NOVEL NEXT Chapter 14: 14. Report
Eriri, as an artist, imagined the living conditions Akira had described.
Absolutely terrifying.
She frantically shook her head, no longer daring to bring up the idea of moving out.
"Our house is one of the most prestigious in all of Tokyo."
"If it weren't for Dad's connections to the Spencer family, do you really think we could've gotten it so easily?"
"Western-style garden houses are much rarer than traditional Japanese courtyard homes in Tokyo."
"Scarcity makes it valuable."
Having grown up attending public schools, Eriri had never considered the significance of wealth and status.
"For real? So I'm actually like one of those rich heiresses from manga?"
Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Real heiresses don't draw erotic doujinshi."
Akira crushed her fantasy without mercy.
Her enthusiasm instantly deflated, her spirit plummeting.
"They are raised to master traditional arts—music, calligraphy, tea ceremonies, ikebana—trained solely to become perfect wives."
"Their only purpose in life is to be married off as political tools for their families."
Akira explained matter-of-factly.
"Ugh!"
"That's way too messed up."
"If that's what it means to be an heiress, then I don't want any part of it."
The mere thought of that life horrified her.
Is that even a life worth living?
That's just being a glorified tool.
"The only exception is when there are no male heirs, so the daughter is trained to inherit the family business."
"Like those who attend Shuchiin Academy—the top private school in Japan."
"A school originally established to train the children of aristocrats and samurai."
"Now, it's where future national leaders are educated."
Akira scoffed.
"Wait… are you planning to transfer to Shuchiin, Akira?"
"Eriri, don't even try to change the subject."
"You think I forgot what I was about to do?"
Seeing that Akira still intended to report her to their grandmother, Sayuri lunged forward, hugging his leg tightly.
She refused to let go, shamelessly begging for mercy:
"Akira-chan, please, I beg you!"
"Don't tell your grandmother!"
"If you do, she'll kick me out of the family!"
"I won't be able to show my face anywhere—I won't survive!"
"Relax, Mom. I'll plead on your behalf."
"Grandma adores me."
"She won't kick you out—at most, she'll just bring you back to the main house."
"She'll personally supervise you… to make sure you never draw me in a doujinshi again."
"Yes! Akira, let's do it!"
"Let's pack Mom up and send her back to Grandma's!"
Eriri eagerly cheered, both hands raised in excitement.
If Mom was sent back, then it would just be her and Akira left at home.
Which was practically the same as moving out on her own!
Sayuri's expression darkened instantly.
She turned around and tackled Eriri to the ground.
Then, from her kimono sleeve, she pulled out a roll of rope.
With practiced efficiency, she bound Eriri into an elegant kneeling position.
With Eriri's humiliated expression and the ropes accentuating her delicate features…
Akira went silent.
Mom… where the hell did you learn this?
"Eriri, you ungrateful daughter."
"I should've never given birth to you."
"I'm not even old yet, and you're already trying to get rid of me."
Having secured Eriri, Sayuri started tormenting her—
Pulling her ears, pinching her cheeks, tickling her with a calligraphy brush…
"Hahaha! Mom, Mother, I was wrong!"
"I swear, I won't do it again!"
"Eriri, my foolish little sister."
"I'm seriously worried about your intelligence."
"Did you forget? You're a doujinshi artist too."
"And you're even more famous than Mom."
"She has dirt on you from childhood."
"If she gets sent back to the main house…"
"Do you really think she won't rat you out to Grandma?"
"If she has to go down, she'll make sure you go with her."
"She'd never let you stay behind in peace."
Eriri: ...
Ughhhhh!
After Akira's brutal logic bomb, Eriri wanted to cry from how stupid she had been.
How could she be so dumb?!
Of course Mom would drag her down too!
"Akira, please don't report Mom to Grandma!"
"If you do, you won't see your adorable little sister for a long time."
"A little sister who won't even call me 'Onii-chan' after being apart for so long isn't cute."
"If I don't see you, so be it."
Akira shrugged, utterly indifferent.
His response instantly sent Eriri into despair.
Just as she was about to suppress her tsundere instincts and call him 'Onii-chan,' Akira's next move made her explode with rage.
With both hands clasped together, he solemnly prayed to the heavens:
"Oh great gods, please grant me a new, cute, and obedient little sister."
"And if possible, a personal maid as well."
"Pfft!"
"Hahaha! Eriri, I can't! I'm dying!"
"Your desperate plea completely failed!"
Sayuri burst into uncontrollable laughter.
With Akira and Sayuri relentlessly roasting her, Eriri finally snapped.
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