Kämpfer:Volume 9.5 Chapter 3

Volume 9.5 Chapter 3  

    Being at home, I really do love my own home the most. And I have my own room, and just

being here makes me feel at peace. I might become a total otaku in the future, but I'll just let

it go.  

    My date with Akane ended without incident. After lunch, we played for a while, and then

after dinner, it was over. We had a lot of fun, and nothing strange happened. I  

    said goodbye to Akane at the station. While it might have been better to just walk her

home, I decided not to.  

    Most importantly, Akane acted completely relaxed the entire time. I was still worried

Shizuku might attack from somewhere, but she seemed  

    completely relaxed. From now on, it's completely my own time. Should I finish the game I

was playing, or watch the recorded game? It's up to me.  

    Suddenly, there were knocks on the door.  

    "Hey —Natsuru —open the door —"

    The moment I heard the knock on the door, I was already sprinting downstairs.  

    Of course, I knew who was responsible. If it were a salesperson, I could have ignored it, but

not this one. Even more terrifying was the fact that she'd barged in without permission,

regardless of whether the door was locked or not.  

    I trotted down the hallway and opened the door as quickly as I could.  

    "Kondou Mikoto, come in!" the  

    person unlocking the door shouted, suddenly leaping to their feet.  

    "Take that, Curry Flying Punch!"  

    As he spoke, his left leg launched at me. Fortunately, I quickly dove.  

    That wasn't a flying punch, it was a kick. He smacked his lips and looked over nonchalantly.  

    "Take my punch, Natsuru. You don't even know how to read my expression."  

    "So what? Speaking of which, don't kick me out of the blue."  

    "It's just a greeting,"  

    said my childhood friend, Kondou Mikoto.  

    This girl still had her usual short hair and easy -to-move -in outfit. The reason seemed to be

"so she could go treasure hunting at any time." She'd been flying around the world since she

was little, and it seemed like that mentality had developed in her . She was a female Indiana

Jones.  

    She'd been incredibly lively since she was little, and that's been further honed. Although

she'd grown into a strikingly beautiful woman when we met again, since we were childhood

friends, there wasn't much of a "so what" feeling.  

    "You're really loud."  

    "Call that energetic. For a showdown with cheerful Latin people, that's just the right

amount."  

    "Why did you bring that up?"  

    It occurred to me that this girl had experienced something like that. It seemed to be

something to do with those armed cacao farmers in the mountains of Ecuador. Why would

you give weapons to those Indians and tell them to fight? Are you trying to star t a

revolution?  

    With that, Mikoto swaggered into my house as if it were her own. Where was my privacy

going?  

    "Have you eaten yet?"  

    "Yes."  

    "What —ah, I finally came to make you curry?"  

    "Curry again?  

    I really can't eat any more." "Just eat it well. Forget three meals a day, ten would be fine,

wouldn't that be nice?"  

    "You really have to eat like that?!" Do  

    you think I'm a glutton? My stomach will burst if I eat like that.  

    Mikoto often comes to make me dinner like this. I don't ask her for anything; it's more like

an obligation. While it's good, the menu is all curry, and the occasional Japanese meal is just

ramen. My diet seems so monotonous, no doubt thanks to this guy .

    Mikoto is carrying a shopping bag. It looks like it contains ingredients, probably frozen

curry. Ah, there's plenty in the fridge already.  

    Mikoto walks to the kitchen and actually opens the fridge.  

    "Oh—so much!"  

    "Who do you think brought all this?"  

    "I put it in first."  

    Thanks to this guy, the fridge is almost full. Eating frozen curry all day is not something to

be happy about.  

    "Want some coffee?"  

    "No, and I don't have any."  

    "I bought some."  

    He pulled out a can of instant coffee —it was just that kind of thing.  

    "Can you lend me a cup? Natsuru drinks black tea, right?"  

    "Ah!"  

    How come he knows exactly what I like? He even knows the placement of the cup and tea

bag. He really can't be careless.  

    The water is already boiling. Mikoto poured it into the kettle.  

    "Here, here you go."  

    "Thank you,"  

    he said anyway. Even if it's just a little, it's better to show your kindness.  

    We sat across from each other.  

    Mikoto tilted the coffee cup roughly on the table. Usually, I drink straight from the bottle,

but today I'm not used to it.  

    "What's going on?"  

    "Is it okay so I can't come?"  

    "That's usually the way it is  

    ." "We're childhood friends, don't be so serious."  

