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Within the realm of undergarments, male lingerie and female lingerie had an immensely huge enmity between them. Both sides would constantly look down upon, insult, and belittle each other, being lifelong enemies. So for one to think of switching sides, there would definitely be such a reaction. |
Within the realm of undergarments, male lingerie and female lingerie had an immensely huge enmity between them. Both sides would constantly look down upon, insult, and belittle each other, being lifelong enemies. So for one to think of switching sides, there would definitely be such a reaction. |
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| − | “Huh? Why are you all...? Hey -!” |
+ | “Huh? Why are you all...? Hey -!” |
| − | "This isn't exactly a decision they forced through unilaterally. This is a legitimate deal made with the staff, and it actually works in our favour! Since we would have double the usual budget, as well as getting rid of all sorts of silly restrictions. If everything goes as planned, then it'll be worth not holding the festival for two days." |
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| − | "But no other school holds their school festival for one day only... This tradition sucks. I've heard that the atmosphere in the school festival wasn't really great every year, it's probably something to do with the festival being held for only one day. Even though we're a public school, this is ridiculous." |
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| − | "That can't be helped, can it? If that's what the school's decided, then we'll just have to figure out something. Even if it's only for one day, we'll do everything we can to hype it up and make it as exciting as possible. After all, this is the last I'll be organizing a major school event." |
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| − | "That speech of yours a while ago sure was rousing: 'The student council is made to inherit such a lifeless heritage every year! Rather than letting it rot by itself, we should conceive greatness!' -- It was something like this right? Even the third-years were moved to tears, everyone was applauding." |
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| − | "It's too early to be moved like this. This year's school festival will be exceedingly spectacular, no, we'll see to it that it'll be exceedingly spectacular! Now that I've said it, I'll let everyone see what I'm made of! All of you are on this ship now!" |
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| − | "Of course we'll participate... Hmm, is 'Kano Grocery' our sponsor?" |
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| − | "You must use all resources that are available to you, even if it means ruthlessly exploiting your own parents! Hey! How dare you sit there and have all the chips by yourself!?" |
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| − | "But president, you've eaten all the fried nuggets, too. And just how old are you? Dipping all those chips in the ketchup. Are you still a kid?" |
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| − | "I'm only 18, of course I'm a kid! Gimme those!" |
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| − | "Whoa! Stop it! Stop it! No fighting!" |
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| − | "No! I'm not giving those over, dipping chips into ketchup all the time is doing these chips a huge injustice! Here, senpai! Catch!" |
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| − | "AH---! Stop smearing my glasses with your oily fingers!" |
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| − | It was after school in one single Friday, the location was a typical fast food store. |
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| − | At this moment, no one had noticed that these six members of a certain student council were, under the gazes of everyone there, discussing the plans for organizing a certain routine event. |
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| − | Following the order they are seated in their classroom, the male and female students were taking turns using the narrow basketball court during PE lesson. |
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| − | The current PE lesson took place after a stuffing lunch, as a result, all the high school students in their PE uniform looked rather sluggish and their action was slow as well. |
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| − | "The girls look rather exhausted." |
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| − | "So am I, even though I'm a guy... Ooh, panty stripes..." |
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| − | "Who, who, who!? Where!?" |
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| − | For some reason, the sound of the basketball rebounding off the ground and of the shoes skidding just felt slow. |
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| − | Like a herd of domesticated cattle gathered together, a group of boys sat by the corner watching the girls play their basketball in a lethargic manner. Like a bunch of old men wishing not to be nagged by their wives, side by side they laid down on the floor, or rested leisurely against the wall, or sat happily together with their eyes squinted while trying to make out the secret hidden under the girls' PE shorts. |
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| − | Upon this group of people, only one pair of eyes shone in a blinding light, |
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| − | "There's a loose thread hanging from Taiga's trouser edge..." |
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| − | So said the ranch assassin, wearing a denim jacket and hiding amongst the herd of cattle, ready to strike at any hooligan who dare approaches... Yeah, right. This was none other than Takasu Ryuji, who sat just as lazily as the other guys. |
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| − | As the match began between the girls, the eyes, which completely do not reflect the will of their owner, were attracted by some other prey. Amongst the dozen or so girls on the court, he was looking at the most energetic and sporting Kushieda Minori running around, swinging her ponytail as she ran. As to why, the answer was because he likes her. |
