I'm Not a Hero Anymore

Chapter 1 Life... Encounter.

Part 1

[Why don't I give you a quick rundown of what happened and how I ended up face deep in God's voluptuous bosoms.]

First let's get introductions out of the way… My name is Nonako Rinji. Turned Sixteen a while back and I'm just your average looking, normal boy. A High school student in the second year. I'm just your average teenager who has a difficult time talking to the ladies. Aside from that as you might have already guess. I am totally, even though in never did get to see anything no matter how hard I tried, a perv. You may find it hard to believe a self-proclaimed pervert for not doing anything, but in my defense… maybe, it was because I was always afraid of being caught.

Just like the normal person who doesn't have any girlfriend I'm a fan of animes especially the one which the protagonist has a special weapon and everything he does is related to boobs. I'm such a huge fan considering my likes… So you can say I'm slight otaku since I also love games.

I stay with my dad, mom and younger sister in our one storey three bedroom house at one side of town. We are just your average middle class family living day to day.

Beep beep… beep beep… beep beep…

There goes the alarm clock again waking me up from a good night's rest.

"Hey, Rinji. It's morning. Wake up. Hurry up and get dress or you'll be late for school."

I hear mom's voice voice coming from the lower floor. If I dare ask for five more minutes it would be war.

I lazily press the button on top of the clock to shut the alarm off before sitting up.

Mom's cooking has already permeated through the whole house and I'm pretty sure what she's up to this morning. Well it's the usual bacon and eggs, not your typical Japanese breakfast… and there's something else. From the scent… she's preparing lunch earlier as well.

Please be curry… Please be curry… Please be curry… Yep, I love curry as much as I love those squishy stuff.

To be honest my morning is pretty dull because I couldn't end that heavenly dream I was having when I got pulled out of it. I was so eager to see how it ended.

Forcing myself out of bed I grab my towel, hang it over my neck and make way towards the bathroom which was on this floor.

I'm still tired too. I was up late last night. You know the usual things boys my age do. Turn off the lights, turn on your, machine crack open a box of Hentai or porno DVD and get some good watching or just pick up those sorts of magazines and let your imagination run wild. So that's what happened and now I'm dragging myself to the bathroom.

I opened the door without knocking only to find Orino(!), my sister, only in her favourite colored pink pantie and brassier standing in front of the mirror. From the looks, which is totally obvious, she'd just finished using the shower since she's drying her hair with the towel. Her sights lock onto me, her cheeks flushed red. Orino is my sister, by blood, she has glossy long light brown hair—unlike mine which is darker—, when not loose she has a few cluster of it tied to ponytail on her the right, golden brown eyes which are beautiful to look at and well nice body.

[Holy crap. Why is she still in here?]

The colour from my face disappears.

[Not again.]

"M-morning Orino. Ehehe"

I say nervously, adding a nervous chuckle as well.

… Suddenly, her shocked expression cringes, replaced by one with rage. I see a vein bulge up on face. She snapped!

If I were to answer why she'd rather be in her underwear than cover herself with a towel it because that's how she is. She dresses like that anytime she's alone. And you can imagine the outcome already. Orino, in her own words says she was a late bloomer, being flat chested and barely much on the lower bottom. Then all of a sudden, not too long ago, she just started to fill in. Her small hills are now mountains and she now could stand with the other girls in terms of body shape. She became a full blown woman so fast and is always happily letting it show when she is alone. All the way from adorable to plain cutely matured, that is body-wise. She's not on the big side on the top, she's just a tad bigger than the average. I just don't get it, why doesn't she dry herself in her room and puts me in this situation? —Why can't she learn from past experiences!?

"This is not going to end well, is it?"

I have a very nervous smile on right now already given up expecting my punishment.

Here it comes!!!

"Riiinjiiii?!!"

"~~Yes~~?"

I answered with shaky voice filled to the brim with fear.

In her fit of rage she dashes at me clenching her right first while holding the towel with her left to cover her front.

—BAAM.

Her fist meets my cheek so hard that I fly into the wall…

"Next time knock before you enter!!"

—BANG

She slams the door.

"~Why? Ugh."

I fall on my bottom.

Just like anytime I accidentally walk in on her she didn't hold back. That's how my not so typical days are on average, fighting back the pain from her punches.

