Why Is Your Pen Name So Fucking Cringe?
The little sister trembled silently, face-down on the ground.
“…….”
Her body wouldn’t stop shaking. Before long, the floor beneath her had grown slick, forming a glistening puddle.
“Ah…”
Her hips were raised high, the elegant curve of her waist standing out sharply. My gaze kept getting sucked toward that beautifully arched back. Even the way her small ass quivered was somehow cute. Looking at her like this made me feel like she was completely naked, even though she wasn’t.
“Huu…”
The memory of that night came rushing back—the night she’d collapsed forward after drinking, showing me her pale, bare skin.
“Fuck off… just get lost already…”
Her voice was thick with tears and moisture.
“Hey…”
My head was completely blank. All I could see was her. I couldn’t think of anything, let alone figure out what the hell I was supposed to say.
“Haa… I said get the fuck away from me…”
We were in the middle of the street. Sure, there weren’t many people around, but that only made it worse. I couldn’t just leave her here like this.
“F-first, just get up. The ground’s filthy…”
“Ah! Don’t touch me! I said don’t touch me!”
She still had some strength left and tried to shake my hand off.
“That’s enough. Let’s just go home.”
“Aaaang! I told you not to touch me, you fucking idiot!!”
Her scream echoed loudly. Still, I kept trying to support her.
Shhhhhhhhh—
“Hut! Hauk! Haa, haaaang!!”
It was the sound of water.
The little sister was pissing herself right there.
“If you had to go that badly, you should’ve said something… It’s fine. Just… let it out. You’re already soaked anyway.”
I knew trying to comfort her awkwardly would only make things weirder, so I acted like it was no big deal.
“Ha… haaaaa…”
“You’re not a little kid anymore. How can you do this in the middle of the street?”
“Shut your fucking mouth… I want to rip you apart…”
“…O-okay.”
She bared her teeth in a growl, still staggering and trying to push me away.
“Dude, just go. You can barely even walk.”
“…I said I’d rip your mouth open. It means stop talking to me.”
Her legs were trembling violently. So was her voice. But her face was flushed bright red, and she kept muttering in that venomous tone.
“Should I… take a piss too?”
“……”
It was my desperate attempt to lighten the suffocating atmosphere with a joke. All I got in return was her icy glare.
“Alright, alright. I’ll shut up.”
“Haaaa…”
“You’re gonna make the ground collapse at this rate.”
“Just! Please, please shut the fuck up.”
“……”
Seeing her explode like that, I finally clamped my mouth shut again. I kept forcibly supporting her even as she tried to squirm away.
“Hey, this is nothing. Not between us.”
It wasn’t nothing. No matter how you looked at it, a grown woman pissing herself on the street while fully clothed was a huge deal.
“You… fuck… are your ears blocked or something?”
“Ah… I said shut up. I keep forgetting.”
“Haaa…”
“…But seriously, I don’t care. It’s fine.”
“You fucking bastard!!”
Even though I was getting cursed out, the mood seemed to have brightened a little. I figured that was good enough.
“You’ve been swearing at me nonstop since earlier.”
“It’s because you keep making me!”
“Okay, okay. Let’s just go. We can talk on the way.”
She seemed to realize she couldn’t break free with brute force and finally became a bit more obedient.
“…Why the hell did you suddenly drag me outside, haaa…”
“You’re saying it’s my fault you pissed yourself?”
“……P-piss? N-no it’s not! It’s not piss, you asshole!!!”
The moment I said the word “piss,” the previously docile little sister flew into a rage again. She thrashed even harder than before.
“Okay, okay. It’s not piss. Let’s just say you spilled some water.”
“Aaaah!! I said it’s not!!!”
She was so embarrassed she was trying to pretend the whole thing never happened.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s definitely not piss. I know, I know.”
“Hey!!”
Still, I understood how she felt, so I played along as best I could.
“Tsk! The whole neighborhood’s gonna hear. Shh.”
“H-huu… haaa…”
She was panting heavily now. Her face was filled with a mixture of fury and humiliation.
“Wait, if it’s not piss, then what is it?”
“……”
Maybe there had already been a puddle there? Maybe I just hadn’t noticed? I asked her that, and she started flailing again.
“…That, um, haa…”
Her expression turned into pure panic. Her face was burning so hot it looked like it might start smoking.
“Anyway… that’s not important.”
“……Then what… what is…”
Honestly, I was a little grateful she’d pissed herself. It made it easier for me to bring up what I needed to say without feeling too guilty.
