Don’t Look Back, Megumi Kato [19]

After leaving the publishing house, Izumi Yuu headed straight for home.

“Huh?! Why are you following me?! Don’t tell me you’ve got some indecent designs on this beautiful girl author?!”

A sharp voice suddenly called out from behind.

Yuu turned to see Yamada Elf standing there, arms crossed, glaring at him with suspicion.

“Do you even hear what you're saying?”

Yuu shot her a calm glance. “You’re the one following me. If anyone’s stalking, it’s you. And my place is in this direction. What am I supposed to do—walk the opposite way, loop around the planet, and come back?”

He took one more look at Elf’s refined features and, in all honesty, could only give her an 8.5 out of 10—because she’d taken 1.5 points off with her mouth.

“Ugh…”

Flushed with embarrassment, Elf snapped back in frustration.

“Who knows? Maybe you already investigated where I live and are using this as an excuse to sneak into my house!”

[Falsely accused, you decide you might as well commit the crime. You’ll break into her room at night and take her innocence while she sleeps. All you need is something to help her sleep soundly…]

What—?! That’s exactly what she WANTS me to do!

Yuu shivered just imagining it.

This girl wasn’t the type who’d scream and cry after being attacked—she was the type who’d smirk, proud that her prediction came true.

She was the kind of final boss who could get killed a hundred times in a game, but if she landed one hit on you, she’d clip it and post it online like it was the greatest thing ever.

Yuu could already see her smug, gloating face.

“I knew it! You’ve been after my body this whole time, haven’t you? Caught red-handed!”

Just imagining her saying that made him feel physically ill.

“…Anyway, I’m home.”

Yuu had no interest in arguing. He turned toward his door, took out his key, and opened it. Before stepping inside, he cast Elf one final, indifferent look.

“Later, Elf-sensei.”

“H-Hey!! You jerk!!”

Seeing Yuu look at her like she was some clueless idiot, Yamada Elf stomped her foot in frustration, her fury building as the door slammed shut behind him.

“Phew… Finally shook off that troublesome little blonde.”

Yuu sighed in relief at the entryway as he took off his shoes.

“I’m home!”

As expected—no response.

After changing shoes, he headed into the living room. The house was dark as usual, save for a faint glow from the second floor.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

He put his things down and headed into the kitchen to start dinner. After preparing and delivering Sagiri’s meal upstairs, he returned to the living room.

An email from Kagurazaka Ayame had arrived—Eiri Kashiwagi’s contact info was now in his inbox.

After sending Eiri a brief message, Yuu opened YouTube like he always did, ready to watch his little sister’s stream.

Yes—his shut-in sister, Izumi Sagiri, was actually a livestreamer.

Ever since the traumatic incident half a year ago, Sagiri had completely withdrawn from the world. She refused to speak to others or leave her room.

But that was just a coping mechanism. In truth, she wasn’t incapable of socializing. And by chance, she discovered a way to interact with the world: through streaming.

Yuu, fully aware that his sister was both a shut-in and a talented ecchi artist, had easily found her channel online.

So now, watching her streams had become part of his daily routine—partly to interact, partly to pass time.

He ate dinner as he stared at his phone screen.

Sure enough, the image that appeared was of Sagiri’s room. Sitting in the center of the frame was a petite girl in a green hoodie and a face mask.

“Hello, everyone! It’s Eromanga-sensei!”

Sagiri waved to her viewers, her voice altered by a digital filter—giving it an uncanny, AI-like tone.

Almost identical to that damn narrator's voice.

[Watching the girl stream, a more “exciting” idea flashes into your head. Why not spice up the content? Just sneak into her room, knock her out, and start a real-time stream of your own. Just make sure her stream has no location data and that you’re capable of keeping it up under a live audience’s gaze…]

Over my dead body!

Sagiri-chan’s body isn’t something for strangers to see—no matter how anonymous the internet is!

And how could I even think of doing something so vile?! She’s my stepsister—no blood relation, sure, but still my little sister!

Yuu mentally slammed the door on the narrator's disgusting idea.

I’m a man of justice! Not some slave to the head below my belt!

He sat upright on the couch, honor intact, and continued watching.

“What’s Eromanga-sensei working on today?” a viewer asked in chat.

“Today’s stream is for Dengeki Bunko’s new project, The Hero A Bin, by Izumi-sensei. Since there’s another illustrator involved, I’m focusing on the protagonist A Bin, his childhood friend Kei, and a few supporting characters like the saintess and the princess…”

Sagiri began enthusiastically presenting character sheets, her tone full of energy and pride.

“Whoa~ That’s hot and gorgeous. You never miss, Eromanga-sensei!”

