After almost raiding every gacha and crane machine in the convention hall, Yuki finally confirmed it.
Her brother really had a one-shot, full-hit constitution.
She glanced at the four bulging bags of merchandise Ayano was carrying.
"That's enough for today..."
"Big bro, next time let's go to Akihabara. Let the shopkeepers there feel what real one-shot luck looks like!"
She spoke with giddy excitement.
After grabbing lunch at a nearby ramen shop, Yuki didn't plan to continue shopping.
"Akiko and the others only come back on weekends. I should save some time for them too," she said generously.
She knew that a main wife who only suppresses others won't last long.
As the Suou family's carefully trained heiress, Yuki was well-versed in balancing tactics—win over some, divide others, suppress a few…
Only by playing every angle could she keep the upper hand.
Then, she picked out the six chibi figures they'd drawn first and set them aside.
Kuzeha, curious, asked,
"You really like this set?"
Yuki glanced at him and said with a smirk,
"If I remember correctly, Akiko loves this series too. I've seen her BD collection!"
"Of course I have to show off in front of her. Especially since these were drawn by you, Big Bro…"
She hummed with pride, already picturing the envy and jealousy on Akiko's face.
Kuzeha shook his head with a helpless smile.
This was how Yuki's image as the "great demon queen" slowly but surely embedded itself into the hearts of Akiko and Sora.
"Of course, the most important reason is... because it's from Feather-sensei,"
Yuki said, eyes twinkling as she looked up at him.
"My siscon big bro's debut masterpiece."
She slid her delicate hand into his,her fingers like soft snakes coiling around his.
Palms pressed together, fingers intertwined.
To Yuki, that work meant far more than she let on.
Back then, when their parents divorced and the siblings were separated—then her father passed away—young Kuzeha had taken it upon himself to run the orphanage alone.
Yuki, a girl who should've had carefree nights, often couldn't sleep.
Until Kuzeha's first novel was published.
Every night before bed, she'd read a chapter.
Only through his words—through the love he poured into his fictional sisters—could she fall asleep.
To this day, she still kept the habit.
That novel remained the only book she kept in her room at the estate.
Sensing her emotions, Kuzeha's gaze softened.
He gently patted her head.
Yuki leaned into his arms and closed her eyes.
The air in the car turned quiet and warm.
In the front seat, Ayano caught the scene through the rearview mirror and smiled.
"Master Yuu and Miss Yuki's sibling bond is still as deep as ever..."
To her, it was the purest and most beautiful kind of love.
A moment later—Kuzeha, still holding the sleeping girl, heard a rapid click click click.
He opened his eyes.
Yuki was taking selfies. Lots of them.
She quickly cropped, filtered, and arranged them with a nine-photo grid—pictures of them walking around the convention, drawing gacha together...
And posted it to INS.
"Yay~ Thanks to Big Bro, I got all the newest merch today~"
Half an hour later—
Back at the orphanage, Kuzeha had just stepped in the door when he was tackled by Sora and Akiko.
Then came the angry glares directed at Yuki.
"Despicable!"
"So underhanded!"
"You said he was just picking you up—but you had him take you to a convention!?"
Obviously, Yuki hadn't blocked them from seeing her post.
In fact, she probably posted it for them.
Especially Akiko.
Seeing her go to a convention with Kuzeha, pulling gacha, and even lying happily in his arms—Akiko nearly shattered her molars.
Jealousy was splitting her atoms.
After the verbal barrage, the two reconfirmed the importance of their alliance.
As they glared at Yuki, she casually pulled out six chibi figures.
"Oh, my brother's luck is just too good. He pulled more than one full set. I don't even have room to keep them all…"
As she spoke, her gaze subtly watched Akiko's reaction.
Sure enough—Akiko's eyes were locked on those figures.
Her breathing even grew faster.
She was a diehard fan of that siscon series!
But more importantly—these were drawn by her brother.
That made them priceless.
Still, the more precious they were, the more infuriating it was to see Yuki flaunting them.
Spotting her hesitation, Yuki's eyes gleamed.
"Akiko, you like this series too, right? I'll give you this set."
Akiko froze.
She wasn't taunting her?
Was this a trap?
She looked at Yuki, full of suspicion.
