Editing Kämpfer:Volume 10.5 Chapter 2





Volume 10.5 Chapter 2  

    Chapter 2, "Practice Makes Perfect.  


    " "Akane -chan."  


    "Ah!" Akane cried out in front of the library counter during lunch break at Seitetsu 

Academy.  


    As a member of the library committee, she was responsible for borrowing books, a task 

she was expected to perform, but it wasn't much, only about two or three times a week.  


    Akane loved reading, to the point where she could read every day, so libraries and 

bookstores were her happiest places. Being summoned for any reason, even just to sit in a 

proper seat, was a kind of bliss for her.  


    This bliss was shattered...it was too early to judge. It was simply her name being called, 

and her cry was simply because the other person had shouted too loudly.  


    Akane calmed herself, turned away, and weakly stood up. The girl standing at the entrance 

of the library was her old acquaintance, Kondou Mikoto.  


    "Hey, Akane -chan!" Mikoto called out again, then ran towards the counter. Even though 

the distance was short, Mikoto charged forward with the force of a bullfight. As she reached 

the counter, she stopped dead in her tracks, practically smoking.  


    "Goal!"  


    "Goal... what kind of goal?" Akane asked weakly. Mikoto  


    nodded and said, "Just a goal... no, the timing was perfect."  


    "Even though no one's calculated it..."  


    "According to my mental calculations, I've set a new world record," Mikoto declared 

arrogantly.  


    Akane stared blankly at Mikoto. Mikoto was a woman as lively as a rocket, always 

brimming with energy. However, due to her unconventional personality, despite being a 

beauty and having a great figure, she wasn't very popular among boys. It was often a shame.  


    That said, she had been flying around the world since she was a child, experiencing 

adventures in rainforests and deserts. An ordinary person would definitely be overwhelmed 

by her life experience. Akane's waist was almost weakened by this.  


    "What's the matter?"  


    "How annoying, being so respectful!"  


    Mikoto laughed.  


    "Is it so strange to have students in the library?"  


    "Mikoto, are you going to read?"  


    "No," she replied rather arrogantly.  


    It wasn't that Mikoto didn't read, but rather that she had no interest in anything beyond 

necessary. She'd already read most of the books on archaeology and history. She had a wide 

selection of foreign books, both in quality and quantity. When Akane as ked her how much 

she'd read, she replied, "How could I possibly understand anything in a foreign language?" It 

was as if she simply understood the content by instinct. That was quite impressive.  


    "...So, what's up?"  


    "I just wanted to meet Akane -chan."  


    "Me?"  


    "Yes, let's have lunch together."  


    In other words, an invitation to lunch.  


    Akane was a second -year student and Mikoto was a first -year, so there was no chance 

they'd eat together at school. But Akane was a library committee member, and leaving the 

classroom like this would prevent her from eating with the rest of the class. M ikoto took this 

into consideration. Incidentally, the younger Mikoto never offended anyone by speaking in an 

elder's tone, given her personality.  


    Akane nodded.  


    "Well, I've already eaten."  


    "Ah."  


    "I'm so sorry about what happened earlier. So..."  


    "Never mind, let's eat."  


    Mikoto replied as if it was a matter of course. Without even a doubt.  


    "So I've already eaten."  


    "Again?"  


    "...My stomach is..."  


    "It's fine, it's just a matter of feeling." It was just about physically filling up, there was 

nothing she could do.  


    This was probably a joke, Akane thought. Although it sounded like a joke, she didn't seem 

to be giving up.  


    "Let's go to the school cafeteria. I'm starving."  


    "I'm full..."  


    "Even if you're full, you can still eat."  


    "I can't."  


    "The school cafeteria is fine."  


    "That's too much..."  


    "Just watch me eat." It looked like she was going to take me there no matter what.  


    Akane surrendered. She went back and told another library committee member that they 

were going to eat. The committee member looked up, and Akane became a little nervous.  


