Editing Kämpfer:Volume 8.5 Chapter 3





Volume 8.5 Short Stories Chapter 3  


    I often think that life can be divided into three categories: the first is a happy life; the 

second is an unhappy life; and the last is a particularly tragic life. Unfortunately, I fall into that 

last category.  


    Tragedy has its name, and unfortunately, my name is Natsuru Senou. Honestly, I attend a 

single -sex school, where opportunities to talk to girls my own age are incredibly rare. But by 

some luck, I've met a woman as ferocious as a bulldog, Akane Akizuki,  a woman who spends 

her days making curry, Kondou Mikoto, and a sinister student council president, Shizuku 

Sangou. So, what's with all that bad luck?  


    And what's more, a series of events have happened in recent days. After getting into all 

sorts of trouble at the theme park, I was dragged to Gunma for curry, and then I got into 

trouble with hooligans at the Bon Festival. My life is like a slot machin e that never wins. 

Considering my losses, at least give me a small prize! And  


    the most important thing is, this is just the beginning! After being dragged to school by 

Kondou Mikoto, misfortunes continued to ensnare me. Even more shocking was the constant 

grimace of Kaede Sakura, who kept glaring at me and challenging me repeate dly. I don't even 

want to think about those things; they were too terrifying. But even with that bared fangs, 

Kaede Sakura still held a certain allure to me. If  


    misfortunes were to continue like this, I'd be tempted to seek a ritual to ward off the evil. 

I'd seriously considered going to a shrine for a talisman, but my recent terrifying experience 

there has left me with a fear of shrines.  


    But staying home like this wasn't a good idea either. Besides, it was my home confinement 

that got me dragged out by Kondou Mikoto and caught red -handed by Akane Akizuki.  


    So what should I do?! Why not just get out? I'm a genius! To think I could come up with 

such a brilliant plan. Speaking of which, Google in the US is still hiring, right?  


    So, I've made up my mind. On this scorching summer day, with the blazing sun overhead 

and an empty wallet in my hands, I walked out of the house.  


    "Where should I go?"  


    Under the pervasive scorching sun, I drifted dejectedly through the streets like a nearly 

dried straw.  


    It was just past noon. I'd always been asleep at this time of year. And this morning, I 

couldn't escape the miserable fate of my curry.  


    I had no destination in mind. I couldn't even remember which residential corner I'd passed.  


    "I'd better not go in front of the station."  


    It's not that I have any prejudice against station areas, but if I wander around there, I'm 

more likely to be seen by someone I know. Being seen isn't a big deal in itself, but it seems 

like it would easily lead to another disaster. (...)  


    So, I'll just have to go to places I'm not familiar with, but that makes it easy to get lost. If it 

were Kondou Mikoto, she'd definitely say, "That's why I'm so unfamiliar with it," and she'd 

definitely have already started heading towards those places . I truly admire your fearless 

spirit of adventure.  


    I live right in the middle of the triangle formed by the Shinkansen station, the private 

railway station, and the subway station. The "station" I usually mention is the Shinkansen 

station. While the street in front of the station is bustling with peopl e, many students from 

the Shinkansen Railway pass through there on their way to school.  


    "Let's go towards the subway station?"  


    I hardly ever take the subway, so I have no idea what's there. I remember Higashida once 

saying, "It seems like there's almost no shops over there."  


    Who cares? Let's just go there first. There must be some fast food restaurants.  


    I walked slowly towards the area. I wanted to avoid the direct sunlight, but I was worried 

about the sweat from running, so I just walked all the way.  


    It wasn't long before the subway station sign came into view. It's closer than I thought.  


    I looked around.  


    "...There's really nothing..."  


    It was exactly as Higashida had described. There were practically no shops. Besides the 

convenience stores you see everywhere in Japan, there wasn't even a fast food restaurant. 

There was a cafe -like shop, but there was a "Closed" sign outside.  


    "It's still so hot, what am I supposed to do?"  


    I looked around again and saw a used bookstore across from the traffic light. If you 

continued walking past it, you'd find yourself in an area where some more affluent families 

lived. Of course, I'd never been there before. This was  


    a good opportunity, so I decided to go in and take a look. The shop didn't have a sign that 

said "Buying books is honorable, reading them for nothing is shameful" (special thanks to my 

friend "PP" for this amazing translation; the original text reads: "立ち読み禁 " meaning 

"Don't just stand there and read. If you like this book, please buy it and read it slowly"), and 

it seemed to have air conditioning, which was cheaper than a fast food restaurant. But the 

lack of chairs was a bit of a bummer.  


    When the traffic light turned green, I hurried across the street and into the shop. The cool 

air immediately dispelled the scorching heat that had been enveloping me, and I felt so 

refreshed!  


    I'll go find some comics to read. Anyway, let's challenge myself to read all of "Golgoku 13" 

(the paperback edition of this work has only reached 125 volumes so far, but the single -

volume edition claims to have 356, so those with a bit of perseverance can give it a try). So, I 

headed towards the bookshelves where many people were standing and reading.  


    "Ah..."  


    "Wow!"  


    I jumped. I almost bumped into a familiar face.  


    The person was stunned for a moment, but quickly regained their composure.  


    "What a coincidence, meeting here."  


    "Shizuku, you're the one! Why are you here?!"  


    The person I almost bumped into was the Student Council President, Shizuku Sangou. 

Perhaps because she was wearing casual clothes, she looked older than usual.  


    Shizuku looked puzzled.  


    "Why?"  


    "This kind of store, well, it doesn't seem like the kind of place a president would frequent, 

right?"  


    "Is that so? Aren't the books here quite cheap?" Was it  


    just because they were cheap? While that was certainly true, Shizuku probably went to 

one of those large, multi -brand bookstores, right? (The "large joint bookstore" here is a free 

translation, taking the business type of the original physical bookstor e company, which is 

basically the kind of Xinhua Bookstore in China. If you feel uncomfortable, you can change it 

to "book city". The original text: Village Vanguard Corporation Co., Ltd. is the name of a 

Japanese company, namely Village Vanguard Corporati on Co., Ltd., and its business type is 

described as a "complex bookstore")  


    "It would be best to find what you want nearby, which is more convenient."  


    "Really?"  


    "Yes. I'm a high school student. It's normal to do things that are suitable for this age 

group."  


    But you look more like a female celebrity or a female model now. You really came to the 

wrong place.  


    "How's the student council going? I guess there's nothing left to do, right?"  


    "I finished it before noon today. I went home a bit, and now I'm out again."  


    She was holding a book that looked so dazzling it made me dizzy. It was about accounting 

or something. Was this really something a high school student should read?  


    "Do you want to buy it?"  


    "Yeah. Reading is my second biggest hobby besides rakugo. It gives me a sense of self -

improvement."  


    I didn't agree at all. Books with densely packed text outside of manga usually give me a 

headache.  


    I was about to make a quick getaway while Shizuku was facing the cashier.  


    "Please wait a moment."  


    That stopped me in my tracks.  


    "After all, it's so rare for us to meet. Wait there for a moment." We just met a  


    few days ago, after all. Even if I didn't want to run into you at school, I'd still run into you 

anyway.  


    With that, I really couldn't go anywhere. I decided to just wait patiently for her to buy the 

book.  


    I waited a bit longer. There weren't many customers, but the cashier was quite slow.  


    After a while, Shizuku came over to me.  


    "Sorry for the wait."  


    "It took quite a while."  


    "The cashier asked if we wanted to go for tea, but I declined."  


    "It's fine if you accepted."  


    This way, I could escape her clutches and go home peacefully.  


    "Because I said my boyfriend was waiting, he gave up."  


    "Hey, where  


    is he?" "You."  


    So that's what happened? You're such a hopeless idiot.  


    For some reason, Shizuku calls me "boyfriend" more often. "Kareshi" (that's the Japanese 

pronunciation of "boyfriend," a bit like the food additive called capsicum —pronounced 

Kapuseshin) —it sounds like some new food additive, but I don't know what's so  good about 

it. She also uses affectionate terms for me, as if we're dating. (I'm powerless, surrendering.)  


    Don't be ridiculous. I've always been a Kaede Sakura supremacist, even though her 

supremacy has slightly weakened (good news!). Is this a punishment game or a test of 

penance?  


    Shizuku is a beauty with a great figure and a superb reputation within Seitetsu, but none of 

that appeals to me. After all, she doesn't feel realistic at all. Honestly, she's more like a 

perfect CG character.  


    Therefore, I try to keep a proper distance from her, but due to my role as Kämpfer, I 

occasionally find myself in the awkward position of working alongside her.  


    But since it's just a simple holiday, why don't you give me some time off and not show up 

in front of me even at these times?  


    Shizuku and I walked out of the shop side by side. Although it was completely contrary to 

my current mood, I unconsciously walked past her side by side.  


    "You don't have anything important to do, do you?" Shizuku asked. "  


    Hey, how did you know I was bored? " "  


    Not really."  


    "I just thought so." Did you  


    see through me based on your feelings? It seems I really am bored.  


    "There aren't many shops around here. Come to my place."  


    "Shizuku's house... uh, is yours nearby?!"  


    "I told you it's near my house. It's over there."  


    A finger pointed in the direction of the rows of mansions.  


    "...They live in a nice place."  


    "Not that nice, though."  


    That being said, it was at least much bigger than my own.  


    "This way."  


    Even before I told her where I was going, Shizuku walked out. She seemed to expect me to 

just follow her. (Isn't that what you actually do...?)  


    I hesitated for a moment, then decided to follow her. If I really left her here and went back, 

I didn't know what kind of torture I'd get when I got back to school. So, I'll just explain my 

actions. After  


    walking a few streets, I gradually entered a quiet and leisurely residential area.  


