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===Part 2===
 
===Part 2===
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It's over. A crisis now. Everything has gone south.
 
 
Smiling stiffly in an appeasing manner to handle Konoha's dazed and smiling face, Haruaki first checked the state of the living room. A faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air. That must have been what Fear smelled. Next to the table, a glass containing ice cubes was knocked over, forming a puddle on the tatami, but this was the only detail that was different from usual. The disaster zone seemed to be less tragic than imagined.
 
 
However—
 
 
Haruaki pulled his gaze back to the veranda where the being, who could potentially cause all sorts of disasters, was currently sitting.
 
 
That person was both Konoha and definitely not the usual Konoha at the same time.
 
 
Flushed red cheeks, glasses half fallen off. Her back was swaying, her head was swaying a little as well. One of her braids was untied but the greatest problem was her clothing.
 
 
For some reason, Konoha was only wearing a red kimono, sloppily tied at the waist with a sash. Consequently, it seemed as though dangerous objects were going to fly out immediately even if her body swayed lightly. Even disregarding that, her posture of sitting cross-legged with one knee drawn up was also quite dangerous.
 
 
"K-Konoha, why are you dressed like that...?"
 
 
"Hmm~? Because it is very hot... Western clothing is nice but I still feel that a kimono facilitateth movement—Muho. Haryuaki-kun, which dost thou prefer~?"
 
 
"Uh... No, this currently has nothing to do with my preferences, right?"
 
 
Konoha stared at him with fully flirtatious eyes. While Haruaki was at a loss for words, Fear seemed to finally understand the current situation and said:
 
 
"That's right, it has absolutely nothing to do with the shameless brat's preferences! Damn you, Cow Tits... Stop this nonsense! You must have gotten drunk again, right!?"
 
 
Then she strode her way towards Konoha who was sitting on the veranda.
 
 
"Hold on, Fear, don't do anything rash...!"
 
 
But Haruaki's warning did not make it in time. Probably intending to take the bottle, Fear reached towards Konoha without thinking. As soon as Konoha noticed, sitting where she was, she looked up with her reddened face and instantly—
 
 
"What...!?"
 
 
Fear's body shook slightly while she growled in surprise at the same time. Haruaki also found it unbelievable. Because Konoha was no longer in front where Fear was reaching towards but had climbed onto Fear's shoulders.
 
 
What amazing speed and agility. What exactly did she do to reach that position? Haruaki missed the entire process in between and could not comprehend at all.
 
 
Konoha's feet were planted on Fear's left and right shoulders respectively. Half crouching, her knees were bent while her thighs were spread wide. Hunching her back, she examined Fear's face from above. Naturally, one hand was still holding the bottle while her other hand was raised in front of Fear's face. Two of her fingers were bent in a hook-shape, stopping just as they were about to stab into Fear's eyes.
 
 
Maintaining her monster-like posture, akin to that of a baboon assaulting a human, she narrowed her hazy eyes, faintly giving off a terrifyingly cold aura, she said:
 
 
"Due to... It seems that I have seen thee somewhere before... I shall confirm first. Answer me, little lass... Art thou, little lass... mine enemy...?"
 
 
Fear was rendered speechless, but immediately recovering from the shock, she bared her fangs and snarled:
 
 
"Y-You bitch...!"
 
 
Then she reached with both hands to grab Konoha's fingers in front of her. Using this as the point of contact, Fear launched Konoha in an over-the-shoulder throw. Nevertheless, Konoha simply twisted her body while her kimono fluttered elegantly in the air, finally landing silently on the veranda. Then she took another sip of plum brandy.
 
 
"Fuha... Ohoh~ In other words, little lass, as one would expect, thou art mine—"
 
 
"N-No, hold on, time out! I'll provide the correct answer. She's not an enemy but a friend! She's really a friend!"
 
 
The two girls glared at each other, ready to break out in a fight any moment. In order to convey the fact that he was the messenger of peace, Haruaki raised both arms and rushed between the two girls. Although it felt like stepping into a landmine zone with missiles flying back and forth overhead, Haruaki knew that things would go out of control if he did not intervene.
 
 
"Muu." Fear frowned while Konoha relaxed her tense shoulders and smiled, saying:
 
 
"Oh my... Haryuaki-kun. This little lass... is no enemy...?"
 
 
"Th-That's right, she's no enemy. She's a friend, a friend!"
 
 
"...Verily?"
 
 
"Honestly, it's the truth!"
 
