My Girlfriend is an Evil Woman

The TV series “R-chan, Ganbatte” continued its steady daily release, capturing the audience’s attention like an old faithful dog. Time swiftly passed, and soon it was mid-May, a time when the weather was most pleasant. The temperature hovered around a comfortable 24-25 degrees Celsius, neither too cold nor too hot. However, the winds blowing in from the sea were becoming stronger.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi reached out to press down the disheveled pages of her book, her brow furrowing in annoyance. She took off her black-framed glasses and pouted, getting up to walk over to the window. She peered outside to assess the strength of the wind. A gust of wind caught her off guard, causing her hair to fly into her mouth. She spat it out a few times, her frustration growing. She even threw a couple of punches in the air in anger.

As she was venting her frustration, Haruna knocked lightly on the door and entered the room.

Among the Fukuzawa sisters, Fuyumi had crescent-shaped eyes, small tiger teeth, and two tiny dimples. If she weren’t constantly irritable and didn’t have such a short stature, always glaring at people from the corners of her eyes, she could have been considered a charming beauty. Natsuo and Natsuha were still young, but they both had delicate and clear features. They were mischievous and had a charmingly soft and sweet voice. If you didn’t consider their personalities, they were quite likable. Only Haruna had a plain appearance, not particularly outstanding in looks. However, she exuded an air of tranquility, elegance, and poise, as if a clear pond under the moonlight. Her figure was starting to develop, growing tall and slender like a bamboo stalk.

At this hour, night had already fallen. The business at the izakaya had long concluded. Haruna was dressed in casual loungewear, having just taken a bath. Her hair was tied up in a high bun, revealing a faint layer of downy hair on the nape of her slender and graceful neck. Her loungewear was slightly askew, revealing a shallow collarbone dimple. She was quite elegant. She wore a loosely tied obi belt around her waist, a girlish touch. She had bamboo slippers on her feet and was holding a cup of warm milk. Seeing Fuyumi leaning against the windowsill, she curiously asked, “Onee-sama, what are you looking at?”

Fuyumi pulled her head back and tidied her disheveled hair with her fingers. She muttered irritably, “The wind is so strong. There might be strong winds tomorrow.”

If a strong wind warning was issued for the next day, it would undoubtedly affect the business at their shop. Fuyumi was clearly not pleased, but even her displeasure couldn’t change the weather. Haruna sighed and offered some comfort, “It might not happen, Onee-sama. Don’t be upset. Here, have some milk.” When they were alone, Haruna’s older sister demeanor was more apparent.

“I hope so. Things haven’t been going smoothly lately. Do you think that pretty boy has messed up the Feng Shui in our house?” Fuyumi’s brows furrowed in distress. She was clearly still annoyed. However, she obediently took the cup of milk from Haruna’s hand and took a small sip, her expression growing even more bitter, as if she were drinking medicine.

Haruna didn’t respond, just took a seat on the side. Although the relationship between Onee-sama and Kitahara Senpai had somewhat improved recently, Onee-sama’s personality hadn’t changed much. She would still occasionally mutter a few curses about him behind his back. Haruna had learned to tune it out.

She watched silently as Onee-sama drank her milk. The room before her was just as it had always been. Onee-sama used to love decorating her room, full of girlish charm. However, after their mother’s passing, she shifted her focus to managing the household, and the room’s arrangement remained unchanged.

Looking around the room, Haruna couldn’t help but feel a slight sadness…

In the room, there was a large bed with pink sheets and a fringed duvet cover. A big, soft pillow with cherry blossom petals printed on it sat on top, and next to it was a teddy bear pirate plush, complete with an eye patch and a fierce expression. The shelves were lined with various small dolls and a collection of shojo manga. A few CG posters were hung on the wall, depicting flower fields and grasslands, radiating warm, soothing colors. However, the shelves had seals on them, suggesting they hadn’t been touched in a while.

As Haruna daydreamed, Fuyumi pinched her nose and finished her milk. She didn’t particularly like milk, finding it somewhat fishy, but she forced herself to drink it anyway. Then, she stretched her hand out to grab the bedpost and propped her bottom up, calling out in a soft voice, “Let’s start, Haruna!”

“OK, Onee-sama!” Haruna snapped back into focus, grabbing Onee-sama’s ankle and pulling upwards with force. This was the primary reason she came to this room before bedtime.

Fuyumi cooperated with Haruna’s pulling, stretching her short body as much as possible. Her face turned red from exertion as she persisted for a full three minutes. Haruna, slightly out of breath, finally asked with concern, “Is it enough for today, Onee-sama?”