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| − | Ryuji's gaze was fixated on her dazzling smile like a magnet. But upon moving his eyes away, Ryuji quickly noticed a hanging thread from someone's trousers. His eyes were now focused on that thing alone. As to why, the answer was because he just likes "that kind of thing". |
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| − | "As expected of Takasu, even the things you look at are different. Trouser edge, is it? Mmmhmmm..." |
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| − | Someone jabbed Ryuji's back with his elbow and said, |
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| − | "The Palmtop Tiger's ankles, huh... they do look excellent. You have really good taste, you know? Nice work, you big pervert." |
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| − | Someone else poked Ryuji's abdomen with his fingertip, |
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| − | "Not her ankles, her trouser edge. Ah, it's really gone loose..." |
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| − | The dangerous and sharp triangular eyes were attracted by the ankles of a single girl, and were now staring at the side of her loosened trouser edge, as though trying to fire a beam from his eyes and burn it to a crisp... But no beam came out from his eyes, for he was simply swearing to himself that he'll fix those trousers come this weekend. |
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| − | As for the owner of those trousers, the "Palmtop Tiger" Aisaka Taiga didn't even notice Ryuji's gaze. Looking sluggish, she simply followed everyone else and ran around. When coming under the basket, she would casually raise her hands and pretend to defend, but as she was too short, she posed no threat whatsoever to her opponents as the ball simply flew over her head and into the basket. "Great!" The one who threw the ball was Kihara Maya, who tied her brownish hair on her sides, revealing her tender neck. Whenever she bent forward to pull up her socks, the guys would get a chance to see her curvature on her chest, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!" |
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| − | "Ah---! Seriously Taiga! It's all your fault!" |
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| − | "It's got nothing to do with me!" |
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| − | The only one seriously playing was Minori, who chased the ball and gave orders to Taiga. The warm blood flowing within her body in this lazy afternoon only served to fire her up even more, |
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| − | "I've been the only one that's been scoring! Taiga, you should show some spirit as well! Aren't you insanely strong? Go get back those points you've lost!" |
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| − | "Okay, okay..." |
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| − | Catching the ball Minori had passed swiftly, Taiga decided to make an effort to dribble with the ball. Though she didn't look spirited at all, whenever her opponents attempted to steal her ball, she would speed up and go under their arms, with the ball seemingly glued to her hands. |
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| − | "Oooohhh..." The boys who were lying on the floor exclaimed softly. |
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| − | "As expected from the Palmtop Tiger. She's got such great reflexes." |
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| − | "Her butt's tiny as well..." |
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| − | Among the flirtatious guys, only Ryuji was thinking about how Taiga might step onto the loose thread from her trouser edge, while also noticing Minori making another cute movement - Clapping her hands and following Taiga while saying "That's more like it! Good job, Taiga!" Ryuji's intimidating eyes were now burning with his one-sided love, and glowed even more dangerously. He quickly shook his head. |
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| − | Taiga waited until she was surrounded by three opponents, and then tossed the ball between their legs... |
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| − | "Hey, Bakachi (stupid chihuahua)! Catch!" |
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| − | "Eh~!?" |
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| − | This was the weird nickname used by Taiga to refer to Kawashima Ami. |
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| − | "Whoa! It's Ami-tan!" |
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| − | "She's so cute! An angel! A beauty! And a top model!" |
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| − | "Ami-tan looks so damn cute even in a PE uniform! Oh man..." |
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| − | Originally lying on the floor, all the horny boys now stood up and applauded. They all leaned forward, looking forward to the charming beauty to show her sporting side. This was natural, as Ami is a high school student and a professional model. Not only was her skin white, her face was small, and even her beautiful eyes that are placed on it shone brightly like diamonds. In her PE uniform, her slim and long figure made her look like a beautiful fairy that suddenly appeared from the forest. |
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| − | In other words, she was acknowledged by everyone as the undisputed prom queen. Even Ryuji, who knew how difficult her personality is, found it hard to look away from her slim figure... |
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| − | "No way~. My nails are long, so they can't touch the ball, or they'll break~." |
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| − | Ami twisted her body, and pouted in a sweet voice as she stuck her cherry lips out. She then caressed her face with her left hand, while tossing the ball with her right hand back to Taiga as though throwing garbage away. Unable to react quickly, the ball bounced off Taiga's face and into the opponent's hands. |
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| − | "Ugh..." Taiga went silent as she held her face with her hands. The audacious Ami even had the nerve to say, |
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| − | "So~rry~! Oh my goodness, has Aisaka-san gone short from the impact just now~!? Oh no! You have gone shorter... Oh, I forgot, you were always this short. Right? I was just kidding!" |