    Before the war, this area seemed to have been developed by a private railway company as 

a high -end residential area. However, later, with the key railway line no longer passing 

through, development seemed to have stalled. Since then, it's become a plac e with only a 

name, a place where people can't live without significant financial resources.  


    The houses here are quite large. Even across the city, there aren't many people who can 

afford homes like this. It's so quiet even during the day, perhaps a typical trait of an upscale 

residential area.  


    "Turn here and you'll arrive."  


    I followed the signs and turned the street.  


    "That's it."  


    The house sign reading "Sangou" came into view. It was a brown house with brown walls, 

seemingly twice the size of my house. My father would surely burst into tears if he saw it.  


    She unlocked the door with her key.  


    "Please come in. No one's home right now." (Whose glasses flashed?)  


    For now, I just said, "Excuse me." The house was so tidy, as if it had just been renovated.  


    "That's the living room. Please go and sit down for a while." It was  


    a spacious living room. There was a TV, at least 50 inches, sitting there majestically. The air 

conditioner was on, probably even when no one was there. What a waste of electricity.  


    "I'll get some drinks. Wait a minute."  


    Shizuku tossed the books she'd bought aside and headed for the kitchen. The kitchen is 

not separated by a wall, but is a structure connected to the living room.  


    After I sat down on the sofa, I looked around the living room again. It is not only spacious, 

but the ceiling is also very high. It is really a luxurious house. It is directly connected to the 

courtyard, and that courtyard is even wider than this one. Although they are both two -story 

houses, my house is incomparable to this one, it is simply a world of difference. Is this what 

they call the social class gap? I almost want to start a revolution.  


    "I didn't buy it either."  


    I realized that Shizuku was already in front of me, pouring barley tea.  


    "My father is a businessman. He stumbled upon success and bought this house. Investing 

in land is a common thing."  


    "Is your father working now?"  


    "I suppose? He said he won't be back for a while. He must be at his mistress's."  


    "Well..."  


    I nearly choked on my barley tea. Shizuku remained calm.  


    "Really? He introduced his mistress to me before. She's truly beautiful."  


    "After all, this must have been a joke, right?"  


    "Unfortunately not. It's the truth."  


    "So your mother doesn't mind?"  


    "She's a businesswoman too. She doesn't have a lover, but she probably just enjoys her 

work. She's probably shopping in Southeast Asia right now."  


    "...So, Shizuku, have you always been alone?"  


    "It's been pretty much like this since I started middle school."  


    Shizuku took a sip of the slightly cooled barley tea. There was no pause in her movements 

or words.  


    Generally speaking, someone with such a family background wouldn't be normal. If I were 

in the same shoes, I'd probably break the windows at home to find some peace of mind. But 

she didn't have a single ounce of that wild impulse. No matter what troubl es she 

encountered, she would just bottle them up and silently resolve them. What kind of mental 

strength is that? Honestly, a life like this must cultivate extraordinary mental strength.  


    But it also explains her, whether to call it eccentric or quiet. Anyway, was the air 

conditioning so cold earlier?  


    "What are you thinking about?" Shizuku asked.  


    "!" My heart tightened  


    . "It doesn't look good." "  


    What's the matter? "  


    I evaded. Still, I couldn't let her hear my feelings.  


    "Ah, speaking of which, Shizuku, you were auditioned for an entertainment talent show 

when you were little? Why didn't you go?"  


    "Oh, do you want me to go?"  


    "I think you'd be more suited there."  


    After all, she was a beauty. While it might not be appropriate for a beautiful child, with 

that kind of face, it wouldn't be surprising if she appeared on TV.  


    "Actually, I just have no interest in going. My biggest wish is to be an ordinary high school 

student."  


    "Everyone says you're perfect. You're not ordinary at all."  


    "Perfect, huh?"  


    She seemed rather dull. Shizuku gently placed her glass on the coffee table.  


    "What high school students mean by 'perfect' is, at best, just erudition. Isn't it just a little 

bit more athletic or academic?"  


    "Perfect marks in all subjects, athletically on par with men, where are you going to find 

someone like that?"  


    "Japan is so big, there must be a few."  


    "There's simply no such thing."  


    The woman before me was already a miracle. Even if it wasn't Kämpfer, it would be 

astonishing. Probably not even one in a hundred million people. Yet, she seemed unfazed.  


    "That's what everyone says," she continued in a tone of utter boredom. "She's just a high 

school girl, what's the big deal?"  


    "Even the teachers think highly of her."  


    "Yeah. If you want to go to university, go to the University of Tokyo, or even study abroad. 

I'm tired of hearing so much of that."  


    Speaking of which, Shizuku was already a third year in high school. It was time to consider 

further studies.  


    "You don't even consider my personal wishes,"  


    a soft sigh echoed. That's not something you'd do.  


    After all, Shizuku is an impeccable person, destined to reach the pinnacle of any path. So, 

for her, careers in entertainment and academia aren't particularly special. But it's true that 

these paths aren't her own aspirations so much as expectations. W hile there's nothing wrong 

with pursuing one's own goals, even that alone would be out of reach for someone as 

mediocre as me.  


    Anyway, I'd better ask first.  


    "What do you want to do in the future, Shizuku?"  


    "What do you think?"  


    "Don't make me guess... storyteller?"  


    "That's not very promising for women."  


    "Try modeling?"  


    "I'm not interested in showing myself off."  


    "Then I have no idea."  


    I don't even know much about my own affairs, let alone talking about other people's.  


    "If you really want to say..." Shizuku chuckled. "A bride, huh?"  


    "...What are you talking about?"  


    A strong sense of surprise hit me. Isn't this the wish of those lower -grade elementary 

school girls? Your alternative answers should at least include politicians and dictators.  


    "Not surprising at all. It's a very common wish among girls."  


    "And that common includes you?"  


    If a little girl said this, it would definitely be cute, but when Shizuku said it, it felt like the 

sentence itself was distorted. It was really confusing.  


    "Whether it's included or not, I have thought about it seriously."  


    "Who is the other party?"  


    Shizuku burst into laughter happily, "Who is it?" (The translator died of hemorrhage, his 

last words: Shizuku, you are so cute...)  


    "It's meaningless without a man."  


    "That's true. Actually, there is one."  


    "Please give him my deepest condolences."  


    I forced the subject to change. I always feel that there is a bad omen.  


    Shizuku smiled bitterly and filled my glass with barley tea. She has gradually become able 

to laugh recently. Maybe this has something to do with her high position.  


    "...Well, since she has become Kämpfer, there is no telling what she will become in the 

future."  


    I completely agree with this. It's not just Shizuku, but Akane, Kondou Mikoto, and I are all 

facing this problem. Not to mention the White Kämpfer Army is here to mess things up.  


    "Speaking of which, Natsuru -kun."  


    "Hmm?"  


    I said while chewing on some ice. "Are you  


    still free from now on?"  


    "Almost."  


    There's nothing special to do besides daydreaming, so I guess that's what I call free. I don't 

have the money to travel. I've used up all my money in Gunma.  


    "Have you been doing nothing since you came back from the theme park?" "No.     I went 

out." "You went on a trip  


    , didn't you     ?" "No... does going to Gunma count as traveling?"     Shizuku grabbed hold 

of the words I finally said.     "Gunma Prefecture? Do you have relatives there?"     "No. I was 

invited there."     It wasn't something I needed to hide, so I  explained it directly. Shizuku 

seemed normal.     "...Can I ask you something?"     "What do you want to ask?"     "Who did 

you go with?"     "Kondou Mikoto." (Anger +40)     There was a clang (the sound of glassware 

colliding, I'll explain in case someon e doesn't understand), and Shizuku angrily put the glass 

in her hand heavily on the table. I don't know if she did it on purpose, but it was really a loud 

sound.     The tea on the table spread out.     "Hey, the tea is spilled."     Shizuku didn't seem 

to care at all. Didn't you even notice that the tea was spilled?     "What did you do with 

Kondou -san? Where did you stay?"     "Nothing special. I came back the same day."     "It's 

impossible for me to come back without doing anything."     Why are you so obsessed with 

this? I don't remember fishing with bait.     "I just went to eat curry. That guy dragged me 

there anyway."     "I'll make you as much curry as you want, is that really all?"     "Just...ah."     

A scene surfaced from the depths of my memory, the one that happened after I'd been fed a 

large amount of curry.     "What?"     Shizuku leaned slightly closer to me. I'd rarely seen her 

react like that.     "...Nothing."     "It can't be nothing. Answer m e."     This was exactly like a 

police interrogation, the way they always use it when they're trying to get to the bottom of 

things. This way, regardless of whether you've actually committed a crime, you have to say 

something. This is a perfect breeding gr ound for false accusations.     "Even if you want me to 

answer..."     "What did I do?"     "Not do it, but I was kissed. I was kissed..."     Ah~~, but I 

finally said it.     Shizuku's expression didn't change. Of course, it wasn't like Akane's sudden 

transformation. It felt like the atmosphere had shifted a bit, but then it suddenly returned to 

normal.     "Huh... Natsuru -kun and Kondou -san kissed."     She slumped down onto the sofa, 

crossing her arms. Somehow, I panicked. (It seems like training is stil l the most effective. I'll 

have Kondou Mikoto brush up on her training later.)     "Oh, that was probably... maybe just 

an accident, a simple one."     "That girl, was it her first kiss?"     "It seems... yes."     "That first 

kiss was with Natsuru. Kondou -san must be so happy right now."     Suddenly, they were 

calling me Natsuru. What's going on?     Even if I wanted to protest, the atmosphere made it 

impossible for me to utter a word.     "Who knows how she felt?"     "When Natsuru and I 

kissed, I was so  happy."     "..."     So, my first kiss was taken by this guy. Is your attitude any 

different from a rapist bragging about his exploits?     "How did you feel then?"     And you're 

asking me how I felt.     I didn't feel anything. The only thing I have to  say is that the kiss 

tasted of curry. Kondou Mikoto expressed the same sentiment as me. After all, we'd just had 

curry.     Shizuku still folded her arms and stared at me. Thanks to you, I didn't even dare to 

reach for the barley tea cup. Why did I have t o show weakness like this? After all, it's my 

freedom to kiss whomever I want. Honestly, it would be great if it was Kaede Sakura.     "Um, 