    The girl's name was Sayaka Nakao. Although she was a library committee member, she 

wasn't the enthusiastic type. It felt like she was just doing it casually.  


    And then Akane knew something else about her: Sayaka was a white Kämpfer.  


    "Um, let's eat."  


    "I heard that," she replied coldly. She was the type who wouldn't listen to anyone she 

didn't like, even if they were girls. This was especially good, considering her gentler manner 

after transforming into a Kämpfer.  


    Working in the same place as a committee member with an enemy was truly bizarre when 

you think about it. But neither of them was aware of transforming in front of a third person.  


    Since they heard it, they should be able to eat. Akane returned to the counter.  


    Mikoto, being impatient, thought she'd leave first, but she waited patiently.  


    "Sorry for the wait. Are there any seats available in the cafeteria?"  


    "Yes. I just checked."  


    Akane didn't eat in the cafeteria often because she was busy making bento, so she wasn't 

sure when it was crowded. It was good that Mikoto had checked.  


    After coming out of the counter, Mikoto didn't say anything too slow, but directly grabbed 

Akane's hand.  


    "Okay, I won't let you get away anymore, let's go."  


    "I'll go carefully. ...Um, Mikoto?"  


    "Yes?"  


    "Just in case, I wanted to ask, what do you want to eat?"  


    "Curry. Isn't that obvious?" Akane was not surprised at all by the answer she had expected.  


    Just as Mikoto had said, there were plenty of empty seats in the student cafeteria. The 

women's cafeteria, unlike the men's, had a rich menu and beautiful chairs and tables. It was 

incredibly popular. Sometimes, though, like now, it was just like that.  


    Akane sat down. Mikoto had gone to buy food, and naturally, she ordered curry.  


    "I've got it."  


    There were two trays, both filled with curry.  


    "Mikoto, I really can't finish it..."  


    "I'll eat both, you just watch."  


    Even though they were acquaintances, it felt awkward just to watch someone eat. I 

couldn't say I didn't want to, so I decided to get a glass of water.  


    "I'm starting."  


    Mikoto ate at an unexpectedly fast pace, like someone in a competitive eating contest. The 

spoon in her single hand gradually crumbled the mountain of curry.  


    "...So fast..." Akane couldn't help but exclaim at the sight.  


    "Huh?"  


    "You eat so fast."  


    "Not bad. There was a civil war while we were resting on the African savannah. I ate with 

cannonballs flying back and forth over my head. Ever since then, I've learned that eating fast 

is an art form.  


    It hasn't changed. I have this kind of experience that ordinary people can't even imagine.  


    In the blink of an eye, a whole plate was gone. Mikoto took a sip of water.  


    "Is the curry here good?"  


    "Really? I don't really know the difference between different curries."  


    "It tastes just as good as the one you get at a roadside restaurant."  


    I had no idea what the difference was. Since Mikoto said that, that's probably why. Mikoto 

is much more of an expert on curry than Akane.  


    Mikoto picked up the second plate. She's got a big appetite.  


    Akane spoke after a while. "...It's okay to talk while eating..."  


    "What? You're listening while eating."  


    "Don't you have something to tell me?"  


    "Why?"  


    "Because Mikoto doesn't usually come to the library. Even if Natsuru were here, he 

wouldn't come." "  


    Mikoto's spoon stopped moving after she said this.  


    "No. ... I just want to eat with Akane occasionally."  


    "Huh..." Akane paused for a moment. Mikoto started eating again.  


    Then after thinking it over, she spoke again: "Is it about Natsuru?" "  


    Click." Mikoto bit the spoon hard. The collision of metal and teeth also makes this kind of 

sound. Akane thought so.  


    The girl in front of her was obviously wavering with her eyes.  


    "Why... why do you know! ?"  


    "That's how it is. Because you started to waver after I mentioned Natsuru's name."  


    "Are you a psychic? Are you the president in disguise?"  


    "Neither of them." Even outsiders knew it. Her attitude was obviously very different after 

she mentioned Natsuru's name.  


    Mikoto stopped eating curry.  