    No, it's you who's the weird one. If someone finds such a statement inappropriate, they'll

doubt common sense once they step out into society.  

    But this guy didn't give it a second thought. He really lives by the law of the jungle, isn't

he?

    "There is a little bit of something."  

    "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"  

    "Hmm —you haven't done anything criminal, have you?"  

    "What are you thinking? That's totally inappropriate."  

    What a divergent thinking, what a leap of faith.  

    "I got a call from the president."  

    "When?"  

    "In the evening. And what surprised me even more was that he suddenly asked me 'Don't

you know anything?'"  

    Really, it's like a spy code.  

    "I was so surprised that I asked back, but he just said he would ask Natsuru and hung up.

So I came here."  

    "Eh—— "

    "Why is that? Come on, tell me the truth."  

    Mikoto put down the cup.  

    "What is it?  

    " "Since the president said so, Natsuru must have done something."  

    "Why me? Maybe the president is committing a crime."  

    "The president is unusually anxious. At first I thought it was the same tone as usual, but it's

a little different. Even I can tell. It's like the feeling of a sandstorm in the Gobi Desert."  

    What kind of metaphor is this? Have you been to such a place?  

    And this guy's intuition is really terrifying. If Shizuku analyzed and proved her inference

from a theoretical point of view, Mikoto completely relied on her sixth sense to decide her

actions.  

    "The only thing that could shake the president is the Natsuru incident. Tell me, what did

you do?"  

    "Nothing." "Lies."  

    "Don't accuse me without reason!"  

    "Getting angry is useless. You're so slow, maybe you accidentally did something that

shocked the president. Tell me the truth!"  

    Mikoto raised her hand, aiming it at my throat. Hey, are you looking for death?  

    "No. You don't look like you're joking."  

    "Tell me everything you did today, everywhere!"  

    For the sake of my life, I recounted every detail of my activities with Akane. It was like

reading a script, but that should be enough for Mikoto.  

    It turned out I was too naive.  

    "You went on a date, didn't you?!"  

    Her hand was clearly gathering strength, making a crackling sound. Ugh, no.  

    "It hurts, it hurts..."  

    "Not only did you go on a date with Akane, but you even did something like that?!"  

    "Didn't you drag me to Gunma too?"  

    "It's more than that!!"  

    This woman, always in a state of excitement, had reached her limit tonight. No alcohol or

anything, right?  

    I was dragged off the chair and rolled around on the ground with Mikoto.  

    "Let go, let go, let go!"  

    "Traitor! Kiss me!"  

    What a ridiculous excuse! I couldn't accept it.  

    So, if I keep going like this, my life would be in danger. I could escape by transforming into

Kempfer, but if this guy also transforms into Kempfer, my home would be reduced to rubble.  

    "Forget it, I heard what you said."  

    "Really —?!"

    "Of course it's true!"  

    Mikoto's hand finally left, and I could finally breathe.  

    The remaining tea looked like it had been spilled.  

    "Think before you act."  

    "I'm serious."  

    "Is this a murder notice? Let's call the police."  

    "If the Japanese police are scarier than the Bolivian border guard, then so be it ."  

    Police, they still use that technical jargon.  

    Anyway, it's best to calm down and sit down again. This time, pull the chair out of Mikoto's

reach.  

    "But why are you so angry, Mikoto?"  

    "It's not your fault."  

    "I don't understand."  

    "...Well, it was my fault for suddenly choking you."  

    That's commendable, but of course I didn't mean it that way.  

    "I told you everything this time, but you still got strangled ."  

    There are women who can't do anything to her.  

    Mikoto has picked up her empty coffee cup countless times. Has she reached this level of

impatience?  

    "...What? Is it that Akane -chan is suddenly in the right position?" "What  

    are you saying?"  

    "But that  

    's not the way it should be." What's with all this self -confidence? Is she going to find

change if she makes a claim?  

    Mikoto crossed her legs, her gaze strangely distant. Of course, it wasn't because of the flies

perched on the ceiling; it was probably because she had something else to think about.  

    It went on like that for a while. Whatever, this guy wants to stay at my house forever? Isn't

that just like a hard sell?  

    "...Hey, Natsuru.  

    " "What?"  

    "Didn't Higashida -kun ask us two to investigate the actions of the president and the female

Natsuru?"  

    "Just ignore that."  