 
Haruaki nodded vigorously and repeatedly while Konoha swayed her head left and right and puffed out her chest. The edge of the kimono's collar happened to get caught on a protruding tip. Only then did Haruaki came to a shocking realization that Konoha was not wearing anything on her upper torso apart from this kimono, sending him into shivers of terror. But putting that aside, Konoha was currently nodding in satisfaction, laughing joyfully:
 
 
"Yes, very well! Hahaha!"
 
 
Then she took another sip of plum brandy. Haruaki exhaled in relief.
 
 
Then Konoha sat down on the spot again, casually taking small sips of plum brandy. Fear stared at her with a frown while quietly approaching Haruaki and whispered:
 
 
"Hey, shameless brat... What's going on? Cow Tits is definitely a weird woman usually with her intelligence sucked away by the creature on her chest, but she's several times weirder today. Even if it's because she drank alcohol, she didn't act like this last time when she was drunk."
 
 
"Oh~ ...This must be your first time seeing it. What should I say? Konoha apparently loves plum brandy—Except there's a problem. For some reason, her drunken madness is especially serious when caused by drinking plum brandy. Like now."
 
 
"Drunken madness...?"
 
 
"Like speaking in a manner similar to her past self... But that doesn't cause any actual harm. What's problematic are situations like just now when you faced off against her. She apparently becomes more true to her natural instincts, or perhaps I should say that her emotions become more direct and upfront."
 
 
"Hmph, why don't you just say directly that she becomes a simple-minded fool? Do you really think you can satisfy me with just an explanation like this...? Then how am I gonna vent my anger from getting suddenly attacked? Jeez."
 
 
"Hey Fear, I already told you to be careful. If she hears what you just said, she could very well start yelling: 'Thou darest to ridicule me—!' Then it'll turn into a troublesome situation...! You must watch your language and behavior from this point onwards—"
 
 
"Ha~ryua~ki-kuun~"
 
 
Haruaki's back shuddered as he looked back. No way, did she overhear what they said just now?
 
 
"Y-Yes...? Konoha, what's up...?"
 
 
"Hmm~? Hmm~ fufufu. I am simply calling, nothing more~"
 
 
"R-Really?"
 
 
Haruaki breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, his greatest worry was direct violence. So long as that could be prevented, he was willing to endure incomprehensible situations or slight inconveniences. Indeed, apart from violent behavior, just bring it on—Although perhaps this mindset of his was proving to be counterproductive.
 
 
"By the way... Hooh~~ Verily... So hot..."
 
 
"Guh!?"
 
 
Without warning, Konoha started pulling at the collar of her kimono, flapping it to send wind towards her chest. In concert with the collar's in and out movement, her bulging bosom wobbled and shook, causing the visible area of exposed skin to become sometimes large, sometimes medium, but never small, exposing the root of the current problematic situation. Due to the angle, Haruaki was barely spared a view of the protruding tips, but that was not enough for salvation. The attacks persisted.
 
 
"Oh...? ...Ufufu, perhaps it feeleth particularly hot because my sitting posture is wrong...? There."
 
 
"Woah!?"
 
 
As soon as Haruaki noticed that Konoha was glancing sideways at him in a profound manner, in the next instant, she boldly brought one knee up and started fanning the lower hem of her clothing. The corners of her lips curled slightly as she watched Haruaki in amusement.
 
 
The kimono's hem was dancing and turning over her long legs. Feeling a kind of premonition that he was about to see into the depths between her thighs, Haruaki hastily turned his back to Konoha. Next—
 
 
"Mufufufu! Haryuaki-kun is so pure and innocent~"
 
 
Haruaki heard light giggling behind him. He was completely being toyed with.
 
 
He could feel his cheeks turning red. Staying here further was only going to subject himself to more teasing. Hence, Haruaki decided to regroup.
 
 
"R-Right, I still haven't put away the groceries yet, they need to go into the fridge. Uh... Fear, come over and help me."
 
 
"Muu~ ...Hmph! Let alone helping you, I can actually do it by myself without any problems! But damn you, shameless brat, you're definitely thinking of performing a fan's job, to create wind for Cow Tits who's feeling hot! Because you'll get to see shameless things!"
 
 
"I-I'm definitely not thinking that! O-Okay, let's go! Konoha, why don't you wait here for now!?"
 
 
Hence, the two of them finally escaped the living room. Closing the sliding door behind him, Haruaki sighed deeply. A little displeased, Fear said:
 
 
"So... What's next?"
 
