Chapter 3

 

TL:Chaos

 

PR: Mateo

 

 

 

 

 

Early May. After a long-term holiday.

 

 

 

I was heading home at seven o’clock in the evening for the first time in a long time.

 

 

 

“I’m so happy… I can go home at this time for once.”

 

 

 

Normally, this is the time I would be working part-time at the izakaya. But I quit my job at the end of April.

 

 

 

It had been a while since I’d stopped by a bookstore on my way home, and it was only seven o’clock after I was done shopping. The thought of being able to spend the rest of the evening at a leisurely pace was enough to make me excited. I could relax and study, and read a book. I could watch the TV show I’ve been wanting to watch in real time, not recorded.

 

 

 

I always came home at eleven o’clock at night, and I broke into a smile as I thought of the elegance of the evening.

 

 

 

“—I’m home~”

 

 

 

As soon as I opened the front door, I was greeted by the sight of a miserable mess of shoes. They were the shoes of the yankee girls.

 

 

 

They seemed to be hanging out in the house again.

 

 

 

This house is where Mana and her friends hang out most of the time. My mom and dad are not prejudiced against the yankees, so they must be comfortable here. My parents would be furious if they tried to smoke or drink, but they wouldn’t get upset if the yankee girls stayed up all night making noise as long as they didn’t do anything illegal.

 

 

 

The reason being, my parents are very grateful that Mana has friends that she can truly trust.

 

 

 

Thinking about the future, Mana might not be able to stay a yankee forever. But she has been studying hard and getting top grades in high school. My parents laughed and said, “She was always a serious and quiet girl, so she would be able to change again if she needed to.”

 

 

 

Even though they’re my parents. I’m still amazed about their lenience.

 

 

 

—Ah well, I’d be more relieved if they stayed here at home, instead of playing around in other places and never coming home.

 

 

 

I arranged everyone’s shoes together and went into the house.

 

 

 

Mana and the others’ laughter echoed down the hallway.

 

 

 

I stopped in front of the door of my room.

 

 

 

Strange.

 

 

 

Somehow, I feel like I can hear the sound of the yankee girls coming from my room.

 

 

 

No, there’s no way.

 

 

 

My sister’s room is next door. I’m sure their voices are so loud that it’s just echoing through here.

 

 

 

—There’s no way Mana and the others are making a racket in my room…

 

 

 

Yesterday, Erika-chan was in my room, but that’s Erika-chan, so it doesn’t count. Erika has been coming to my house since she was in junior high school, and has been in my room many times. Even if I told her not to enter without permission, she would still come in, so I had no choice.

 

 

 

But is it possible that my room has become a hangout for yankees while I was away…?

 

 

 

The result is the same even if I stay here. Open it and find out! If they’re in the middle of a prank, they’ll be caught red-handed!

 

 

 

I resolutely opened the door fully.

 

 

 

And then…

 

 

 

“—Haa!? Why are you back home so early? What about your part time job?”

 

 

 

The first one to react when she saw me was my sister, Mana.

 

 

 

“Huh? Tsukacchi, did you get fired?”

 

 

 

When she saw me, Arisa-chan grinned.

 

 

 

“It must be that! Did you mess with the manager’s girl?”

 

 

 

Runa-chan faced me and pointed sternly.

 

 

 

“There’s no way Onii-san has the guts to do that, do you?”

 

 

 

Erika-chan said while reading a manga and drinking from a juice box.

 

 

 

The low table was lined with juice boxes and snacks.

 

 

 

Everyone was completely at ease in my room.

 

 

 

“What the hell is this!? What have you been doing while I was gone!? Don’t tell me, have you always been making a racket in my room all the time!?”

 

 

 

I was working part-time at an izakaya on weeknights, so I came home around eleven o’clock almost every night. It was also the time Mana’s friends went home, so I didn’t know where or how they were playing in our house.

 

 

 

Please, tell me I’m wrong.

 

 

 

While wishing that, I looked at Erika-chan, and she giggled.

 

 

 

“You just noticed? You’re so thickheaded for not noticing the lingering scent of JKs in your room. If you’re like this, if you get a girlfriend in the future, you’ll get dumped for not even noticing that she cut her bangs you know?”

 

 

 

“Wha!?”

