In every country. There is a weekend. Friday, Saturday, Sunday. These three are the lucky bunch to be held as the trio weekend. from east to west. From the deserts of Rub-al-khali to the outskirts of Siberia.

Today is Sunday. A weekend in the country. I'm supposed to be a citizen of.

There I was waking up from bed and doing my daily routine. You remember that brother I mention. Sure, you do.

He doesn’t live here. His school is very far away. So he live in the school hostel.

Well, most people my age would go out and something. I don’t know how to describe it.

I could play video games. But,I don’t have any at the moment. So I did what people in the old ages would do. Read a book.

I read “Candid by Voltaire”. A tragedy in comedy indeed.

In my mind. I thought –

[Why is reality so cruel? Why does Candid sound like a retard and smartass at the same time? How much is a A-10 battle tank worth? When will Infinite Stratos get a season 3? Is there a LN named Chronicles of a Extreme Yandere? Why am I thinking about this, right now? Man, My head will explode. If I keep thinking about this.]

Being frustrated I say out loud “So many questions and no answers in sight. This world is truly absurd.”

It’s a good thing. I kept my voice to a minimum. Otherwise it would have bothered the neighbors.

Believe my words or not. I don’t have any interest in maids. Yes, You heard it right. It was written into my character by the author.

What a fucking son of a bitch!

Now I can’t get a boner from looking at a hot maid. So, going to maid café doesn’t give me any pleasure. More like the feeling you get when you visit a Victorian era mansion, old and terrifying.

The coffee’s so bad and the service is awful as a Salvadorian Death Squad. No amount of moe is going to make me forgive that.

“Then you should be grateful to me for that.” (Author)

“Well, you’re same as god. So I can’t be ungrateful.” (Takeo)

“All that philosophical shit, I written into you. Works perfectly.”(Author)

“Sure, you yandere.”

“Don’t compare me to a yandere. I ain’t that possessive. Compare me…tooo..Xenophon.”

“This ain’t a war story.”

“Shut up and continue the story.”

“Can’t you do the narrating…”

“…..”

“(Sigh).Sure I will continue. Fucker.”

Back to the plot progression. After my fooling around. I thought to rendezvous with Nouta. And as it goes. He was reading some treasure books. We gotta use codename or else it wouldn’t funny. He didn’t have anything else. So we decided to meet up at a certain place at a certain time.

And so our adventure began. it’s probably just gonna be us chatting. Nothing out of the ordinary. You know if someone ask me about Nouta an me. I would say we are at level 8 (I am a master at social links after all)

So I went out and started walking to my destination. The neighborhood, Where I lived was your typical family friendly zone. There were a lot of big houses in the neighbor. But I wasn’t in anyway recognised with them.

My house was also different from a traditional house. It was two storied house with a blue exterior and the interior is very modern. And also it’s more bigger than a typical home.

I proceeded to leave my neighborhood and go to the designated place. But when I reach the place.

I was astonished to find that there were two other guys present with Nouta.

Those two were no other than Akira and Seiji. The 2 guys in my school lucky enough to have….a harem!

And we spend the day together. Talking about how they got a harem. Only if the author would make me one.

But their respective harems came along and we knew, that we were peasants. Not worthy to see what happens next. I and Nouta left for somewhere else.

“Basically Harem Ecchi scenes” (Author)

Most guys at our school hate them. But I envied them.

And so we headed to a Manga shop from the designated place. Then, A internet cafe. After that Nouta wanted to go into a maid café. To that, I said “Uh..How about no.” and to that he replied “You’re a fucking Joy-kill.”

And so we walked to a park and talked, Then, for what happened next. Somebody had to die, Nouta and I came across a Hentai mag in the trash bin. Written on it was [Paizuri Party]. But it was not readable because the former owner had Cummed in it. And he/she had no shame in destroying such treasurable images.

It was roughed up and gross. DAMN you author of this novel!!

The day ended as good as possible.

Nouta and I parted our ways after praising the Great Ecchi gods.

[It’s a true saying. A person with a harem is a great one.]

But 3D girls are outta my league. I only favor 2D ones. Guns and Big Breasts.

[I should stop thinking about it or I’m gonna have a boner infront of people on the street. Not a good situation to be in.]

My Sunday was behind me and infront of me was Monday. Tomorrow is Mr. Kamaragi’s class. Better study up.

For have you ever seen a guy with the temper of Andrei Hoxiah? Yeh, the beard hating Albanian guy.

It’s kinda funny.

But who is this damn fine gent infront of my house, as I’m approaching my house.

It was after sun down. The guy was wearing a hat that covered his face. infront of my fine grand old house…wait,wait. Why the fuck is my character changing?

“It’s to make you more humorous and sincere”(Author)

“Am I getting a girlfriend?” I said with excitement.

And to that the bastard writer said “Hell, no bitch.”

“Oh, fuck you too. Author-san”(Takeo)

“You aren’t Japanese!” (Author)

“Well, you wrote me, you fucking weeboo!” (Takeo)

“Shaddup and continue narrating!” (Author)

“FINE!”(Takeo)

The guy then turned his head and he drew his attention to me.

At that moment, like a cliché he took off his hat and I recognized him immediately.

It was my twin brother Kakeshi. It was no denying it. His dark silky hair.

His attractive facial features and body. That could make a girl skip a heart beat.

Man, It sucks to be the Unattractive Brother troupe.

But It’s not in my character to be the rival of my twin brother.

My brother recognized me and said “Long time no see, Takeo-Kun.”

He said in such a voice. That somebody would kill themselves on his command.

You should be in a Reverse Harem. Not this Shounen trash. Return to the place of romance!

“Hey, Shut it! I’m god here. I can do what ever I want. ”(Author)

But wait,why is he here at this time of the month ?

“I’m here for summer break to visit you guys and not a word to say, you’re rude. You know that?”(Kakeshi)

I worriedly said “Wait,summer break?”

and I hastly pulled out my phone. I saw on the phone calendar that it was already the start of Summer break!!!

“Oi! Oi! What kind of time skip is this? My exams?”(Takeo)

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you pass.”(Author)

“Isn’t this cheating to progress the plot at an absurd rate AND it’s supposed to be XX May! Why the hell is the reader reading this shit. Shouldn’t the reader be interested in the plot. Which this novel’s got none to spoken of.” (Takeo)

“Here I’m the law and the Jury. Death to the Critics. Wahahaha” (Author)

“Wow, You should die in real life.”(Takeo)

Back to the story.

I reply to Kakeshi as a normal and kind MC would and progressed the story.

And ended chapter 3 with enough Author firing potential. That I, in the future will be certainly narrate some kind of sucide scene.

I’m up for that. An Existential Dilemma would be actually worse than this.

[Existential dilemma= Not knowing what your fucking supposed to do with your life.]

[Picture of a mutilated Corpse]

“too gory, no show” (Author)

[Picture of a dick between a pair of fine tits]

“Too R-18. Not showing” (Author)

[ Pictures of very explicit real child porn. Not animated Lolis]

“dude, I don’t want the police to lock me up. NOT SHOWING!”

The mind is a wonderful thing. *laughing* laughing it truly is. (letting out a laugh which is reminiscent of a stereotypical villain)

"For christ sake, would ya please not turn evil." (Author)