Guess I'll use the one downstairs. I collect myself and slowly, on unsteady feet head for the bathroom below.

"Oww"

Seeing Orino, even though she's a tad on the small side comparing her to me—a few inches shorter in height as well, you'd think she is feeble but she packs quite a punch. She's very athletic and takes kendo classes on her free time alongside self defense (Martial arts) and Boxing. Even so, you can hardly see she is toned, her femininity overshadows that aspect of her. So you can say she can very well defend herself.

One time when mom was done with supper we couldn't get hold of her after calling out to her. So I left to get when I got in she was in her undies with a headset to her ears. When she saw me realizing how she was she threw her one pound glass Maneki Neko, bullseye in my face. Another time I had just arrived from school—she had left earlier—and since mom and dad weren't around she decide to let loose as she usually is when no one is home. I came in just as she was returning from grabbing some snacks from the kitchen meeting her directly in the corridor just below the stairs. That day I got a kick to my stomach. She really does instant justice! It gets more brutal every time. Soon I think I will end up have a kick to me ~~baby maker. And I doubt she would stop dressing like that too.

"Ouch, It hurts."

Already feel today's starting to feel like a bad day. I walk down the stairs into the corridor holding my cheek. On the side of the staircase the bathroom is situated.

I open the door and enter… Immediately I stop when I sense a presence in the room. Jerking my head slowly to the right. I see my old man sitting on the toilet with his pants down reading a 'you-know-what' magazine.

"Morning Rin. News for the morning!"

"You've got to be kidding me? At least lock the door when you're in there."

My old man is a dark brown haired (like yours truly) man—unkempt—in his early forties, dark eye color and just like any other average man.

"What? Don't tell me you like what you see."

"No!?"

"Then just ignore it. Pretend like I'm not here…"

"Oh yea sure says the man who is clearly reading a porno mag sitting on the toilet."

I said sarcastically.

"I'm glad we see eye to eye. *grins* So what's the scoop for today?"

That's how the old man is. Every time I get into trouble with Orino, which is mostly about me accidentally finding her like before, he asks about it.

"Pink bra and panties. For some reason I feel my day is already going bad."

"That's a score!!"

"Seriously, it mostly the same kind she wears every time."

"Does it matter? You got to see it, didn't you? That's all that counts."

"God, you really are a perverted father."

I swear I just saw his eyes sparkle.

"I won't deny it and you are a perverted son and brother."

"It was an accident, like always. It doesn't count as one."

I say loud and clear. Besides it doesn't count she's my blood sister so yea.

"Really, is it? Sometimes it feels like you doing it on purpose, at the right time… That's some luck you got there catching her at times like that… An does it matter who's? It's still meant to be seen. Soon enough you'd she her buck naked."

His eyes just sparkled again.

"Sometimes I wonder what really goes through your mind. Perving on your own daughter."

All he did was grin and give me a thumbs up. He's truly a pervert in all sense. But I know he wouldn't go that far no matter how serious of a face he puts up, especially when he jokes.

"On a more serious note. Have you done the deed yet?"

He said with a serious look.

What is he talking about?

"What deed?"

"You know the deed. Feeling up the beautiful upside of a girl." He gestures moving his hand slightly curving upward around his chest.

Oh that.

"You know this really isn't the time and place to talk about such a thing."

I look at him with a look which describes the situation he is in.

"… and no I haven't."

I added.

"I can't believe I have a wuss for a son. I'm so disappointed."

He puts on a disappointed face and closes the magazine.

It's like gravity just increased two folds on me when his words reached my ear, hitting like a cannon. I hit the floor on all fours.

He furls the magazine and places in locks it to his side with his arm then stands up to pull up his trousers before walking right past me.

Like I suspected he only came in to read, not to do the business. Truly number one on the list of perverts I know.

…

After taking my bath and brushing my teeth I went straight into my room changing into my school uniform.

Now, I'm heading down towards the hall, straight to the dining table which is just in front of the kitchen.

I'm so hungry. The whole place smells so good. I might even consider eating the house if it wasn't, you know… a house.

"Something smells nice."

The moment I went through the open doorway I see Orino sitting. The moment she sees me she wears a frown.

"Good you're out. Grab a seat."

I hear mom's voice.