 
"That's exactly the problem I'm trying to solve right now. Let's hold a strategy meeting in the kitchen first. Oh, before that, let me go to the washroom first. I've been wanting to go on our way back."
 
 
"Just go if you need to. I'll start putting things away first."
 
 
Parting ways with Fear who entered the kitchen, Haruaki made his way to the washroom.
 
 
"Sigh~ What on earth should we do now...? Say, who exactly gave the plum brandy to Konoha? She couldn't possibly have bought it herself, right?"
 
 
At this moment, Haruaki suddenly found something on the floor in the corridor. He picked it up for a look.
 
 
"...Konoha's cardigan?"
 
 
Looking up in puzzlement, he discovered a trail of discarded clothing that formed a straight line on the corridor ahead. An attempt to imagine Konoha's actions yielded the following approximate process: drinking a glass of plum brandy in the living room → feeling hot after getting drunk → returning to her own room while undressing → taking out the kimono.
 
 
"Seriously, she really is completely different from her usual self."
 
 
The usual Konoha liked things to be neat and tidy. If anything, she was usually the one who scolded Haruaki and Fear for lazy behavior. Now that their roles were reversed, Haruaki found the situation a little refreshing.
 
 
Unable to leave them alone, Haruaki sequentially picked up the clothing dropped in the corridor. Socks, blouse, vest, skirt, and... And? A warning signal lighted up a beat too slow in his mind. He had already just picked up the skirt but there remained other articles in the corridor. After the skirt, what else would she take off? Due to going with the flow of the repeated picking up motion, he had reached out without thinking—But what exactly was the article of clothing he was currently picking up?
 
 
Haruaki almost looked down reflexively but dispelled that impulse with great difficulty. Right now, the ideal course of action was neither to look at the object in panic nor to confirm its soft texture with his fingers, nor to check the size of the piece of fabric resembling two bowls in shape, nor to confirm the color of the other piece of fabric, triangular in shape, which he had picked up simultaneously because they were piled together.
 
 
Indeed, under such circumstances, his best course of action was to quietly stuff these things into the cardigan and other clothing without taking a single look... Just as Haruaki took a deep breath to lift the fabric he was unable to view directly—
 
 
"Hohou~ So thou art interested in mine undergarments... Haryuaki-kun?"
 
 
"Uwahhhhh!"
 
 
Konoha suddenly pounced on his back. When did she approach without making a sound?
 
 
"Drinking alone... too boring... I came to find thee but discovered... Ufufu!"
 
 
"No, you've got the wrong idea, you're really mistaken! I was just picking up the clothing you scattered all over the floor."
 
 
Since he had just picked up two pieces of underwear, top and bottom, this meant that Konoha was undoubtedly wearing neither at the moment. In other words, this proved that she really was wearing nothing but a kimono.
 
 
But currently, Konoha's heavy objects, clad in nothing more than a sheer kimino, kept exerting pressure on Haruaki's back, concentrating virtually all of his consciousness there. All it took was subtle movement from Konoha and those two soft bulges would wobble and shake slightly, shifting in angle, shape and weight from the pressure. When Haruaki moved, presumably rubbing a certain sensitive spot, Konoha moaned seductively behind his ear: "Ah mmm...!"
 
 
"Stop, don't lean your entire weight on me, I can't move...!"
 
 
"I cannot move either, unable to walk a further step~ Mushushu. Thou shouldst carry me on thy back and walk~"
 
 
"You're definitely lying! Ah, hey, it's touching, touching me! Please stay still!"
 
 
Two snow-white arms reached out for the sides of his face and slowly turned Haruaki's head, causing him to face the side. He met gazes with Konoha whose head was positioned on his shoulder.
 
 
"Hey, compared to undergarments, dost thou... have something... thou desirest even more...?"
 
 
"No... L-Like I said, I'm not doing this because I'm interested in underwear! It's because they're dropped on the floor! Uh, right, I have to take these clothes to the changing area and go to the toilet, so I'd really appreciate it if you could let go of me straight away. Konoha, please—Eh!?"
 
 
"Toilet... The lavatory? Mmfu. Well then, shall we go...?"
 
 
"W-Why are you pushing me? I can go by myself, this is my home, you know!? Say, you've already abandoned the pretext of being unable to walk!?"
 
 
Konoha was originally hanging on his back like a slime, but now she suddenly exerted force through her legs and stepped forward. At the same time, she kept Haruaki's head firmly clamped in her arms.
 
 
Naturally, Haruaki could not possibly resist Konoha in strength. Hence escape was impossible. Konoha dragged him to the washroom and even opened the door.
 