    "You can't do that. No matter what, we must abide by our promises. That's a crucial rule

for deepening ties with nomadic peoples."  

    This guy's words were certainly persuasive. He'd said before, "I hate mutton, but I still eat a

lot of it.  

    " "What's the point of that?"  

    "Of course. Maybe Higashida is forgetful, but he always remembers things when it comes

to women. Since we've already taken this up, let's go ask him."  

    "Well, then..."  

    Mikoto stared at the ceiling for a moment.  

    "Let's go see the president."  

    "Huh?"  

    I asked back without hesitation.  

    "How do you do that?"  

    "I already have a plan  

    ." Where did you get this strategist? Do you want to tie a torch to a bull's horns and send it

to Shizuku's house?  

    "You think I can't have a heart -to-heart talk with the president?"  

    "Really?  

    As you wish." I want to minimize conversations with Shizuku. If nothing happens here,

something will surely happen there. Otherwise, the balance won't be maintained.  

    But Mikoto said as if it was a matter of course.  

    "You're going too?"  

    "What?!"  

    "We both received the commission from Higashida -kun, right? So, it's only natural."  

    "You're not being asked to see the president!"  

    "Don't make such unreasonable demands."  

    "How can I be so unreasonable? I'm just trying to protect myself."  

    "Anyway, I'm going to see the president."  

    It was a clear, useless refusal.  

    But, hasn't this guy always considered Shizuku a competitor? What's the point of this?

Shizuku will probably use  

    something like the witch trial against me, but this is my only option right now,  

    so I asked.  

    "Why are we going to see the president?"  

    "...We have all sorts of topics to discuss."  

    "What kind of topics?"  

    "You...about Akane."  

    "Hey, wait, aren't we going to investigate the president's relationship with me?"  

    "We can talk about that later."  

    "So, isn't that why we're going to see the president..."  

    Mikoto glared at me.  

    "Just shut up right there."  

    Another tone of voice that could not be denied. Although I am still a high school student

after all, it seems that I still play the role of obeying others.  

    And today, the person I obey has increased. Really, what will happen?  

    The sun has been scorching these days. Although it is a normal school life, this is the first

time that Mikoto has put restrictions on me.  

    "Stay until lunch break"  

    I was told by my childhood sweetheart a few days ago.  

    "I'm going to the student council president's office, you come too. Also, stay in the boys'

department today and be absent from the girls' department."  

    "What's the reason for that?"  

    "I don't want to be discovered by Akane -chan."  

    It really is like a spy infiltrating the enemy camp. If we are in the cold war now, this guy

must be very active, right?  

    Even if I am in the boys' department, I can clearly feel Mikoto watching me from a

distance, but if the guys around me see this, they will definitely think that I am slacking off. I  

    am in the boys' second grade class four, and I don't talk much to Higashida. Then Higashida

walked towards me.  

    "So, Natsuru, what's the relationship between the president and Natsuru?"  

    Higashida asked, asking a topic that was never the same.  

    "I don't know yet,"  

    I replied.  

    "You should investigate soon. The Bishoujo Research Club is about to publish a directory of

beautiful girls on campus."  

    "Don't they publish that all the time?" "This  

    is the complete version. It includes not only personal information but also interpersonal

relationships. We're working with the News Department, so there can't be any flaws." They  

    're really working hard, and their aura is ferocious. And you're even messing around with

the News Department. Do you still want to graduate?  

    Well, since this is happening, I have to stay put until noon. Like a crab trapped in a rock,

can I escape the disaster? Will I be swept away by the waves?  

    Then, for lunch break, I hurried to the library. I  

    hadn't eaten lunch yet, but I really wanted to, but I was afraid I wouldn't have time. I had

to hurry because I was going to Shizuku's place.  

    I walked up to the library, to the student council president's office. The door was open.

Shizuku might not be here. I don't know why I had such naive thoughts. I've been running as

fast as I can, so why is this guy still here before me?  

    Sure enough, Shizuku is here, sitting in her usual seat.  

    The student council floor has recently become Shizuku's personal room. A fancy way of

saying it, but it helps her focus better, and it's all well -intentioned.  

    Shizuku started by saying, "Let's cut to the chase and get down to business." She seems

quiet lately. Maybe she knows what we're going to say, but it's true that the Kempffa issue

shouldn't be brought up in front of ordinary people. Mikoto  

    is here too, and this guy is also here so early.  

    "Natsuru, you're late." "  

    I'm not late."  