    "Uh... that's what happened. "  


    Mikoto put down the spoon, but did not leave. She felt that her ears had turned red.  


    "I, have a little, that, Natsuru's...that" "  


    ?" A question mark appeared in Akane's head, gurgling back and forth.  


    Basically, Mikoto is a straightforward person and speaks loudly. She has no affinity with 

being weak and introverted, which is a contrast to Akane. Therefore, Akane respects her for 

having this part that she does not have. However, this reaction itself  is very rare.  


    "Did I say something strange?"  


    "Strange or...  


    " "Natsuru?"  


    "Yeah..."  


    "Did something happen?"  


    "No, nothing. Really nothing... Really... It has nothing to do with Natsuru."  


    Mikoto waved the spoon in her hand.  


    "Really nothing. There is no mistake. Natsuru did not do anything. It's better to say that I 

did... which one, that's not right... probably. "  


    It's obvious what happened." She thought it might be better to ask, but her ears were red, 

and she wondered if she should just give up asking.  


    "That's good... then?"  


    "Um, I'm not used to it, right?"  


    "Unused to what?"  


    "Boys' things."  


    I was wondering what it was, but it turned out to be that. Akane was the same. As 

expected, she wasn't used to boys either. Her voice dropped when she spoke to men. That 

was not bad at all. Before, she couldn't even look at their faces, and her tongue was tied 

when she spoke.  


    "Foreigners are fine, but in Japan, it's weird when it comes to childhood friends. I think it's 

probably because of that. I can't see Natsuru at all."  


    "I can't see him at all... It's not like Natsuru has become invisible."  


    "That being said, um, eh..."  


    Mikoto gritted her teeth. This was unusual.  


    She kept stirring the curry with a spoon, seemingly losing her appetite.  


    "Akane, you're like that with Natsuru, right?" ”  


    “How should I put it…it should be in the past tense. It’s okay now.”  


    “Huh…” For some reason, what was okay before is not okay now. This is a rare situation in 

Mikoto’s interpersonal relationships.  


    “Did something happen? With Natsuru?”  


    “Probably…not. Rather, for something of that magnitude, I would actually be like this…”  


    The blush gradually spread from the ears to the face, and then the whole face turned red. 

As it was written, it was red, as if she had a sudden high fever.  


    Even Akane started to worry. “Mikoto…”  


    “Ah, Akane!!”  


    “Yes!?”  


    She answered without thinking too much when she was suddenly called out loudly.  


    "Aren't you, Akane, anxious about the Natsuru thing? Like, the president and all that?"  


    "What's that all about?"  


    "Aren't we going to Sakura's house this time? And, you see, a lot of things are bound to 

happen, with the president leading the charge as expected?  


    " "No, that's nothing,"  


    Akane replied immediately. Ever since the incident at the anime store, her excessive 

wariness and fear of Shizuku had vanished. Even if it was just her mistake, it would have 

overcome her inability to deal with the president to some extent.  


    Mikoto blinked and sighed.  


    "That's great."  


    "It's not like you said..."  


    "Won't I get to go up against the president now? And it feels like I've become my biggest 

rival in love?"  


    "No, that's not the case." Even competing with the all -powerful student council president 

was impossible. But if it came down to personal relationships, there was a way. The target 

was Natsuru, and I could do something to Natsuru, not Shizuku.  


    "I just can't do that," Mikoto sighed again.  


    "My heart is just pounding... I feel like I'm losing confidence." I always feel like I could have 

a point where I could compete with the president and you, Akane.  


    "It's not about who eats more curry." That's probably true.  


    Judging by Akane, Mikoto has personality and charm, and she's also traveled the world, 

has a wealth of experience, and is quite entertaining. That should be more than enough, but 

surely, for a girl, it's not enough.  


    "7, Akane, I have something I want to discuss." Mikoto's expression turned serious.  


    "Yes... We, didn't we kiss Natsuru enough?"  