“About what I was trying to say earlier…”
“Ah……”
“You already know, right?”
“……”
That silence was a yes. I continued quietly.
“To be honest, I’m insanely embarrassed too. So let’s just call it even with this.”
“…Call it even?”
“Yeah. I’ll pretend I didn’t see you piss yourself, and you pretend you don’t know I’m that author.”
“……Little Sister Lover?”
“…Gulp.”
Dry saliva slid down my throat. I never thought I’d hear my full pen name come out of someone’s mouth. Most people just shortened it or called me “that writer.” I certainly never imagined hearing it from my little sister while pressed up against her like this.
Cold sweat trickled down my forehead from the tension.
“A-anyway… once we get home, we both forget everything. I forget you pissed yourself, you forget I’m that writer. All of it.”
“……”
“…Got it?”
I wasn’t expecting a cheerful answer. But the little sister slowly nodded.
“Hey… then before we go inside?”
“Sh-should we start now?”
It was New Year’s. January 1st. The very first day… I’d added that with some weird sense of significance.
“…No, I, um, I have something to ask.”
“Ah, uh… go ahead and ask…”
I really didn’t want to, but I couldn’t exactly refuse in this situation.
“Um…”
Her lips parted slightly. I stared at those pink, trembling lips.
“That time… the photo…”
“Ah…”
Of course it was coming. Not only had I secretly taken the photo, I’d stupidly sent it to her. I even had a chance to fix it. But instead, I’d lied and said it was from my girlfriend and that everything was already consensual.
“I’m sorry… I have no excuse. Even if I had ten mouths, I couldn’t explain it.”
My face burned with shame. I bowed my head deeply, pressing my forehead toward the ground.
“No, wait… that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m asking if you jerked off to that photo…?”
Her voice was no longer trembling. That clear, ringing voice of hers pierced straight into my ears.
“Ah, that’s a bit of a misunderstanding…”
“……Misunderstanding?”
“Y-yeah… I mean, it’s true that it looks like something you’d misunderstand, but I definitely didn’t do anything with it… I was just looking at other photos, and I dropped my phone, and that’s probably what happened…? So it’s absolutely not what you’re thinking, really, so please don’t misunderstand, okay…?”
I had no idea what the hell I was even saying. It felt like I was just vomiting out whatever came to mind.
“So it’s a misunderstanding, then.”
“Y-yeah… that’s right…”
“…And you didn’t send that photo anywhere else or upload it, right?”
“O-of course not! It’s your photo, how could I possibly…”
No matter what excuse I made, it sounded pathetic. Anything I added only made it worse.
“…Then it’s fine.”
Her tone was somewhat cold. Well, if your older brother got drunk and secretly took a naked photo of his little sister…
“Ah, y-yeah.”
“And let go. I’m really okay now.”
“Okay.”
The moment she finished speaking, I stepped to the side. I walked quietly beside her.
“…But seriously, why the fuck is your pen name so cringe? Are you actually insane?”
“It was just… for clicks…”
“Ha! For clicks?”
“Then what about the, the title?! Was that for clicks too?”
“Ah, yeah… back then, incest little-sister stories were trending… so I just tried writing one too…”
“So you named it 486 Ways to Eat My Little Sister?”
“……”
I had nothing to say. I just nodded silently.
“Haa…”
It was a deep, heavy sigh from the little sister.
“Wow… then what about the name? Why did you use the exact same name?”
“…Just because?”
“You used my real name just because?”
“N-no… honestly, I didn’t think it would last this long… naming characters is hard… and at the time I was probably chatting with you, so that’s probably why…”
“Ha, haha… this is actually fucking ridiculous.”
I answered every question obediently. But the little sister didn’t hide her disgusted expression and kept glaring at me fiercely.
“W-want me to revise it…? If you want, I’ll do it. I can.”
“…Bullshit. When the hell are you going to revise all of that?”
“Ah, thank you…”
Until her mood improved, I had no choice but to keep throwing out empty promises.
“Everything’s ‘thank you’ with you, what the hell.”
“Hahaha… By the way, when did you start drawing? I really had no idea.”
“Is that any of your business?”
“Ah, yeah… right… it’s not my business…”
She looked like she was on her period and taking it all out on me. And at a level of viciousness I’d never experienced before. But since I’d done so many terrible things, I could only endure it. I’d become the kind of guy who just did whatever she told me to.
“…Misunderstanding? Just because? For clicks? Ha… this is unbelievable.”
The little sister looked extremely dissatisfied, her lips pouting out. She stomped her feet angrily against the ground with every step.