Dumped by One, Chased by Another? My Ex's Sister Is a Gal and She's Coming for Me - Episode 8

“Well, if you come all the way to Yokohama, you’ve got to check out Chinatown!”

“…Yeah, I guess so.”

“What’s up? You don’t seem very excited.”

“Just feeling a bit drained, that’s all.”

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Shopping for clothes with Haruki had taken quite a bit of time.

We compared opinions, negotiated compromises, and finally arrived at a conclusion.

Her outfit now was a street-style look: a black hoodie, camo cargo pants, and a baseball cap that made her resemble a little leaguer.

Honestly, all the other outfits she brought were way too revealing, so this was really the only option left.

Not that this one wasn’t pushing it either.

Her stomach was still exposed.

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“Well, this works out. I’m getting a little hungry too, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I suppose…”

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A quick glance at the clock told me it was already three in the afternoon.

In other words, snack time.

And after enduring the exhausting trial of picking out clothes with a girl, the idea of snacking our way through Chinatown definitely had its appeal.

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“Is there anything you feel like eating?”

“Hmm, honestly? I didn’t really think that far ahead. What kind of food is there in Chinese cuisine?”

“…You’re starting from there!?”

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Well, it’s not like I’m an expert on Chinese food either.

I’ve heard of Peking duck.

And century eggs.

Never actually tried them, though.

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“Anyway, let’s just walk around and see what we find!”

“Ah—wait up!”

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Haruki suddenly grabbed my hand and took off running.

All I could do was follow her, making sure she didn’t lose her balance.

We passed under the Asahi Gate and entered Chinatown.

Inside, it was even more crowded than outside—packed with people of all ages, and plenty of foreign tourists, too.

From the outside, we probably made a pretty odd pair ourselves.

Or who knows? Maybe we just looked like a normal couple.

…Nah, no way.

We’re five years apart, and we don’t even look close in age.

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Before I realized, Haruki was staring at a food stall.

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“Hey, check it out! They’ve got dumplings on skewers!”

“More like dim sum, isn’t it?”

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We bought two skewers, each with four different dim sum pieces on them—definitely a good deal.

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“Wait, let me pay my share.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m older, after all—let me play the cool senpai here.”

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Honestly, she’s like a little sister to me anyway. It’d be weird not to treat her.

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“Well, if you insist… Mmm, this is so good!”

“Yeah? Let me try—whoa, this is great!”

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What made the skewer special was how each bite had a different flavor.

Vegetables, pork, meat with chives—each one had its own filling.

Totally worth the money.

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“Hey, look over there! They’ve got panda-shaped buns!”

“Aw, that’s cute.”

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Pandas really do go hand-in-hand with Chinese-themed stuff.

Apparently, the different colors mean different flavors.

I went with the classic white one. Haruki picked the pink panda bun.

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“Whoa! It’s strawberry! So good!”

“Chocolate filling, huh? That’s rare. Not bad at all.”

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If you’re into sweet buns like red bean or custard, this would probably be right up your alley.

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“Wait—look at that! What is that?”

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Taiwanese fried chicken.

Apparently, it’s trendy right now.

It’s huge—shaped like a flat disk, almost big enough to cover someone’s entire face.

I’d really like to meet the person who thought, “Yeah, bigger is better!” and made it this size.

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“Want to just get one and split it? I don’t think I could finish a whole one by myself.”

“Yeah, good idea. I don’t think I’ve got the courage to take on that monster solo either.”

“Oh, look—they’ve got bite-sized ones for sharing too.”

“Eh, but we came all this way. Let’s go big!”

“Wait, how are we even supposed to split this thing?”

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There’s no way chopsticks or skewers could cut it.

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“Come on, we can just take bites, one after another.”

“…Huh?”

“What?”

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Haruki looked a bit worried.

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“Wait, are you… uncomfortable with that?”

“N-no, not at all. I was just wondering if you were okay with it.”

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I mean, doesn’t sharing food like that bother her?

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“Huh? Not really! But we better eat fast before it gets cold!”

“Oh—”

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With that, she took a huge bite of the massive fried chicken.

She chewed thoroughly and swallowed with a satisfied gulp.

The way she ate—so happily and confidently—made me stop and stare.

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“Mmm! This is crazy good! You’ve gotta try it too, Onii-san!”

“…Alright, alright.”

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I took a bite from the part she hadn’t bitten into.

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“Whoa, this is amazing.”

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The flavor hit hard—just like the oil, which practically attacked my senses.

Totally worth the mess.

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“Hey, gimme another bite!”

“Ah—”

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Whether she noticed or not, Haruki bit into the exact same spot I just had.

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“Yup! Still amazing!”

“…Well, if she’s not bothered, I guess I won’t be either.”

“Hmm?”

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Haruki tilted her head.

Then she grinned mischievously and leaned in close.

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“Aw, so you do care about indirect kisses?”

“Ugh—”

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Of course, when someone leans in close, their face naturally takes over your whole field of vision.

Her lips, glistening with oil, caught my eyes before I could help it.

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“A-anyway! Let’s go check out the next place!”

“Aw, dodging the topic? You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

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I shook my head, trying to banish any impure thoughts.