My stepsister who says go die go die to me every day, tries to hypnotize me to fall for her while I was sleeping…! Chapter 1 Episode 2

Published 2021.01.19

It was 6:30 p.m. when I got home from school.

In my dimly lit room, bathed in the unhealthy glow of my PC, I took a deep breath and shouted.

「……Please！」

I prayed to God and opened the page of light novel sales rankings.

「……！」 (TLN: 「……っ！」)

I couldn’t see the results yet.
Or rather more accurately, I haven’t tried to see it.
I am unable to see the results displayed since my eyes were still closed.

「I’m going to win at the very least for this last one……I’m going to win……！」

I prayed to God for the efforts I’ve made.
Then, little by little, I opened my eyelids.

「Ah……」

As soon as I saw the neatly listed sales ranking, the edges of my vision slowly blurred.

Probably tears.

But they weren’t tears from positive emotions.

It was too cold for that.

A cool drop ran down my cheek.

「I’ve lost……yet againnnn！！！」

I screamed so loudly that it echoed throughout the neightborhood. The momentum of my scream definetly made my throat bleed.

I’m Ichigaya Aoto, and I’m a light novelist on the web as you can easily guess from the way I’m going crazy over the sales ranking. (TLN: I don’t know if its Ichino (市野先生) or Ichigaya (市ヶ谷) since people refer to him as Ichino-sensei…)

This was the final volume of an online novel that I started out as a hobby, which then turned into a book by some mistake, and continued since.
The sales are displayed on the net where it’s compared to other works.

My novel, “The Girl I’ve Had a Crush on for Twelve Years Became my Sister Yesterday,” was not an explosive success, but it wasn’t a complete failure either.

To be honest, it’s more than enough considering I was able to bring my first novel to completion.

「But… Still… I wanted to beat her at least once for my last one…!」

She is also a light novelist from the web who is fighting for the top sales ranking far ahead of me, even though she debuted at around the same time.

「Sasamotomeee..！You’re the only one I don’t acknowledge..!」
I muttered, squeezing my voice out of my throat like I was some prince of a warrior race.

There’s quite a simple reason why I’m so obsessed with Suzuki Sasamoto; she’s the enemy of my work.

Soon after my novel was released, I recieved a direct message from her on SNS.
The contents are as follows:

『Ichino-sensei, you should stop writing your stepsister novels, okay? To be completely honest, it’s not realistic nor moe. I think you should write a story about childhood friends instead. In my own perspective, I’d rather be a childhood friend than a stepsister. Above all, it’s realistic and it’s the best route.』

She criticized my work and even rejected the whole stepsister genre itself.

How can I ever forgive her?

Regardless of how realistic it is, I love the stepsister route much more than the childhood friend route when writing my novels.
The stepsister route is much more of a forbidden love which is much more dirty compared to the childhood friend. Additionally, the fact that they have to live under the same roof is also exciting. And most importantly, since they’re not related by blood, it’s pretty lewd that they can get married.

I have no intention in denying how good the childhood friend route is, but I’m not sensible enough to keep quiet when someone tries to criticize my favorite genre/route.

Sasamoto picked a fight with me on social media, and I bought it due to anger. I even fired back a war declaration saying 『I’ll prove to you that my stepsister heroine is sexier and cuter than your childhood friend heroine!』

…..Despite.…all the volumes that Sasamoto writes about childhood herorines passing me in sales.

How could I not be disappointed?

「Damnnnnn itttt!!!!!」

I just wanted to scream until my throat bursts and die.

My mind has probably been destroyed since I seriously thought so.

「Damn it! How could my superior lewd stepsister romantic comedy lose to that Sasamoto bastard! It was a masterpiece that was going to (supposed to) be made into an anime!」

Even though I that I wasn’t good enough, I can’t help but have overwhelming feelings of helplessness.
The kind of inexplicable resentment screams from your throat and shakes the room.

I had completely lost my cool and was distraught.

After a short while, a loud bang drowns out my screams. A very loud bang.

「Hiiii!!！」

Judging from the sound, I guess that the door of my room had to have been kicked a very large force to make such a snap.

The sound was blasting at a volume that would surely disturb the neighbors.
No doubt, my hectic voice could’ve also been heard from anywhere in the house.

Naturally, it is no suprise that the family living in said house would complain.

「Hey shitty aniki!! Its so loud!!!」 (TLN: Shut up works too I guess.)

As expected, I hear my stepsister’s voice which is a little too grumpy. (TLN: I wonder why)

My emotions for Sasamoto quickly ended without delay. My mind was now dominated by a life-threatening fear of what would happen if my pile-bunker stepsister busted down the door of my room.

「S..sorry Shizuku!! Onii-chan was in a bit of a shock…!」

There’s no way this kind of apology is going to make Shizuku any less angry, I’ve got to figure out something to do…!!

