These Dangerous Girls Placed Me Into Jeopardy-Chapter 19Vol 1. : My Sister Got Upset

Exploding without thinking wouldn’t accomplish anything. As long as I talk properly, I can definitely understand what’s really going on inside Serena’s heart.

For once, I discarded my usual passive attitude and started the conversation in a slightly stronger tone, almost like I was scolding her.

“Sit up properly. Do you know what you just did?”

“...I know.”

Of course she knew exactly what she was doing. Rather, it was precisely because she knew that she went ahead and did it.

My sister is a brocon.

And not just your average brocon, but an extreme one.

The pink-glowing title hovering over her was the clearest possible evidence.

There was absolutely no way I could accept her feelings. Morally, ethically, legally—it was impossible.

Unlike Cora, who later became my stepsister, Serena is my blood-related sister. We share the same blood.

There was no need for any inner turmoil here. I should have decisively and clearly rejected her.

...But now it was already too late.

If I had stomped out her special feelings for me the moment they first sprouted, none of this would have happened.

But my slow-witted self hadn’t even realized it... Until yesterday, I still thought Serena hated me.

And so, it led to this situation now: My own sister taking advantage of me while I slept, doing all the things she absolutely shouldn’t have done.

If I suddenly blurted out something like, “Real siblings can never be together. There’s no future between us,” then Serena would probably—no, definitely—blacken.

For the sake of my sister’s mental health and my own physical safety, a direct rejection was not an option.

I had to avoid the dangerous route. I didn’t want to hit a BAD END straight out of the gate.

Communication can solve most problems. Sweet words are used to court girls, gentle words are used to comfort others, bold words are used to inspire courage, and muttering to oneself is useful for organizing thoughts!

What I needed now was:

straightforward words!

“When did it start?”

“Five years ago...”

Pffft!

Five years!!

That’s way too long!!

Meaning, for nearly 1,800 days and nights, I’d been lying there dead to the world every night without the slightest awareness?!

“You came over every night?”

Serena lowered her head and stayed silent.

What should I do...

Only one tactic left...

Hoo...

“I get it. You had a nightmare, didn’t you?”

I lied.

I knew perfectly well Serena hadn’t come because of nightmares. But I deliberately made up an excuse for her.

Lying made me feel guilty, like a weight pressing down on me, but right now I had no choice.

“I remember when we still shared a room, there was that one time you had a nightmare too, and you crawled into my bed.”

That was a complete fabrication. Nothing like that had ever happened.

But since it was supposedly such a long time ago, I could afford to "misremember" a little.

It was a flimsy excuse. Maybe she already saw through it.

But as long as she was willing to compromise here, we would both get a temporary ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) retreat. It would make things a little easier for both of us.

Serena silently nodded. Her cold expression softened slightly. She probably felt a little reassured.

For now, I couldn’t push her any harder.

I sighed and stood up from the chair, about to tell her, “Go back to sleep,” when she suddenly spoke first.

“Brother... you were awake from the beginning, weren’t you?”

“No, I only just woke up.”

“You didn’t sleep at all last night either, did you?”

“You knew?”

How did she know?

“The coffee. You poured it into the trash can.”

So she noticed...

Tsk.

If I’d known, I would’ve flushed it down the toilet instead.

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“So from the coffee you figured out that I hadn’t slept last night, and maybe you also guessed that I knew what you were doing... Even so, you still came tonight.”

“Mm. I was mentally prepared since yesterday...”

I see.

No wonder Serena hadn’t shown any panic earlier. She had already steeled herself.

“I can finally tell you now, Brother... I like you. Not the kind of love between family members— I really love you.”

Her expression was dead serious.

I could feel that she wasn’t lying.

It wasn’t like the half-joking way Lillian Ji would talk. This was a confession filled with true resolve.

Turns out the "mental preparation" she spoke of wasn’t about being caught—

It was about getting ready to confess to me.

To be honest, I was genuinely touched.

But being moved was one thing. Accepting it was another.

My moral compass didn’t allow me to accept her feelings.

“Serena, I...”

“No need to answer. I never expected an answer. Just... please allow me to stay by your side for now, okay? I promise I won’t interfere with your life...”

Shock.

So it had all been my own self-importance.

She never needed me to guide her. She had already figured it all out by herself long ago.

She must have been even more confused than I was, struggling, lost, torn—

Since five years ago...

Facing a sister like that, how could I possibly reject her last request?

“...Alright. But we have to draw clear boundaries.”

“Mm.”

Then—it was finally time to ask the question that had been haunting me...

I closed my eyes and pondered for a few seconds, then asked her the thing I cared about the most.

“Alright then. Be honest—while I was asleep, just how far did you go?”

“...Just hugged you while sleeping.”

“Tell me the truth. What exactly did you do? If you don't, I'll go tell Mom...”

The corners of Serena’s mouth drooped slightly. She looked reluctant—maybe even a little unhappy.

If this had been the old me, I would have chickened out right here.

Afraid that Serena would hate me even more, I would have backed down.

But not today.

Today, I held the initiative!

I had to get a clear answer—or life would be impossible after this!

“...I really didn’t do anything. Originally, I was going to get you to drink the coffee that night, wait until you fell asleep, and then make my move... But you caught me...”

Though she looked unhappy, she still confessed everything in a low voice.

And I broke into a cold sweat listening.

That was close!

Way too close!

I had practically been standing at the gates of orthopedic surgery...

No, wait—

Dad is a surgeon!

He could have broken my legs himself without even sending me to Germany! He could break them, set them, break them again, set them again—on infinite repeat, leaving me lying in bed for life!

Terrifying!

Serena fidgeted nervously with her fingers, watching my reaction, like a little kid who had done something wrong.

Then she timidly asked:

“...Can I still sleep with you from now on?”

If I said no, she might actually start crying...

If it’s just sleeping together, it should be fine—but there had to be strict rules.

“...Okay. But you have to wear proper pajamas.”

“What about hugs?”

“Hugging my arm is allowed.”

“Kisses?”

“...Forehead or cheeks only.”

“Mmm... In the West, family members kiss each other too. It’s just a form of etiquette.”

“No. I’m not Western, and neither are you. Besides, a kiss mixed with personal feelings isn’t etiquette anymore.”

“I swear mine are pure.”

“Still no.”

“Hmph...”

Serena snorted coldly.

She put back on her usual icy expression, turning her face away.

The corners of her mouth drooped by another fraction of a degree.

She looked even more unhappy.