Shizuku..."     "Childhood sweethearts are the best."     Why did she suddenly bring up such a 

bizarre thing?     "I t just closed the distance between us. I wish I were Natsuru's childhood 

sweetheart." (Shizuku, [nosebleeds] You're so cute again... [falls backward, unconscious])     I 

was completely bewildered. I wanted to live in a house like this.     She still kept h er arms 

folded. But, she had the air of a businessman strategizing.     “…Even if my boyfriend has 

become a little frivolous, I don’t want to be discouraged, but I still need to resort to this 

trick…”     “What are you talking about?”     “…It seems that n o matter what I do, I can’t stop 

getting angry. Oh no, what if I get disliked…” (Shizuku, please have some respect, I’m about 

to use up all my blood…)     Her words were shrouded in mystery. In short, Shizuku’s mental 

state is not very stable. It’s obvious  that your nerves are thicker than the chains of the iron 

chain bridge over the Dadu River.     If you look closely, you can see that her fingers are still 

tapping rhythmically on her elbows, but it doesn’t look like she’s using a transmitter to 

transmit t elegrams. Maybe she’s tapping the rhythm of her heart rate. Her feet, too, seem to 

be shaking too much, be careful not to shake them off.     “…Uh, um, are you angry?”     “No.”  


    "You just mentioned the word 'anger'..."  


    "That's true."  


    Wow. I feel like the words aren't quite right.  


    Hey, gaze! Your gaze could kill. I've tried so hard not to do anything bad, yet I still feel this 

sense of being criticized from all sides. It's like that feeling in elementary school when I was 

the class representative for handwriting practice, but en ded up being told to "take it back 

and rewrite it."  


    "Natsuru."  


    "Hey, at least you have to give me my last name..."  


    "Natsuru." (Shizuku is a jerk...)  


    "...Here."  


    I was completely overwhelmed by this force. Face to face with this guy, I always feel more 

desperate than a fly facing insecticide.  


    "Are you going on a date just because you're childhood friends?"  


    "You were bewitched by the curry."  


    "Do you really like curry that much?"  


    Actually, it's not that I like it. It's Kondou Mikoto who's pushing me into it. Isn't it the same 

with you, Shizuku?  


    Why is everyone always plotting to drag me somewhere? Someone please tell me why! Is 

there a bounty for dragging me far away?! That's not called a date, it's called kidnapping!!     

Shizuku sighed.     "...It's so hard to surpass an innocent childhood sweetheart." "What do 

you mean by surpassing? Are you trying to start a war?!" "Almost. Kondou is a formidable 

foe... Is this the end?" "If you really want to say it's over, it should be considered the end." 

Shizuku did  


    n't     miss     the     hint     of turbidity in my tone.     "Don't tell me what else happened, will 

you?"     "With Kondou Mikoto... pretty much... just... ah, and with Akane."     "Akane -san? 

How many other girls were you planning on hitting on?"     "No, not really! It was just a once -

in-a-lifetime thing, nothing at all. We just went to the Bon Dance yesterday."     "Oh, so it was 

hosted by that Hoshitoyo Shrine?"     "You're quite clear. We just went together."     "What did 

you do?"     Her eyes seemed to have grown sharper. At first glance, she might not seem any 

different from usual, but this guy's gaze was fixed on you like a bunch of needles piercing 

you. A bottom would have been delighted.     "Anything..."     "Don't tell me you and Akane -

san kissed, did you?"     "No, not really. But it almost happened."     Oh no, I'd accidentally let 

out the truth.     Shizuku nearly sighed once again. The reason she didn't let out a sigh was 

probably because of her strong mental strength.     "Really, tha t's so annoying." (Luckily I 

brought some hemostatics...)     I don't care. If I could be hated by you, Shizuku, I'd be going 

back to celebrate.     "It's not what you imagine now. It's the difficult situation. I'm almost 

cursing myself."     I have no int erest in cursing myself. Although I do want to curse my own 

stupidity, to be honest, I think it happens all the time. (Your first human words in this book)     

"Childhood sweethearts and hobbies... aren't I the most backward?"     "Hey, what are you 

talkin g about? It's completely incomprehensible."     "It's okay. I didn't expect you to 

understand."     I feel like this is a subtle way of saying I'm stupid.     "Just getting a first kiss 

doesn't seem to be enough. We need some other means."     Can you plea se not say such 

terrifying things so lightly? The ominous premonition that my life is about to be taken away 

lingers in my heart.     While Shizuku wouldn't actually kill me, I've heard of similar incidents. 

Rumor has it that two years ago, there was a tea cher at Seitetsu Academy with a terrible 

personality, extremely prejudiced, and even sexually harassed female students. This was just 

a replay of that teacher's behavior. After a     student came to discuss a matter, Shizuku said, 

"Just a moment," and left  early that day. The next day, she demanded the resignation of the 

aforementioned teacher. Shizuku must have done something behind the scenes, gathering 

rumors and evidence to make her request to the principal. It was precisely because of this 

resignation that the current student council system was established, which is truly 

remarkable. While the teacher would have likely been persuaded to resign even if she had let 

it go, it was precisely because of this incident that he was arrested for molestation six 

months later.     But I wouldn't want to go through the same experience myself. At least I'd be 

charged with sexual harassment, right?     She sipped her tea silently. She knew that for now, 

my life wasn't in danger. Huh~~.     Shizuku turned her head and l ooked out the window. I 

followed her gaze, only to see a crimson sun setting. Is it already evening? Time flies.     I 

averted my gaze, but Shizuku kept gazing into the distance.     "Are you watching the birds 

flying by?"     "...That's terrible."     "What?"     "Maybe we're be ing watched."     "!" My heart 

tightened. What did you just say? We're being watched?!     "Who's watching this house?"     

"That's what I feel."     "...Could it be the White Kämpfer?"     "Very likely."     This was truly 

troublesome. So far, fighting be tween Kämpfers has avoided breaking out in anyone's home. 

The only exception was the incident at the Sakura residence, but even then, no major 

altercation ensued. We had no intention of taking advantage of the situation to engage in a 

fight. It was like th ere was an unspoken ceasefire. Without such a rule, the conflict would 

surely escalate, ultimately erupting into a war of mass destruction involving chemical or 

nuclear weapons.     Where is the enemy? When I raised my guard, Shizuku, who noticed 

this, see med relieved.     "Shizuku, if we don't contact Akane, Kondou Mikoto, and the others 

quickly..."  


    "Why did you call them here?"  


    "It's better to have more people."  


    "Ah, that's true." (What a tragedy...)  


    She glanced at the clock. Well, there wasn't a hint of tension.  


    "It'll be too late if we don't make dinner."  


    She stood up as she spoke. Yeah, that's true; she's home alone, just like me. But is now the 

time to do all this?!  


    "Isn't the White Kämpfer going to care?"  


    "What does Natsuru want to eat?"  


    She suddenly posed the question.  


    "...Since you're already making dinner, I won't bother you."  


    "Natsuru, eat before you leave."  


    Uh, don't make it sound so matter -of-fact.  


    "I'm sorry. Besides, there are enemies..."  


    "It's not a problem for me. We're all alone, so what's the big deal?"  


    "We have some left at home."  


    "It's just curry, right?"  


    Yes, absolutely. It seems I've got it in my grasp. I'm like a butterfly caught in a spider's web. 

(Natsuru, your Kondou Mikoto asked you to go back home for dinner... Hey, don't abandon 

me.)  


    "Let's go, let's go buy dinner together."  


    "Me too?"  


    "You won't move unless I tell you to?"  


    It's not that I have to, but I just feel uncomfortable letting you do whatever you want. Then 

there's the issue of the White Kämpfer nearby, which I've mentioned so many times.  


    But even if I bring it up righteously, it goes in one ear and out the other. So I just obediently 

obey her orders.  


    The supermarket isn't nearby, so we have to walk quite a distance. It's in the opposite 

direction of the subway station.  


    "Isn't it inconvenient to go so far to buy things?"  


    "Everyone here drives."  


    So that's why we can't drive yet.  


    Shizuku glanced around like a warning light after leaving the store, but finally stopped 

when she reached her destination. Perhaps the enemy had left.  


    The supermarket was surprisingly large. Perhaps to accommodate the residents' lifestyle, it 

only stocks high -end ingredients. While there were some cheaper items, they were all tucked 

away.  


    Shizuku placed the shopping basket on the cart, and the responsibility of pushing it 

seemed to fall naturally on my shoulders.  


    "Am I a follower?"  


    "Rather, I'm the husband of a newlywed couple, right?" (The original language feels very 

intimate and casual, so I've translated it as such. If you don't agree, you can use the following 

formal translation: "Rather, I'm the husband of a newlywed couple , right?")  


    Don't talk about such scary things.  


    "There might be enemies along the way, so I'll leave the ingredients in the basket to you."  


    It seems that this basket of ingredients is more important than me.  


    Leaving the vegetable section, we headed towards the meat and fish sections. She skillfully 

placed the selected ingredients into the basket.  


    "Do you come here often?"  


    "Yeah. I think it's better not to overstuff the fridge."  


    "Student Council matters stay up late, don't you? You really have time to cook for yourself."  


    "Even if it's called the student council, it's just that. I think that while the student council 

and student rights at Seitetsu are much greater than at other schools, and therefore the 

affairs are more numerous and complex, it's still far less than th ose of professionals in their 

jobs."  


