Youth Short Story "DT Zombie."

Short story project! This month's theme!

I'll collect other participants' stories later and post a summary article!
If you want to read them all together, check that out!

*Includes romance between men!
*It's terminal brother-complex!
*It's a bit of a return to childhood!

Let's #BLonNote !

Today's Cast

30 years old, virgin, brother-complex younger brother of my older brother,Mitsuji

My best friend and lover of my older brother, who has a big body and a big heart,Riki

My older brother's ex-boyfriend, a worrier whose devotion goes too far,Tomoesenpai

After all, my older brother... I love him so much I can't even call him by his name without honorifics, myBrother

Still has no nameCat

Main Story "|DT<Virgin> Zombie."

I am |Soya<Soya> |Mitsuji<Mitsuji>, 30 years old, a virgin.

"I'm giving up being human! Riki---!!"

The end of my 20s.
I declared this to my best friend since high school, Riki, and quit being human to become a wizard cherry boy.
However.
My dazzling magical life was nothing more than a thirty-something brother-complex virgin life.

"In a way, you're a monster."

My best friend Riki, who relaxes more in other people's parents' house than the residents themselves, is lying on the floor of the air-conditioned living room.
The kitten my parents started keeping jumped onto his back.
My good-natured best friend came to hang out at my place while I was looking after the cat during their trip.

"Get lost, you non-virgin!!"
"Then today's Mitsuji is officially talking to himself all day~"
"It's nothing. Being a virgin is a battle against loneliness, after all."

When the floor warmed up from his body heat, he rolled over again, and the kitten skillfully avoided it, ringing the bell on its collar as it jumped away.
Everything has become a game for this guy.

"What's its name?"
"It still has no name."
"...That actually sounds pretty prestigious, for a cat."

The kitten, me, and Riki, none of us want to step even one step outside into the scorching heat.
The cicadas started chirping without us even knowing if the rainy season had ended, and the tadpoles in the rice paddies grew legs.
I'm still a virgin, but these guys are well on their way to becoming frogs.

"By the way, where's your brother? I thought you were together."

My older brother is Riki's lover, and they've been together for a year now.

"Yuji-san is at the hospital."
"Wait, what? Is he sick? Injured?"
"Hmm, not Yuji-san, but |Tomoe<Tomoe> senpai."
"Ah. ...That usual thing?"

And my brother's ex-boyfriend, Tomoe-senpai, gets sick if he's physically too far from my brother or doesn't see his face for a month.
The doctor diagnoses it as heatstroke every time, but I feel like he's just being fooled by the heat.
That goes for Riki too.
Tomoe-senpai is wild but a decent person, and while I'm genuinely worried, it all seems fishy.

"Hey, hey, Mitsuji. What do you think about someone collapsing after sending the transportation money to the hospital via e-money?"
"Polite feigned illness?"
"Why do you think he makes me bring him a souvenir on the way back?"
"A sliver of guilt and a feeling of 'please understand'?"

The reason he doesn't say things like 'emergency transport is a waste of tax money' is because he apparently actually gets sick and falls into a medically dangerous state.
We've decided to think of it as withdrawal symptoms from consuming a lethal dose of my brother during the years they dated.

My brother dutifully went to visit him, but the hospital Tomoe-senpai was taken to this time doesn't allow visitors other than family.

So he has no choice but to call from the parking lot and see him through the window.

"Tomoe-senpai, I don't want your love for my brother to surpass my brother-complex. It's too strong for a rival in the business of doting on my brother."
"Shirose of absolute love, the brother-complex younger brother. I have more enemies! He's my Yuji-san!"

By the way, the souvenir this time seems to be the water yokan he requested.




The brother-complex younger brother, the ex-boyfriend, and the current boyfriend—we all love my brother, the professional basketball player |Soya<Soya> |Yuji<Yuji>, to an abnormal degree.

If this story were set in Korea, we'd definitely be in a mud-slinging mess.
But we're Japanese, and based on the common point of 'loving my brother,' we've signed a gentleman's agreement and are sharing him amicably.

My brother is a bewitching man.

Explaining everything is a hassle, so to put it simply, I've been obsessed with my brother since I was old enough to know better, and I've remained a virgin because I want to have everything taken by him.

For you who still doubt me, let me tell you one of my brother-complex episodes.

Last year, I finally got the transfer to the Ebisu headquarters I'd been hoping for.

But I turned it down in a second.

The company housing for my current office is in a prime location within walking distance of the home arena of my brother's team.
It's easy to go to games, and my brother drops by my place on his way home.

Isn't that like having a brother-complex included in the company's benefits?
The scales of my life tipped toward love for my brother in a second, and with that momentum, I blew away my career like a catapult, shocking my boss.
This is what would later be known as the Brother-Complex Catapult Incident.