    "Compared to me, you're completely late."  

    "I give up on competing with you."  

    In short, Mikoto takes action immediately and takes it very seriously. Back in kindergarten,

she suddenly said, "I'm going to travel around Japan," and then dragged me out that day.

What if we got caught at the station? The adults were shocked by the i dea, saying, "That's

impossible for a child that young." But maybe Mikoto can really do it.  

    There were only three of us in the student council president's office. Mikoto and I sat side

by side across from Shizuku.  

    It was Mikoto who spoke first.  

    "President, about the recent phone call?"  

    "And then?"  

    Shizuku stopped her in her usual way, calm and collected. As expected, she was still the

calm student council president. Ugh, why does it feel like I've been blinking more often?  

    "Didn't I go to Natsuru's place?"  

    "Yeah,"  

    I answered immediately, without a wavering or hesitation.  

    "Is it that bad?"  

    "Not really, I heard about it from Natsuru, too."  

    "Then it's okay?"  

    "So!"  

    Mikoto pounded her hands on the table in front of Shizuku.  

    "I've thought about it. The toughest opponent right now is Akane -chan. We have to catch

up no matter what."  

    "Should we get high school girls into the racecourse? What will happen?"  

    "Stop talking, think about it."  

    Mikoto glanced at Shizuku, almost staring at her.  

    "President, team up with me." I had no idea  

    what this guy was talking  

    about, but he suddenly said something about teaming up. Who is the enemy, anyway?

Beneath the veil?  

    Shizuku didn't answer, not as surprised as I was.  

    "Answer later, or what's the benefit?"  

    "President, you should understand."  

    "It's not meaningless to call Natsuru -kun over, right?"  

    "If Natsuru were here, he would get the benefits immediately."  

    What is this? Am I the prize of the competition?  

    Shizuku closed her eyes again, and I really wanted to see her mouth move a little  

    "Um, President... are you taking a nap?"  

    "Ah, why?" "  

    Looks like I'm yawning."  

    "No,"  

    Shizuku answered, looking at the watch,  

    "... let's change the place?"  

    "Huh?"  

    "Let's find a place where we can settle down and have a good conversation, maybe it will

become a long one." "

    Okay," Mikoto said,  

    "Please come over Natsuru -kun too."  

    "I..."  

    "You haven't eaten yet, I'll treat you."  

    "Natsuru, you haven't had lunch yet?"  

    I nodded at Mikoto,  

    "Because you said you would come early."  

    "Then let's go eat."  

    "Impossible, there's less than 5 minutes left."  

    "2 minutes is enough for me."  

    What kind of eating is that, drinking food as a drink?  

    "The place... is on the roof here. We can't go to the cafeteria with Natsuru -kun."  

    "Wouldn't it be better if we transformed?"  

    "Now you have to maintain your manly posture."  

    She stood up from her seat, and Mikoto and I followed Shizuku to the roof of the library  

    . The iron door was open, and the wind from outside blew in. No matter how the seasons

change, the sun will never change its brilliance.  

    I've been here quite often lately, contacting Sakura Kaede, coming here with Akane, and

staying here with Shizuku several times. I really don't want to think about it.  

    There's no one here except us. Maybe Shizuku thought of it and told others not to come.  

    Sitting down at the edge, forming a circle,  

    Shizuku held a small bag in her hand.  

    "Here, please .  

    " "What is it ?  

    " "A bento."  

    After opening it, it was indeed a bento. Could it be that Shizuku made it herself?  

    "...This, is for the president?"  

    "Oh, yes."  

    "Then I can't eat it."  

    "Let's share it."  

    Ugh...  

    What kind of youth picture is this? A man and a woman share a bento. Is this the Showa

era? Playing guitar and singing in the south?  

    But Shizuku said this as if it was a matter of course, and my eyes widened.  

    In turn, Mikoto felt as if she'd been suspended, leaping from the corner.  

    "President! What are you doing?!"  

    "Not casually, after all, you can't just leave a boy with an empty stomach like that, right?"  

    "It's Natsuru's fault for not eating!"  

    "It was Kondou -kun who called him out,"  

    Mikoto muttered.  

    "Did I know he'd skip lunch when I contacted Natsuru?"  

    "I'm not a psychic."  

    "I can still do what the president says."  

    "Then I'll make two lunch boxes."  

