Today's a holiday, so I didn't bother setting an alarm. I was still a bit tired after our scuffle with the 14 Orchestra of Evil. On the surface, I didn't do much, but behind the scenes, I took care of a number of delinquents who were gunning for them. Kenji beat up a bunch of guys, and some of them were hoping for revenge. Once they found out he was aiming for the 14 Orchestra, they tried to team up against him. Luckily, I took care of it beforehand. Otherwise, we would've been fighting fifty people instead of just eleven or fourteen.
Still, I wanted to spend the entire holiday resting. Unknowingly, it was already past six in the evening when I got up. I was woken by people arguing downstairs. If it weren't for them, I might've slept straight through to midnight. But now that I'm awake, going back to sleep is harder.
I reluctantly got out of bed and put on some decent clothes. As usual, I'd slept naked—my preferred method to avoid unnecessary discomfort. It's hard to sleep with a big shaft, especially if you like tight underwear. I sometimes wear loose boxers, but they tend to slide off, so I'd rather wear nothing.
I threw on an oversized T-shirt. It reached down to my thighs, and the sleeves hung around my elbows. Looking in the mirror, I found my body oddly sexy. If I had breasts, I might've mistaken myself for a girl. Sigh… how troublesome.
Still, this kind of outfit is perfect for summer. Sleeping naked has become a habit now. It's not just me either. Maybe I'm unknowingly turning into an exhibitionist.
When I headed downstairs, I saw two of my older sisters arguing in the living room—over what clothes to wear. They weren't naked, but close enough—just in their bras and panties, holding dresses and inspecting themselves. They were probably getting ready for a date. I felt oddly bad for them. Despite being pretty, no one wanted to actually date them. If I were being blunt, I'd say it outright—but I'd rather not sleep with a swollen face.
"Oh, my son, you're finally awake," my mom greeted me cheerfully as I came downstairs.
"Well, I probably would've slept longer if I didn't hear you guys fighting," I said flatly, glancing at my sisters.
"Hmph! " they snorted in unison. "You don't understand how important this is! We're going on a date," one said proudly.
"Oh? " I replied, unbothered. The result's always the same anyway—they come home empty-handed. Dating seems like a waste of time. I ignored them and flopped onto the sofa. Just got out of bed, and now I was lying down again. My slim, milky legs stretched across the armrest. I crossed one shin over the other and rested my slightly flushed cheek in my palm.
I looked like Aqua lounging around the mansion.
There was nothing to do. Mom was cooking, and my tasks had been completed before I went to sleep. Aside from watching TV and listening to my sisters argue, my day was pretty empty.
As I lay there, my older sister Takao came downstairs. Her hair was messy, and her eyes had dark circles under them—probably from gaming all night without sleep. She was wearing a short slip dress. One strap had fallen off her shoulder, and her small, firm nipples were visible through the thin fabric. Like me, she didn't wear underwear at home. She said it was hard to breathe with big assets. Her smooth, milky legs descended the steps slowly, and I caught a glimpse of her "secrets."
But this was normal for us. Sure, they sometimes panic when they see me naked, but they've mostly gotten used to it. Just a little startled, nothing serious.
"Good evening, Mom… sisters…" she muttered with a yawn, stretching her slender arms as she walked toward me. I wasn't directly looking at her, but I could see everything from the corner of my eye.
After a minute, though, her body blocked the TV and ceiling lights. She stood in front of me, both hands on her hips, staring down.
"What do you want? " I asked.
She narrowed her eyes, analyzing whether I was actually comfortable or not.
"Well, I wanted to lie down too. Can you move over? "
"..."
I figured as much.
"No way. I just got comfy. Why don't you use the other couch? It has the same view."
There were two identical couches facing the TV. The other one was unoccupied, while the two on the side were being used by my other sisters as they compared outfits in front of the giant mirror. Even though they had mirrors in their own rooms, they liked this one—it was bigger and gave a wider view.
Takao glanced at the vacant couch. She hesitated, thought about it, and then shook her head.
"No. It's cold. I want the one with a warm seat."
I was about to argue again, but she slid her way in. She sat with her back pressing against my crotch and lay down in front of me, using her butt to push me further back into the cushions. Once she was comfy, she took my free arm, wrapped it around her waist, and adjusted the other one to use as a pillow.
"This girl…"
I was honestly speechless at her audacity. But she was my older sister, and we were taught to be obedient to older siblings, so I couldn't exactly complain.
With a sigh, I bent my arm into an acute angle to avoid it going numb and held her securely just below her chest. The couch could barely fit two people, but we managed. Without saying anything, she wrapped her legs around mine and slowly drifted to sleep in my arms.
I just let Takao rest, still asleep in my arms. While I was doing so, my second oldest sister stood in front of me. She was now wearing a short, open-front jacket over a blouse, paired with a black pleated skirt. A small handbag dangled from her shoulder, and on her wrist was a flashy branded watch.
She twirled once in place and struck a pose.
"What do you think, Shin?"
I blinked slowly, unfazed.
"Why are you asking me, sister? It's not like I'm dating you or anything."
A vein bulged on her forehead.
"Idiot! I'm asking whether I look good!"
I shrugged and decided to give her the cold, honest truth.
"Sister, if you're using me as a reference, give it up. Just like how girls have different tastes, guys do too. Even if I think you look good, there's no guarantee your date will feel the same."
"People have different preferences. You might follow my advice, and the guy ends up hating your outfit. Also, you're getting it all wrong—dating isn't about trying to meet someone's expectations. It's about figuring out if you're compatible, whether your tastes align, and your values match. It's not just about falling in love—it's a test run for a future together."
"And frankly, working too hard to please someone makes you look desperate. It doesn't suit you. Even if other people think you're ordinary, I consider you beautiful. So watching you try this hard for some guy just gives me a weird feeling. No offense, but it kinda makes you look like a prostitute."
"Besides, if you're looking for a partner, you shouldn't judge it based on surface-level stuff. You're going to live with this person. Give them your body, your time, maybe your whole life. If you choose wrong, you'll regret it. So don't dress to impress—dress to express."
I meant every word, even if it put me at risk of getting slapped. But it was the truth—and it was the best advice I could give her.
Everyone in the room went silent, except Takao, who was still peacefully asleep on my chest. My oldest sister had stopped getting dressed halfway through, her blouse hanging off one arm. Even Mom had paused what she was doing and stared at me quietly. My second sister stood there, mouth slightly open, struggling to process what I'd just said.
What I said might've sounded offensive, but it hit home.
After a long pause, she finally snapped.
"Ugh, screw it! I'm not going!"
She yanked off her outfit, tossed it onto the couch with a thud, and plopped down in her underwear to watch TV.
At the same time, my oldest sister gave up too, sighing as she slumped down beside her. They both looked pissed, like they'd just eaten something bitter.
Meanwhile, Mom gave me a strange, knowing smile and returned to stirring the pot on the stove—like she'd just seen something amusing but wouldn't comment on it.