    "Oh..." Akane's face flushed, remembering her first kiss with Natsuru.  


    "Did you do well that time? I'm still a little bit lacking in confidence."  


    Akane glanced at her with a joking expression, but of course, she was serious.  


    "Um, what?"  


    "So... well, as a beginner, did you do well that time? I hope it didn't bring back any 

unpleasant memories for Natsuru," Mikoto said, blushing.  


    Akane recalled her kiss with Natsuru. Trembling with fear, their beaks overlapped like 

those of a fledgling, a panicked state of mind.  


    "Unpleasant... or rather, I don't know anything at all..."  


    "Right. So, I think we need to practice here."  


    Akane thought she was about to say something, but wait, why practice?  


    "If Akane and I practice, can't we challenge the president?"  


    "You  


    really want to challenge the president?" "Of course I do... If Natsuru's answer is yes... you 

see, I'll try to lead..."  


    Mikoto's face turned even redder. It wasn't the red you'd find in painting. It was like a 

boiling kettle.  


    Akane asked weakly, "Is it practice...?"  


    "Akane, you might laugh at me..."  


    "I'm not very good with men either, I definitely won't laugh."  


    "I want to practice kissing," Mikoto continued.  


    "With Akane."  


    "I see," Akane swallowed, realizing something was amiss. How had it gotten to the point 

where she and Mikoto were practicing kissing? Akane almost jumped onto a chair.  


    "Me, me, practicing with me?"  


    "Don't say that out loud. Everyone's watching."  


    "Of course they're watching!"  


    She hadn't expected it to be kissing practice. Akane had little experience in this area, and 

had only ever done it with Natsuru. So, she knew she wasn't good at it, but even so, did she 

need to practice it specifically? She  


    didn't understand. As a beginner, she had no idea what was going on. Her head was 

spinning.  


    "What should I do..."  


    "So, kiss..."  


    Mikoto said in a very low voice, as expected, even Mikoto would be embarrassed to keep 

saying kisses in front of strangers.  


    "Here, huh?"  


    "How could that be..." Mikoto raised her head.  


    "But we need to kiss. If we get used to each other here, Natsuru won't be able to say 

anything later."  


    "Is that so?"  


    "That's right." Even the Argentinians of tropical South America say, "A passionate kiss will 

make a man turn back. It takes practice."  


    "Are you sure you're not being fooled?" Akane asked. But it didn't seem to reach Mikoto's 

ears.  


    The girl who was brave enough to chase and compete with stowaways in South America, 

was completely blank when it came to relationships between men and women.  


    Although Akane was the same.  


    "It's better to practice, right...?"  


    "I thought so."  


    After being told this a few times, Akane gradually believed it. Could it be that high school 

girls in the world also practice kissing in their sleep? If you think about it, the reader models 

in popular magazines also seem to have done it. If you don't do this, you won't be able to 

survive in the industry. There must be many girls who act according to the guidance they 

point to, because you might stray from the popular direction and go down a different path.  


    "Is...that so. I understand." Akane nodded. Mikoto also nodded.  


    "Thank you. I believe Akane will understand me."  


    "Practice, do you mean here?" "  


    "I hate being seen doing this, is it okay for Akane?"  


    "How is that possible!" He shook his head quickly. It was embarrassing enough when he 

kissed Natsuru. Especially if the president saw him, he would be in trouble.  


    "Do you know of any good places?"  


    A good place. Are there such places? The student cafeteria is certainly not a good place, 

and the classroom is also not a good place. Although the rooftop is not very popular, there is 

always a chance. There is a possibility of being seen from various angles. What about  


    the library? There is no place there either. Although there are places with blind spots, 

staying there for a long time will still arouse suspicion. After all, a room with a locked door is 

better. It can be used freely and it is not strange to be locked . 


    "There... there's such a place," Akane said.  


    "Where?"  


    "The library. There's a safe area inside there," Akane told Mikoto.  


    The two of them walked towards the library together.  


