These Dangerous Girls Placed Me Into Jeopardy-Chapter 34Vol 2. : Reflection and Self

The next morning, at five o'clock sharp, I opened my eyes.

Even without looking in the mirror, I already knew—my eyes must be bloodshot, with bags and dark circles likely forming beneath them.

My little sisters were still sleeping soundly on either side of me... or at least, that’s how it looked. In truth, neither of them had probably slept at all.

How do I know?

Because we’re siblings—that’s exactly why I know.

On the surface, it might’ve looked like the three of us had reconciled last night and were now sleeping peacefully together, full of familial affection.

But in reality, it had been a secret test of endurance.

We all kept pretending to be asleep while staying wide awake—a true challenge of mental discipline...

I kept thinking that if I actually fell asleep, the girls might try something crazy. Sure, we’d called a truce for now, but it’s not like that would actually stop them.

Honestly, they could change their minds at any moment.

So, I forced myself to stay awake the whole night... and now my condition was absolute crap.

Fortunately, I’d gotten a bit of sleep on the subway yesterday, so skipping one night wasn’t entirely devastating—yeah right!

My body felt like stone!

I’d been lying stiffly in place all night, and my shoulders had served as their pillows. Of course I was sore.

Ugh, it hurt so bad—even the slightest movement made my bones crack and pop...

Because of my movements, the girls also "woke up" and greeted me.

“Good morning, big brother.”

“Morning, big brother. Did you sleep well?”

“Haha... yeah! I slept great last night!”

Sure. If I’d actually slept, it probably would’ve been great. Unfortunately, I hadn’t slept at all...

My shoulders were so sore it felt like they were about to collapse.

Since both of them were awake now, I quickly kicked off the blanket, flipped over Serena, and got out of bed.

“Ah!”

“Brother...”

“I’m going to wash up! You two get up too!”

I tossed that line behind me and ran out of the room, leaving my two sisters behind.

After washing up, I made breakfast like always. Just breakfast for the three of us siblings... but the seating arrangement had changed.

Usually, the two of them would sit across from me. But this time? They sat on either side.

For the love of god, just eat like normal, will you?!

Ughhh, I was going to develop a nervous disorder at this rate... I couldn’t take this anymore...

Maybe I should just move out...

After breakfast, during a short break, the girls stayed glued to my sides again.

It was practically a formation now... like left and right guardians flanking me, as if they wanted to worship me or something.

Cora, as if all her pent-up feelings were exploding at once, chirped away like a little bird, rambling from one topic to the next. Serena, in complete contrast, said nothing at all—just silently sat by my side.

Hm. Something felt a little off about Serena. Her mood seemed a bit low?

Now wasn’t the best time to ask, so I just reached out and patted her head. And to be fair, I gave Cora a head pat too... though as a tiny bonus, I smoothed down Serena’s hair and gave her ear a little pinch...

Her mood seemed to improve. She got up and moved behind me, then started massaging my shoulders.

Waaah... that felt good.

Yeah, this—this was what a normal sibling relationship should be. Natural, warm, affectionate. Why did we have to cross that line?

Cora seemed obsessed with breaking the brother-sister boundary, while Serena had a lot more self-control. Even though she’d launched a bunch of night raids already, she’d been behaving herself lately. That was impressive.

After enjoying Serena’s massage, I felt a lot more refreshed. Seeing that it was about time, I told the girls to start getting ready to go out.

Both of them moved fast. While I was still agonizing over what to wear, they’d already changed into their outfits.

Come to think of it, whenever I went out with Cora, she never made me wait long. People always said women took forever to get ready, but I’d never had that experience.

Serena was wearing a knitted one-piece dress and black tights. Her outfit was as modest as ever, but because of her naturally cold aura, the warm look made her seem even more unique. Cora, on the other hand, was all dressed up in a trendy denim miniskirt and a black, star-patterned off-shoulder chiffon blouse. Youthful and vibrant—but wasn’t that cold?! It was only April! Bare shoulders and thighs were a bit much, weren’t they?

