"Hehe, Onii-chan, didn't expect that, did you? Mashiro is one of Umaru's team now!" Watching Mashiro's performance, Umaru snickered inwardly. "So, Onii-chan, hurry up and feel guilty about what you did, then let Umaru squeeze you dry! Should we go to an amusement park? Or a seaside beach?"
"Master said flicking someone's forehead is an act of violence..." After nodding, Mashiro added, "And knocking someone on the head is too, even if it doesn't hurt..."
Umaru had already started fantasizing wildly: (flailing excitedly)
A pig teammate had appeared!
Sogo Doma: #^_^
What was this useless little sister of his trying to pull now?
"Still, even though Mashiro didn't feel any pain, Master seemed to be in a lot of pain. He even cried from the pain while taking a bath," Mashiro continued.
The moment she finished speaking, the color seemed to drain from Umaru's utterly lifeless face: "..."
It was over, over! Onii-chan knew she had been making up stories about him behind his back—and she had even fake-cried! Never mind any other punishments; just the crying alone would give Onii-chan material to mock her for a whole year, maybe even longer!
"Umaru..." Just as Umaru was fretting, Sogo Doma spoke, as expected.
Umaru could only turn around stiffly. "O..."
"Umaru, was Onii-chan too rough just now? Did I hurt you anywhere? Sorry, Onii-chan, Onii-chan..." Then the little Umaru saw Sogo Doma looking even more anxious than she was.
Don't blame Sogo Doma for making a fuss. He was simply afraid that he had used the wrong amount of force in a daze. Though the chances of that happening were extremely low, better safe than sorry. Besides, in Sogo Doma's impression, his little sister almost always acted like a refined young lady in front of outsiders. If...
If she hadn't