The Manga Artist Is a Little-Sister-Obsessed Fk

Just as Nayuta and Itsuki were starting to get affectionate, Miyako was back at her apartment, taking a bath. As she soaked in the water, her roommate Kaiko Mikuniyama popped into the bathroom for a shower, trying to wake herself up a little.

“Hey, Kaiko. Still at it?”

“Oh, hi, Myaa. You’re back?”

Kaiko was at Itsuki’s place for the screening but left early, as she still had work to do—which meant she wasn’t around for Chihiro’s revelation. But when Miyako told her the story…

“Aaaaiiiiiiieeeeeee!! Nooooooooooo!! I’m never gonna live this dowwwwnnnnn!! Oooooohhhhhh!! Gaaahhhhhhhh!!”

Kaiko all but began to cry tears of blood out of frustration. She herself was a great fan of the little-sister trope, enough so to keep up with Itsuki in conversation about it. Now she realized she had nearly been able to witness a little sister who had passed herself off as a boy for years finally revealing the truth to her big brother—a truly historical event—and she missed it by just a couple hours. The sheer disappointment was indescribable.

“Why did I have to put my work first tonight? Ahhhh, I’m such a stupid idiot!! Stupid, stupid, stupid!!”

The fully nude Kaiko rolled around the bathroom floor in agony, hands over her head.

“Well, I… I think that’s really professional of you. Nayu could learn a lot from that.” Miyako’s encouragement did little to quell Kaiko’s regrets.

“I’ve gotta go back! I need to see Chihiro as a little sister!”

“No, don’t! She’s gone back to her house anyway!”

“I’ll just get the address from Mr. Hashima!”

“You’re going to barge into his family’s house?! You really shouldn’t!”

It was only with a hurried full nelson that Miyako kept Kaiko from jumping out of their apartment and sprinting down the street naked.

“Noooooooooooooooooooo!! I wanna gooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!”

“You’re not a child, okay?!”

The naked Miyako did her very best to restrain the kicking, screaming, naked Kaiko.

“And if you did see Chi right now, what would you do to her?!”

“I’d strip her down!”

“You’d what?”

“I’d take her clothes off and check to see what kind of undergarments she had on! Then I’d have her model for me, and then I’d strip her all the way down, draw her from different angles, give her some of my own lingerie, and then we’d hold a little fashion show right there!”

Has she lost her mind?

“Have you lost your mind?”

“It’s been my dream for years to give a little sister my very own choice of lingerie!”

“Chi’s not your little sister!” she rightfully declared.

“Little sisters are a public asset!” Kaiko calmly replied. “Mr. Hashima’s little sister is just like my little sister!”

“No she’s not!”

“Nnnngh, it’s not fair! Why does only he get to enjoy one?! I love little sisters just as much as him, so why’s he the only one who gets one?! I’m gonna sue him for having a monopoly on little sisters!”

“Good luck in court…”

“Uggghh, I want one so bad… So baaaaaad! Even if it’s leftovers from Mr. Hashima! C’mon, just give me the leftoverrrrrrrs…” Before her ability to form coherent thoughts deteriorated any further, Kaiko finally burst into open weeping.

“All right, all right… Once you’re done with the chapter you’re drawing, we can go to Itsuki’s house together whenever she visits him next, okay…?”

“We can?!”

“Sure. So keep up the good work for now, all right?”

“All right!”

Miyako sighed. Somehow, she had managed to calm down Kaiko.

For now, though, she resolved to keep Chihiro at least an arm’s length away from her at all times.