[Your feigned contemptuous provocation has stirred up Iroha's anger, but you don't think that's a bad thing.]
[For girls, the most terrifying thing is not when they are angry with you, but when they respond to your actions with indifference.]
[That would mean she is completely uninterested in you and can't even be bothered to give any emotional feedback.]
[You're relieved that your relationship with her hasn't deteriorated to that extent.]
[Recalling Iroha's cute reaction just now, you can't help but smile. You already have plans for what to do next…]
[1. Iroha's slippers are so cute, still holding the scent of her delicate feet.]
[2. Continue today's provocative behavior in the future to further increase her anger.]
[3. Find an opportunity to offer her a feasible weight loss plan.]
Leaving the first-person perspective, Chisato looked at the options.
If he chooses option one, in a certain sense, he would be losing his dignity as a person. Would he really need to use Iroha's slippers once he's successfully pursued her?
Option two feels a bit excessive. While a single provocation could be seen as normal sibling teasing, multiple provocations might come off as deliberately bullying her.
Although he enjoys the raw thrill of bullying in simulation life, everything feels uncertain now. It doesn't seem wise to be so thoughtless; caution is needed.
So, he can only choose the somewhat vague third option.
Chisato was curious about how he would approach Iroha with a weight loss plan and what kind of plan he would propose to improve their relationship.
[You head upstairs and knock on Iroha's door. She opens it, her face showing frustration, and asks what you want.]
[Seeing her cute face up close, you can't help but be slightly shaken, but you control yourself well and don't show it.]
[You hand her the slippers. Her previous anger pauses as she slightly bows her head to take them, then tries to close the door.]
[You hold the door open, and under her surprised gaze, you apologize for what happened earlier, then turn and leave immediately without waiting for her response.]
Tease first, then soothe.
Chisato wondered if his emotional intelligence in simulation life could be applied here as is.
[The next evening, Iroha again didn't come down for dinner.]
[Mr. Isshiki looked worried, so you took on the task of delivering the meal, knocking on her door and getting permission to enter her room.]
[You pretended not to see Iroha's swimsuit corner hidden under her pillow, placed the dinner on the desk, and told her to come and eat.]
[As expected, she refused, but you didn't leave the room immediately.]
[You pulled out her chair and sat down, thinking that this might be a good opportunity for the two of you to be alone together…]
[Entering first-person perspective…]
The light green bed, with two large stuffed animals at the foot of it, were gifts Chisato had chosen carefully for Iroha on her birthday.
While his classmates were engrossed in game debates about which character had the best artwork, Chisato had quietly used the money he earned from their gambling to start pursuing his non-biological sister.
The two stuffed animals he chose were in shades of linen and black, matching their hair colors.
To him, the stuffed animals looked like a couple, but Iroha, being a bit clueless, had added pink bows to both, making them look like a pair of girls.
Ignoring these troublesome thoughts, Chisato focused on the present matter.
He looked at Iroha and said,
"Foolish sister, it's bad for your health to skip dinner all the time."
Iroha tilted her head disdainfully.
"But I have no appetite."
"Mommy Isshiki recently took a cooking class and her skills have improved."
"It's not Mom's fault."
"Then it must be your own problem. Is it because of what I said half-jokingly yesterday?"
"Hmm!"
Iroha's displeased gaze didn't scare Chisato; instead, he found it quite cute.
Ignoring her displeasure, he continued speaking,
"This method of yours might help you lose weight in the short term, but it will rebound quickly unless you plan to never eat dinner for the rest of your life."
"The consequence of that would be potential irreversible damage to your digestive system due to irregular eating habits, making your later life quite unhappy."
"You're so annoying! What kind of brother curses his own sister like this!"
"I'm just telling the truth. I don't want to see you going down the wrong path."
"Stupid Chisato, mind your own business!"
Iroha huffed and lay back on the bed.
When she's really angry, she doesn't call him "brother" but just uses his name directly.
Chisato wasn't bothered.
Over the years, he had become accustomed to Iroha's personality and had always seen her as family.
Even if she was angry, it was fine as long as timely remedial actions were taken, just like apologizing after yesterday's incident.
Chisato got up and sat down beside Iroha on the bed.
He glanced at her and said,
"Your little belly is showing."
Iroha pulled down the hem of her top and kicked at him.
"...Pervert."
"Isn't the one who lets her belly be seen the real pervert?"
"Ugh, go back to your own room! Stinky Chisato!"
"Finish your meal obediently and I'll leave."
"No."
"As a reward for finishing your meal, I'll tell you the weight loss secret I know that actually works."
"Don't treat me like a child. Besides, I already have plans."
Iroha perked up a bit, throwing a proud look.
This kind of inexplicable self-confidence was something Chisato found cute.
Ah—how he wanted to see her show that tearful expression again.
Chisato suppressed his excitement, not looking at her, and smiled,
"Do you want to go swimming?"
"How do you know!!!"
"The swimsuit you didn't hide well under the pillow, right?"
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