    I've always admired your realism. I've never felt any sense of grandeur or significance in 

anything I do. Everyone knows this about being a student, right? Even though I said that, I'd 

never thought the same way.  


    "If we cut corners a little, dinner could be ready sooner."  


    "So I was slacking off today."  


    "Well, who knows?" (Under the illusion of Kurostiri's flowers, the translator happily 

erected a tombstone again... See the moment before the opening of the "Unforgotten 

Recording" in the movie)  


    her words seemed to imply something.  


    Shizuku bought pork tenderloin and what seemed like a lot of seasonings. And there was a 

bunch more.  


    I just felt like it was way too much. Two people couldn't finish it.  


    "Does Natsuru prefer Japanese food?"  


    "Not really."  


    "Then let's just leave it at that."  


    There were a lot of people with children in the supermarket, and as expected, they were 

all choosing ingredients in the same way. A little boy, who was probably in kindergarten, 

asked, "What are those big brothers?" The woman next to him who looked lik e his mother 

replied, "They're called newlyweds." I almost had a heart attack when I heard this 

conversation. Please stop talking nonsense! Are there newlyweds in the world who are that 

young? !  


    "... Come to think of it, Shizuku."  


    "What? Want some candy?" (Shizuku is in a really good mood and uses very gentle 

language. This is also a contextual translation. For those who find it unacceptable, here is the 

official translation: "What's wrong? Want to buy some candy?")  


    "Am I in elementary school?!... Let's buy some. I'm not talking about this! What about the 

enemies?"  


    "It seems like there might be."  


    "Stop saying 'it seems like'! You don't even know where they're going to attack from, do 

you?"  


    "It doesn't matter. They won't attack anyway."  


    "It's entirely possible!" "  


    No way. After all, it's not the White Kämpfer."  


    What did you just say? Wasn't it? !  


    "Are you kidding me?"  


    "I'm not kidding. The surveillance thing is real."  


    "What do you mean?"  


    Shizuku pointed behind me.  


    "That's what I mean."  


    "Huh... Yeah~, Masumi."  


    As the representative of the three -person group, Masumi Nishino made a V sign and 

greeted me.  


    I froze in my tracks at this shocking news. I'm sure everyone can understand, and it wasn't 

my fault at all. I'd known for a while that these three people from Class 4, Grade 2, Girls' 

Department, were often elusive, but how could they even appear in t his supermarket?  


    "I've always found Natsuru -san unbelievable."     The  


    spokesperson shifted to another classmate.     "  


    My house is diagonally across from the student council president's."  


    "...Huh?" "     So, they've been     watching you since you first walked over .     "     I glanced 

in Shizuku's direction. "So, you felt like you were being watched before..." "That's what 

happened." Uwaa ...     After all, we just met in Gunma Prefec ture the day before yesterday. I 

thought I wouldn't have to see your faces again until summer vacation was over!     "Shizuku, 

you know Masumi's house is across the street from yours,     right?" "Of course I do,"     she 

said matter -of-factly.     "At lea st explain it to me..."     "Why explain it to the male Natsuru?"     

The "male" was emphasized. Indeed, it would seem strange not to say it here. But why didn't 

she tell me when we were alone?     She must have been thinking things like, "Because you 

didn 't ask," or "You assumed you knew." Or maybe she was just preparing to enjoy my grief 

as I sighed to the sky. The latter seems most likely.     Masumi Nishino and the other two 

silently watched me, like a mute swallowing bitter herbs —a me who couldn't expr ess my 

pain.     "But putting aside Shizuku, Natsuru -san is truly surprising."     "Yeah, Natsuru -san is 

always surprising."     "It smells like money."     Masumi, can't you just go a day without 

mentioning money?     Now that things have come to this, th ere's no way I can escape. It 

took all my willpower to suppress the urge to make the excuse, "I'm being exploited like a 

slave by Shizuku, claiming I owe you money." If that's accepted, it'll be a real problem.     "It 

seems the rumors are true," Masumi sa id.     Just in case, I'll go ask.     "...Are your 'rumors' 

really..."     "The rumors that Shizuku and Natsuru are dating."     "Uh, that's..."     "That's 

<nowiki>right,"     Shizuku admitted without hesitation. Ah~~~!     "Shizuku, it's time to stop it!"     " No </nowiki>

matter how hard you try, it can't be hidden anymore."     "What's the point of hiding it..."     

"Is that really the case?"     Masumi nodded deeply, as if to say, "Exactly as I thought."     "I 

got a text from Kaede Sakura saying 'Shizuku Sangou has a boyfriend.' It was so shocking that 

I rushed to the news department for an emergency meeting, not even caring that it was 

summer vacation. If they found out it's the male version of Natsuru -san, more people would 

probably be shocked."     It would definite ly be a surprise. If I weren't the subject of the 

rumor, I would be struck by lightning.     "At first, I thought he was a banker or an official."     

Another classmate looked quite happy. She's always been a person who likes to cause chaos, 

so she must be  overjoyed by now.     "It's a huge financial deficit. The underground gambling 

world is about to undergo a new round of reshuffle."     Is it a new gambling this time? By the 

way, is Shizuku's boyfriend really that popular?     "Come to think of it..." Ma sumi stared at us 

both. "Are you two here shopping?"     "Yes."     "Hehe. The venue is a supermarket, the items 

are all food, and it's dinner time. So?"     "Natsuru is having dinner at Shizuku's house!"     

another classmate laughed heartily. She seemed to be saying, "Natsuru, you pervert," but I 

don't think I qualify as such a nickname.     Masumi said with admiration, "It's already like 

this."     "Yes," Shizuku immediately confirmed.     "Either of us is home alone. Isn't it 

inevitable that it would turn out this way?"     "So Shizuku took the responsibility of preparing 

dinner?"     "That's right."     What do you mean by that? You're j ust making things even more 

chaotic, aren't you?! Hey, won't anyone listen to my explanation?     "Um, Shizuku."     "What, 

Natsuru?"     Faced with such a gentle tone, I could only swallow the rest of my words.     "As 

expected, you're calling each other by name."     "Nickname, you look so charming!"     

"What's Natsuru -san     's name again?" Wow, the three of them looked like they'd discovered 

a new toy. If this keeps up, I'll be dead before the new semester starts. Perhaps the best 

thing to do right no w is to get out of here and find someplace to calm down.     "Will you guys 

come to dinner too?"     Shizuku asked again.     Masumi asked, looking surprised. "Is that 

okay? We're probably going to be the third wheel, right?" "     Sure. We were planning t o 

peek in from across the street anyway, right?"     "It's not good to spy on other people's 

homes anyway. I was just watching you guys coming in and out."     "Come eat together. It's 

not a big deal."     The three of them happily accepted the invitation.      This "together" 

definitely includes me, so there's no need to double -check.  


    I left the supermarket feeling four times worse than when I entered. If I were with Kaede 

Sakura, this would be a trip to heaven, but now I'm just in the deepest depths of hell. A 

tombstone could drop from the sky and crush me to death at any moment.  


    The five of us marched in formation towards Shizuku's house. On the way, I overheard 

their conversation and learned that Masumi Nishino and the others had returned from 

Gunma yesterday and were at another classmate's house today for a summary meeting. So, 

what was your summary meeting about?  


    Then, I accidentally witnessed me and Shizuku walking home together, and that's when the 

trouble began. The summary meeting was immediately suspended and surveillance was 

swiftly put into place.  


    "You just went to Gunma with Kondou -san, and you're back and immediately getting hot 

with Shizuku. Natsuru -san is truly something to be reckoned with,"  


    Masumi said with deep emotion. "I really wish you wouldn't pay so much attention to me.  


    " Then again, normally, a woman would think a man is flirtatious and cause a big stir, but 

these three didn't. It seems my previous actions were just like the courtship of insects to 

them. In a way, this helped me a lot.  


    Masumi and the others went back to the classmate's house for a bit, but then left right 

away.  


    Shizuku's house still felt spacious, even with three more people. Presumably, the 

classmate's place felt much the same.  


    "Let's start cooking! Anyone want to help?"  


    "Sure."  


    "I'll do it!"  


    "Please let me help too."  


    In the end, it seemed like all three of them were helping with the cooking. Judging from 

this, they really were girls. Even Masumi, who usually bought questionable food, was cooking 

today. They  


    all wore aprons. Hey, everyone's dressed so nicely, what's going on? (Natsuru, please 

respect yourself!)  


    This kitchen could easily accommodate four or five people without feeling cramped. 

Everything was electric, a stark contrast to the fumes and roaring noises of an old -fashioned 

kitchen.  


    In the blink of an eye, the ingredients were prepped and ready to go. I was still wondering 

if there was anything I could do to help, but it seemed like they even took care of getting the 

dishes out of the kitchen and onto the table. It really made me feel a little embarrassed 

about my own uselessness. Besides, I was just a useless man who didn't even have the 

courage to run away.  


    The rice cooker beeped. Speaking of which, I have no idea when the rice was even cooked.  


    "There's rice, but it's basically a Chinese dinner," Shizuku said. "And there's no miso soup; 

they're using egg soup instead."  


    So, that smell is from Chinese seasoning? (Honestly, the concept of Chinese over there is 

pretty narrow.)  


    Another classmate scooped up the rice too. Once again, I was completely unhelpful. I 

might as well just go and reflect on my mistakes.  


    The table was filled with lavish dishes. Shredded pork with green peppers, braised pork, 

spring rolls, Chinese salad, soup, and rice.  


    Even with so many hands on deck, it's still quite astonishing how much they could whip up. 

There wasn't a single ordinary, home -cooked meal; it was almost as good as ordering at a 

restaurant.  


    "Shizuku cooks most of it," Masumi exclaimed. "She's truly amazing. Not only is she skilled, 

but she's also a master at cooking."  


