It all added up. With Umaru as a living example, Utaha Kasumigaoka thoroughly believed what Sogo Doma had said. It couldn't be helped—after all, that little dumpling was so perfect in front of outsiders that she hardly seemed human. No, spit that out—she was perfect like an angel. Outstanding grades, eager to help others, cheerful personality... It seemed that every positive word in the world used to praise someone would leave people speechless when applied to her. Yet only those who truly knew Umaru understood that calling her a salted fish didn't quite cover it. If she ever left her Onii-chan, Sogo, even her survival might become a problem.
At the very beginning, Umaru had still shown some restraint. Unfortunately... Though Utaha Kasumigaoka was also considered the very embodiment of aloofness in others' eyes, and had even been given the title of Toyogasaki's genius—
"Toyogasaki's" genius—surely it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a goddess?
But, but in reality, she was just a closet otaku. Um, a closet otaku who wasn't very good at housework, at that... If that were all, it would have been one thing, but Mashiro was also right there, happily slacking off—how was that little dumpling supposed to keep up her act?
If she kept pretending, the job of taking care of Mashiro might end up falling onto her shoulders. Could that little dumpling, a seasoned salted fish, possibly agree to that?
Of course not! So most of life at the Doma Residence was a contest to see who could slack off harder. Fortunately, Sogo Doma had understood early on the importance of the ultimate technique—
"Sir, the times have changed." Otherwise, the Doma Residence would have long since been turned into a garbage dump by those three.
But when it came to the degree