Chapter 28: Punishment Animal Set ~With a Surprising Misunderstanding~

Punishment Animal Set ~With a Surprising Misunderstanding~

As punishment for her slip-up, I humiliate my little sister as we go on a date, enjoying the shuuchirorinium to the point of almost becoming addicted.

It's so embarrassing to walk outside with dog ears and a dog tail, right?

When we get home, I'll add a collar and a apology tag.

Imagine my little sister (dog version) with a sign around her neck that reads, "I spill my Onee-chan's secret," and get excited while fending off the clueless flirting guy.

Look, you can tell at a glance that we're sisters having fun, right? It wasn't, "Are you girls bored over there? Want to go to a family restaurant for some tea?"

Why did you think you could bait us by just buying us a meal at a family restaurant?

He was being a bit persistent, so I said I'd be okay with it if he'd put this up his butt, and took out a cat's tail with a rod-shaped foreign object attached from my bag, and he ran off, looking at me like I was a weirdo.

Don't worry, it's just a tube of hand cream, maybe a little thick though.

As the gazes of those around me, worried about this frail maiden, changed to those of a monster with a disgusting sexual fetish, I stroked my little sister, who tilted her head in confusion and asked, "Butt?"

"Oh well, you don't need to understand yet."

One thing's for sure, though: passersby would have mistakenly thought that such a cute, tiny little sister had already been developed. In reality, she was only wearing it with a belt.

Feeling a little sorry for her, I decided to keep the punishment to a moderate level. It's a bit dangerous for someone to be developed when she's still in elementary school.

If we happen to see someone we know among the passersby, it's no laughing matter. It's just her butt, you know. Giggle.

I was having fun, but then I calmed down, realizing that if my little sister was recognized as an elementary school student, that meant that I, who was roughly the same size as her, would also be considered an elementary school student.  

So, what's this about that guy trying to pick up an elementary school girl? What an insufferable lolicon. Lolicon is a mental illness.

...Eh wait, so, does that mean Dad has mental illness?

Realizing the terrifying truth of the world, I thought to myself like a long-lived loli fox girl, thinking that if it was like this, I never wanted to know the truth at all.

After a short walk, we finally reached our house, where I gave my little sister a breath of relief and presented her with a collar and a letter of apology. I thought I'd do it in moderation, but it would be a little gross to end things without finishing what I had to do.

And so, my cute little sister is now the laughing stock of our household. It's great that she's following instructions and still wearing it. If I were her, I'd run back to my room and take it off without asking. Well, she needs me to teach her studies, so she can't just run back to her room.

Mama smiles, "Oh, what a cute puppy," while Dad doesn't seem too pleased, saying it's too early for her.

Unlike Mama's airheadedness, Dad seems to have common sense. Or rather, why does Mama feel so at ease seeing her daughter treated like a dog? That's the mystery.

"But you said that, that you liked that kind of outfit too, didn't you? You seemed happy seeing me embarrassed."

This Mama is coming out in front of her daughters.

Dad turned bright red and couldn't say anything.

What a frightening airhead.

...I see, Dad has a habit of treating petite girls like us like pets. Mama being treated like a pet...

Ugh, my head hurts when I try to think about it.

My heart and my brain refuse to understand.

"Dad... gross."

9999 damage to Dad.

Dad collapses.

My brain was also destroyed, leaving only my naive Mama and little sister safe.

If half is still left, rounding it down means zero damage.

So that means everyone's totally safe.

Seeing Mama's smiling face soothes my brain, but then seeing her put on the cat ears I'd bought for Miho-san makes me imagine Dad training her, and it's destroyed again.

Repeated destruction and regeneration continues, my brain on the verge of further growth.

No! Hikari doesn't want to go any more crazy! I don't want my body to become one that gets excited just by seeing her Mama!

I push the door that's half-open shut with all my might, and I'm alone for a while to stop it from progressing any further.

Is there someone out there who can regenerate my brain?

As I look outside with this thought in mind, I spot Tomohiro-kun, who seems to have been shopping alone since we parted ways.

You went out to hang out with someone, but it always ends up like this again. It's always like this in your life. No matter how hard you try to get along, you never make any decent friends. This friendship is your life. No one loves you... No, I'll love you!

Looking at poor Tomohiro-kun, I felt a surge of energy rise.

As expected, snacks are the best thing when you're hungry or your brain is lacking nutrients.

Incidentally, despite being right next to the little sister-slip incident, Tomohiro-kun, by some miraculous power, remained unaware of my woodworking. I hope he finds out soon. I wonder when I'll give him a reward.

I wonder if it might be a bit difficult with Tomohiro-kum's abilities, or if he even wants to know in the first place, but then I realize that if he doesn't want to, then it's not my concern. Not everyone wants to know everything about the person they like.

Me? When you like someone, their location is a given. Of course, right? I can't force it on my family, so I just ask about their daily plans. Thanks to this, telling each other our plans has become a habit in my household. It's peaceful, Dad's at work anyway. There's no need to say anything.

So, once my brain had slowly recovered, I returned to the living room and told my family.

"Hey, hey, Hikari wants to invite a friend over! Yeah, not Hiro-chan, but a friend from high school. And it's a girl."

"Hikari-chan, who's friendly but never invites anyone over, is going out of her way to invite someone over? What kind of girl is she!? Is she the girl you like!? Is it love!?"

The living room, or rather, Mom, was suddenly noisy with thoughts like this. Why do you have to cause such a fuss just because I said I'm inviting a friend over?

