Ore no Imōto ga Konna ni Kawaii Wake ga Nai:Volume 2 Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The season is summer, a certain July Saturday when finals exams are just ahead.

That day, I was in the one room in our house that lacked air conditioning (that's my room) since morning, I was sitting in front of my desk in desperation - or rather, agony is closer.

"Gu.... Grr..."

Studying for exams like a high school 2nd year student... is of course not what I was doing.

"Gr... Gah..."

I was conquering the newly released eroge "Siscalypse" (full title needs translation).

"...dah!"

Click click clickclickclick! I am bashing away at the buttons of the USB controller attached to the laptop.

On the screen is a battle with two girls with weird outfits, jumping around wildly. Punches and kicks are flying about, a staff and a gun are being swung, occasionally a blindling light is shot out too while using up a gauge, a tentacle attack that covers the whole screen also appears, time gets stopped, tens of thousands of sisters are summoned, etc - you get the idea.

"Siscalypse" (full title needed) - fans have already shortened it to "Siscaly" - has a different feel to it than any other ADV (adventure game) that I have played.

Read text, pick choices and collect events of the little sister heroine to conquer - there's a part with those elements but the main focus of "Siscaly" is the development part and the battle part. At the start you take your chosen little sister character and develop (customise) her, raising parameters and memorizing special moves. You battle in 3D against girls that were inserted into the storyline and win - that's the Siscaly game system. Note that there's an online mode for duels over the internet.

With tens of thousands of players, the Siscaly server is said to be a best-seller. The world is so wrong. Just then,

"Ah!"

The electroshock conjurer little sister took a direct hit from the enemy little sister's tentacle attack and went flying to the edge of the screen. The health bar instantly dropped to zero and her clothes are torn and scattered.

Whap! Uwa- uwa- uwa-... (<-- echo)

Game over. The black-caped enemy little sister is looking down at my character in torn clothing.

"Go home now, you have an onii-chan too"

"Damn~, I lost to this one again! Isn't this overpowered? How am I meant to beat this?"

On hearing the fully voiced victory line which strangely pissed me off, I threw the controller aside and smacked down on the desk out of frustration. And then,

"Oh shit"

I suddenly snapped back to normal again. With the sensation of having just broken some hypnosis I grabbed my head. What the fuck am I doing...?

A 17-year old youngster concentrating on a little sister porn game since Saturday morning. That's how I, Kousaka Kyousuke, currently look. No, wait, no, this is all wrong.

I am an utterly ordinary high school boy, not an otaku.

There's a reason why I'm exclusively playing all these little sister porn games despite having a real little sister. There's nothing to hide, this game isn't mine - it's my sister's.

I have no choice but to do this because my sister forced me to with a "Do it" threat.

...no really, I'm not lying. I know it's extremely hard to believe but my little sister is an unbelievable girl who loves little sister porn games and watches anime for kids.

Yeah, that fateful day.

I discovered her secret hobby she was trying so hard to hide. Based on that, my sister requested life counseling after we'd been ignoring each other up until that point.

I didn't ask for it but I got flabbergasted at seeing her hobby, received a heap of verbal abuse, was forced into playing a porn game, got dragged into an offline meeting and then the tour around Akihabara...

I went through so much meaningless suffering. But anyway, through that our nearly conversation-less relationship had more than decades' worth of conversation injected into a few weeks.

It may have been only a little, but I got to understand a bit about my sister, who I hitherto didn't show the slightest interest in, and about otaku who I had been prejudiced against.

So I thought I ended that chapter of my life.

My sister made some otaku friends she could freely talk with and even the ultimate crisis of being discovered by our parents was overcome.

Father and mother both did not touch this topic after that, so from an external point of view, things returned to how they were before my sister's hobby was discovered. My father yelled "Do what you like" back then.

Those may have been words yelled out while being swept in the mood, but father is a person who will stick to his words no matter what.