    What are you talking about? Mikoto and I both had the same thought  

    . Talking to this woman felt like being manipulated. It wasn't just me; even the latest patch

for the latest underground publication, "Seitetsu Academy Internal History Vol. 5,"

mentioned this. According to this record, Shizuku was constantly pushing f orward problem -

solving strategies to deal with emergencies, as if she were being manipulated. Although,

besides the conclusion that if I continued to worry, there would be no time to talk, she

wasn't even allowed to sigh. There  

    were two pairs of chopsticks; wasn't that obvious?  

    Despite the feeling of distrust, I ate my lunch box. The bento contained small sausages and

an egg.  

    I ate non -stop. Shizuku's cooking was quite delicious, and I could eat as much as I wanted,

despite her rather unpleasant personality.  

    Shizuku ate gracefully and slowly, finishing her one -person bento in no time.  

    While being seen by the "Shizuku Sangou -sama Insulted Club" would be a disaster,

fortunately, I didn't have to worry about that just yet.  

    Mikoto kept observing my face .  

    "Ah—Natsuru was seduced."  

    "You were the one who said you wanted to come over, weren't you?"  

    "The president is taking advantage of someone's misfortune. I was thinking about that

when I called."  

    Shizuku didn't answer directly, but I thought I caught a faint smile.  

    "So, what does Kondou -kun have to say?"  

    "...President, don't get so close to Natsuru."  

    "You're not talking about that. You're talking about teaming up with me or something?"  

    "But you and Natsuru..."  

    "You left naturally after dinner."  

    As expected, Mikoto was helpless in front of this guy. It was a miracle that Akane had stood

firm before her before.  

    Shizuku pressed against my body. We were eating from the same bento, but we could have

just sat facing each other and eaten. Why was she doing this  

    ? "Well, let me tell you, Kondou -     san ."  

    "Wu..."  

    Mikoto thought for a moment and repeated what she had just said,  

    "So you're joining forces with me."  

    "Reason?" "To fight against Akane -chan."     "So what if I join forces with Kondou -san?

Mishima -san is the type that Natsuru -kun likes."     Although that's what you said, how did

you know this?     "Because Akane -chan ran away, I considered the presid ent to be a

competitor, but the situation has changed."     "I regard Kondou -san as a serious competitor."  

    Shizuku said, "This guy's so calm even though he hasn't finished his meal.  

    " "Why?"  

    "You're the only one with the childhood sweetheart trait."  

    "I'm not as good as the president."  

    "That kind of thing doesn't matter."  

    She had some philosophical lines, saying all sorts of things. While she didn't say anything

old or stinky, it didn't sound like the words of a high school student at all.  

    "But Natsuru doesn't think of me at all."  

    "That's not the case. I always thought of you as my childhood sweetheart."  

    We've been together since kindergarten, after all.  

    But Mikoto sighed deeply.  

    "President, did you hear that? What did you say just now?"  

    "I heard it. I feel a little sorry for Kondou -san."  

    "Thank you..."  

    I felt like I was being treated like an idiot. What's going on? And why did they call me out

anyway?  

    "Putting aside Natsuru's slowness... wouldn't it be better for the two of us to team up to

fight Akane -chan?"  

    "Kondou -san and Mishima -san, it seems like they used to work together against me."  

    "The situation has changed, and alliances and relationships have changed too."  

    Is that an ancient Chinese saying? It's true that the strategist was once a powerful figure. Is

Mikoto his descendant?  

    Shizuku and I finished our meal at about the same time, but this woman didn't leave my

side. Mikoto hurriedly asked,  

    "What's the president's response?"  

    "Sure,"  

    Shizuku nodded.  

    "If you say so, Kondou -kun, I have nothing to say."  

    What's this? A planned confession? They've really become allies?  

    "Comrades, let's work together."  

    "It feels wrong that the president is powerless."  

    "Because I know that high school students can only do so much."  

    Although she said so, Shizuku is not that type. Even though she hasn't explained it so far,

just one glance at her gives the impression that she has omnipotent power. If only this power

could bring world peace, the Middle East War wouldn't have happene d.

    "Well, it feels much more reliable if the president is an ally,"  

    Mikoto continued  

    . "Also, Higashida -kun asked Natsuru and I to investigate the relationship between the

president and the female Natsuru."  

    "I know."  

    You know? Aren't we the only ones talking about this? Could it be that a spy has infiltrated

the men's club and is passing this information to this woman?  