"Oh right! They said there's a neighborhood festival tonight! Why don't we just go check out the food stalls for dinner? I'll wait outside with the cat."
"That's a deal."

Meow.

"I'm not leaving you behind!"

I rub my cheek against it, but immediately sigh.

"If my brother were here, I could have left the cat with Riki and we could have gone together."
"If Yuji-san were here, I could have left the cat with Mitsuji and we could have gone together."

Meow.

"Sorry, I'm not saying you're in the way, it's just that the magic of a date in a yukata is too strong."

Riki picks up the kitten and kisses its nose.
For a split second, it looks blank and goes quiet, but then it opens its mouth wide and meows again and again.
The whiskers that go up and down every time it opens its mouth looked like a desperate resistance of 'Don't leave me behind!'
It doesn't kick with its hind legs, it doesn't curl up, it just stretches out completely, and its belly sticking out is so childish and adorable.


"A festival in a yukata, then sex when we get home, it would be the best~"

I can't let that slide.

"How lewd in front of my brother's younger brother! And this is my brother's sacred parents' house!"
"But I want to! A festival in a yukata is like a duck bringing a leek on its back!"

Intercourse in a yukata is too strong for a virgin like me.

The 'sex with a lover after a festival in a yukata' that non-virgins talk about has a different weight than what we, the virgin tribe, talk about.
For them, it's like 'I thought it was Monday when I woke up, but it was still Sunday!', but for us, it's the heaviest 'duck-leek' phenomenon, like 'an idol I've supported for over 10 years is carrying a love hotel on their back while naked?'

Here, the non-virgin people say 'a meal served on a tray.'

Don't talk nonsense.

We virgins are a thoughtful people.
Waiting naked in a love hotel is 99.9% a trap to kill a virgin, so we are on guard.

The person you admire opening their legs in front of you is a sign of a natural disaster, or I imagine a future where I misfire in 5 seconds of insertion, get humiliated, am told to 'take responsibility,' and have to contribute the money I earn for the rest of my life.
Or, I drop my wallet and smartphone at the same time in the afterglow of losing my virginity on the way home.

There's no way that's a meal served on a tray; it's 99.9% a trap to kill a virgin.
It's like being a poison taster after being told, 'There's definitely poison in it. I saw a spy in the attic of the kitchen, and blue crystals fell in the garden and ants died.'




Don't underestimate the aesthetic eye of someone who has been a virgin for as many years as I have.


"That duck is definitely using potassium cyanide."
"What are you talking about?"

The modern kitten, having forgotten its wild side, started a nap on its back on Riki's chest.
If it were a human, they'd be splayed out naked, and I can't imagine doing that in front of people so easily.

"Isn't this guy too defenseless?"
"Haha! It's just that Mitsuji has a high defense rate! You're wearing iron pants!"
"Get lost, you non-virgin!!"
"Your brother Yuji-san is almost always commando, though."
"That's true. I didn't think my brother was the type to have such loose elastic in his underwear."

While I let many chances to lose my virginity pass by, my brother was steadily gaining experience while looking serious and quiet.

Come to think of it, that classmate of my brother's who was naturally doing homework with him in his room when we were in middle school, and the 3-on-3 trip with boys and girls that we called a graduation trip right before entering university, weren't for playing 3-on-3 basketball, but for having sex at night.

When he entered the men's dorm in university, I thought his heroic tales were over, but he returned after becoming intimate with Tomoe-senpai, a genius with an annual salary of over 100 million yen who is said to be a once-in-40-years talent.

Mom did a victory pose for this, the first since he won the national championship.
Dad spent the night drinking in despair, and I threw stones into the riverbed alone, at a loss, saying, 'What is romance!'
I don't mind if he's not a virgin, but the sin of making my brother a non-virgin is heavy.

Because, well, because. I kind of expect things from the lower half of my body.

By the way.
The corner room on the 4th floor of the dormitory where my brother and Tomoe-senpai lived is called the 'Success Room.'
Everyone wanted to get into the legendary room that produced two professional players, even if they had to pay for it.

But to me, it's just a room in a love hotel.

I could only imagine my brother being stripped of his clothes by Tomoe-senpai night after night, gasping and clinging to him in a pathetic state.

Riki successfully entered the Success Room and became the only one among our peers to turn pro. This is proof that it definitely brings good fortune.
Furthermore, he even became my brother's lover, so it's no joke.

"I just organized the history of my brother's underwear in my brain, and I noticed one thing."
"Hey, don't collect sordid data on someone else's lover."
"Tomoe-senpai, who was a high school student who could play basketball a bit better than the average person from a decent school, became intimate with my brother in the Success Room and made it to the Japan national team selection in his 4th year of university, right?"
"Ah. I also turned pro from the Success Room, started dating Yuji-san, and received an invitation from the HC to the A-team the day after we first had sex."