But when Yuki tilted her head and added, "If you don't want them, I'll just list them secondhand..."
"Don't!"
Akiko blurted out reflexively.
Sora gave her a betrayed look.
You folded? To the demon queen!?
Akiko couldn't meet her gaze.
Forget pride—nothing was more important than a set of figures drawn by Big Bro.
"Ahem. Well, since you insist—I guess I'll graciously accept."
She snatched the bag and ran to her room.
Sora stood frozen.
Just now, they'd been united in righteous indignation.
Now she was betrayed.
"Spineless girl!" she cursed in her heart.
Then she saw Yuki pull out another bag.
"Oh look~ Big Bro also caught these black-and-white rabbit plushies from the crane machine..."
Sora's eyes froze.
But she had pride.
She wouldn't accept charity from Yuki!
"…And there's Big Bro's photo booth sticker in here too~"
Sora cracked.
She peeked through the transparent bag—yep, that was his sticker photo.
A rare collectible.
It must not be allowed to stay in Yuki's hands!
She stepped forward, grabbed the whole bag.
"I'll… be in charge of this."
With that, she carried it back to her room.
Yuki turned to Kuzeha and flashed a V-sign.
"Mission complete!"
Kuzeha laughed and gave her a thumbs-up.
This had always been her style—one carrot, one stick.
That's why, even when the girls looked like rivals, he never worried.
Not long after—
Sakura and Yuri Nao returned from the supermarket.
Back when they all lived in the orphanage, a weekly shopping routine was essential.
Even now, Sakura still kept that habit.
"Sakura, Nao! Here, gifts from Big Bro. He pulled them himself!"
Yuki had already started practicing the art of balancing affection like a proper main wife.
The two girls accepted the plushies happily.
They weren't worth much on their own—but since Kuzeha drew them, that made them priceless.
"Oh right, Kuze-nii, we saw Toka-nee earlier!"
"She and Rikka are moving back here!"
Kuzeha was surprised.
He pictured two familiar figures in his mind.
He and the others walked down the road—and sure enough, they saw the Takanashi sisters carrying boxes in front of a house.
Takanaoshi Tōka had just lifted a box when she spotted him.
Her eyes trembled slightly.
As he got closer, his face—more handsome than ever—filled her vision.
Memories surged in her mind.
Six years ago, their parents died unexpectedly.
It devastated middle-schooler Tōka and her younger sister Rikka.
It was Kuzeha who took them in.
If not for him, two girls with no survival skills might've ended up with their parents.
Though younger than her, he held up the entire orphanage.
To Tōka, Kuzeha was her guiding light—her white moonlight.
In her third year, she dropped the standard high school track to study cooking.
She enrolled in Tōtsuki Culinary Academy.
She wanted to be like Kuzeha.
To live by her own skills.
To take care of herself and Rikka.
After graduating, she worked in a high-end restaurant.
It was busy, but paid well.
All these years, she saved money to one day repay him.
But she never knew how to approach him again.
She wanted to wait until she had something to show for herself.
When Rikka got into the nearby Private Ginkgo Academy, she finally made up her mind.
She quit her job, moved near the orphanage, and planned to surprise him.
She wanted to cook him a proper meal before revealing she'd come back.
But now…
He'd seen her too early.
I didn't tell him I was back yet…
Will he be upset?
Think I don't care about him…?
Her heart was in chaos.
Then, she heard that now-familiar, deepening voice.
"Tōka-nee, Rikka—welcome home."
Tōka froze.
She looked at his face—then smiled faintly and said, "It's been a while, Yuu."
Meanwhile, Rikka had dropped her box and leapt into his arms.
Poking her head up, ahoge swaying, she asked seriously:
"Void Messenger, you haven't met the Dark Eye Sovereign in ages—has your mana improved?"
Kuzeha chuckled, ruffling her hair.
"The Void Messenger has evolved into a god-tier being."
Rikka gasped.
Then turned to Yuki and asked gravely, "And you, Demon Emissary?"
Yuki instantly snapped into chuuni mode, sighing dramatically.
"Hah... In these years, I've suppressed countless succubi who coveted my brother—I mean, my throne. I've now ascended to Demon King!"
Read advance chapters on: patre on.com/Bored_Mortal