    "Who knew?"  


    "And she's so thoughtful of you, Natsuru -san is truly blessed."  


    How many times have I told you I'm not dating her?  


    The drinks were ready: barley tea and bottled juice. I'd been wondering if she made the 

juice herself, but on second thought, it probably wasn't.  


    "Please, let's eat."  


    Shizuku took off her apron. Everyone sat down at the table.  


    The girls were quite lively when they ate. The three from Class 4, second grade, had also 

changed their impression. Although they still looked like flickering candlelight against 

fluorescent lights, they certainly added to the lively atmosphere at the table. The  


    only man, however, was confined to a corner, sipping his egg drop soup in solitude. 

Besides, Kaede Sakura wasn't there.  


    "Come to think of it..." Masumi asked, chewing on a spring roll. "When did Natsuru -san 

start dating Shizuku?"  


    So she finally arrived? Girls really love these kinds of topics.  


    "When did it start, exactly?"  


    "Why did Shizuku agree?"  


    "Well, you answer that."  


    When did it start? ... Actually, they're not even dating now!  


    But Masumi looked so excited; she wouldn't believe me even if I denied such a 

relationship.  


    "According to my theory, it should have been a little before the final exams,"  


    Masumi said, pulling out a handbook.  


    "According to the records of the Bishoujo Research Club and the 'Scolded by Shizuku 

Sangou -sama's Club,' Shizuku visited Class 4, Second Year, Boys' Division, a little before the 

cultural festival. However, she was with Kaede Sakura at the time, so the  possibility of them 

dating is extremely low."  


    How did you get hold of such information? You don't even have any qualms about 

mentioning the names of these illegal clubs in front of Shizuku? Ah, I can't take it anymore. 

Too many complaints (if you don't understand this, please search for the meanin g of "吐槽 ")! 

And even if I hit the nail on the head, it probably wouldn't help.  


    "And around this time, first -year student Kondou Mikoto also returned to school. Now that 

I think about it, that's a very high possibility of a fire starting."  


    "What are you talking about!" " Fire starting?"  


    She's talking about it as if it were a massive fire during the Edo period. Hurry and call the 

fire department.  


    "From what I imagine, it'll probably be a little later."  


    Another classmate gulped down the bottle of Coke in one gulp. I'd said I'd prepare a bottle 

of Coke for myself, and it turns out it was all about this. "  


    When Shizuku gets busy with work, the male version of Natsuru takes advantage of the 

situation. It's very common."  


    "No way!"  


    "When the student council gets busy lately... it's around the cultural festival. We started 

dating around the end of the festival, right? What do you think?" "  


    Wrong answer. My relationship with Shizuku..."  


    "What a pity."  


    I couldn't even finish my sentence before Shizuku's words were cut short.  


    "We kissed then. But unfortunately, that's all."  


<nowiki>    Ah~~~, the three of them started to stir. "Can you please stop screaming so femininely?" </nowiki>

Rather than that, what exactly do you mean by "regret"?  


    Another classmate leaned forward.  


    "Just kissing? Really just that?"  


    "We went on dates, too."  


    "What else? What else?" "  


    And I got pushed down." Another  


    "Ahhhhh!" scream. I'm the one who wants to scream the most, right?!  


    "Natsuru did push someone down! What a prodigy!" "  


    Rape happened."  


    Masumi, can you please stop being so blunt?! At this point, I finally managed to utter the 

words.  


    "I didn't forcefully push someone down!"  


    "The word 'push down' already carries the connotation of 'force,'"  


    Masumi retorted calmly. Even so.  


    "But Natsuru pushed me down, even though I had just gotten out of the shower,"  


    Shizuku added. (The original text says "a word," but after much deliberation, I've decided 

to translate it as "a knife." Feel free to choose.)  


    "That counts as an assault, doesn't it?"  


    "But I didn't do anything!"  


    "You just took off my clothes."  


    Another scream. Damn it! All three of them were speaking in accusatory tones, yet why 

were their eyes so gleaming?  


    "Has the lust finally unleashed?"  


    "Ah~~, that must have been rape!"  


    "Natsuru -san ripped Shizuku's clothes."  


    Hey, what are you talking about?! What was wrong with that last part?  


    "It wasn't ripped. Shizuku took it off herself!"  


    "Because if you don't take it off under threat, you'll be treated even more cruelly."  


    "How could I ever threaten you?!"  


    However, Masumi and the others didn't believe me. It's more like they weren't prepared to 

believe me from the beginning. When presented with a pair, they always choose to make 

things even more complicated.  


    "Natsuru -san is unexpectedly violent..."  


    Masumi wrote in her notepad. Hey, don't tell me you're writing this down and selling it, 

are you?!  


    "You want me to help you spread the word that you're just a victim of domestic violence, 

Shizuku?"  


    "That's one way to express your love. Just let me help him correct it."  


    Why did I have to assume we were in a relationship?!  


    I took a deep breath. One against four was really not in my favor. It seemed I couldn't help 

but gather my strength to get to the bottom of this.  


    "Everyone, listen to me. I don't have a specific girlfriend!"  


    "No, but I do have girlfriends." (What a tragedy... I've gone from tears to tears.)  


    "Something like figurines?"  


    Masumi and the others were just talking nonsense. Absolutely not. I have no interest in 

figurines or anything like that!  


    "Don't mess around. My dream girl... is Kaede Sakura!"  


    I'd originally planned on making a shocking confession, but the audience's reaction was a 

bit indifferent.  


    "So what?"  


    "Hello, Natsuru, that's boring."  


    "According to a reliable survey by the Bishoujo Research Association, 22% of the boys have 

a crush on Kaede Sakura. That's tied with Shizuku's 24%, and that statistic excludes people 

who admire both."  


    But whenever the class debate breaks out, "Who would you choose for your girlfriend, 

Kaede Sakura or Shizuku Sangou?" I always strongly support Kaede Sakura. It's a clear fact 

that Shizuku's beauty and gentleness are on a different level! But I feel li ke Kaede Sakura's 

been calling me out lately and telling me some really weird things... Anyway,  


    for me, my deep love for Kaede Sakura is one of my most important personal traits. Even if 

it's been getting a lot of flak lately, I'll stick to this belief! (I personally think that's truly 

admirable, but your other qualities are truly lamentable...)  


    "Kaede Sakura isn't around right now,"  


    another classmate said, instantly crushing my innocent feelings.  


    "That woman doesn't choose anyone in particular as her boyfriend. Shouldn't you be 

happier about being Shizuku's boyfriend?"  


    "Not really. I've always been... "  


    "Speaking of the past, what about Kondou -san?" Masumi  


    next to me covered her mouth with her hands.  


    "You went on a date in Gunma, right?"  


    "Can that even be called a date?"  


    "You even kissed."  


    My heart tightened. Hey, what are you talking about?!  


    "Uh, that was..."  


    "A kiss,"  


    Masumi answered, somehow adopting the tone of a detective interrogating a criminal.  


    I glanced at Shizuku, and to my surprise, she remained as calm as ever.  


    "You and Kondou -san were childhood sweethearts, weren't you?"  


    "More or less."  


    "That trip to Gunma just happened the day before yesterday. Have you already abandoned 

her?"  


    "How could I abandon her?!"  


    "That means you're two -timing her. I'm impressed."  


    But I don't think you're that surprised. It's more like you're feeling the personal satisfaction 

of getting the answer you wanted. Besides, that's not actually the case.  


    Masumi reached for her bag.  


    "Actually, I had these photos with me before." "  


    Stop it, you idiot!" I cried in my heart, but I couldn't say it out loud. It was too late.  


    She pulled out a photo of me and Kondou Mikoto kissing.  


    "See, Shizuku, it's just like this, so tender."  


    Shizuku took the photo. I gasped, expecting my hair to burst into flames.  


    But she simply stared at the photo with a blank expression.  


    "It's a beautiful photo."  


    "It's just a great way to snap it. I really studied the light and shadow for this."  


    Is that really the case? Even the seating area is designated.  


    Shizuku stared at the photo intently, looking like a science scholar.  


    "The tongue is stuck in there, right?"  


    "Who knows?"  


    No, it wasn't.  


    "Can I take this photo?"  


    "Please. I'll print out as many as you want."  


    Why would you take it? Don't tell me you're collecting some weird collection.  


    Even so, she maintained her composure. Even Masumi would find this a bit suspicious, 

right?  


    "How about this? Take this photo."  


    "I won't use this photo to curse her."  


    "Aren't you angry?"  


    "Yeah, I'm a little jealous."  


    Shizuku quickly finished her dinner.  


    "If you can't be a little tolerant of your boyfriend's frivolity, you'll be unqualified."  


    This made Masumi and the others exclaim in astonishment.  


    "Do you have to go to that extent?"  


    "Shizuku, that's just letting a man go?!"  


    "What you just said can't be omitted; it must be saved in the database."  


    Shizuku, as usual, showed no unusual change, no signs of excitement.  


    "Kondou -san is my childhood sweetheart. I can't do anything about the fact that she's in a 

favorable position. Rather, if it's just a kiss between her and Natsuru, I'll turn a blind eye."  


    "Maybe she'll kiss Kondou -san too?" another classmate asked.  


    "It doesn't matter." (Why did I suddenly think of Apple vs. Microsoft...)  


    "Really?!"  


    "After all, I'm the one we're dating."  


    Where does this confident tone come from?  


    She's been so calm and composed so far. It's hard to say yet, but what would become of 

her if she became a businessman? She'd definitely become a speculator who never loses 

money. With that attitude alone, she'd be able to raise funds from clients.  


    "Wow, Natsuru is really popular."  


    Everyone nodded in agreement at another classmate's statement.  


