Chapter 267.
<strong>Chapter 267. Thearium, Operation Hook Up: Prelude to the Show. (1/6)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Four days after my meeting with Mr. Oz in the staff lounge at school, the day of the field trip had arrived. I didn’t bother to stop by school today. Instead, I took a bus directly to thearium.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I arrived at the front of the building, there were stairs that led to a floor below ground level. To the left and right of the central set of stairs that descended underground, there were two sets of stairs that led up to an entrance on the floor above ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">Going off of my memories, thearium entrance was the one below.
<span style="font-weight:400">As soon as I entered the building, my eyes scanned through the long main hall. Along the left-hand side, ck rectangr star maps which emphasized various constetions lined the wall up to the center of the hall. Beyond the center on the left wall, there wererge posters I could see all the way from here. They looked to be advertising the shows for thearium.
<span style="font-weight:400">To my immediate left after I entered the building there was arge walk-in coatroom. On my right, there was a small corridor that led to an elevator at the end. There was another elevator all the way down at the end of the main hall I was in as well.
<span style="font-weight:400">At the center of the main hall, along the right-hand side was the box office. Directly in front of the box office on my side, there were a few ss doors, they were the entrance to the science gallery.
<span style="font-weight:400">Before the science gallery entrance, there were three ck chairs with their backs along the right wall. A short distance away from those three chairs, closer to me, there was a small square grey table pushed up against the right wall with three ck chairs tucked underneath.
<span style="font-weight:400">Thearium entrance was on the far side of the main hall behind the box office.
<span style="font-weight:400">In terms of lighting, four lines of circle lights were embedded in every other gray tile on the ceiling from one end of the main hall to the other end.
<span style="font-weight:400">The main hall was fully carpeted. The carpet was grey with a darker grey squiggle pattern on it.
<span style="font-weight:400">The main hall was quiterge, about twenty to thirty feet from the left wall to the right wall and about two hundred or so feet from where I stood at the entrance to the entrance at the opposite side of the building.
<span style="font-weight:400">If I were to estimate the area ofnd the museum took up, it would be in the ballpark of forty thousand square feet.
<span style="font-weight:400">After I took in my surroundings, I hung my winter jacket up in the coatroom and stored my bag in a locker inside the coatroom. I had a ck hoodie on under my jacket, and if I wore my winter jacket inside, I’d be sweating bricks all day. I also didn’t want to lug around my bag if I didn’t have to, it was heavy after all.
<span style="font-weight:400">I hadn’te in disguise though since Izora said she’d take full responsibility for putting my disguise together.
<span style="font-weight:400">I sat down at the small table in the main hall and awaited Izora’s arrival. I passed the time writing one of the stories I was currently publishing on my phone. I’d given Wisteria ess to all the files and noticed when she opened up the file I was currently working on.
<span style="font-weight:400">When she noticed I also had it open, she typed something in the document at the very bottom below my cursor.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘I miss you, big brother~’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Don’t mess around in the document. What will happen if you forget it there and it’s left in the story?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Don’t be so mean~ I just want to see my big brother~ I won’t forget it and leave any of this in either. I’ve gotten pretty good at proofreading and editing, you know.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Yeah, yeah. You’re a lot better now, but there’s still a lot of room for improvement.’
<span style="font-weight:400">Seeing her messages to me appear on-screen letter by letter, somehow made it feel like we were sitting close together, side by side, by the table chatting the same way we did at the museum exhibit in university.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Heheh, yeah. Praise me more~’
<span style="font-weight:400">I could practically see the smug look on her face through her words.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘By the way… did you find anything out yet?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘No… I’ve been looking, but I haven’t found anything in the academy library yet. Sorry...’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘It’s fine. You’re quite busy and don’t have all the time in the world to spend searching for the information I’m looking for. It’s nothing I need to know urgently either way. Your priority should be proofreading and editing rather than that.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Hey, can we sext?’
<span style="font-weight:400">I nearly threw my phone on the ground when she asked me that out of nowhere. It wasn’t the first time she’d asked me this. She’d asked me a few times before and I… eventually caved since she was persistent. She said it would motivate her more to proofread and edit than the royalty money she was receiving.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘No!’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘What~ why not~ it’s been a while and I’m in the mood right now~’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘A while? It’s only been three days since thest time!’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘I can’t help it! I need lots of my big brother’s love to keep me motivated! Also, if I’m constantly turned on it’s a lot harder to focus!’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘I’m at thearium in the downtown museum out in the open right now, there’s no way in hell I can help you with that problem right now.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Oh? You’re out in public? I think… I can use this then.’
<span style="font-weight:400">She suddenly pasted a photo into the document.
<span style="font-weight:400">I freaked out when I saw it. She was seated on a bench outside, it was dark wherever she was right now. She’d taken a selfie with her phone held over her head, pointed down, to give me a good view of her cleavage. She had her right hand fondling her right breast.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Don''t post this sort of lewd picture in the document, you idiot!’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Ahh~ but… hah… hah… it feels so good~ imaging you in public seeing me like this~’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘I’m closing the document now. Delete all of this.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Nope~ I’ll leave it all and make sure to slip it in a random draft if you close the document before I finish~’
<span style="font-weight:400">She suddenly pasted in another lewd image of herself.
<span style="font-weight:400">This time her right hand had slipped under the lining of her skirt. Her cheeks were a bit flushed. She’d exhaled out a hot breath of air that condensed due to the cold. Her eyes were dreamy as they looked directly into the camera. It was as if she was staring at me through the image.
<span style="font-weight:400">Why is it whenever ites to this little sister, something perverse always happens? If it’s like this when she’s not here, what’s going to happen when she is here? That thought alone scared me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re already here? Sorry, have you been waiting long?”
<span style="font-weight:400">My back straightened up when I heard Izora call out to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">I wanted to lock my phone, but if I did that and Wisteria was serious about slipping these images of hers into one of my drafts I’d yet to publish, that could be problematic. She never said how many she’d slip in either. I had a lot of unpublished drafts. It would be a pain tob through every single one of them. She might make the images small and hide them in clever ways I might overlook as well.
<span style="font-weight:400">Giving this girl ess to all my drafts was no doubt a mistake. But how could I have known she’de up with this sort of threat?
<span style="font-weight:400">I could remove her permissions so she couldn’t edit them… but, to begin with, I’d have to exit this document to do so. It would also take time to do that for each document. Then going back to give her permissions for them again would be a pain since I had to do them one at a time.
<span style="font-weight:400">Haaaaah. It was troubling having acquired a perverse little sister like this.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you ignoring me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. Sorry, I was just thinking about something.”
<span style="font-weight:400">For the time being, I hid my phone under the table and typed out a message.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Wisteria, please cut it out with your little joke. I’ll get mad for real. An acquaintance I was waiting for showed up.’
<span style="font-weight:400">“Were you working on some homework on your phone or something?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh, yeah. That’s right.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah right, I bet you were probably watching porn.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Who the hell watches porn at a museum? How much of a degenerate do I look like to you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">‘What? You’re meeting with another woman while we’re sexting~ Ah~ somehow I got more turned on.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Nobody said it was a woman.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Sure~ I bet it’s that white-haired celebrity that showed up thest time we were together.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘It’s not.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘What? Then, is it Rosa, Alicia, or Irene?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘No.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Is it a guy then?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘It’s another student from my school.’