 

 

 

Is this the kind of yankee party that has been going on in my room every day…

 

 

 

I staggered and held my forehead with my hand.

 

 

 

“No way…”

 

 

 

I’m an idiot, I’m an idiot for not noticing it the whole time.

 

 

 

No, now that you mention it, I do remember having a strange feeling of discomfort…

 

 

 

“Haa!? Now that I remember, there was a strange sweet smell on my bed! That was your doing wasn’t it!?”

 

 

 

When I said this, the yankee girls looked at each other and tilted their heads in confusion. Then they started to sneak around and whisper. I couldn’t hear them well…but they seemed to be talking about how they had so many ideas of what had caused it that they didn’t know when or what it was.

 

 

 

And then eventually Arisa-chan raised her hand quickly, and said calmly.

 

 

 

“Maybe it’s the smell of the hand cream I spilled on your bed?”

 

 

 

“S-so that’s the reason…”

 

 

 

From the looks of it, there were probably hints that the yankee girls had been in and out of the house before, hidden here and there in the room.

 

 

 

Would I have normally noticed them?

 

 

 

Or did I not notice because I’m too thickheaded?

 

 

 

No, I’d like to think that I was too tired from my part-time job to think about it…

 

 

 

“So? Why did you come home so early?”

 

 

 

Mana asked, sucking on the straw of a juice box.

 

 

 

“I changed my job. One of my friends at university introduced me to a tutoring job. It’s mainly during the day on weekends, so from today on I’m free on weeknights.”

 

 

 

When I explained seriously, Runa-chan started to make fun of me.

 

 

 

“Eh~? One-on-one lessons with a cute high school girl? Will you teach stuff other than studying?”

 

 

 

“Like hell I am! And anyway, the students are all from a boys’ high school!!”

 

 

 

“Oh, so BL…”

 

 

 

“I’m only teaching them to study!!”

 

 

 

Why are you assuming that love is involved? And what the heck does that mean?

 

 

 

I think I want to make the world more aware of the fact that a part-time tutor’s job ends when he lays a hand on a student.

 

 

 

“And so, I’m going to study now!!”

 

 

 

Mana replied lightly as I said that.

 

 

 

“Ah, okay.”

 

 

 

“Yeah…Well, then.”

 

 

 

I headed for my study desk.

 

 

 

It was still before eight o’clock.

 

 

 

What should I do now?

 

 

 

“Kyahahaha! Runa is funny!!”

 

 

 

“Aren’t you exaggerating!?”

 

 

 

“I’m serious!! This is for real!!”

 

 

 

For some reason, the yankee girls chirping behind me showed no signs of leaving.

 

 

 

I said I would study, and Mana said ‘alright’.

 

 

 

Even then…why…

 

 

 

“Shut uuuuupppp!!”

 

 

 

I yelled at the Yankee girls.

 

 

 

And then immediately, Mana yelled back.

 

 

 

“Aniki is the one who should shut up!! You noisy virgin!!”

 

 

 

“Wha!”

 

 

 

It was shocking to be yelled back at, but it was also quite shocking to be called a virgin by my own sister.

 

 

 

My face instantly became hot, and I was so surprised and confused that I couldn’t speak.

 

 

 

Seeing me like that, Runa-chan laughed and said, “Ahaha! Tsukacchi, your face is bright red, you know.” And Arisa-chan said, “Should we help you with that~?”

 

 

 

“That’s none of your business!”

 

 

 

I shouted so loudly that my throat hurt.

 

 

 

I didn’t want my sister’s friends to worry about that.

 

 

 

“You guys should all go to Mana’s room! Why are you making a racket in my room!?”

 

 

 

And to that, Mana easily replied.

 

 

 

“Because Aniki’s room is bigger and cleaner.”

 

 

 

“Then keep it clean!!”

 

 

 

My room isn’t big and clean just for the Yankee JKs to hang out in.

 

 

 

Then, Mana laughed.

 

 

 

“Isn’t it fine? In exchange for renting the room, we’re giving you something incredibly valuable.”

 

 

 

‘Huh? What precious thing?”

 

 

 

“The good scent of JK.”

 

 

 

“Don’t make fun of me! I don’t take pleasure in smelling that!”

 

 

 

“Didn’t you enjoy smelling Erika’s scent yesterday?”