    There was still some time left in their lunch break, and even though they'd thought it was 

almost over, not much time had passed. Was it because they were talking about that kind of 

thing in the student cafeteria that time felt so long? The two of them  walked into the library. 

For Akane, it felt like home. There were a sparse number of students sitting in the library. No 

matter what school, there are always students who love books to a certain degree.  


    "Akane, isn't there someone here?"  


    Mikoto's words were absolutely correct. But the destination was slightly different.  


    "Here." Akane approached the counter, and Mikoto followed.  


    "Hey, is that okay?"  


    "Maybe, if we're careful, there's a way." The girl with glasses peeked into the back room 

behind the counter.  


    No one was there. Just as expected. By this time, the library committee should have left, 

and the administrator hadn't returned yet. The only student here was the one working the 

counter, and that student was Akane. And she also had the key to the back  room.  


    Sayaka Nakao, who was there just now, is gone. She wouldn't show up here unless it was 

her turn, so she probably won't be coming back. In other words, no one else is here at this 

time.  


    "Mikoto, she's inside," Mikoto was ushered in. She walked in, keeping an eye on her 

surroundings.  


    "Huh..." Both parties sighed. Now it's time to get down to business.  


    "Um, about kissing," Mikoto asked. "Is there a full -body mirror?"  


    "I think that kind of thing is only in the health room."  


    "There seems to be a long -haired health teacher there who'll give you a long lecture on 

maintenance. Well, I'll have to do it without a mirror..."  


    Akane asked why a mirror was needed. Mikoto replied, "To check my form."  


    "Look, don't baseball pitchers check their form for a curveball? I imagine kissing is the 

same."  


    "Ah, I see..."  


    Akane agreed. Sure enough, people who travel the world have different perspectives. It 

must be the American standard.  


    "There's no mirror, so what should we do? Should we use a camera to check the position?"  


    "Cellphone photos are so small."  


    Mikoto said that if her face and body aren't captured, she can't really check her position.  


    "Sure enough, it's best if both of us look at each other and then check it out."  


    "...Um, um...are we supposed to do a kissing position?"  


    "Yeah."  


    Akane flinched without even thinking. While the reason was probably valid, her body still 

reacted.  


    "How do we do it..."  


    "Could you please start with Akane? A kissing position."  


    "Eh...what kind of thing should we do..."  


    "So, a kissing position,"  


    Mikoto said seriously. She had been in serious mode ever since finishing her curry in the 

cafeteria.  


    Of course, Akane started to panic.  


    "Um, I'm the one being kissed...huh? The one kissing...no, do I have to do it alone..."  


    "Position is very important. I think pitching a curveball is the same. Kissing alone."  


    "Kissing alone is really hard."  


    "Hurry up," urged Akane, who had no choice but to move to the corner. But she had no 

idea what to do. Anyway, she raised her toes.  


    "Hmm —that doesn't feel real," Mikoto said matter -of-factly to Akane.  


    "It's not just about standing on tiptoe. You need to put more effort into it. Like, slightly 

close your eyes." Akane did as she was told.  


    She then lifted her face upwards, slightly closing her eyelids. Since she couldn't close her 

mouth with a kiss, her thin vision was limited to the ceiling. Mikoto groaned.  


    "…As expected, something's missing."  


    "What's that?"  


    "Atmosphere." How could there be atmosphere when there wasn't even a partner and 

both parties were kissing the air? Mikoto said, crossing her arms.  


    "Then let's do this. Imagine doing it with a guy."  


    "Alright..."  


    This time, she pictured a man in her mind. Of course, the man she'd given her first kiss to 

was the one she'd kissed. He was taller than her, so she should stand on tiptoe. Then, to 

make it easier for him to reach behind her back and hug her, she appro ached the (imaginary) 

man.  


    For some reason, my body began to heat up, and I felt the warmth of being held, gradually 

becoming more comfortable. I mentally called out, "Kiss more!  


    " "Akane..."  


    "..." 


    "Akane?"  


    "Ah... yes," Akane replied hurriedly, waking from her dream.  