    "So, if we're teaming up, we can probably manipulate some small intelligence." "  

    How are you going to do that?"     "  

    It's not the rumor about the president and the female Natsuru, but the rumor about the

male Natsuru." "What's that?"     I was the one who was saying this. Even if it was Shizuku

and the female, it was already very bad.     Mikoto didn't answer my ques tion, but said to

Shizuku,     "The president and Natsuru, um... if they say they have a good relationship, and if

Higashida -kun contacts Masumi Nishino from the news department, this rumor will probably

spread quickly."     "That's right,"     Shizuku adm itted to Higashida and Masumi Nishino's

personalities. I know that too, they make a living by doing this.     "Thank you, but if you do

this, wouldn't the situation be better for me?"     Shizuku said,     "Kondou -kun has no benefit

at all, it's completely  free of charge, it's really hard to believe."     "I also have some

dedication occasionally."     "What's the matter, are you hiring current residents of Roha to

excavate Middle Eastern ruins?"     Mikoto was speechless for a moment. It was not very

inter esting to have your thoughts seen through. Shizuku was very good at this.     "...Then I

said, it means I approve of my date with Natsuru."     "Is that all?"     "No, it means admitting

in front of Higashida -kun that Natsuru and I are dating."     "What!? "     This is of course my

voice. What is this? Why did I say that Mikoto and I were dating, and I said it to Higashida.     

"Then what about my relationship with Natsuru -kun?"     "I've already said that... that is,

Natsuru and the two of them... although  they are a bit annoying, I'm the same as the

president, although I feel a little sorry for Akane -chan, if the rumor spreads, it will be more

advantageous for us."     "Ah, so you want a similar situation to me."     "Yes,"     said Mikoto,

and it was almo st the same as Shizuku. She was really arrogant. Even this girl who has been

traveling around the world since she was a child can't compare to this super high school girl.

There is no such person in Japan, right?     Higashida would be surprised to start f rom the

same starting line with this woman.     "I feel like I'm suddenly at a disadvantage."     "I was

the one who contacted Higashida -kun. I can also only expose my relationship with Natsuru

and not talk about the president."     "Is this a threat?"     Shizuku thought for a while,     

"...Okay,"     and brushed her long black hair, as if to promise.     M ikoto seemed to have

completed her mission.     “Then, it’s okay for me to date Natsuru, right? Since we’re allies.”     

“No way.”     “Why not!?”     “I’m very possessive.”     “That’s unreasonable!”     “Since

Natsuru -kun and I are dating, there’s no nee d to date Kondou -san.”     “But, there will also be

rumors that I’m dating Natsuru…”     “That’s another matter,”     she said calmly.     “Natsuru -

kun is mine.”     “It’s mine… mine.”     “Oh, so Kondou -san thinks the same way. Isn’t he

possessive too?”  

    "Of course I had to! If that's all we said, what was the point of this discussion?!"  

    "Wouldn't that benefit Mishima -san?"  

    Mikoto was speechless. She'd brought up the topic herself, but now she had no answer.  

    Shizuku's words weren't persuasive, and even without thinking, her calm tone felt

oppressive. Had she considered everything?  

    Mikoto suddenly looked at me.  

    "Then, let Natsuru decide. That's why I contacted you." "That  

    's over. I'm not a bystander now. Better run! It feels like a gas explosion is about to happen.

"

    "That won't work either,"     Shizuku said again. "  

    That would definitely benefit Kondou -san. You're my childhood sweetheart."     "The

president's a beauty. Maybe she'll choose you."     "Then I wouldn't have to work so hard." "Is

it working hard for you?" "     You've been raping me, haven't you? It's  a crime I'm proud of."     

Shizuku also turned towards me. Oh, I had a bad feeling.     "Free competition is good."     

"Wouldn't that give the president an advantage?"     "I'm not a childhood friend, so I don't

have any advantage."     "Well... that's fine then."     I was completely respected. Is it the

trend these days for men to be ignored and women to decide things?     "Kondou -kun, since

it's a free competition, you can't hold a grudge no matter what the out come is."     "I won't

hold a grudge." "Then, how     about this, let's team up here?"     "What's the matter?"     