I had my gray brain cells working at full capacity searching for a survival route, but the only future I could see was me getting punched a bunch of times in the abdomen by Shizuku. It’s a dead end.

I close my eyes and silently wait for the inevitable.

But..

「In shock….Well, fine..I’ll forgive you just for today, but if you make a fuss again, I’ll punch a hole in your stomach.」

「Eh…..a….yes…I’m sorry..」

Unexpectedly, Shizuku clicked her tongue, and left, making quiet thumps on the floor as she left.

「Are…why…?」

The usual Shizuku would’ve surely done some physical damage to me….

「Well…guess it’s fine…」

After overcoming the crisis of my life, sadness once again looms over my heart.
I think I would have felt better if Shizuku had beaten me to a pulp.

「..welp, for the time being, I need to finish my activity report」

I will post a appreciation message to thank those who have support this work on the web.
It is thanks to the readers who have supported me that this work was able to become a book, and the fact that it was able to be continued without being canceled till the final volume was really an accomplishment.

Upon updating the the activity report on my page and waiting for a while, I heard a beeping message.

「Ahh..」

When I saw the sender of the message, my cheeks relaxed.

「Drop-san…」 (TLN: 雫 meaning drop or waterdrop, or how it’s pronounced: Shizuku :^) )

She’s a little bit of a special reader for me and has been supporting me super early on when I was unknown.

This time too, she posted another long comment.

『Ichino-sensei, thank you for always updating. I just read your activity report and it seems like Ichigaya-sensei’s novel is not received well by the world. I honestly can’t understand how Ichigaya-sensei’s sweet stepsister romantic comedy is losing in sales compared to that simple childhood friend comedy novel. It’s frustrating to see a stepsister who really loves her brother be so stubborn. It’s frustrating to see them not being honest with themselves, and so when the destructive power of her lovestruckness is released, it is unbelievable. The cuteness level is enough to open a hole in my body. There’s no way it could’ve lost to the simple childhood friend one. It’s a work that feels complete and satisfied. In my own preference, how about making the brother and stepsister a little more lovey-dovey? More specifically, I’d like to see an older brother who can spoil his tormented stepsister as much as possible. I don’t think there’s a stepsister who isn’t happy to be spoiled by her brother. This is a fact backed up by experience. I think Ichigaya-sensei should spoil his stepsister as much as possible. Spoil her. Do you understand? Sorry for the long comment. I’m looking forward to a sweet stepsister romantic comedy!』
(TLN: No idea why she switched his name, can someone tell me?)
(TLN: デレ (dere): I put lovestruck.)

「The comments are as long as ever….」

Even though I was smiling at Drop-san’s overly long comment, the details in her comments raised some doubts.

「I don’t think there is any stepsister who isn’t happy to be spoiled by her big brother. This is a fact backed by…experience..?」

I think of my real stepsister, Shizuku. In my experience, if you spoil Shizuku or anything, 『What? Who the hell are you? You’re super annoying, so why don’t you hit your head on the corner of a block of tofu and die?』 I can only imagine her saying these awful words.
(TLN: 豆腐の角に頭ぶつけて死ねば? )

Anyways, fiction and reality are different.

I’m getting bullied/tormented by my stepsister in real life, but I am a big fan of stepsister/sisterly fictional creations.

If you take what Drop-san said as fictional advice, then she’s spot on.

「Haa〜…I’ll try to write in more love elements next time〜」

Letting out a sigh, I opened the door to my room and headed for the living room.

Even if I had an idea of where to go next, the shock of being defeated in sales was too great to motivate me to write a novel today.

For a mental break, let’s just go to the living room, have a cup of coffee, and read a magazine.

With that in mind, I made myself a cup of coffee, grabbed a magazine, and plopped down on the living room sofa.

「……」

The bland text on the local informational magazine makes my eyelids heavy. By the time I got to a popular article about Horumon Udon, I fell to my drousiness and went into a deep sleep.

　＊　＊　＊

「nng…..」

My consciousness wavered still half asleep.

Ah….well…I must have fallen asleep…

My body feels heavier than usual.
I’ve been writing novels in between my academic life, and the last volume was just recently released. I guess the tension in my body along with the fatigue that had been building up has been released.
My body was so stiff that I couldn’t sit up.

I slowly opened my eyelids to at least check the current time.

「っ……！」

I let out an inaudible scream.

I saw something unbelievable through my thinly opened eyelids.

Shizuku, who was riding on the lower half of my body, was staring at a five-yen coin tied to a string with a fixedly gaze.

「This…is going to work isn’t it…？」

I immediately shut my eyelids and started pretending to be asleep.

Little did I know, pretending to sleep like this would change Shizuku and my life forever.

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