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| − | "Hohohohoho~!" Ami put up a cute smile, while behind her, |
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| − | "Ugh...! What do you think you're doing!? Ami-chan, you're an idiot!" |
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| − | "Minori-chan, the game's over if you forfeit now, right~?" |
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| − | "Don't be ridiculous! I'll show you!" |
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| − | As Minori ran past Ami, she mischievously tickled Ami's neck, "Ah~" causing her to twitch. This was followed by someone else grabbing her throat... |
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| − | "What on earth do you think you're doing, you piece of garbage!? Bakachi, you're such a moron! An idiot! A stupid octopus! A phony chihuahua that always plays dumb! A mean person! A person with a defected personality! And a pervert! Prepare to die!" |
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| − | "Ughhh... Cough, cough!" |
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| − | There was no way Taiga could ignore such an attack on her. She quickly gave Ami a merciless "Hell Throat Grabber". As her throat was defenseless, Ami gradually knelt down. |
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| − | "Hey! Minorin! Gimme the ball!" |
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| − | "Here Bakachi! Catch again!" |
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| − | Upon receiving the ball from Minori, Taiga quickly aimed it at Ami, who was still kneeling on the floor and coughing. KAPOW! The ball travelled in a curve in an incredible speed, as it bounced off Ami's face and back into Taiga's hands. |
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| − | "Taiga~!? What was that all about!? I'm getting mad now!" |
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| − | "It wasn't me, it's all Bakachi's fault." |
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| − | "Cough, cough... Aisaka-san, why, you~" |
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| − | Ami finally managed to get up. Even til now, it was hard to believe that her angelic face still maintained a pure and gentle smile. Seeing such a pretentious face, even Taiga backed off a bit as a smiling Ami slowly approached her. |
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| − | Although the scene was quite scary, the boys looking from afar had all had their eyes blinded by their delusions in the sky. |
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| − | "Such~ a cute smile~ Ami-tan really is an angel~" |
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| − | "Whoa! Palmtop Tiger has stepped onto her trouser edge..." |
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| − | "Ami-tan's now riding on the tiger's back. Oh man, I want to be ridden by her too..." |
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| − | "It just feels good to be ridden by her..." |
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| − | "Especially when you're looking from below..." |
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| − | Only Ryuji was aware that another bloody brawl had begun. Ami extended her arms and grabbed at Taiga's throat, while Taiga moved her fingers upwards to poke Ami's eyes. Both their screams echoed across the hall. The girls were no longer in the mood to play ball anymore. Some tried to pull them apart, some ran way, some decided to provoke them further, while others couldn't care less. In other words, it was chaotic. While looking at such a hellish scene, |
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| − | "Hey guys. You all like Ami-tan, right? You all think she's cute right? At least that's what I think." |
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| − | With the remnant of his fading blonde dye which he had in the summer still hanging from the tip of his hair (which looked absolutely horrid), Haruta suddenly shouted. He flicked his annoying hair, and with a rare sign of seriousness placed his hand on Ryuji's shoulder. "That's gross!" Ryuji quickly pushed off his hand. Far off, Ami had stood up, and for some reason, began to squeal in a sound as though she was about to die. Meanwhile, Haruta's forehead suffered from everyone flicking their fingers onto it. |
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| − | "What's with that pretentious look? Stop being so cocky already!" |
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| − | "The hell is with that nonsense? Don't disturb my quality time with Ami-tan!" |
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| − | Pressing on his reddened forehead, Haruta had no intention of giving up on his preciously enigmatic idea. |
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| − | "That hurts... But don't you all feel the same? You all love Ami-tan, right?" |
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| − | "Of course she's cute!" |
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| − | "But for some reason when it's Haruta that's saying it, I feel mightily pissed off. Why're you calling my Ami-tan in such an intimate way? Of course Ami-tan's the cutest girl in the whole class... No, it should be the cutest girl of all the schools within this area!" |
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| − | "Come again? Let me tell you something, I'm a Palmtop Tiger supporter! That ferocious look of hers is just too awesome!" |
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| − | "Huh? Then I'm a Kashii supporter! She's so gentle, and can always react to any situation. I'm sure she'll accept a guy like me." |
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| − | "If that's the case, then I personally think Maya's great as well... Just between us, despite her looks, I hear she still hasn't found a boyfriend." |
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| − | "No way!? Is that real? No one could tell from that!" |
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| − | Sitting amongst the gossiping boys, an excited Ryuji too secretly had his own opinion, I think Kushieda's the cutest. Whether she's looking cool trying to separate the bickering Taiga and Ami with her legs, or getting accidentally bitten by Taiga while putting up a strange face and saying "See... she's not scary at all..." |