Is this the magic of that room, or the magic of my brother's butt?

"Strange. The pieces are all there, but only I haven't succeeded."

I lived in the same room for 15 years until my brother moved into the dorm.
If living with my brother is a shortcut to success, why haven't I received any benefits?

"Is it because you lived with him but didn't become intimate?"
"Wait, hold on, Mitsuji. You catapulted your own success with your brother-complex, didn't you?"
"Who's Napoleon? It's a catapult! Besides, if I went to the Ebisu headquarters, I'd follow the same path as Tomoe-senpai due to brother-deficiency!"
"You'd get sick once a month?"
"That wouldn't happen. But I'd get twisted in some way."
"You're already a terminal brother-complex virgin monster."

"You're off topic! If I had become intimate with my brother, my life would have been different by now!"
"That's wrong, you know? Besides, in the first place, you're his younger brother, so you can't become intimate."
"That's unfair!! I want to lose my virginity to my brother too!"

At our voices, the kitten jumped up and tumbled off Riki.
Riki caught the kitten, which landed with perfect balance, with his large hands, saying, 'That was a surprise, sorry,' and returned it to his chest, where it narrowed its kitten-blue eyes and dozed off again.

The capacity to embrace even my brother is extraordinary.

"The reason you're a virgin, Mitsuji, isn't because of Yuji-san or anything, you're just running away from reality. Don't argue with your virginity, talk to your own penis, will you? Just stop the brain-virgin-zombie-nation for now."
"But I've cherished it this much, so I want to let it go in the most ideal state."
"It's the opposite! You've let it rot this much by chasing ideals too much!"
I say this and that, but I'm also convinced.

"Please let me have sex with my brother."

"That's not for me to decide, and it's not something we can decide on our own. But if it's not sex, but flirting as part of communication, that's fine. A bit of brotherly play is okay."
"Thanks, best friend! Speaking of which, about that brotherly play..."
I have a past where I was scolded severely by my dad for giving him a full-force kancho when I was a child.
The reason for his anger wasn't that he was surprised by the kancho or embarrassed, but that the hair around his anus and his underwear got tangled in the kancho, and because of my thin fingers, it went inside, and it was excruciatingly painful to untangle.



While being scolded, I couldn't believe it.

I had never even imagined that hair grew in such a place.

I had to check my anus.
While bathing with my brother, who was in 4th grade at the time, I grabbed the waist of my young, thin brother who was about to get out of the tub first.

And I peeled back the white butt in front of me and peeked inside.

"No hair."
It was smooth, as expected.

My brother didn't get angry, he just grinned and did the same back to me; that's how elementary school kids are.

"The peak of brotherly play is here, but can I do this to my brother again?"
While heading to the festival venue to get dinner, I enthusiastically argued my case with the approaching festival music as background music.




The kitten poked its head out of Riki's hands, who was distracted by my story, rang its red bell, escaped from his hands, climbed onto his shoulder, and rubbed its soft body against his neck.

The fluffy fur was white, and under its perky tail, its cute paw pads and matching pink anus were clearly visible, mixing with lewd expectations.

Next to me, as I was idly fidgeting, Riki rubbed his brow.
"Sorry, can I use the telephone for a second?"

"Eh? To my brother?"

Are you going to do it as soon as we get back?
"No, Tomoe-senpai."

"Why does his ex-boyfriend have authority over my brother's body?"

"It's a rule in our circle, but if you want to take Yuji-san as your bride, you have to defeat Tomoe-senpai first and then go greet his father."
"Isn't my brother's quest too complicated?!"
"There's a lot of stuff!"
"What a pain."
"Get lost, you non-virgin!!"

A little writing

*Please recover "Zombie" as Zombie Nation, "Water" as water-argument, and the festival as food procurement.

About Zombie Nation
Music that is essential for sports viewing.
In the NBA, it's basically HIPHOP, and in Japan's B.League, it's rock-centered, but there are a lot of "Zombie" songs.
Like VINAI's "Zombie" and Kernkraft 400's "Zombie Nation."
Zombie Nation is a negative metaphor socially, but in sports, it represents 'the state of reviving no matter how many times you die, and tenacity.'
I'm using it in that sense in the novel.

"Father will not allow a world line where his son marries into a genius handsome man's family."
I wanted to write a gag novel about Yuji's father who wants to stop the summer festival date between college student Tomoe and Yuji, but I was trembling because it was impossible in terms of character count, so I gave up.
I wanted to write something like Amiin Okada's 'Father is a Worrier,' but at the planning stage, Tomoe's worry exceeded the father's, and I lost.
He is the primate's strongest worrier.