Clara was only supposed to play the role of a temporary little sister, yet in the end, it turned out that Sista was the real sister.
According to the Ethics Committee’s regulations, all artificial humans, non-human modified individuals, and non-human intelligent lifeforms, as long as they abide by the law, have full human rights.
In other words, even though Sista is an artificial human, no one is allowed to treat her as an object. Not even the Sigma Heroes can restrict her personal freedom—she can walk freely on the streets, and as a company employee, she must even be paid a salary, with a designated guardian to look after her.
Looking at it this way, as Sista’s agent, perhaps Ms. Okuda Daruma really could be called Sista’s foster mother?
After all, an agent is supposed to take care of her daily life.
And now,
“So she really just left you here, huh.”
That’s what Clara said.
Sista was lying perfectly straight on Clara’s bed. Her posture was neat, but she didn’t look like she was sleeping—it was more like a body laid out for viewing. She didn’t seem relaxed at all…
This wasn’t like her usual self.
Clara, on the other hand, lay on her side, propping herself up with her elbow, studying Sista in the moonlight streaming through the dome above.
“Oh my~ Little brother, are you nervous sleeping with me?”
Clara felt like she was a mischievous older sister teasing her little sister right now, but from appearances, Clara was actually the loli here…
Sista nodded.
“I’ve never slept with anyone else before.”
“……Sigh, I’ve kind of gotten used to it lately.”
Clara was a little surprised to say that herself.
She had been sharing beds a lot recently—she even had the experience of four people sleeping together…
With a wry smile, she muttered, “So the perfect hero was designed this way, huh? Is this the real truth behind the Sigma Series?”
Even those red, blue, and green brothers were the same.
The orphan story was a lie, but not entirely a lie—artificial humans really didn’t have parents.
That’s why they’re all handsome, have strength, and don’t have any weaknesses for evil organizations to exploit—no life experiences, no so-called “family or friends” to be used against them.
Looking at it that way, being an artificial human hero really did have its advantages. But there was one thing Clara was sure of.
“If this gets out, Sigma Heroes Company is done for.”
“That’s why I’m asking you to keep it a secret.”
“I don’t have any evidence. If I expose it, you’d just attack me. And Dream Witch’s business isn’t strong enough to handle that kind of blow.”
Okuda Daruma entrusted Sista to Clara out of necessity.
After all, they couldn’t really let her sleep with one of those three brothers, could they? Either open up another room for her, or let two people squeeze in together.
But opening up another room would look suspicious—someone from the resort staff might discover the secret…
So in the end, they decided to have Sista secretly fly over to Clara’s room each night, then in the morning, before filming started, fly back to Azure Cavalry’s guest room—this way they could fool the resort staff and the fans, keeping Sista’s secret safe.
But if it was just that, there was no need for her to stay with Clara—she could just stay in the Sigma Heroes staff group’s room.
What Okuda Daruma really wanted to ask Clara for help with was covering for Sista in the upcoming week, helping smooth things over and keeping up appearances if Sista slipped up in front of the cameras.
This wasn’t easy. As an agent, it was hard for Okuda Daruma to intervene off-camera—only Clara, who would always be with Sista, could manage it. Besides, this collaboration was at the seaside, on the beach, in the thin clothes of summer. Sista was a female artificial human, and even though her flat chest could rival Kamui’s, she couldn’t exactly wear a man’s swimsuit—there were risks of exposure everywhere.
How were they even going to get through the activities like this?
Clara couldn’t imagine it, but Okuda Daruma probably had a plan.
“But Ms. Daruma sure trusts me a lot, doesn’t she?”
“It was me who recommended you to her…”
That’s what Sista said, but Clara wondered if she’d heard wrong.
“Hm?”
“I trust you, Miss Clara.”
“Don’t say things like that out of the blue. We haven’t even met that many times, have we?”
“Because being with the adorable Miss Clara makes me feel at ease.”
“No, don’t just call me adorable all of a sudden!”
“Like a little animal.”
“…So that’s the kind of cute you mean?”
So that’s how Sista saw her all along—as a kitten or a puppy.
But she could understand—after all, a one-year-old child wouldn’t have those complicated feelings…
But for some reason, Clara felt a little disappointed.
Hey! Don’t make up inner thoughts for me!
Nyx had been showing up out of nowhere more and more lately.
Sista, who had just been lying stiffly on her back, turned to her side now, and the two of them stared into each other’s eyes. But there was no emotion in those beautiful eyes.
Since she was just a one-year-old artificial human, all the things Clara found odd before now made sense—not just lacking common sense, but Sista’s emotions were very faint, rarely showing clear expressions. Most of the time, it was hard to guess what she was thinking.
“Sigh, let’s just get some sleep.”
It was just one week sleeping with a little sister who was only a year old—Clara had lived thirty-five times longer than her, no reason to make a fuss.
Even knowing her real age and gender, her appearance was still that of a beautiful young boy, which left Clara feeling conflicted—after all, she had always thought of Sista as male until now.
“Excuse me, may I hold Miss Clara while I sleep?”
Sista made this request, and Clara pressed her forehead, sighing, “It’s good you asked first, that’s progress, but don’t you think that’s a little over the line?”
“I don’t think so. I just like cute things.”
Come to think of it, Sista had always said she found her cute.
In this way, she really was like a girl.
“Alright, little girl, just hugging is fine…”
“Thank you.”
Clara was about to act more mature, but Sista already had her arms open, pulling Clara into an embrace.
“I like you, Miss Clara. I like your touch and your scent.”
She just likes me like a small animal, right? I get it!
Miss Sista buried her face in Clara’s hair, mumbling, “I wish I could keep hugging you like this forever.”
“Don’t push your luck.”
“If only… I could be as cute as Miss Clara.”
Because she can’t become cute herself, that’s why she likes cute things?
What an insecure child—Clara was reminded of Lucia, who used to stick to her all the time and even wanted to sleep together when she was over ten.
Maybe hugging Clara really did have a calming effect, because soon enough, Sista was already breathing softly in sleep.
“This little girl, she sure falls asleep fast.”
“Ma…ma… (mumbling in her sleep)”
“Eek?!”
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