 
"Come... Shall we enter together, ufufufu? I shall assist thee... Pulling down the zipper..."
 
 
"A-Anything but that, please!"
 
 
Although he had no idea what, Haruaki was certain that something earth-shaking was definitely going to happen once they entered the washroom. Absolutely. Just as he resisted with all the strength he could muster from his entire body—
 
 
"Wha... W-W-What... What is going on here!?"
 
 
The savior—or new embers of chaos—appeared at the end of the corridor. Probably hearing the commotion, Fear had run out of the kitchen. Instantly, she figured out the situation.
 
 
"You've finally shown your true colors... Then I'll treat you to a taste of your own medicine! Immorality et cetera—!"
 
 
Taking out a Rubik's cube form her pocket, Fear transformed it into the torture wheel, raising it high above her head as she rushed at Haruaki and Konoha. Presumably forced to react, Konoha swiftly released Haruaki, turned and charged. A number of creaks sounded from the corridor's floorboards in succession. Fear threw the wheel while stepping forward. Konoha swayed left and right, evading. Fear continued to follow up with offense. Lazily lifting her free hand that was not holding the bottle of brandy, Konoha blocked Fear's attack using a karate chop—
 
 
Engaged in a contest of strength, the two girls were locked in a close-range battle, glaring viciously at each other.
 
 
"I forgot to add just now... The three words: (Death by Wheel)...!"
 
 
"Hmm~? How odd~ Haryuaki-kun mentioned that thou, little lass, art not mine enemy..."
 
 
"Hmph, but you could very well be mine...!"
 
 
"I see~ ...Then in self-defense, I must counterattack... Is that so...? Burp."
 
 
Another battle was on the verge of erupting again. Haruaki gulped hard. He must once again step up to stop them. But could he stop them? Unlike just now, this had already developed into a physical altercation.
 
 
Knowing it was futile, Haruaki still could not help but hope that he could rely on something, wishing someone could help. He was not going to be greedy. As long as this situation could be kept under control, it would be fine. Was there anyone who could stop these two girls from fighting, anyone who could reduce these two girls' intent to fight—?
 
 
Suddenly, she appeared.
 
 
"I'm~ home~ I've been working hard today too... Oh my?"
 
 
Hearing the front door opening, Haruaki turned too look.
 
 
Standing there—was of course, the petite black-haired young girl, namely, Kuroe.
 
 
She had returned home inexplicably earlier than usual, but probably due to her feelings of exhaustion or boredom, the opening hours of the beauty parlor, Dan-no-ura, changed freely on whim according to her mood.
 
 
Kuroe had apparently yet to understand the current situation, simply using her usual blank eyes to stare at the two girls who were locked in a contest of strength between a torture wheel and a karate chop. Then she tilted her head adorably in puzzlement. But just at that moment—
 
 
"Nwah... Huh? Hey, stand still, damn Cow Tits! Where are you going?"
 
 
Konoha had suddenly abandoned the stalemate, causing Fear to fall forward. Completely ignoring Fear, Konoha swayed as she walked over to Kuroe at the entrance.
 
 
"E-Eh? Umm, Kono-san, today you're looking different from usual—"
 
 
"Ufu, of course I know thy identity~ Kuroe-shan! Mufufu... Seeing thee anew... Sure enough... Extremely! Adorable! Yes!"
 
 
Smiling in a terrifying manner, Konoha moved her ten fingers, exhaling breath that reeked strongly of alcohol.
 
 
Seeing Konoha slowly approaching her, even Kuroe finally seemed to sense the nightmare's presence. Making an unmoving smile that looked like a mask, she said in a stiff voice:
 
 
"Ahahaha. Thank you—Well then, I just remembered that I still have something to do, so please excuse me."
 
 
"Huhee, thou thinkst thou canst escape from me—? Uriuri!"
 
 
"Wah—!"
 
 
Konoha hugged Kuroe tightly and began to rub their faces together forcefully, apparently forgetting Fear who was watching this scene with a stunned expression. Sure enough, when in drunken madness, Konoha was rather capricious in her emotions, making it impossible to predict her behavior.
 
 
In any case, Haruaki thanked his lucky stars that an imminent conflict was successfully evaded.
 
 
Good job, Kuroe! Haruaki mentally made a thumbs-up gesture, praising the arrival of the savior.
 
 
However, the savior was soon reaching a state of nihility akin to a kitten that had been under constant caress, collapsing limply in Konoha's arms.
 
   
 
===Part 3===
 
===Part 3===

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