“Those thigh-highs! That curvy, generous figure! Peak form as always!”

Compliments flooded the screen.

“…Huh? Why do the main character and the childhood friend look… familiar?”

Yuu stared at the designs in her hand, expression frozen in disbelief.

Even in 2D form, it was unmistakable—the character faces were modeled after himself and Sagiri.

Body proportions, though? Sagiri’s real build had neither the curves nor the generosity of the art.

[As you gaze at the character sheets, you realize your sister’s true feelings. Wanting to help her draw a more accurate male lead, you offer yourself as a live model. But first, she needs to help you reach peak condition… The fastest way? Share a bed and—]

It’s a general-audience light novel!! No need for that kind of reference!!

Yuu flatly ignored the rest of the narrator’s suggestion, groaning in his mind.

He had zero interest in stepping into that abyss… yet.

Time passed, and the stream neared its end.

“Alrighty! Time to wrap it up! See you all tomorrow!”

Sagiri stretched lazily, reaching for the “end stream” button out of habit.

…But something went wrong.

Instead of shutting down the stream, it stayed on.

Unaware, Sagiri walked to her wardrobe, back to the camera. She slipped off her green hoodie, revealing a pink nightdress and her bare, slender legs.

“Wait—wait wait wait!!”

“Eromanga-sensei’s a girl?!”

“No way! I thought Eromanga-sensei was a fat old man who drew erotic art from his mom’s basement!”

“She’s… she’s a cute, tiny girl?! This has to be a dying dream, right?!”

The chat exploded. The viewer count, previously hovering in the low hundreds, began to spike uncontrollably.

What had been assumed to be a creepy, neckbeard illustrator… turned out to be a small, adorable girl.

And now that girl was changing onscreen.

Panic.

“If this keeps up, they’re gonna see her body!”

Yuu shot up from the couch like a rocket and sprinted toward the stairs.

“Sagiri-chan! You didn’t end the stream!”

He banged on her door, watching the still-active livestream on his phone.

Moments later, the stream finally cut off—and the door opened.

Sagiri stood there, her face burning red, eyes wide in surprise.

“Onii-san?! How did you know I was streaming?!” she asked, voice shaking.

“Come on, even with the mask, that outfit is a dead giveaway. Who else wears that but Sagiri-chan?”

Yuu let out a long breath.

He obviously couldn’t tell her he’d known since before he crossed worlds.

“Ugh… I guess you’re right.”

Blushing hard, Sagiri asked softly, “…That book—The Hero A Bin—it’s yours, right?”

Yuu nodded.

“You really used your real name as a pen name?”

Sagiri narrowed her eyes. “I wanted to say no to the project, but now I can’t. Still… your novel was really good…”

Her voice trailed off as embarrassment overcame her.

“Your character designs were great too. Sexy and stylish.”

Yuu looked at her seriously.

“Wha—?! Don’t say stuff like that!!”

Sagiri blushed furiously and whacked him lightly with her pillow.

“But it’s true! Sagiri-chan’s art is a national treasure. The eroticism has artistic merit! Honestly, I’m starting to question whether your elementary school diploma was forged!”

“T-That’s way too much praise!!”

Sagiri could barely meet his gaze.

“But Sagiri-chan—”

Yuu started, only to have his mouth covered by her soft little hand.

“Mmm…”

His only response was to gently lick her pale, delicate fingers in protest.

“P-Pervert!!”

She yanked her hand away with a yelp, her cheeks glowing.

“I didn’t have a choice! You touched me first! I only used my mouth! That’s very gentlemanly of me.”

Yuu shrugged innocently.

“Ugh! Just go already!”

She shoved him toward the hallway.

“Okay, okay.”

He let her push him.

“…Thanks, onii-san.”

Just as she was about to close the door, Sagiri mumbled the words softly.

“Did you just say ‘thank you,’ Sagiri-chan?”

Yuu asked with a faint smile.

SLAM!

The door shut instantly, sealing away the sight of her flushed face.

“Phew…”

Yuu’s smile widened as he checked her floating affection score.

[Name: Izumi Sagiri]
[Age: Confidential]
[Status: Secretly in love with you]
[Affection: 60]

Breaking that wall between them had pushed their relationship forward—by quite a bit.

Just as he turned to leave, Sagiri’s door creaked open again… and something lacy and pink came flying out, landing squarely on Yuu.

Her underwear.

“Wash it for me!”

Before he could even process the request, the door slammed shut again.

“…She’s so much trouble.”

He stared at the pink panties in his hand and sighed.

[As you hold her intimate clothing, a wicked thought arises—before the main course, why not have a little appetizer?]

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T/N: im speechless also age is confidential i noticed it before but still

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