PM 11:45
"What exactly is the sincerity Umaru wants..." Sogo Doma muttered to himself as he stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair. After a while, he clutched his head with both hands again. Damn it, why couldn't I control my strength back then? She cried from the pain even in the bathroom—how much must it have hurt when I flicked her forehead earlier... Umaru, it was your onii-chan... Wait! Still holding his head, Sogo Doma, too ashamed to face anyone, seemed to realize something.
"Come to think of it, does that useless imouto really have that much endurance? I remember that, just like usual, she only covered her forehead with both hands. If it hurt that much, her eyes should have filled with tears right then..."
At that thought, Sogo Doma lowered his hands and rested a hand beneath his chin, falling into thought. After a while, his face darkened. "Could it be that I got tricked by that useless dumpling?"
Heh... hehehe...
He had been too worried just now to even consider the possibility that his useless imouto had lied to him. But now...
Sogo Doma quietly got to his feet, silently slid open the living room door, then activated stealth mode, sneaking inside as quietly as possible. He needed to see how that useless imouto was acting after something like this.
There was a saying: when someone was alone in a familiar environment, that was when they let their guard down the most. If he was right, that useless imouto was the only one in the living room playing games right now. If she had lied to him earlier, then while she was gaming alone, she would be at her easiest to expose.
If that useless imouto had lied, Sogo Doma wore a vicious grin: #^_^