    "What's wrong? You seem really into it."  


    "Is that so..."  


    "The atmosphere seems pretty good, too," said Mikoto, who seemed a little dissatisfied.  


    Akane neither confirmed nor denied, just playing dumb to get by.  


    "And then, um, how about my position?"  


    "Hmm —well, how should I put it? I want to kiss, but I'm not used to it, something like 

that."  


    "...Of course."  


    "I'm serious, but it feels a little sudden."  


    "I'm satisfied with this."  


    "Then let's switch."  


    Now it was Mikoto's turn. Akane was responsible for confirming positions and making 

suggestions.  


    "Then, I'll try."  


    "Please."  


    Mikoto tilted her face upwards, her mouth slightly open. Her body remained straight.  


    "...How is it?"  


    "It feels like you're looking at a very tall building."  


    "How about this?"  


    This time, it was an embrace. Akane tilted her head.  


    "Sumo wrestler? Like they're going to fight each other."  


    "I prefer capoeira (Brazilian mixed martial arts) to sumo. So, how about this?"  


    "Like hugging a dog."  


    "Then how about this?"  


    "A bear attacking someone."  


    "How about this?" "  


    A touching scene of reuniting with parents who have been separated from each other 

forever." Mikoto stopped posing and called out.  


    "Give me some advice."  


    "I'm doing it," Akane replied. That was the only thing she could see in her eyes. Mikoto was 

not kissing, but rather a one -man show of Is's stalking.  


    Mikoto crossed her arms again.  


    "Lack of experience is a fatal flaw, after all."  


    "Isn't it for experience that we practice?"  


    "I always feel like the other person's not around..." As she spoke, Mikoto glanced at Akane. 

A hint of evil appeared in her serious eyes. Akane had a very bad premonition.  


    "What...what's going  


    on?" "Give me a little help."  


    "I'm helping you, aren't I?"  


    "I think it'd be better to get serious. I really need to practice."  


    "What is it..."  


    "So, it's me and Akane hugging each other?" Akane suddenly jumped up. This was the 

second time today.  


    "Hey hey hey!? Me, me, me, and Mikoto?"  


    "Yeah..."  


    "How could that be? We're both girls kissing...!"  


    "No, it wasn't a kiss, it was just pretending to kiss," a flustered Mikoto added.  


    "I'm not interested in that sort of thing either. Leave that to the first -year students who 

admire the president."  


    "Mikoto is also a first -year..."  


    "I'm normal!" Mikoto said.  


    Practice is more effective with a partner, as Akane knew. Practice leads to improvement, 

and that applies not only to sports but also to kissing, something that requires two people.  


    But it's two girls kissing... While I certainly didn't plan on kissing a boy other than Natsuru, 

and that might be true, something's definitely wrong.  


    "We're hugging each other, right?"  


    "Yeah."  


    "Me and Mikoto."  


    "Yeah."  


    "Is there no other way..."  


    "The science lab has a life -size skeleton model of the human anatomy. Want to bring it 

over?"  


    Absolutely not. It's artificial, but I have no interest in kissing something with exposed 

muscle fibers and teeth and bones. Even if it were a test of courage, I wouldn't do it.  


    "Then, let's do it."  


    Mikoto took an attacking stance. She probably imagined the other person was Natsuru, 

but Akane, she found it terrifying.  


    They faced each other, their heights not much different. They stared into each other's 

eyes. It felt like an illusion.  


    Akane, Akane, she turned away.  


    "Somehow, I feel...looking at Mikoto so formally..."  


    "Bear with it for a moment."  


    "Can I transform?"  


    "Stop. My head's going to get blasted in two seconds."  


    Akane wondered what she would do if her pre -transformation self had become tougher.  


    At least they could look at each other. Their shame hadn't diminished at all, but had only 

intensified.  


    "Who will play... Natsuru?"  


    "Me, I guess."  


    Mikoto slowly stretched out her arms. Even she felt a little restless.  