 

 

 

“Didn’t I already deny that yesterday?”

 

 

 

When did my sister become such a difficult creature to handle?

 

 

 

After her class change to a yankee, I think Mana has really become tough.

 

 

 

As an older brother, I’m glad that my sister has become stronger. But at this level, I can’t be honestly happy.

 

 

 

—Damn it, if I don’t get rid of these devilish yankee girls, I won’t be able to spend my elegant evening properly…

 

 

 

As I was carefully wondering how to drive them out, Runa-chan and Arisa-chan stood up.

 

 

 

“What? Don’t tell me you’re planning to kick us out?”

 

 

 

Runa-chan sulkily glared at me.

 

 

 

“Do you think we’ll just meekly accept that?”

 

 

 

Arisa-chan laughed fearlessly.

 

 

 

—Don’t tell me, are they planning to scuffle with me!?

 

 

 

My heart started beating faster at this unusual feeling.

 

 

 

Even though they were high school girls, they were yankees. I braced myself, wondering what I would do if they came at me with their fists.

 

 

 

And then…

 

 

 

“Here~, this is a service you know? So can you give us permission to stay here~?”

 

 

 

While saying that, Runa-chan started flapping her uniform’s skirt. Of course, Arisa-chan was doing the same.

 

 

 

The two of them made a motion of lifting their skirts softly and lowering them vigorously, sending a breeze towards me.

 

 

 

The wind created by the flapping of JK’s skirts.

 

 

 

No, moreover, when they lifted their skirts, I could see their legs all the way up to the top…

 

 

 

“Girls shouldn’t be doing that!! It’s shameful!!”

 

 

 

Unconsciously, what came out of my mouth was a speech similar to that of a mother’s.

 

 

 

“Pffff…. Tsukacchi, are you a mom or what.”

 

 

 

Runa-chan burst into laughter.

 

 

 

“It’s useless to get your hopes up, you know? We’re wearing underwear that’s meant to be seen so it’s not a big deal~” [TLN: 見せパン, google at your own discretion, R18]

 

 

 

While saying that, Arisa-chan suddenly rolled up her skirt.

 

 

 

Long legs. Black shorts. A glimpse of her stomach.

 

 

 

“That’s not the problemmmmm!! Even if you say it’s fine to see it, it’s your choice! In this society, there are the types of dangerous guys who’d get excited just by seeing under a skirt even if you’re wearing something like that you know!? It’s not okay to do something like that wherever and whenever you want!”

 

 

 

The motherly spirit in me cried out in worry, knowing that there were JKs who would do such a dangerous thing, walking around outside without a care in the world.

 

 

 

No, more importantly, why do I have to educate the Yankee JKs like this? I don’t want to stimulate the motherly instincts in me any further.

 

 

 

“So, Aniki’s also one of those dangerous guys?”

 

 

 

Mana said with a dubious face.

 

 

 

“I’m just giving you a general heads up!! I’m not talking about myself!!”

 

 

 

My head hurts.

 

 

 

 

Where the hell is my elegant evening…?

 

 

 

As I was getting worn out, Erika-chan, who had been quietly reading a manga for a while without joining the conversation, suddenly stood up.

 

 

 

“You’re still going on about that… Runa and Arisa, you should know that Onii-san isn’t like that right?”

 

 

 

Erika-chan said, putting her hands on her hips.

 

 

 

I was faintly hoping that maybe she was going to give me a helping hand…or that she was finally ready to move to Mana’s room…

 

 

 

But Erika-chan easily betrayed my expectations.

 

 

 

“Onii-san wouldn’t approve if you deceive him with underwear like that, if you’re gonna show him, do it fair and square with actual…”

 

 

 

“I’m not talking about that, you low class high school yankees!! If you can’t speak Japanese properly, don’t come to my rooooooooom!!”

 

 

 

When I fully erupted, the yankee girls cackled and ran off to the next room.

 

 

 

Of course, the snacks on the table and the juice boxes were still there.

 

 

 

“If you’re gonna play here, then clean after you’re doneeeeee!!”

 

 

 

Everything I say is like a mother.

 

 

 

When did I become a mother with four yankee daughters?

 

 

 

My cries of anguish fruitlessly echoed in my room.