"Just team up here. Natsuru -kun is here anyway, so this is better. We can just compete freely

from now on."     "Okay, okay... but what for? " "Here.     "     The next moment, my body spun

half a circle in the air.     It wasn't a very large object, but I turned upwards anyway. But I

immediately realized that Shizuku was also lying on top of it.     The student council president

was on top of me. Am I a horse? With a bad premonition, Mikoto frantically shouted,     

"President, what are you doing?"     "Won't you see? It's something like this?"     "I... right in

front of me... and this isn't school!"     I lay face -down, speechless. Mikoto was thinking the

same thing. Was it okay to do something like this with a president you trust? Being seen

wouldn't be fun; not only would you be expelled from the guild, but you'd also be expelled.     

"Yeah, what are you doing, Natsuru!"     "Don't you unders tand if I don't tell you?"     "Even...

though I understand, this is... too, too obscene..." "     Kondou -kun, come too."     "Me, me

too!"     "Hey, because if it were Natsuru -kun, you'd get away with this right away. There's

always a way out if it's just  the two of us, right?"     Wow, is that all she wants to do to me?

What a woman!     Shizuku straddled me. Although I'd experienced this before at this guy's

house, the feeling was even more profound now. While many men enjoy being treated like

this, it's  a disaster for me.     Mikoto felt a flicker of nerves, but quickly recovered. As

expected of a woman who boasts about treating the world like her own backyard, she's truly

generous. But it's okay if you don't demonstrate this.     "Well, then, let me hel p."     "Start

taking it off,"     Shizuku said, successfully getting started. The buttons were quickly undone.

This situation had happened before.     "Hey!"     a voice finally rang out .     "What are you

doing? Are you trying to commit a crime?!"     " Are there any witnesses?"     Shizuku said. We

were indeed the only ones on the rooftop. We had been so careless. This was the perfect

place for a crime.     This woman remained calm even in such a situation.     "Without

witnesses, the crime cannot be est ablished. Even if you appeal, if we don't admit it, it's over.

A woman's testimony carries much more weight than a man's in this regard."     "Have a little

sense of morality."     "Natsuru -kun is a partner, it's okay to go beyond morality a little."     

What an excessive excuse, it's as if he didn't understand what I said at all. If it was Sakura

Kaede as a partner, I would accept any situation.     Mikoto was as nervous as Shizuku and

held me tightly.     "Um, Natsuru -san, I'll do it slowly, it won't hurt ."     "You, know what you're

doing!"     "I don't know, I would do the same."     Well, fortunately I'm a man, uh, not good at

all     . "Kondou -san, take off your pants too."     "Is that okay?"     "He can't run away if you

take them off."     Come to t hink of it, I've heard of people hiding shoes to prevent running

away from home. Now you have to take off your clothes too.     Mikoto's hand unbuttoned

my pants.     "Is this okay?"     "Wouldn't it be better to pull it off in one go?"     "Wow, so

nervou s."     "It's really hard for you to say this for the first time."     The pants of the uniform

were taken off, but not completely. Secondly, they were taken off to the soles of the feet,

restricting the freedom of my feet. Damn it,     I look like the wom en in the SM movies now,

scary     . "This is the first time I see Natsuru like this."     "Is your childhood sweetheart like

this too?"     "Although I saw it when we were young."     It's true that you often see me like

this, but on the other hand, I have never seen Mikoto like this, although I seem to remember

a few times, I don't know why the memory seems to be cleverly hidden.  

    It doesn't matter what happens to this kind of thing. If I delay any longer, everything will be

exposed. I hate this kind of humiliation.  

    "That Natsuru, are you excited?"  

    What are you talking about ? "No,  

    not at all."  

    "Aren't you a masochist? You must like this, right?"  

    "Why a masochist?"  

    "Because my childhood sweetheart said so, I am a masochist, and I used to think so too."  

    Have you decided? By the way, is sexual fetish something that can be made public? And

the real masochist is Higashida. He's admitted it himself, and he loves the sound of being

scolded.  

    Shizuku straddled me, facing backward.  

    "Do you want me to help you with my hands?"  

    "Hey... hands, what do you mean by hands!?"  

    Mikoto wavered a little, her hand loosening. Of course, I was shocked.  

    "President! What are you doing? Rape!"  

    "Helping you get excited?"  

    That sounded like a nurse's excuse, and Mikoto said, "Is that so..." Do you really

understand?  

    "It would be great if I had aphrodisiacs. African tribes use them, too. I've traded salt with

them, so it should work."  

    "It doesn't matter if you don't have anything. Just use your hands."  

    "How do you do it?"  

