Chapter 16: The Beautiful Sisterly Love of a Common Fetish TS Reincarnated Girl

The Beautiful Sisterly Love of a Common Fetish TS Reincarnated Girl

Tomohiro-kun's sleepover went off without a hitch, except for the unusual incident of Daddy coming home and kidnapping him into the bath.

But there were quite a few issues, like when Mama couldn't look at Tomohiro-kun's face.

Incidentally, Daddy who kidnapped Tomohiro-kun into the bath has no knowledge of such a thing. He's devoted to Mama.

Of course, with such a beautiful wife, that's only natural. If he ever makes Mama cry, I'll castrate him.

Eh, does that mean Tomohiro-kun, who made Mama laugh to the point of crying, is a candidate for castration?

Even though I discovered the sad truth, I didn't really care and continued my search for sparkle today.

I crawled through the ocean of the internet, occasionally sinking. I'm not a good swimmer, after all. It can't be helped.

Doing things like that is what keeps me from making progress in my talent search.

This sudden truth brought me to tears.

Feeling sad, I carved wood with tears blurring my vision to express my feelings. When I put something finished up for sale, I immediately received a request to buy it and to raise the price.

I checked the buyer's name and it was the same buyer who had frozen me back then. 

Oh, you were a fan of mine, weren't you?

Feeling a little happy, I sent a message saying I wouldn't raise the price, and if you're too persistent I'll block you! But the reply I got was, "Grrr..." I started to find them kind of cute. But I won't negotiate a higher price.

Protect the rights of producers!

Feeling good about having protected my rights, I keep an eye on these undiscovered gems. My favorites are the rough-hewn talents that could have achieved great things if they had a patron. These people have a spark inside them, and the whining and complaints they spew out while tainting their own souls have the effect of absorbing the impurities of those who see them.

It's like activated charcoal. Wow, Hikari's beautiful again! 

If it were possible, I'd ultimately want to shatter it with my own hands. After all, humans want to keep beautiful things close to them. I'd rather destroy them than have them destroyed by someone else.

I wonder if there is anyone lives near me.

Negentropy, do your job!

While thinking about this and lamenting the absurdity of the world, there was a knock on the door. It felt nice that they didn't open the door suddenly, as it felt like my privacy was being respected. Well, I wouldn't do anything bad that would cause guilt if someone opened the door suddenly.

I gave permission for them to come in, and my little sister popped her cute face out of the door.

You look cute today too. That means I look cute too.

Hikari's cute, yay!

I'm the best. Glory to lookism!

"Umm, Akari, there's something Akari wants Onee-chan to receive."

What's wrong all of a sudden? Do you want to play with big sister?  

When I asked, my little sister, fidgeting and hiding her hands behind her back, handed me a piece of folded paper. We exchanged glances, and when I opened it, there was a portrait of a beautiful girl.

Hmm, no matter how you look at it, this must be Mama, me, and my little sister. 

And since my little sister asked me to receive it, it must about my little sister. It must be a courtship gesture, like, "Big sister, make Akari yours!"

"Thank you, Akari. I'm so happy! Onee-chan will treasure it!"

...There's no way my little sister would think something so stupid; what was inside this was something much purer. She'd drawn a picture of her beloved, always kind big sister, and wanted her to accept it.

Honestly, there's no way an elementary school girl would court her older sister by giving her a drawing of herself as a gift.

"...I'm glad. Onee-chan is much better at drawing than Akari, so I was worried whether you'd be happy. Thank you as always, Onee-chan, I love you."

My little sister's expression softens, as if relieved.

My little sister is cute!

It's true that if I tried, I could easily draw a better picture, but my little sister is cute. In these cases, what's important is not the artistic ability, but the feeling that's put into it.

My little sister is cute!

"You know, Akari. Onee-chan is happy not because you're good at drawing. She's really happy because it's clear that you thought of her and put a lot of effort into drawing it."

I place the picture I received on the desk as if it were a treasure. Then I turn to my little sister and embraces her small body.

Mama taught me that this is the best way to convey affection.

Her body is small and soft. Warm, and the scent of a young girl wafts faintly from her.  Our shampoos smell the same though.

I say thank you, letting it soak into the life that pulsates through my heart. Her tiny hands wrap around my back, and I can feel her relief.

I was truly happy. It even surprised me. It was just a portrait, good enough for a child. It was a piece of construction paper that had no merit as a work of art, but I was so happy.

I understood how parents treasure the thank-you letters they receive from their children.

I understood how parents cry over clumsy handwriting.

For the first time, I understood how parents cry at their children's entrance and graduation ceremonies.

I was so happy that the love I'd showered upon them was being returned. I was so happy that my selfless love had been rewarded. And above all, I was so happy that this child, so tiny and helpless, had grown so much without me even realizing it. 

"Onee-chan, are you crying?"

"Did Akari hurt you when we hug?"

I heard a voice from my chest, carrying a different kind of concern than before. It seemed I had unconsciously shed tears of emotion. It might have been the first time since my rebirth that I'd cried, not because I was acting or because I was emotionally unstable, but because I'd truly cried.

"It wasn't that I was in pain. I was just so happy. That Akari had grown up, that she'd become such a kind person."

I spoke with deep emotion, and Akari laughed a little, saying, "You're talking like Mama, Onee-chan."

Unlike me, Mama gave birth to Akari, so she must be especially happy to see her grow up. I can easily imagine how she must have felt now.

Feeling a little embarrassed by Akari's giggles, I tickle her gently. This behavior is a way to hide my embarrassment. Not an act or anything, just pure embarrassment.

Ashamed of myself for acting like such a child, I make Akari laugh so she won't see my crying face.

Even if I'm trying to hide my embarrassment, I don't want Akari to dislike it, so I tickle her just enough so that she can't look at me, but not so much that she struggles and runs away. I wipe away my tears in the meantime, and finally tickle her under the chin and she purred.

Then I'm back to my normal self in front of this girl. As a big sister, I always want to be someone she can be proud of in front of anyone.

Is treating my little sister like a pet the kind of big sister I'd be proud of?

I questioned my own way of being for a moment, but I decided not to think about it because my way of being isn't that important.

My priority right now was what to do with this wonderful drawing. I'd received such a nice thing, so I wanted to put it on display. But I don't want to use thumbtacks or tape to display it. But that doesn't mean I want to tuck it away. 

"Onee-chan? What's the matter?"

I pondered for a moment, then a brilliant idea suddenly struck me. I didn't want to just store it away or decorate it with unnecessary accessories.

So, it was simple: I'd just need to provide it with something suitable to display. And I have the skills to do just that.

In other words, I'd make a frame. I'd find a frame worthy of the drawing that Akari gave me. While the world might consider a frame more valuable than the painting, I couldn't care less about what other people think.

"Wait! What do you mean a frame?! Stop getting all excited about it. You're being more excited than Mama!"

Akari tries to stop me, saying it's not that big of a deal.

So cute!

But to this Onee-chan, it wasn't a big deal at all. After all, she had received such a nice gift. She had received something with such value. Treating it in a way that was appropriate for it was the proper thing to do.