Yeah, it's all a matter of what's happened up until now. Incidentally, the reason I don't invite people over very often is because if someone gives in to curiosity and opens the closet, my hobby will be revealed. I know that Tomohiro-kun is fine based on his past performance, and Miho-san, who I'm inviting this time, knows too, so there's no problem. Following that logic, I could invite Satoshi-kun too, but I just haven't had the opportunity.

"Today we're having red rice. I'm going to buy some amanatto beans!"

Mama ran out. I'm glad she seems to be having fun. I got permission from Dad, who is the head of the house, and thanks to Mama, our house is always spotless. As long as I promised to keep it to a minimum so as not to interfere with my sister's studies, there was no obstacle in the way.

They are such understanding parents, it's wonderful.

By the way, amanatto red rice is a common type of red rice in Hokkaido. It's sweet and delicious. It's colored with food coloring.

I talked to Mama, who bought the amanatto, and we set a specific date. It would be sad if we made a promise only to have someone from home say it couldn't be done. Incidentally, most high school students probably feel uncomfortable letting their family and friends meet, but I don't mind at all.

In fact, I want to brag about it and say, "Look! Look at Hikari's Mama! She's so cute, kind, and the best!" Or rather, I will.  

I'm a Mama's girl, a siscon, and a narcissist.

We all have the same face, so it can't be helped.

After munching on the sweet treat and feeling happy, we discussed the date at school the next day.

Since Miho-san is sociable and has strong communication skills, I assumed she'd have a full schedule, so she said, "Anytime's fine! I'm free!" and chose the nearest day.

Why would she be free despite her communication skills? Maybe she doesn't have money to go out and play? Poor thing.

Anyway, if she says she's free, there's no problem. Come over! Right away is fine!

So we decided she'd come over today.

[Sorry, Mama, but I'll suddenly bring a friend home.]

I typed, tapping away on my phone, and Mama replied with a photo of herself making a ring with her fingers as if saying "OK."

So cute!

If you have a strong face, you can send photos instead of stamps. What's more, it's the same clothes she wore this morning, so it must have been taken just now. And yet it's always picturesque, so the strong-faced tribe is scary.

It's not important, but if you literally write "strong-faced," it sounds like a tough look.

As I was chuckling thinking about this, Miho-san asked me if something was wrong, so I told her that Mama-sama looked cute again today, waited for school to get over, and kidnapped her.

"I'm sorry, Tomohiro-kun. I'm going home with Miho-san today, so I can't be with you."

Saying this with a blushing face and a bit of embarrassment easily destroyed Tomohiro-kun's brain. Okay, I've achieved this week's brain destruction quota. Tomohiro-kun's brain is fragile, after all.

After creating an unnecessary sacrifice, I took Miho-san home, and in front of her house, I revealed her some personal information by saying that "That is Tomohiro-kun's house."

Now that she'd realized that was why we always went home together.

Now, it was time for the main event of the day: the unveiling of Mama-sama.

"Welcome, you're Miho-san, aren't you? I've heard stories from my daughters. Please make yourself comfortable."

When I opened the front door, we saw a smiling Mama. And then, in front of Miho-san, the words of "my daughters" came from a face that matched mine.

"Was Akari-chan welcoming me?"

Miho-san's soul, as she seemed to be thinking, transformed into a cat and flew off into space.

I couldn't just leave her standing at the front door until she returned to Earth, so I pushed her back inside. I also went back to my room and put on the doggie accessories. I returned with the cat accessories and put on cat ears on the still-dazed Miho-san. Just as I put my hands around her waist to attach the cat tail, Miho-san suddenly regained control of gravity.

"Huh?! Hikari-chan is Akari-chan's Onee-chan, but Akari-chan is Hikari-chan's mother. What's going on? And why is Hikari-chan hugging me? And why are you wearing dog ears?!"

Miho-san was surprised, so I spun around to show her more than just my ears, showing her my whole body.  

A fluffy tail and a leather collar. And a note of apology that read, "I turned my friend into a cat." It's a perfect lineup.

Miho-san, confused, asks, "A cat?" She touches her own tail and ears, realizing it, and it's a beautiful sight.

I also thought of a straightforward sexual harassment idea: "I'll turn you into a cat and make you meow, hehe," but I decided against it because it would ruin my image. That's definitely crossing the line.

"Mama wonders if she should get some ears too... I guess pig ears are all I can get." Mama-sama muttered, and my brain was instantly reminded of Dad treating Mama-sama like a pet, but I recovered by eating the macarons she'd prepared because a friend was coming over. They were beautiful and thrilling cat macarons. So high quality, Mama-sama.

Miho-san, who was still confused, was given some, and I slowly calmed her down with some sweet treats.

Cat got eaten by a cat.

Perhaps this is a hint at the future of Miho-san with cat ears.

After a brief chat with Miho-san, who has finally calmed down and a proper introduction to Mama, it's time for Miho-san's planned showcasing of my woodworking.

"This way," I say, leading her by the hand and showing her some of my works from the closet. To start with, there are items with 45, 28, and 75 points.

A failing grade is 35, so one of them is a complete failure. It's an interesting world, even things like this can sell.

"...Did Hikari-chan make all of this?"

"Wow!" she exclaims in surprise at first, but then, little by little, as she examines the details, her expression becomes more serious. It's as if she's searching for something, looking for confirmation. At the very least, it's not the gaze of someone uninterested in art.

Maybe she has a thing or two about art?

"These curves, the expression of the wood grain... Hikari-chan, no, Hikari-san."

Her expression is frighteningly serious.  The cat ears really ruin the atmosphere. 

"Hikari-san, do you believe in reincarnation?"