    "Just put your hands on her underwear." Stop  

    it—this is on the rooftop. I have a private video of the manager having sex with the blonde

on the rooftop, and the footage is pretty good. But now I'm the one involved, and the

offense and defense have switched.  

    Shizuku was holding me down to prevent me from moving. Come to think of it, I said I was

interested in this woman's ass, but the situation was different now. The feeling of "violation"

and "someone come and do it all" still bothers me.  

    "As expected, slow stroking is better."  

    "Isn't it excitement when you're anxious?"  

    "Natsuru is such a pervert..." I  

    've said it before ,  

    but nothing I say to these people is going to work. I'll just let them treat me as a pervert.

Maybe there's still a key to rationality to keep my kink at bay. Mikoto  

    's nervousness is transmitted to me.  

    "Then, President, how about we touch each other together?"  

    "Ah!"  

    "As expected, I'm still too nervous to do it alone."  

    What innocent words? I'm probably more nervous than being touched by two people,

right?  

    Shizuku said, "Okay." "I really can't take it anymore. Don't you have any moral principles?"  

    Then she pressed my body backwards, and instantly the pressure on my body eased.  

    This is a once -in-a-lifetime opportunity. Judgment is essential.  

    "Oh, Liya —"

    I exerted all my strength and slipped out from under Shizuku's body.  

    "Ah, I say!"  

    Knowing it was Mikoto's scream ,  

    my uniform was pulled down to my feet, making it difficult to walk. If I escape, it'll be

easier to track them down. These guys must be targeting me for this.  

    But I'm not just going to jump out without thinking.  

    Using the momentum, I braced myself against the railing behind me, stepped over,  

    and free -falled from the roof.  

    "Ah!"  

    The sound was probably Mikoto's. I descended in a straight line towards the ground.  

    Every second counted. I channeled power into my right hand, and my body enveloped in

white light.  

    Transformed into a Kempfa woman, my physical abilities were greatly enhanced. I

maneuvered mid -air and landed unscathed.  

    This wasn't a natural ability; if I were a man, I'd definitely hit my head on the ground. For

that, I'm truly grateful for being a Kempfa.  

    I looked up at the rooftop. Shizuku and Mikoto were watching from the railing. "Huff, huff,

huff, you deserve it! I won't take any more of your violence. Don't underestimate Natsuru."  

    Anyway, I laughed with a nasal "huh" so I could see  

    those guys. Even if I jumped now, it would be useless. As a Kempfa, I'm definitely stronger

on my feet. I turned the tables on this match  

    and headed back towards the library... but I couldn't turn around  

    , and my skirt was actually underneath. Actually, my lower body clothing had been

removed. So, I was only wearing my underwear. My pants had been replaced with a short

skirt, just like the school uniform.  

    Her face immediately turned red, and she immediately pulled up her skirt, looking back as

she walked.  

    "Ah—. He got away..."  

    Mikoto complained, as Natsuru disappeared from the girls' club.  

    "Natsuru -kun, you've turned around,"  

    Shizuku exclaimed.  

    "That guy isn't stupid, though he's close to being an idiot."  

    "Kondou -san, you should see him often, right?" "  

    Because we're childhood friends  

    ," she said with a hint of complacency. With a relationship like this with Natsuru, she could

be complacent.  

    Mikoto placed her hand on her chest. She was still really excited just now, and she still felt

nervous thinking about it. That kind of experience, she had never had in the African desert or

the Southeast Asian jungle.     Shizuku  

    just looked at her like this and said  

    , "Is it a pity?"  

    "Well... that..."  

    "It looks like that."  

    "That kind of thing... that... that is to say," Mikoto lowered her head in embarrassment     .

"As expected, it would be better and more enjoyable to do it alone with Natsuru... it should

be..."     "Girlish taste."     "That's right, girlish. Should I  apologize to Natsuru..."     "Well,"     

Shizuku immediately returned to her usual tone. Although there was no change from the

beginning. It was just that her breath changed a little when she was suppressing him.     "How

do you feel, President?"     "Wha t?"     "Excited? It's better to be alone together?"     "Well,

what's the matter?"  

    "You're such a jerk! Answer me now!"  

    "I won't tell you,"  

    Shizuku replied  

    . This was something she was proud of. But thinking back, even the student council

president would lose her composure when faced with the Natsuru. But Mikoto didn't notice

the emotion in her heart.  

Translator's Notes

This chapter was translated from the Chinese translation of the original Japanese text.

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