    "Anyone who can make Shizuku Sangou achieve this must be the happiest person in 

Seitetsu. She's truly impressive. If word leaks to the men's club,  


    it'll be hell." And not just hell, it's death on the spot. Please keep your mouth shut.  


    But honestly, I'm the unluckiest, right? I never wanted to be this popular. Looking back  


    , I realize my popularity with women stems from the fact that I'm a woman, but is that 

truly a good thing? It's more likely to make me cry my heart out more each night. On the 

other hand  


    , it's a perfect topic for the women. Even the usually calm Masumi gets excited when 

talking about it.  


    "But what do you think is good about this, Shizuku?" Masumi asked.  


    "What do you mean by 'what'?"  


    "About Natsuru -san."  


    "You don't need a reason to like someone,"  


    she replied, just like she did before.  


    "But, honestly, there are some good things about the Natsuru school."  


    "How do you put it?"  


    "I'm sure you all know this, but the people at Seitetsu, whether students or teachers, don't 

really treat me like a student."  


    "That's true."  


    "It's not a big deal, but it still makes me feel a little uncomfortable."  


    But I guess there's nothing I can do about it.  


    I repeat, Shizuku, you're a perfect warrior. Not only are you perfect, but you face every 

challenge head -on and are trusted by everyone. Leaving student matters in her care is 

guaranteed to yield excellent results. While there are occasional failures, you're always sure 

to minimize dissatisfaction. You're quite an expert at being a "troubleshooter."  


    Anyone who has accumulated so many accomplishments would be proud of it, right? 

However, I, for one, have always maintained a certain level of pride, saying, "I'm just a high 

school student." Furthermore, your unwavering composure earns everyone's trus t. (Actually, 

it doesn't matter what happens to everyone else. Just you... is enough. Will the day ever 

come when these words of mine reach you... How sad!)  


    "I'm just a third -year high school student. But everyone says I'm the 'all -powerful 

president' and the 'perfect person' and all that. Everyone uses honorifics with me, and I don't 

even get a chance to chat with them normally."  


    "Third -years are the oldest, after all,"  


    she blurted out (slipping off her chair...). Shizuku simply shrugged.  


    "Even my classmates are like that. The boys call me 'Shizuku -sama,' like I'm a deity at some 

shrine. Even talking to them requires a whole host of gestures."  


    After all, there are so many students who adore Shizuku. The "Shizuku Sangou -sama 

Scolded Club" is the most famous, and there seems to be an underground movement that 

visits Shizuku's classroom several times a day to pay homage. Is this some kind of re ligion?  


    "But when I talk to Natsuru, I don't have that feeling at all."  


    "Well, I do act humble too."  


    "As for you, you don't admire me, do you?"  


    "That's nonsense."  


    "That's more than enough. I'm surrounded by people who don't even have a normal 

atmosphere."  


    I always find it hard to understand. If I were admired like this, I would definitely be 

complacent and act like a king.  


    "I see, I understand."  


    Masumi sighed. Another classmate also took out a notebook and scribbled something, 

probably preparing to write down the information to resell to Higashida.  


    "Does Shizuku think that the current relationship with Natsuru -san is ideal?"  


    "I want him to call me by my name."  


    I screamed in my mind. This is Shizuku all along. All I could say was "Shizuku," after all, she 

was the president anyway.  


    "Anything else you're dissatisfied with?"  


    "If I really have to say," Shizuku said after a moment's thought, "Your kissing skills are 

terrible."  


    Uwaaa! I was even more shocked than the three of them. Oh no, my face felt like it was 

burning.  


    "Ah~~! Natsuru's face is getting redder and redder!"  


    Another classmate stared at me with wide eyes.  


    "How is it red?!"  


    "If it's that bad, just practice a little bit."  


    "Oh, I see. So you went to practice with Kondou -kun."  


    Masumi just kept explaining it to herself, and she actually accepted it!  


    "Uwaaa~~, Natsuru isn't human!!"  


    "Humanoid trash."  


    Who are you calling trash?! What are you all saying?!  


    How am I supposed to resolve this misunderstanding now? It seemed like these three 

people had already started to compile their own delusional scripts in their heads. I was 

dating Kondou Mikoto, using her as a practice partner, and secretly keeping clos e to Shizuku. 

What kind of plot is this?! I wonder how disastrous the ratings will be.  


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    Even if I flatly deny all this now, it's probably useless. As a man, I guess all I can do is cry 

silently into my pillow while sleeping. Is this considered sexual harassment?  


    The food on the table is dwindling, but I haven't eaten anything yet. These women have 

such big appetites; I'm probably the only one with a slim figure.  


    Shizuku has finished, and the other three look very satisfied. And I, who didn't eat anything 

at all, don't feel hungry at all.  


    They talked about dessert. Why did you bring the cake from home, Masumi? Speaking of 

which, when did you go back?  


    "Natsuru -san, have some too."  


    "I'll have spring rolls."  


    At least I can't just go along with it; I have to resist a little.  


    "Hehe, you just want to eat Shizuku's homemade food." (What a tragedy!)  


    "Then I'll take the cake."  


    I take back what I said. There really isn't room for error.  


    Another classmate brought the cake out of the freezer. It was a strawberry cream cake.  


    "Does Natsuru like sweet things?"  


    "Yeah."  


    It's not like we're drinking, so it's fine. (Alcohol?! Hehe, I have a premonition...)  


    "What if it's the female Natsuru?"  


    "She'd probably like it too, right?"  


    After all, it's me. If I'm told to eat, I'll eat. Once I'm in female form, I'm always easily 

tempted by sweets, which is really giving me a headache.  


    "Come to think of it, doesn't the female Natsuru also like the male Natsuru?"  


    "There's a rumor about that,"  


    Masumi quickly flipped open the notebook to confirm. A closer look revealed a calculator. 

This must be the data source she was talking about.  


    "It's mainly around the men's club. In the women's club, the saying 'Natsuru -sama 

wouldn't be interested in an ordinary guy like that' is prevalent, and there's a strong 

tendency to ignore them."  


    "I see..."  


    This is the first time I've heard this. Of course, I understand. Compared to the immense 

popularity of my female counterpart in the women's club, I didn't expect my male 

counterpart to be so completely ignored. Is he disliked?  


    "But if one of the three beauties of Seitetsu has set her sights on the male counterpart of 

Natsuru -san, that's a tough test for Shizuku, isn't it?"  


    "I don't think so,"  


    Shizuku replied. That's obvious.  


    "I don't mind it."  


    "Is that what they call 'a little frivolity is okay'?"  


    "More or less."  


    "But the female counterpart of Natsuru is truly a beauty."  


    "Yeah, I can't even compare to her in that respect."  


    Ah! Why are you still smiling so softly?! Anyone would be so calm if they knew the whole 

story.  


    Another classmate bent their fingers and began counting.  


    "Then Natsuru is three -timing."  


    "I'm not happy at all!"  


    Shizuku, Kondou Mikoto, and the female version of me. What do you think I should be 

happy about?  


    "She's really pretty."  


    "Well, as for me... I'm not interested in her."  


    "Three -timing! You do whatever you want!!"  


    "Stop talking about three -timing! I'm a pure heart."  


    "You're still saying that after all this time. Are you trying to get us to praise your 

popularity?"  


    "I never thought about that!!"  


    "Since it's already like that, why are you having another one?"  


    What kind of bad personality do you have?! Should I say it's that kind of thing, the type 

who cheers for a typhoon to land. Speaking of which, there's a rumor that another classmate 

always opens the window to observe the sky when it thunders.  


    "Don't make me sound like an octopus, okay?"  


    "Are you not on good terms with our Akane?"  


    "...Is that so?"  


    "People often see her talking to you."  


    She seems so careless, yet so perceptive. It seems she's certainly not to be 

underestimated. I feigned calm.  


    "Ah, you're talking about the girl on the library committee. I was at the circulation desk 

talking to her about borrowing books."  


    "Someone else said they saw you two together on the way home from school."  


    Being seen would be really bad. Shouldn't I tell her to be more cautious in the future?  


    "Well, how should I put it... isn't she very simple?"  


    "No, she's quite cute with her glasses off."  


    Another classmate smiled shamelessly.  


    "You look so pretty when you take your glasses off, like when you're changing into your 

uniform. You're still cute even with them on." You're so knowledgeable. It seems my image of 

this classmate needs some revision.  


    "How's it, Akane?"  


    "Even if you ask me..." "  


    Not bad."     " I've already said that, and I haven't said  


    anything yet!"  


    Just as I was about to scream, Shizuku covered my mouth.  


    "But we went to the Bon Dance together." I was speechless at the sudden mention of this. 

The trio smirked.     "What a pervert!" "As expected!" "     Why not rebrand you as 'the 

natural enemy of women'?     "     Uwaa ...     "Shizuku, aren't you angry ?"     Masumi had just 

finished her cake. Can women talk while eating? It's amazing.     "About him and Akane?"     

"Of course. He's cheating!"     It was clearly you guys who were making that rumor up!     "I've 

said it many times before, I don't care."     Then, she continued nonchalantly.     "Because in 

the end, he'll definitely come back to me." She     was so relaxed, so unhurried. Not only 

Masumi and the others, but even I was a little impressed. She's truly remarkable. It's obvious 

why so many admir e her.     Shizuku glanced at the wall clock. I glanced over too. Ugh, it's 

already late at night.     "Let's clean up."     Following her words, Masumi and the others 

began to stack the plates.     "Natsuru is eating cake over there."     They've left me alone 

again. All I could do was say "yes," then obey and focus on eating my cake. (Sister Huan 

interrupts with canned peaches...)     Maybe thanks to so many people, the post -dinner 

cleanup was a breeze. And with the dishwasher, there was even less to do.     "Then we'll say 

goodbye,"     Masumi and the others prepared to leave. It seemed they were also planning to 

stay at another classmate's house.     "Then I..."     "Oh, isn't Natsuru staying the night?"     

