I Reincarnated as the Villain in a Rom-Com but I’m Enjoying Youth with My Favorite Heroine - I Reincarnated as the Villain in a Rom-Com but I’m Enjoying Youth with My Favorite Heroine chapter 49

49. New Strategy

“I’m home!”

“Welcome back, big brother! How was your room camping with Mashiro?”

“It was really fun. The power outage added a nice touch.”

“I see, I see. At one point, I wondered what would happen, but I’m glad you had fun.”

After spending a leisurely morning with Mashiro, I returned home just before noon, where my waiting younger sister Mai greeted me at the entrance.

In the morning, the two of us snuggled on the sofa, relaxing and watching videos on each other’s smartphones, sharing a time that felt just like any other day.

Having spent such a peaceful time together, it seemed Mashiro was satisfied as she cheerfully sent me off, saying, “In the afternoon, I’ll clean my room and tackle my summer homework. Thank you for keeping me company, Ryusuke!”

If I could ease Mashiro’s lonely heart even a little, I would be very happy. If I sense her feeling lonely again, I plan to go to Mashiro’s house right away.

The time spent with Mashiro is happiness itself.

My heart feels warm and at ease, and I can’t help but find the way Mashiro acts spoiled to be incredibly cute.

If there’s just one problem, it would be Mashiro’s defenselessness.

Given our childhood friend relationship, Mashiro and I are very close. This isn’t something that just started; it’s been like this since elementary school.

Because of that closeness, Mashiro sometimes unconsciously tempts me.

She’ll sit on my lap, hug me from behind, or snuggle up and rub her cheek against mine.

There are many moments that test my self-control, and it’s really hard on my heart. Even so, Mashiro’s clinginess is so adorable that I can’t help but forgive her.

I think it’s proof of the trust she has in me from our long-standing relationship since childhood, but I can’t help but wonder if she’s so defenseless that she doesn’t see me as a man.

Well… someone like me, who is clueless about romantic relationships between men and women, would have no way of knowing what Mashiro really thinks of me.

As I ponder this while taking off my shoes, I noticed Mai peering into my face.

“What’s wrong, Mai? Do I have something on my face?”

“Nope! I was just thinking how envious I am of you, big brother. I want to play a lot with Mashiro-san too!”

“You really like Mashiro, don’t you? You’re closer to her than you are to me.”

“That’s because Mashiro-san is like the ideal kind and gentle big sister to me. She’s always been so sweet to me since I was little, and I love Mashiro-san so much!”

“Indeed, Mashiro treats you like a little sister.”

“Yeah! And Mashiro-san always smells sweet and nice, and her breasts are big too. Ahh… I want to take a nap with my face buried in Mashiro-san’s breasts… Do you think she’d let me if I asked?”

“You’re completely immersed in your desires, aren’t you, sister…? Napping with your face buried in Mashiro’s chest, really…”

It seems like Mai isn’t listening to me at all, as she lets her cheeks slacken in a daze, lost in fantasies of playing with Mashiro.

I do understand that feeling, but I want to experience being enveloped in those soft, bouncy, sweet-smelling marshmallow-like breasts too. However, I don’t have the courage to voice it, and if I acted on it, Mashiro would definitely get mad at me.

As I think about how my sister can say such things so easily, I clean up my shoes and open the door to the living room. Mai sticks close to me, as if she still has some business to attend to, and follows me inside.

As I start organizing the gear I used for yesterday’s camping trip, she begins fiddling with her smartphone next to me, smiling.

“Big brother, we’re going to the beach with Mashiro next, right?”

“Yeah. I’ve decided to spend this summer having fun with Mashiro.”

“Then we need to prepare for the beach, right? Swimsuits, beach balls, floaties, and definitely towels and sandals, and sunscreen is a must too!”

Saying this, Mai opens a shopping site on her smartphone and starts searching for things needed for the beach. But for some reason, the screen is filled with women’s swimsuits and beach items aimed at women.

What is this strange sense of discomfort I feel?

All the products Mai is looking at are all things that she would use.

Considering this, could it be…?

“Hey, Mai. Are you planning to come along…?”

“Eh!?”

As soon as I spoke, Mai stopped moving completely. Then, with a look of trepidation, she gazed at me.

“…I can’t believe it, but is it a no?”

“No, no, you. Didn’t you say you’d be busy with club activities during summer vacation?”

Mai was part of the track and field club in middle school, and during summer vacation, she had practice almost every day. She must have gone for a run on the school grounds this morning as well.

Of course, that would continue throughout the summer break; she had mentioned that with the competition approaching, she would be immersed in practice, so I had heard that there wouldn’t be time to play around during the vacation.

“But, but it’s more important than the competition! I want to see Mashiro in a swimsuit! I want to see, I want to see!”

“Is Mashiro’s swimsuit more of a priority for you than the competition…?”

“I think going to the beach would be good training too! I want to go, I want to go! I absolutely want to go!”

Mai clasped her hands together and pleaded. The desperate look in her eyes, glistening with tears, had an almost haunting intensity.

At this point, my little sister would never give up until I nodded vigorously. I knew this from similar situations in the past. Even if I refused now, she would cry every night until I had no chance to sleep at all.

“Alright. In that case, I’ll ask Mashiro if it’s okay to bring my little sister. If she says yes, then you can come along.”

“Yay! Thank you, big brother!!”

“Ugh…”

As soon as I agreed, Mai jumped on me in sheer joy.

While she hugged me, her excitement was palpable. However, the source of her joy was the thought of seeing Mashiro in a swimsuit, which left me feeling somewhat conflicted.

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With a sigh, I took out my smartphone and opened RINE to contact Mashiro.