“Just one more minute… Harder, Haruna… I… I can still grow!”

Another minute passed, and sweat began to bead on Fuyumi’s forehead. She finally collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Haruna was also tired and panting a little, rubbing her arm as she sat down next to her.

After lying down for a moment, Fuyumi asked with a hint of uncertainty, “Haruna, do you think this method works? I’ve measured myself multiple times recently, but my height hasn’t changed.”

Haruna didn’t really know, so she patiently reassured her, “Don’t worry, Onee-sama. You’ll definitely reach 1.6 meters… at least 1.55 meters!”

Guarding her beloved older sister, Fuyumi’s disposition had softened. She sighed lightly and lamented, “1.55 meters, huh? That’s still so far away. I should at least reach 1.5 meters… Why is it so difficult for me when it seems so easy for others?”

Haruna had no response; she was equally puzzled. Their parents were both tall. Wanting to divert Onee-sama’s thoughts, she changed the subject, asking, “Onee-sama, there’s a little over half a month left until the academic assessment. With your schedule being so tight lately, do you think you’ll be able to keep up with your grades?”

Fuyumi was confident, saying, “No problem. I’ll dedicate more time to studying for the next half month. I’ll definitely secure the top spot!”

“Well, that’s good to hear. But don’t push yourself too hard, Onee-sama. After all, this isn’t a public middle school anymore. I heard that Fukuda Private Academy has recruited a lot of top students this year to boost its reputation. Many of them were previously ranked first in their respective countries. Honestly, making it to the top ten is already impressive.”

Fuyumi disagreed, sitting up and speaking earnestly, “That’s not the right attitude, Haruna. Just because the competition is tough, do you think it’s okay to accept defeat? We shouldn’t lack ambition like that. In life, we should never give ourselves excuses for failure. So, no matter what, this time I’m determined to secure the top spot. And the opportunity is great this time. Suzuki Naki, that sickly kid, hasn’t been seen all semester. He’s definitely done for in this assessment. The only real competitor left is that little pretty boy! I don’t want to lose to him again. I’m going to pound his dog head when the results are posted!”

As she spoke, she squinted her crescent eyes, as if she could already envision Kitahara Hideji’s dejected and helpless face in front of his report card. Talking based on grades, her father couldn’t possibly accuse her of being jealous of someone better anymore! Beating him would prove she was superior. If she outperformed him, her father would have no grounds to complain further. It wouldn’t affect her younger sisters either, and she wouldn’t set a bad example for them.

Defeating him through academic performance was perfectly legitimate; there was no fault in it whatsoever. But, how could she insult him in a way that would truly hurt him, like carving a knife into his heart? She needed to plan her words carefully in advance…

Haruna inwardly sighed; it seemed that Onee-sama’s rivalry with Kitahara Hideji wouldn’t be ending anytime soon. Kitahara Hideji had been working at the izakaya for over a week now, and during their extended interactions, Haruna realized that he wasn’t the arrogant, despicable, and cunning person that Onee-sama had described. On the contrary, he spoke gently, acted responsibly, considered others’ feelings, knew his limits, and even their knowledgeable father was full of praise, calling him an uncommonly grounded young man.

Sigh, though she hesitated to admit it, based purely on personality, the guy labeled as “arrogant, despicable, and cunning” seemed to actually outshine her own sister…

Meanwhile, Fuyumi daydreamed about her victory scene, carefully crafting her lines, and envisioning Kitahara Hideji’s heart being stung like a hornet’s nest. Yet, just as she felt a slight sense of satisfaction, memories of being stepped on by Kitahara Hideji rushed back—the condescending gaze from above, the eyes filled with contempt, the face faintly exuding a murderous intent. Her heart sank, and she hastily pushed herself up from the bed, exclaiming, “Haruna, can you please let Akitaro sleep with you tonight? I’m going to pull an all-nighter to study.”

Haruna didn’t object; it was a rest day tomorrow, and staying up one night wouldn’t cause any harm. Given Onee-sama’s competitive nature, trying to persuade her now would be futile. It was better to let her rest and perhaps soothe her tomorrow.

Giving Onee-sama a glance as she buried herself in her studies, Haruna retrieved the cup and gently closed the door behind her.

In a little over half a month, it seemed like there would be another big showdown. Haruna hoped her sister would win. Ah, it would be best if Onee-sama emerged victorious; her relentless nature was such that even when she lost at chess as a child, she’d pester others for another match until she won. It could become quite exasperating.