ if I wanted to stop it, but I dug deeper into my arms… I was busy pulling my chair back and taking a step back.

“… It’s not an anecdote.”
“Uh. I finished the side story that I sent by e-mail, and now I have to write the main story.”
“… But, really… The latest update is like this… “
“Haha, go away. Huh?”
“Wait. I’ll look after you.”
“You don’t have to look. Hey, hey!”
“Oh, be quiet. Don’t concentrate.”
“Ha…”

It feels like being ripped off.
It was like walking down the street naked.

Luckily, the outing was a little better.
However, the main story is so embarrassing… I couldn’t bear to lift my face.

“… That’s fucking vulgar. How the hell do you think about having a set with your girlfriend and her mom?”
“…… If you’re going to give feedback, just give it.”
“It seems like a fucking bad taste to call her mother-in-law all the time. Also, look at her calling her son-in-law.
“Ah… Well.”

I was surprised by how accurate the assessment was.
At best, I thought he was trying to humiliate me and make me feel ashamed.

However, with just a quick glance at the latest update, I quickly realized my intentions.

“… Twins? Seriously… Is this the shady male self?”
“Where else did you hear that…”
“I saw it while looking at the community? A sister lover is a bitch Hannam.”
“Ha, hehe… Whoa…”

I am speechless at the words of ‘younger sister’ that flows out calmly.
No, I felt like I was choking on my breath because I couldn’t speak.

“… But, isn’t this too extreme?”
“Readers like the last chapter…”
“Still, there’s such a thing as degree. It’s like fucking brain teasing.”
“… No, I really like it.”
“Whoa…”

‘Little sister’ shook her head.
Then, while taking a deep breath, continue scrolling down.

“And I’m curious about something… That, sure… Mr., Mr… Whoa…”

The ‘younger sister’, who was talking, starts to stutter her words.

“Uhhh… Hey, this… Does it have to be written like this?”

In the end, I was dragging with the mouse as if I was speechless.

“Why?”
“… Where on earth did that word come from? No, it must have been a slang word. But, when was it ever a slang word?
“… What about the fucking hole?”
“Whoa…”

‘Little sister’ shook her head to the side again this time.

“That was the first time I wrote it…”
“…Uh.”
“I was thinking about how to use slang, but I just remembered something I read a long time ago… So I just wrote it… And doesn’t the chewing hole stick to my mouth better?”
“… It looks so damn wrong.”

The evaluation was harsh.
Even so, I liked the word ‘chew hole’ and its unique vulgar expression more than the words everyone else used.

“Anyway, I won’t change that.”
“Huh… And did the main character get into heat?
“…It’s okay. You’re the main character. You won’t collapse anyway. I’ll use it so you don’t collapse.”
“Under!”

The spirit of the ‘younger sister’, who is said to be full of energy, rang the room.
The scroll that went all the way down also comes to an end.

“… Maybe it’s because it was written by Ada, but it doesn’t feel real.”
“Hey, what the heck… That’s it.”

He goes out well again and then suddenly says useless things.
I slap my ‘little sister’ on the back her and kick her out of the seat.

… My back her was unnecessarily soft, and my hands twitched.
So I tried to get even more annoyed and chase him.

“Ahhh!”
“If you’ve seen everything, go now. Please go.”

I was going to kick her out the door like that, but the ‘younger sister’ gives her lower body a lot of strength and goes into holding on.
I should be pushed away, but I was holding on with my teeth biting tight.

“Now, wait a minute! I, he, have something to say!”
“…To talk nonsense again. Just leave. I don’t need it.”
“Ah, no! You said there’s nothing to lose if you listen!?”

I feel a sense of urgency somewhere.
However, for some reason, I felt like I would lose money just by hearing something… I try my best to pretend I didn’t hear and continue to push ‘younger sister’ with force.

“Ah, hey! Hey! Just listen!”

I also feel desperate somewhere, so I try to be fooled just one more time.
… In fact, it was obvious that it was nonsense anyway, so I opened my mouth, determined to kick it out right away.

“Haa… It’s the end. Just say that and leave now. I, let’s finish and get some sleep.”
“… Uh. Okay, let’s put this aside… “
“Do it quickly. I’m really sleepy.”

These are not empty words.
Moreover, since I was the type to lie down and watch when I was sleepy, my body was accustomed to such an environment.

“Well, there’s an anecdote…”
“Whoa… Yes. Why is that?”

I thought I was really interested in foreign affairs.
Maybe it’s an expression of affection for my character, so a corner of my heart is a little bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of.

“Well, what is it… I do the inspection… I put in the illustrations… I just do everything.”
“… Uh, why.”

Even though it’s an illustration.
Inspection is what you wanted.

“That, so… Isn’t it right for me to have some share?”
“… Are you asking for money?”
“Ah, yes. That’s right… But, I’m not just asking for—”
“I’ll give.”
“…Yes?”
“I’ll give it to you. Can I give you thirty percent?”
“Ah, four, thirty percent? Oh, no… No, only thirty percent?”
“… Ha! I thought you were giving me a lot?”
“No… It could be ruined. Then the price of the artwork—”
“You said you would draw the illustration. I’ll have to subtract it from the calculation.”
“Ah, anyway! Too few! Split 50/50. Half and half.”
“…”

It was an absurd request.
However, I didn’t even think that the person who requested it, the ‘younger sister’, didn’t know.

“Instead! I, I… Will help you.”
“It’s going to be hard just to do the illustrations? And if you help me, what else can I help you with?”
“……Gulp.”

The sound of ‘little sister’ swallowing sounded like thunder.

“Ah, yes… I, that, so… “

His dry lips her were trembling.
And the ‘younger sister’ starts to vomit word after word while frowning.

“Oh, brother… Er, I know… You don’t know anything about women… “
“… Haha, what are you talking about?”

My impression was getting more frowning than ‘little sister’.

“That, so… I thought that if I helped him… It would be more helpful for my older brother to write vulgar stories… “
“…That’s the end? Then you want me to vomit half of the regular money?”

The fact that you haven’t made a movie doesn’t stop you from becoming a critic.
The same was true of novelists.

The fact that she had never been in a relationship, and the fact that she was Ada, did not stop her from becoming a novelist.

Creativity is, after all, imagination.
And I have had countless indirect experiences through various media.

That’s why ‘younger sister”s proposal for collaboration like that had no merit at all—

“Research!”
“…What?”
“Last time… Like my brother, here, he, touched….”

The ‘younger sister’s face was dyed red before I knew it.
Her fingertips were pointing at the mound between her crotch of her.

“I’m… I’m telling you about the woman…”
“…Gulp.”

I thought there was no obvious advantage.
However, it seemed that it was purely my delusion.