Chapter 251: The Komachi Rampage Incident
This is Shinjuku Ward, the most open place in the history of Japan. Even before the establishment of the Tokugawa Shogunate, the red-light districts here were already famous—whether it was "street-walking" or "shop-fronting," "pure entertainers" or "courtesans," those selling their art or those selling their bodies.
From the "wild chickens" who hid directly in alleys or haystacks to get the job done, to the lower-class prostitutes in brothels where a dozen people lay on a single long kangu bed.
This continued all the way into the modern era.
For hundreds of years, people from all over the world—be it the Portuguese and Spanish of the Warring States period, the Dutch of the Shogunate era, the Eight-Nation Alliance of the Old Empire era, or the "bald-headed" students who came to study in the East—have all visited this place.
Aside from "compensated dating" to earn pocket money, Shinjuku, as the frontier of world culture, also continuously develops new projects. Since the abdication of "Billy the King," the Yuri (lesbian) service industry via telephone and home visits has gradually begun to flourish.
The new "femboy" (otokonoko) service industry, seemingly because it appeals to both men and women, is also on the rise.
Of course, this is universal for any country with legal operations and complete safety measures. As long as one learns to say, "How much?", they can obtain the most sincere embrace, liberation, and consolation from deep within their heart.
'If it's the people on this street, they could probably understand me.'
Regarding these things, the young Komachi still didn't quite understand. At least, the knowledge she gained through Google told her so. Her online friends, Kirino-chan and Kuroneko-chan, both expressed that sibling love was absolutely no problem!
"Being with such a powerful person, Komachi... Komachi feels like she has taken another giant step closer to the forbidden world. What should I do? No! Komachi is a good girl! This won't do!" Komachi clenched her fists, full of fighting spirit, as a raging fire burned within her heart.
"Stop! Stop! I don't know what you're thinking, but Komachi, you've been wrong from the very starting point. Let's end this topic right here," Shirou said to his younger sister while covering his face. Since explaining it would only make things worse, he decided to just brush it off.
Having been interrupted, Komachi puffed out her cheeks in anger and asked, "Eh? Why? What's wrong with a girl liking a girl! In this day and age, even girls want to take the place of a handsome BL 'Seme' and pin a cute boy to the ground to make him pregnant!
If Onii-chan doesn't keep up with the times with your old-man-like stodgy thinking, you'll be completely out of touch with society! You spineless guy!"
Komachi looked at her Onii-chan, pouting in a huff.
"Eh... why are you twisting my words like this?" Shirou asked, bewildered.
"Komachi, Da Vinci is that famous painter," Mashiro explained flatly.
"Eh? Of course Komachi knows Da Vinci is a famous painter! A pivotal figure of the Renaissance. Thinking back, when Komachi first encountered this game, she thought that aside from being annoying and noisy, the shop manager's setting was too ridiculous. I didn't expect it to be true," Komachi laughed, scratching her head.
"No... Da Vinci's original appearance is the one you originally knew," Shirou said, covering his face.
Komachi froze for a moment, then screamed: "Ehhh!!! That old grandpa with the long, curly white beard!!!"
Da Vinci didn't deny it, giving a mysterious smile: "Humph-humph, as a Magus, I can at least manage to switch a few bodies. During my life, I appeared under different identities—both sides are 'me.' Of course, in my eyes, the most beautiful woman in the world is still this body."
Because the era was so distant, there was no solid evidence; one could even say their gender was a mystery.
There are many legends about this giant of the Renaissance. It is said he was a handsome man rarely seen in the world, and that the famous statue of David was modeled after him. The self-portraits he left behind might also be his imagination of his own old age.
It is also said that certain angel statues were modeled after him, leading some to say his true identity was actually an Angel of Art.
Furthermore, because he was a famous scientist who dissected corpses, he was also regarded by some at the time as an incarnation of the devil.
"Ahaha... I see." Komachi laughed dryly, clutching her head. Her eyes had turned into "mosquito coils" (swirls). It turned out that Da Vinci, whom she had considered a kindred spirit, wasn't a "she" but a "he." It wasn't pure Yuri, but a prank by Lucifer.
No, thinking about it the other way, if one can change their body for the person they love, then as long as there is love, there truly are no obstacles.
"Komachi? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Shirou looked at his sister with concern.
"Hehehe, Onii-chan, leave me alone for a bit..." Komachi squatted down, looking somewhat confused.
"Hah? This kind of thing doesn't matter, right? Anyway, Da Vinci is just Da Vinci," Jeanne said impatiently.
Da Vinci raised a finger and said, "No, actually, appearance is still very important. For example, if the current Shirou were to no longer be young, your thoughts would probably be very different."
"Hmm... a Shirou who is no longer young?" Artoria fell silent. In her mind, an image surfaced of her and a middle-aged Shirou sitting leisurely under the veranda, looking at the sky while eating snacks and drinking tea.
'Somehow, that doesn't seem too bad.'
"Hmph..." A similar scene appeared in Jeanne's mind. In the Hikigaya household, she would be responsible for taking care of a white-haired Shirou, scolding him for acting reckless despite his age while doing the laundry and cooking. She thought, Should I start learning how to do housework now?
"That's right. Miss Komachi, please demonstrate how to answer."
However, at that moment, Komachi didn't even blink. She spoke immediately without hesitation: "As for Komachi, I'm going to grow old slowly together with Onii-chan!"
'What an incredibly excellent standard answer! What a terrifying child! Although I don't want to admit it, if Komachi weren't Shirou's biological sister, I might have already lost!
Fortunately, this child is destined to be his sister...'
The looks Artoria and Jeanne directed at Komachi shifted repeatedly.
"?" Beside them, Mashiro seemed to have a sudden realization. She appeared to have new inspiration. She could add another manga draft to the work she submitted to the editor. The title would be: My Older Onii-chan Can't Be This Scary!
It would tell the youth story of the "Hikigaer" family: the kind, family-oriented, but strangely dense younger sister, "Hikigaer Shiroko"; and the "little sister complex" naughty, snaggle-toothed older Onii-chan, "Hikigaer Machiro," who naturally receives his sister's care and loves her more than anyone.
Mashiro looked at the boy who gave her infinite inspiration and said very solemnly, as if making a vow: "When I grow up, I will also draw a manga with Grandpa Shirou as the protagonist."
"While I'm happy for your concern, why are all these versions of the future based on the premise that only I am getting old?" Shirou grumbled helplessly.
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