I Received an NTR V*deo - Episode 8

“Hey, Yujiro-nii, want to go out for a bit?”
It was a cloudy morning, but not the kind that hinted at rain. I was still half-asleep when my younger sister barged into my room.
Her name is Sayuri Enjo. She’s tall for a girl, with a sporty frame and short hair from her athletic activities. Despite the boyish look, her facial features are striking. I lost count of how many guys confessed to her back in middle school.
Dressed casually in a hoodie and shorts, she climbed onto my bed.
“I’m still sleeping…”
“Then get up earlier.”
“I’m still tired. Why don’t you drag Toshi-nii out instead?”
“No way. He’s a dumbass.”
Calling our older brother an idiot… not wrong, so I couldn’t argue. Sayuri pulled off my futon with a blank expression and tossed my clothes at me.
“Get changed.”
“Alright, alright… just let me change already.”
I said it playfully, but Sayuri took it seriously and actually started trying to undress me.
“Hey! That was a joke!”
“I’ll help you change, Yujiro-nii.”
“No thanks! I don’t need my little sister dressing me.”
I pushed her away and began changing while she sat cross-legged on the bed, casually watching me.
“You’re not going to leave?”
“I’ve seen it all before. Doesn’t bother me.”
Blunt and bold as ever. She shamelessly watched me change until I was fully dressed.
“So, where exactly are we going? It’s still early.”
“That’s why we’re going now. If we wait until noon, it’ll be crowded.”
“You can eat at noon, you know…”
“You eat when you’re hungry.”
With a sigh, I followed her out. After sixteen years together, I already knew resistance was useless. Might as well go along with it.
As soon as we stepped outside, Sayuri wrapped her arm around mine. Her face stayed stoic, but she was surprisingly affectionate. To anyone passing by, we probably looked like a couple.
“Should we stop doing this?”
“Why?”
“People might think we’re dating.”
“Let them. I don’t care.”
I wish she cared a little.
We took the train and eventually arrived at a sports complex — a physical activity-focused leisure facility.
“Here again? Toshi-nii might’ve been better company for this.”
“That’s why I didn’t invite him. He’s loud and annoying.”
We stretched a bit, and she looked like she was having a blast. Keeping up with her was exhausting.
“That guy’s cute.”
“Yeah, he’s good-looking. Must have a girlfriend.”
“Wait, isn’t that a girl?”
“Looks like a guy though… wait, no, definitely a girl.”
People were whispering about Sayuri’s appearance — even strangers couldn’t tell at first. She had that kind of beauty that made her stand out to both boys and girls.
“Shall we play table tennis, Yujiro-nii?”
“Sure.”
Her serve was sharp. I returned it cleanly. Back and forth, our rally went on — we were well matched.
“Wow, they’re good.”
“That pretty girl’s amazing.”
“She’s wearing shorts — definitely a girl. So pretty.”
Their eyes were all on us. Honestly, I wanted to quit just to avoid the attention. But no way I was going to lose to my sister.
And so—smash.
I scored a few points with aggressive smashes and narrowly won the match.
Sayuri frowned and puffed her cheeks adorably.
“A win’s a win. Come back after leveling up.”
“We’re basically even. Next time, I’ll beat you.”
We put down our rackets and moved on. She grabbed my arm again. After all that activity, it was getting hot.
Next stop: the batting cages.
“This’ll be our next match.”
“Alright. Who’s up first?”
“Me.”
Sayuri stepped up and effortlessly swung at the pitches. Her form was flawless — cool and composed. She really could do anything.
She hit three home runs and turned to me smugly.
“If you don’t beat three, you will pay lunch.”
“What? At least count table tennis too.”
“Nope. Different game, different score.”
Ugh. She’s betting like that again. No way I could lose.
I gave it my all — and tied with three home runs.
“Nice job.”
“I wasn’t gonna lose. You eat way too much.”
She usually devours five burgers at a minimum. Treating her is a serious financial risk.
We kept going — one game after another. She challenged me out of pride, but every match ended in a draw. Eventually, we left the place without a clear winner.
“Yujiro-nii, you’re stronger than I thought.”
“Huh?”
“Because we tied every game.”
“Hey, I won the first one. That counts.”
“Wow, so confident.”
She sighed without changing her expression — clearly unfazed.
“Let’s go get lunch. My treat.”
“For real?”
“Yeah, but next time, bring Toshi-nii. He loves you. He’d definitely treat you.”
At that, Sayuri tightened her grip on my arm.
“Ouch! That hurts.”
“What?”
“Why are you squeezing so hard?”
“That’s only 40% strength.”
“Please never go full strength. You’re terrifying!”
She looked up at me, lips pouting, eyes wide — cute, but she’s still my sister. No thrill there.
“I wanna go with you, Yujiro-nii. Toshi-nii’s an idiot.”
“How many times a day do you call him that?”
“Because it’s true.”
“You should be nicer to him. He adores you.”
“Yujiro-nii, don’t you like me?”
“Of course I do.”
She smiled, clearly pleased.
“Then it’s settled. Let’s go together next time too.”
“Sure, but be nicer to your other brother.”
“Let’s do all-you-can-eat shabu-shabu next time.”
“Fine, as long as pork’s okay.”
“Perfect.”
Sayuri grinned. I mentally apologized to the restaurant in advance. She was going to destroy their inventory.
But then—
“Ah, Yujiro…?”
A voice called out.
It was Megumi.
She was out with a friend, wearing a neat outfit — jacket and long skirt. Cute, as always. But when she saw Sayuri clinging to my arm, her expression darkened instantly.
“Who’s that?”
“My little sister.”
“You don’t need to link arms with your sister like that.”
Seriously?
I sighed. She’s more jealous than I expected.
Sayuri just yawned, unfazed, and stared at Megumi.
I silently begged her to say something—anything.
This was going to be annoying to explain… again.
My shoulders slumped in quiet resignation.