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you're staying the night?"     "Yeah~ Yeah~"     "As expected,"     the three cheered. I could 

only hug my head, wanting to cry.     "Shizuku, you live alone ,     right?!" "Isn't Natsuru the 

same? Staying the nigh t wouldn't be inconvenient."     "That's not what I meant! Wouldn't it 

just be a couple, a man and a woman, all alone?!"     "That's exactly what I meant."     And 

why are you saying things like, "Tomorrow looks like it's going to be nice weather!"     I'v e 

stayed at Kaede Sakura's house before, but there were other women there. But tonight, 

besides Shizuku, there's no one else! You're not saying you don't understand what this 

means, are you?!     You know what she means, right? No matter how hard I think a bout it, it 

seems like she's doing this on purpose. If I let this go on, I'll be truly helpless.     "Hey, 

Masumi, please stay..." I pleaded, completely losing my composure.     "No way. It'll cause 

trouble for Shizuku."     "I don't want to disrupt your p eace, Natsuru."     "I won't accept it for 

a fortune."     What a bunch of cold -blooded people! Are you all classmates?! You may not 

know, but we're all in the same classroom. Even     if you knew, you'd probably leave me 

alone. They're just that kind of women.     I tried my best to keep them after this, but it was 

all in vain.     "Goodbye."     "Good luck!"     "Please describe your wonderful tonight in detail 

later."     The three people at the entrance waved their hands deliberately. If you're leaving, 

take me with you.     After they left, Shizuku locked the door.  

    Then, she quickly turned back to me.     "Okay, get ready for bed."     "Can I stay up 

tonight?"     "There won't be any football tonight."     The broadcasting station was truly 

disrespectful, completely useless at the crucial moment.     "The hot wat er for the bathtub 

has just been heated."     "It's okay if I don't go."     "Can you just hold it in?"     Actually, she 

just didn't want to resist taking a bath. She'd already said it wasn't a big deal if she didn't 

want to, but even just a shower would be a far cry from what she was feeling now.     "...Go 

ahead."     "Please. We've got the towels ready."     Had she seen through me?     "We've got 

the toothbrush ready, too. It's a disposable travel toothbrush, feel free to use it."     You really 

had ev erything prepared. Now it was hard for me to even refuse.     Shizuku led me to the 

bathroom. It was a truly spacious one. It must be several times the size of my own. The 

bathtub even had a water flow system. (I don't know if it's called a water flow syst em, but it's 

a bathtub auxiliary system that allows the water in the bathtub to circulate. It's advertised as 

having massage effects or something like that.)  


    "Press this and the bathtub light will turn on," Shizuku said, and the bathroom light shone 

into the tub, casting a shimmering blue glow. "It feels like a love hotel, doesn't it?"     "Have 

you ever been there?" I hadn't.  


    I was about to thank her, but Shizuku stopped me. Then I locked the dressing room.  


    After a moment's thought, I piled my clothes basket and other items against the door. 

After all, Shizuku had the key, and otherwise, she'd definitely be able to sneak in without me 

noticing.     After taking my wallet out and placing it on the sink, I undressed. I wasn't going 

to try and steal from the drain, was I?  


    Then I slowly immersed myself in the hot water. Phew, it felt really good. After all, at 

Shizuku's house, a bath itself was innocent.  


    I quickly washed my body and hair and left the bathroom. I simply used the hairdryer to 

give my hair a quick blast; it would dry naturally if I just let it sit for a while.  


    The stacked baskets and other things showed no signs of collapsing. Returning to the living 

room, I found Shizuku sipping orange juice.  


    "That was pretty quick."  


    "Not bad."  


    "To be on the safe side, I still feel I need to say I'm not here to peek. After all, I'm not Kaede 

Sakura."  


    "..." 


    "Also, I think the door seems tampered with."  


    How did you know that? Don't tell me you can't be student council president without 

telepathy.  


    Then, she pointed a finger towards the kitchen.  


    "If you want a drink, there's everything in the fridge."  


    "Then I'll be fine."  


    "Then I'll take a bath too."  


    Enjoy. It's your own home after all.  


    "Feel free to peek in if you want. I won't lock it."  


    "I'm not coming!"  


    "What a boring man!"  


    She said to me with such contempt again. Well, whatever. I don't want to see any other 

woman naked besides Kaede Sakura. I still have my own obsession. But porn magazines 

aren't part of the discussion.  


    Speaking of which, something suddenly occurred to me.  


    "Hey, we went in together when we went to the hot springs last time, didn't we?"  


    "Come to think of it, that's true."  


    Shizuku seemed to have only just realized it.  


    "So, as for me, Natsuru has already seen me naked, right?"  


    "But I was the female version back then."  


    It seemed like it was all thanks to Kondou Mikoto's "I wasn't too embarrassed to be seen 

naked by the female version of Natsuru." And maybe it had something to do with my 

transformation into a female version, but back then, I didn't have any particular  feelings 

about naked women, but the reason for that remains unclear. I ended up assuming it was 

Kämpfer's fault and didn't bother to delve into it further.  


    "In that case, wouldn't it be better if the male version of Natsuru saw me?"     "I don't want 

to." 


    "You still don't want to, even after I've said that?"  


    "You already said no."  


    Shizuku slumped her shoulders weakly.  


    "So, as a woman, I need more practice. I'm not qualified until Natsuru comes to peek at 

me."  


    Then she headed for the bathroom.  


    But from behind, she looked rather pessimistic.  


    After all, even Shizuku spent more time in the bath than I do. She used the hair dryer 

briefly, and it looked like she'd washed her hair, too. With such long, shiny hair, it must be 

quite a hassle to care for.  


    Shizuku, emerging from the bathroom, was enveloped in a tranquil atmosphere, feeling 

almost dripping with moisture.  


    "Come upstairs."  


    "Huh?"  


    "My bedroom is upstairs."  


    "Then I'll sleep here."  


    "On the floor?"  


    Surely, sleeping on such a hard floor would make me sore when I woke up tomorrow 

morning. I wasn't sleeping here just because I loved it, though.  


    "Don't be shy, come to my bedroom."  


    "Hey, President, think about it calmly,"     I couldn't help but say.  


    "A man and a woman living under the same roof, let alone in the same room, it's not a 

good idea no matter how you think about it. The president's admirers (i.e., fans) would be in 

tears if they knew."     "I have only one answer: I don't mind at all."     She instantly dismissed 

my opinion. Honestly, in front of this woman, my personal opinion is as worthless as a pebble 

on the roadside.  


    Then Shizuku led me up to the second floor. The skylight was open.  


    It was a very elegant room. Not many furnishings, and no TV. Perhaps they weren't used to 

watching TV in the bedroom. Clothes and other things were kept in the closet. There was no 

computer either. The only thing that stood out was the long, neatly sta cked rakugo books 

and CD cases.     Aren't all girls' rooms like this? I thought Kaede Sakura's bedroom was an 

exception, but I hadn't expected it to be this spartan. The walls were bare except for the air 

conditioner.  


    There was a large bed, with a few stuffed dolls by the pillow.  


    "Hey~...a pretty feminine room."  


    "What do you think of me?"  


    "Isn't the Entrails Animal doll here?"  


    "Yes."  


    I glanced over and saw the electric cat buried in a corner. And for some reason, it wasn't 

talking.  


    "...sleeping?"  


    "You've been talking less lately."  


    Shizuku snatched the electric cat from my hands and left the room, but she returned 

immediately. (In memory of Comrade Bobcat)  


    "I've moved it to another room."  


    Thank you so much. I don't want anyone else to see me being kicked out like this.  


    But is there only one bed? Of course, this isn't a hotel, so there's usually only one bed, but 

there are two.  


    "Hey, President..."  


    "Looks like we'll just have to sleep together."  


    Is that really the case?     Although I'd guessed this would happen from the start and had 

been prepared for it, it was still nerve -wracking to see it happen. Especially since I was about 

to be put in danger.     "Don't you have any other blankets?"     "I'm sorry, I hadn't considered 

the possibility of having guests."     It really couldn't be helped. But I was careless at the time, 

not realizing a serious situation: what would Shizuku's parents look like if they suddenly 

returned and saw us like this?  But that only occurred to me after I'd already returned home.     

I paced back and forth in front of the bed, hesitant. Uh, what should I do in a situation like 

this?     "I'll sleep on the floor. Lend me a towel."     "No."     "...Then how about I sleep  on the 

bed and the president curled up in the hallway?"     "In your own hallway?"     Even if you said 

that, I couldn't think of a better solution right away.     Sleeping on the floor with a cushion as 

your head is so lonely, no, it's really miserable. It's summer after all, and if the air conditioner 

is on, it's freezing. So, this is the last resort.     "...We're just sleeping together..."     "That's 

what I said from the beginning."     She really seemed...very happy.     It seemed I had no 

choice but to surrender. I slowly crawled into bed, fully clothed. The quilt exuded a charming 

fragrance...it was a n illusion!     I was going to say that sleeping with clothes off was easier 

and more comfortable, but that also involved the big question of chastity.     "Turn off the 

lights."     "Are you shy?"     "If you want to sleep, it's better to be darker, right ?"     Even 

though there were creatures that slept soundly during the day, an owl was enough.     I 

closed my eyes. A rustling sound filled the darkened room. The rustling of clothes. Uh, that 

was Shizuku taking off her clothes.     Indeed, at Kaede Sakura 's house, I told her I didn't want 

to sleep in too many clothes. So, what was she wearing then?     "I'll tell you, I'm only wearing 

a T-shirt and underwear."     You should sleep in your armor.     Another creaking sound. One 

side of the bed's quilt was l ifted, and Shizuku slid in beside me.     I was enveloped by a 

different kind of tension than at Kaede Sakura's house. What should I do? I'm going to be 

eaten whole!     I mobilized even my less -than -perfect brain cells, frantically pondering a 

solution. T wo twos equals four, two fours equals eight... What good would it do to count to 

ninety -nine eighty -one?! One four one four two one three five six (the square root of 2, the 

original text here is a mnemonic for the value)... What am I doing?!     I can't t ake it anymore. 