    "Akane, wouldn't it be better if you imitated Natsuru's movements?"  


    "No need..."  


    "I can imitate Natsuru, the one who fell into the hole I dug in kindergarten and stood there 

crying."  


    "No need..." What if they really looked like each other and couldn't control themselves?  


    Mikoto was currently hugging Akane. All Akane had to do was bury herself in her arms. 

From a couple's perspective, it was a very happy scene. But the other person was a girl.  


    "Mikoto... your body is so soft..."  


    "Is it because you're a girl?"  


    "Natsuru should be harder..."  


    "I can't get my muscles hard right now, just bear with it." Mikoto reached behind her back 

and hugged Akane tightly.  


    "Ah!"  


    Her head rested on her shoulder. Their breasts pressed together.  


    Akane clearly felt the swell of Mikoto's breasts. Mikoto's breasts were unexpectedly large. 

While I knew they weren't small, I could fully grasp their size now. A gentle touch would 

surely make them feel incredibly soft. Akane's reserved nature made he r more emotionally 

aroused.  


    "Um, move away a little..."  


    "Don't you think that wouldn't be considered practice?" Mikoto pressed her entire body 

weight forward, allowing Akane to feel the touch of her breasts even more.  


    "Mikoto...!"  


    "Just bear with it for a bit, I'll be able to."  


    "I'm not interested in that..."  


    "Me neither."  


    Then why do we have to do this? The two of them remained hugging each other for a 

moment.  


    "Um, it's about time we start," Mikoto said.  


    "Akane, face over here."  


    "Come on, are you serious..."  


    "This is practice, Akane, don't you know that?"  


    Akane nervously lifted her face from her shoulders, revealing the waiting Mikoto.  


    It looked like Natsuru's childhood sweetheart was truly a beautiful girl. With her makeup -

free face and neat features, it was incredible that she didn't cause a stir among the men.  


    Even so, it was still strange to be the one being kissed.  


    "Move up a little," Mikoto urged.  


    "I'll be the taller one."  


    "Hi..."  


    As she said, she tilted her face upwards, her mouth slightly open. She desperately tried to 

convince herself, "This is Natsuru," "This is Natsuru," she kept thinking.  


    She straightened her back, highlighting the height difference, and could feel her firm hand 

on her back. Mikoto's face edged closer.  


    "Wow, Akane, your eyes are vibrating."  


    "Of course they're vibrating...!"  


    "I'm nervous too, just bear with it."  


    Akane couldn't bear it any longer and closed her eyes. As if sensing her body heat,  


    her lips edged closer. Their lips were just barely touching.  


    "Ah..." Akane cried out in pain. She apologized in her mind, "Natsuru, I'm sorry," though 

she didn't know why.  


    Mikoto maintained this distance. Sometimes she would approach, only to return to her 

original position.  


    During this time, in the empty room, the two high school girls embraced and kissed, yet a 

scene left them speechless.  


    "Already...already done?" Akane cried out  


    . "Hmm...I think it's done..." Mikoto's face turned away. Then, they stared at each other 

again.  


    "Huh..." Both of them were exhausted, especially Akane, who slumped down in her chair.  


    "I'm so tired..."  


    "Really? How long did it take  


    ?" "Three hours?"  


    "If it really took that long, I'd be dead. Kissing...it only took about 20 seconds," Mikoto 

said, checking the hands of her watch. Even though time had barely moved, Akane felt a 

sudden aging.  


    "Kissing a girl...already..."  


    "This is my first time. I apologized to Natsuru in my heart." In reality, Akane felt the same 

way, too shy to say it out loud, and her exhaustion had reached its peak.  


    "Mikoto, can this really be considered practice?"  


    "Who knows... What about Akane?"  


    "It just felt like kissing a girl."  


    "That doesn't count as practice at all," Mikoto said.  


    "Let's do it again."  


    "Ahhh!" Akane's fatigue suddenly vanished, replaced by a shock that was doubled or 

tripled.  


