I'm eighteen, and I have two little sisters.
One's age is a mystery. She tells me she's seventeen every day, and if I dare disagree, she'll smash my head in.
The other is a princess from the heavens. She spends all day lazing around and stuffing her face, and doesn't seem dignified at all.
“My adorable imoutos, could you please...”
“Boom!”
I just want to live off my little sisters, so why do you hit me?!
(Hehehe, did you think this book had a worldbuilding? What's that, something you can eat? Plot chaos is the way to go!)
I just want to show you what I want most in my heart. Sure, my writing is awful, but I've got a passionate heart, okay?!
