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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 268.

Chapter 268.

    Chapter 268.


    <strong>Chapter 268. Thearium, Operation Hook Up: Prelude to the Show. (2/6)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘What~ another student? Dodging the question~ are you nning to get lucky with yet another woman at aarium of all ces? While the lights are out… Ah~ somehow, it’s got me turned on just thinking about it.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Nobody is doing anything weird at thearium with the lights out, you perverted little sister!’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘What a shame, if only I was there, all sorts of weird stuff would happen~’


    <span style="font-weight:400">My hand trembled as I held my phone. I took note to never go to thearium with Wisteria.


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘I now know one ce to never go with you, thanks for the information.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria posted another picture. Her eyes were almost fully closed with the whites barely visible, her body arched backward, and her feet were fully extended with her legs raised up on the bench.


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘You did not just…’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘I did~ it felt great~ thank you for your assistance big brother~ it was much-appreciated~ imaging us in the darkarium doing it together while surrounded by a bunch of unknowing people as you do your best to resist really did the trick~’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Stop using me in your deviant fantasies! Since you’re done now, I’m closing the document.’ Without waiting for her to respond, I really closed it out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Why couldn’t she just be a normal little sister type instead of an unbridled perverted assassin without any restraint? Haaaaah, I suppose being brought up in such a facility was to me. It’d be much harder to fix this side of hers and rehabilitate her than I expected.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You done watching porn now?” Izora, who''d taken a seat across from me while I bickered with Wisteria through text, asked with a judgmental gaze.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I wasn’t watching porn.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then why hide your phone under the table and act so suspicious?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I was... texting someone.” Sort of.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Someone? You mean your girlfriend?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My... little sister.” I felt ashamed calling her that out loud when the image I just saw popped into my head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You have a little sister?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, she’s... studying abroad right now.” Well, that wasn’t exactly a lie I guess.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What a surprise. Does your sister look as gloomy as you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. But she’s a bit of an oddball.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And oddball? How so?” Somehow, Izora took an interest in the subject of little sisters.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Her appearance I guess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Does she dress strangely?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. It’s more of her hair. She dyes half of it pink.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Half of it pink? Hmm, if I remember correctly, there was also a transfer student who dyed their hair in a simr fashion. I wanted to get to know her, but she transferred out before I got the chance to.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">It seems she knew Wisteria. Well, as expected, they were both together in her third year for some time after all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you have any younger siblings?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Me? No, but I do have an older sister.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Is she in university right now?” I’d like to make sure I don’t bump into another troublesome goth girl if at all possible.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why do you want to know? Are you into older women?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No.” Actually… I probably was.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, my sister isn’t in university. She already graduated, she even has a PhD already. She’s like suuuuper smartpared to me, you know.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, then you’d be the failure daughter in the family? O! That hurt! Don’t kick me!” Her thick goth boots packed a punch.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not a failure. I’m just rebellious and not interested in pursuing the same career path as her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh. I see.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Also… although she’s super smart… she’s really weird… and… haaaaaaaah, because of that, she’s had a hard time. She isn’t very sessful despite how smart she is.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do the two of you get along well?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I guess. Our rtionship isn’t too bad. We do get into a lot of fights though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What about you and your little sister? Do you get into fights?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… I guess so.” Though our fights were the strangest types of fights. We’ve often fought about several sex scenes in some of the chapters I’d written for stories. She’din about how they should be longer and more frequent. Her biggestint was… how she was unable to climax before some of the scenes were over.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That was how she rated the sex scenes, whether she was able to climax at the very end of them or not. If she didn’t climax by the time it was over, she rated it low. If she climaxed before it was over, she rated it average. If she climaxed when the characters climaxed, she gave it her stamp of approval. She even left reviews on each sex scene asments in the document for me to read.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She actually put in more effort for the sex scenes than the rest of the story. It made me want to cry. Why couldn’t my proofreader/editor be normal and focus on the stuff without sex? Why’d she have to be so damn passionate about this one aspect of my stories? Those sex scenes were pretty rare as it was.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I wasn’t trying to be a hardcore smut writer, I only used sex as a tool to add some vor and depth to the rtionships between the characters.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What sort of things do you fight with your little sister over?” Izora suddenly asked me exactly what I was griping about internally.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sex scenes in stories.” I unconsciously blurted that out since it was precisely what was in my mind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Aren’t you a creep to talk to your little sister about sex?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’s the one who’s invested in them and enjoys them, not me. It’s the exact opposite of what you’re thinking.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A likely story. How old is your little sister for her to be thinking about sex like that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Noment.” She was older than me. How was I supposed to exin that the person I referred to as my little sister was older than me?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Izora had a slightly disgusted look on her face as she red at me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’splicated.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How can her age beplicated?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, just think of it as her having a lower mental age than her physical age.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Was she in aa for years or something? Is she studying abroad for medical reasons? I’ve heard you have a chronic illness, does she also have one too?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Oh! Aa! That’s a good one, I didn’t think of that at all!


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, she was for a few years.” In a facility that was equivalent to being in aa, I guess. I didn’t specifically say it was aa, so I’m not lying. “It’s as you imagine.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry… I didn’t mean to bring it up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fine. It’s nothing you need to feel bad about.” After all, I’m the one not being truthful, but at least I’m not lying either.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, anyway… about your disguise.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, right. I almost forgot.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s go to the coatroom. I’ll help you put it on there.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When we got to the coatroom she pulled out some stuff from her purse. A ck wig and… some… essories that made my face stiffen up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Were you nning on wearing those yourself?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She grinned maliciously and pointed at me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re the one wearing these, duh.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can we talk about this?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">…


    <span style="font-weight:400">After a twenty-minute life and death struggle with Izora, I copsed to my knees ready to break down into tears. This was the worst. The absolute worst.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I looked up at the hand mirror Izora had pointed at me. Reflected in the mirror I saw my head and facial features.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I looked like apletely different person. Though my gloomy look was still there.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The wig I initially thought was ck had pink highlights in it. She’d forced some decorative pink-colored contacts into my eyes too. My left ear had a ck clip-on ring earring dangling from my earlobe with a heart hanging from the ring. There were also two ck clip-on rings attached to the lower rim of my left ear near my earlobe.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But that wasn’t the worst part of this disguise. My right arm slowly raised up and I felt my neck with my hand. I stuck out my index finger and touched a pointed cone to verify what I had on was not my imagination.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A red cor with white conical spikes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaaah. I want to die.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stared deep into my listless pink eyes devoid of life reflected in the mirror.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not that bad, is it? Don’t you match that little sister of yours now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’m not seriously Wisteria’s brother damn it! Don’t screw with me! Was this karma for my lies earlier? Divine retribution? Is it because I’m a devil I have to face all these stupid trials and tribtions? Do I get to level up at least? Maybe I get to make a cultivation breakthrough from the petty devil realm into the greater devil realm or something if I make it through this.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Like hell I do!
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