    "Wait, wait, wait..."  


    "As expected, you still didn't know what it was just now." Mikoto pondered for a moment, 

then came to a conclusion.  


    "Well, wouldn't it be better to stick your tongue in?"  


    "Ahhh!" Akane exclaimed in surprise for the umpteenth time.  


    "Tongue... tongue..."  


    "Wouldn't that make me look more skilled? Maybe Natsuru would like it even more."  


    What was going on? If I did something like this right from the start, wouldn't I be bossing 

him around? And there was no guarantee Natsuru would like it.  


    But this doubt was dispelled by the next words.  


    "The president should have stuck his tongue in there before."  


    "...I'll do it." I couldn't lose to Shizuku.  


    This time, the two of them hugged each other very seriously. Compared to before, the 

awkwardness and throbbing had calmed down a lot, and their breathing had evened out.  


    Akane looked up, and Mikoto was hugging her.  


    "It's coming, Akane."  


    "Yes."  


    Their faces gradually moved closer. They made a gesture of lips touching.  


    "Excuse me. Can I come in?"  


    "If it's the tongue..."  


    "Not the tongue."  


    The voice that responded to Akane's words came from a different direction. The original 

question had also come from that direction.  


    The two of them left like a rocket. At the entrance of the room stood the library committee 

member - Sayaka Nakao.  


    She didn't dress like a girl, but had the temperament of a very polite lady. And she was a 

Kämpfer.  


    "Nakao -san...!"  


    Akane was so surprised that she almost fainted. Compared to the appearance of the white 

Kämpfer, the problem was that this scene was witnessed. Then she remembered that she 

had not locked the door.  


    Sayaka said with a hint of contempt, "I forgot to take something, so I came back to check... 

I can't even express my surprise about this."  


    "No, this isn't something I did just for fun..."  


    "Girls hugging and kissing, I can only express my contempt, and you're actually fighting 

someone like that."  


    "Well..."  


    "I thought I'd fight you, so I transformed. Nothing could be more idiotic than that."  


    "Yes..." Akane acquiesced. She couldn't utter a word.  


    Sayaka didn't draw her weapon.  


    "I want to complain, but I'd better behave myself here. However,"  


    she continued with contempt.  


    "I'm going to report this to Sakura."  


    "Ah..."  


    "I heard that Sakura tell Natsuru about this," she said with a tone of contempt from the 

bottom of her heart. After transforming into Kämpfer, it seemed like she had become more 

serious about morality.  


    After saying this, Sayaka walked out.  


    "...I'm gone."  


    Mikoto nodded, and Akane shrugged.  


    "Ahh... I was actually seen by that white thing in a place like this..."  


    "I was shocked too."  


    This is almost like being caught with something. If she asked for money, I would probably 

pay her obediently.  


    Akane looked at Mikoto with resentment.  


    "Mikoto, why are you so energetic?"  


    "Not at all! My stomach is petrified. If we were in Southeast Asia, I'd be mistaken for a 

two-sword swordsman, and that's even worse."  


    She was truly someone who could survive a dangerous situation. Could that be the 

standard in the world? But here, unfortunately, this is Japan.  


    "Could it be that Natsuru gets exposed?"  


    "Ugh..." Mikoto's face changed.  


    "What if we're misunderstood?"  


    "Well..."  


    "Maybe they'll think we're gay."  


    "Wow. I can't even look at Natsuru's face..."  


    Mikoto said dejectedly, holding her head. She looked deeply uneasy.  


    "I'm going to commit suicide..."  


    "Me too..."  


    For a moment, neither of them said a word. Finally, Mikoto slowly raised her head.  


    "Hey, Akane."  


    "What's the matter?"  


    "At least let's practice once."  


    "No, I refuse."  


    "That's right..."  


    Mikoto held her head again. After a while, he and Akane did the same thing.  


    The bell rang for class, and the two of them remained like this for a long time.  











==Translator's Notes==
This chapter was translated from the Chinese translation of the original Japanese text.
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