I'm being violated. Just having my first kiss taken away was filthy enough, and now my blood 

is about to be contaminated black. It seems I wasn't meant to be born male!     Hmm? Male?     

Suddenly, my brain clicked. This sudden whim might j ust save me.     I channeled power into 

my right wrist. A white light flashed under the quilt, and I became female.     So what? 

There's no way out, right? I'm no longer male, I'm already female. Shizuku, even if you're a 

sex maniac, you're not interested in women, are you? Huh, I'm such a genius.     But then, I 

was deeply struck by my naiveté.     The covers were suddenly flung aside, and Shizuku was 

straddling me.     "Even if you become a woman, it doesn't matter to me."     In the darkness, 

Shizuku's s traight face was raised proudly.     "Do you think you can get away with this little 

trick?"     "Uh, no... President, calm down. We're both women now!"     "I told you it's okay."     

Her lips moved closer. I'm clearly a woman, so how could I be in such a  strange and perverse 

situation? Those moist, thin lips looked so alluring!     But the moment they almost touched, 

they stopped.     Shizuku suddenly grasped my face with both hands.     "Natsuru, I have 

something I want to ask you."     I nearly fainted from shock. Her tone was so serious, and 

even then, there seemed to be a hint of anger. What exactly happened just now?     "What 

did you say you did in Gunma with Kondou Mikoto?"     "What did you say...we went to eat 

curry?"     "Is that all?"     Sorry,  it's not over yet.     I only said this much because I didn't want 

you to get angry. But now Shizuku's eyes are burning, how should I put it, like a forest fire 

blazing. The women around me always say things like this.     "We kissed. That photo doesn't 

look like a photomontage at all."     "...Yes."     "I want to hear it from you."     "We kissed..."     

I've completely given up, so I might as well just tell it all.     "We kissed."     It feels so scary. 

Unlike when she's angry, she maintains her usual calm expression. But how should I put it? 

Quietly angry might be a better way to put it.     "How was your kiss with Kondou Mikoto?"     

"You asked..."     It smelled like curry.     "Is it better than mine? Is it more clumsy? Did you 

stick your tongue in? Were you very active?"     Don't ask so m any questions in rapid 

succession. It really surprised me. Also, don't talk about tongues and such!     Shizuku is 

serious, in fact, it should be said that she is serious. Why is she so argumentative about such 

a thing?     "Skillful or clumsy... I don't h ave much experience, how can I know?"     Not to 

mention that the first kiss was given to you. And it was even a second kiss!     "Even if you are 

inexperienced, you still know something."     "Really not at all. Kondou Mikoto also said that 

this was her f irst kiss."  


    Then, a shadow fell on Shizuku's face. Oh no, did I step on a landmine again?  


    It seems not. She spoke in a tone that seemed quite unwilling.  


    "Kondou Mikoto gave her first kiss to Natsuru."  


    Your words seem too obscene, don't they?  


    "Did you do anything with Akane too?"  


    "Nothing! I said I just went to the Bon dance party, really!"  


    Shizuku seemed to still have doubts about my words, and just stared at me intently. To be 

honest, it's better to say that she was staring at me than staring at me.  


    So, being stared at like this, I was like a frog being stared at by a snake. I couldn't even look 

away.  


    "Uh... President."  


    "President? Just call me Shizuku."  


    "What's the big deal? Don't take it too seriously."  


    "I do!"  


    "...Shizuku."  


    "What?"  


    "Why are you so angry?"  


    "Angry? Do I look angry?"  


    I felt like I was angry no matter how I looked at her, and it felt like she was radiating a 

fighting spirit.  


    "It's different from being angry,"     she said bluntly, perhaps to prevent me from 

misunderstanding.  


    "I'm jealous."  


    "...Jealous?"  


    "That's right!"  


    Shizuku suddenly pounced on me and hugged me completely.  


    She was originally just covering me, but now she's covering me even more. To be more 

specific, our lips were pressed against each other.  


    "Mmm~?!"  


    That was my voice.  


    I screamed muffledly and struggled as hard as I could. But Shizuku held me down firmly, 

refusing to let go.  


    When she finally did, my face was flushed from the lack of air.  


    "What are you doing?!"  


    "Kissing."  


    "You're all women?!"  


    "I told you not to take it too seriously."  


    I was actually quite concerned. After all, I was acting like a woman. I wouldn't say I had a 

female mind, but it would be quite unusual to others. Now that I think about it, it's just the 

two of us.  


    This is beyond perverse, it's already reached the level of perversion!  


    "But just kissing isn't going to drive Kondou Mikoto away."  


    "What are you talking about..."  


    "As for me, I'm very possessive. And I hate losing to others."  


    Suddenly, her fingers landed on my clothes.  


    It was about to be torn, but just as I was thinking it, it didn't happen. Instead, the opening 

in my clothes undid almost instantly. What did she do? Are you a magician?  


    "What are you going to do...!"  


    "I'm going to take off your pants, too. Be prepared!"  


<nowiki>    Ugh~~~, someone help me~~~!!  </nowiki>


    This guy's hand movements showed no sign of stopping. What are you going to do? Don't 

you have any sense of shame? Did you forget it somewhere?  


    Suddenly, the hand that was about to take off my clothes stopped.  


    In the dim room, Shizuku's scowl appeared.  


    "...boring."  


    "Eh..."  


    "Change back to a man."  


    Ohhhh~~, my strategy was successful.  


    In other words, since I'm now in a female body, it's not appropriate for Shizuku to do those 

things. The reason is that the things we should have are missing, and the things we shouldn't 

have are present. Therefore, even if we were entangled in female bodies, it would be 

meaningless for Kondou Mikoto to get rid of it. (This part is really evil...)  


    Hahaha, you've learned something, President? I'm the so -called reclusive strategist who 

hides in the city.  


    But this woman ignored me as a strategist and threatened me.  


    "What do you expect me to do, women and women?!"  


    "That's what I want to say, right?"     "Just change back to being a man, Natsuru."  


    Hey, what do you think is wrong?  


    "This is my first time. And giving my first time to a girl isn't something I can be proud of; it's 

actually traumatic. Turn back into a man."  


    Shizuku sometimes teases me, but now she's serious. She's practically serious, I guess.  


    She stood up briefly. Now it finally dawned on me that she was only wearing a T -shirt and 

panties. (Uh, the translation has gotten a bit heated since just now, so please understand... 

just get the point, don't go overboard. Harmony, harmony.)  


    "Or do you prefer being forced?"  


    How should I answer?  


    "You can be on top, too. We did that before."  


    Eh~~, you want me on top, Shizuku? Well, this is really making me hesitate.  


    Suddenly, another brilliant idea struck me. Isn't it said to survive in the cracks of danger?  


    Shizuku still straddled me, even starting to take off her T -shirt.  


    "Wait, I get it,"     I quickly stopped her. She was already wearing nothing underneath. Isn't 

this too hasty?  


    "Let me be on top."  


    "Ah."  


    "As expected... if I change back into a man, it would be a bit unreasonable not to do this."  


    Shizuku smiled sweetly.  


    "You really are a boy. Okay."  


    I crawled out from under her crotch and fell off the bed to the floor.  


    Shizuku lay down on the bed. After I stood up, I rubbed my shoulder that had just hit the 

floor.  


    "I'll go over there and change back into a man."  


    "It's all right here."  


    "That's also about mentally preparing."  


    Before I could get a word in, I hurried down the hallway. After gently closing the door, I 

took a deep breath and channeled my energy into my wristband. With a flash of white light, I 

transformed back into my male form.  


    And before the flash faded, I bolted.     I quickly ran down the stairs, opened the entrance 

window, grabbed my shoes, and leaped out. In other words, I was plotting my escape from 

Shizuku's clutches. (You're escaping prison?)  


    Thirty -Six Stratagems... what's next?! I didn't care. Escape was the priority right now! 

Wouldn't it have been better to just do it from the beginning? It's so late to think of this.  


    I glanced back as I ran. The lights in Shizuku's house were already on. She must be furious, 

but I didn't care.  


    This was probably the second most desperate run I've ever run in my entire life. The first 

desperate run might come back someday, but for now, I'll leave it at that. I was running like 

crazy, shoes in hand, until I was halfway past the subway station b efore stopping. As 

expected, I was out of breath after running so far. I took several deep breaths before putting 

my shoes on. The working class people returning home from work stared at me in surprise. 

Why have I ended up in such a miserable state? I'm su re you'll understand if I explain it to 

you in detail.     At least I've escaped the biggest crisis of my life. It's unlikely anything worse 

will ever happen. Anything worse would be something like a massive alien invasion of Earth.     

My throat is so dry . There's a vending machine right in front of me. Just as I'm about to buy a 

can of Yung Soda, I reach into my pocket and realize something is seriously wrong.     

"...Where's my wallet?!"     I was completely stunned! I left it at Shizuku's house and forg ot to 

take it with me! I had indeed left it on the sink when I went in for a bath, and then I forgot to 

take it!     Should I go back and get it? Or maybe not. I had just barely escaped a dangerous 

situation, and I didn't want to walk back into it again. T his was far more dangerous than the 

word "dangerous" could describe. But all my belongings were in that wallet. For someone 

like me who had never saved money, everything I had was just in that wallet.     As a man, I 

couldn't go back to that woman's house anymore. But...     Aa...  









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