The Villainess Reika-sama

[29 - Onii-sama's POV]

Apparently my sister has begun dieting.
It looks like she’s doing stretches in the living room.
She doesn’t look particularly fat though, you know? Rather, isn’t she a bit too skinny?
When I told her not to overdo things, she smiled happily at me.
Simple-minded as usual.
And I also know the truth about the weird yells coming from my sister’s room.
I didn’t hear what words she was actually saying, but I’m worried now that she’s shouting strange things again.

“I can hear your shouts from outside your room, you know?” I casually told her, and in response she replied “Eh-, you heard me? Oh gosh, I need to be careful.” in shock.
Yeah, I heard you, alright. And not just your yells. I heard your weird moans too, and it’s scary.
I managed to solve another one of the problems caused by my sister’s weird behaviour.
I am technically taking my university exams this year, so I’d appreciate it if she behaved.

One day, my sister brought me some zousui rice soup in the name of a late-night snack.
It hadn’t been too long since dinner, so I honestly wasn’t hungry at all.
It’s not like I had been planning on studying all night, and I had planned to sleep an hour later.
So if I ate it, it would probably be bad for my body instead…

But my sister looked my way expectantly, wanting me to hurry and eat.
I’m troubled…
This pot is big enough for two people’s worth, isn’t it.
My sister’s eyes were completely glittering.
Can’t be helped…

Preparing myself for the worst, I opened the lid, and found a steaming egg zousui with spring onions spread about.
I scooped some into a bowl, and with a soup spoon, I brought some to my mouth.

…Salty.

You’ve put way too much salt, my little sister!
My tongue is tingling from it. I want some water, now.
Ah crap, there’s no water.
All she gave me was hot tea. Hot food, and hot drinks. …Little sister.

I hurriedly pulled out some cold water from a small fridge in my room and gulped it down.
Thank goodness for putting a refrigerator here.
I bought it in the past. It’s so that if I want a drink, I don’t have to risk heading outside and encountering some of my sister’s weird behaviours.

“How was it, Oniisama?”

It was salty. You put in too much salt. Did you even taste-test this?

“…It was delicious.”

When she looked at me with those round eyes, I couldn’t tell the truth.
Honestly, how troubling. Rather than tasteless chocolate, the hurdle is higher for salty zousui.
I don’t have the confidence to finish the stuff I ladled into the bowl.
But…

My sister simply believed me, and smiled happily.
Can’t be helped…
I guess I’ll try my best to at least finish the stuff in the bowl.

Without letting it show, I desperately ate. The 500ml bottle was gone in an instant.
I immediately opened another bottle.
As you’d expect, I couldn’t finish the stuff left in the pot, so I apologised and told her that I wasn’t so hungry at night.
Saying something like “Maybe I should have some too…”, she took a spoon to her mouth.

“Hmm? I wonder if it’s a little salty.”

So you’ve noticed, little sister!?
But this isn’t at the level where you’d call it ‘a little’, you know.
Even so, my sister continued eating with an unconcerned expression.
My sister’s sense of taste is wayy too rough.
And what about her diet? Carbohydrates before bed are scarier than monsters, you know.

In the end, my sister finished all of the leftovers.
At this rate, I might have to continue to suffer this hell of supper attacks. What do I do.