If she walked outside dressed like that, she’d definitely attract a whole pack of guys... fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

And that—was unacceptable!

Until my sisters got married, I was their guardian. That’s my job as their big brother!

Cora clearly saw what I was thinking and smiled as she explained, “Don’t worry, Brother. I brought a jacket to wear outside. I just wanted you to see this outfit first~”

“Oh, I see. It’s really cute. Mm, Serena too.”

If someone told me to write a 3,000-word research paper about how cute my sisters were, I could do it easily.

It’s one of the things I’m most proud of as their brother.

My sisters are seriously top-tier. They’re not just good-looking—they’ve got brains too. Sure, their personalities have a few... let’s say minor flaws, but they’re still fantastic.

But none of that matters, because the real issue is their brocon tendencies. I have no idea how to deal with that.

One possible solution: get them boyfriends as soon as possible... but that’s easier said than done.

Suddenly, I remembered those two sisters from Garbage-kun’s house. They were both extreme brocons too, right? But they each had boyfriends...

What kind of guys were they again? I remember the novel described it...

“They’re like their brother.”

Ah... that’s right.

That’s it! Why didn’t I think of this sooner? Just find substitutes for me!

In other words, if I could find two guys similar to me and introduce them to Serena and Cora, maybe I’d finally be free.

But... guys like me, huh...

What kind of person am I, exactly?

Crap—I have no idea.

If I had to describe myself, I’d say I’m just average. Plain. Nothing special. Totally forgettable. But if that were really true, I could just grab a random guy off the street, {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} right?

No. If it were that simple, I wouldn’t be in this mess to begin with.

So... what kind of person am I...? Damn, I can’t believe I’m actually having this kind of existential crisis...

Wait, of course!

Am I an idiot?! I have the power to see titles, don’t I?!

If I just use that power, I can figure out exactly what kind of guy I am!

Only problem—titles can’t be seen through reflections in mirrors or glass. That’s why I still don’t know what my own title is.

In that case, I need to find another method to see my title...

So, if I want to graduate my sisters from their brocon syndrome, I’ll need to follow this process:

Step 1 – Figure out a way to see my own title

Step 2 – Find two guys similar to me

Step 3 – Arrange a natural, chance encounter between them and my sisters

Step 4 – Help them develop a relationship (detailed planning required)

Step 5 – Once they fall in love for real, they’ll stop being obsessed with me

→ Brocon Graduation → HAPPY ENDING

Holy crap, what a roundabout process...

And I haven’t even worked out the actual plan yet. Every step of this is a damn nightmare.

Ughhhh... what a pain...

“Brother? What are you spacing out for?”

“Eh? Ah! Sorry, sorry. I’ll go change too.”

I snapped back to reality and was about to throw on something random, but of course Cora came over to pick clothes for me again.

“If you’re going out with such cute sisters, you’ve gotta dress cool too~ Let Cora pick for you, okay?”

“Sure, sure. You’re the one who bought most of my clothes anyway.”

“Here, Brother. Wear this T-shirt—it goes perfectly with the jacket you wore last night.”

“Uh... I left that jacket at a friend’s place...”

The moment I said that, Cora flinched. She narrowed her eyes and asked with a grin:

“Oh... so it’s at that woman’s house, huh...? Just a friend, really?”

“O-Of course!”

“Mmm~”

Shit! Her title’s turning black again! Is Black Cora about to make a comeback?!

“Well~ I’ll believe you this time. Wear this one then!”

Phew... that scared the hell out of me.

Watching the black fade away, I let out a long sigh in my heart. Barely got through that one.

That was terrifying. Was that really just “yandere tendencies”? It felt more like she was going full blackened...

Sigh... and I’m supposed to find a boyfriend for someone like that?

As I pulled the T-shirt over my head, I quietly let out a sigh into the fabric.

This is an SSS-class difficulty quest.

What the hell is even happening anymore... This is bullshit—no, brother-shit!