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| − | Every guy was having his own delusion. As though trying to conclude everyone's thoughts, |
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| − | "That, is, why! And now, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN~!" |
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| − | Haruta said while looking at everyone. "There're no ladies here!" "Who are you referring to as gentlemen?" He ignored their protests and continued, |
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| − | "Don't you all want to see the girl of your dreams looking even cuter than usual? Like dressing up as a maid! I'm not making this up, you will all have a chance to see it! Really! Takasu, you should join!" |
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| − | Faced with the minty breath of his friend blowing onto his face, Ryuji stared at that face and said, |
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| − | "Haruta, are you alright? Have you become addicted to some weird stuff during summer vacation? Like weird drugs? Or media? Or a cult? Ah! Could it be that you've gone weird as a result of bearing a grudge on me for leaving you behind, and going to Kawashima's mansion?" |
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| − | "Of course I'm bearing a grudge! But that's got nothing to do with this! I'm serious! Ugh... Looks like I've shouted too loudly. Everyone, listen to me. Didn't Yuri say we need to discuss what activity our class needs to organize for the school festival? I, I've been appointed as the committee executive for our class!" |
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| − | "Was there such a thing...?" |
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| − | "Didn't know that..." |
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| − | "And then?" |
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| − | "Sigh!" Haruta pushed off the people whose reactions were not what he had expected, and stood in the middle, gesturing everyone to come forward as he lowered his voice, |
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| − | "That's why I'm saying that if our class were to organize a Maid Cafe, wouldn't you all see the girls dressed up as maids? As long as we guys unite, then the girls with their varying opinions will be no match for our block voting, and we'll easily get more than half the votes... So what do you think?" |
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| − | "How rare for Haruta to actually come up with something so constructive." |
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| − | "So has the power switch to your brain finally been turned on after 17 years?" |
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| − | "I'm sure your parents would feel glad for you." |
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| − | "Heh heh heh, you can say whatever you like. I take it that you all agree to it? Then it's decided, we shall organize a Maid Cafe..." |
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| − | "Hold it!" |
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| − | Noto, his bespectacled ally, now squeezed his way before Haruta and said, |
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| − | "I don't mean to cause trouble, but instead of maid costume, I personally prefer Chinese dresses! Just imagine Kihara dressed up in that... that shiny material, the tight dress that reveals her body curves, her thighs showing from within while asking you, 'Would you like to have tea~?'" |
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| − | "Ahh..." All the boys lifted their heads upwards and nodded. This isn't a bad idea either! Even Ryuji thought it was a good idea, though he wasn't that close with everyone, but just imagining those beautiful classmates greeting him 'Welcome~' caused his pupils to shine brightly. But after a while, he frowned and said, |
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| − | "No, wait..." |
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| − | As though trying to cut himself off from the excitement of everyone as well as his own delusions. |
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| − | "Now that Takasu? Just when everyone's getting excited... what's with those eyes?" |
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| − | "How gross! Such lustful looking eyes!" |
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| − | It was a huge misunderstanding. The eyes that Ryuji looked at his classmates with were not those of rabid hunger, but merely just thinking of something. |
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| − | Kihara would look good in a Chinese dress, so does Kashii, Ami would of course look good, Minori would probably look cute as well, right? With her hair wrapped in buns... |
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| − | The only problem was her... Taiga is definitely not suited to wearing a Chinese dress. |
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| − | When she hears that she has to wear a Chinese dress and show her flat chest to everyone, she'll go into depression again, and would go seriously hysterical to the point of being unable to eat. And I'll be the one that'll be troubled, as she'll no doubt beg me to make some breast pads and brew some soy milk for her . By then I'll be the one doing all the work! Now is there something that is more suitable for Taiga than a Chinese dress, and does not require me to get involved... AHA! |
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| − | "How about Goth-Loli style? Those with the light laces and the sort... Wouldn't that be good as well?" |
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| − | "Gaaahhh~!!!" Taiga can be heard yelling from a distance. The boys all fell silent. Oh crap, did I go too far? Ryuji held his breath and waited... |
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| − | "Takasu... You are a genius!" |
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| − | "This... is worth applauding... Loli! And it's Goth-Loli! That's exactly my type!" |
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| − | Clap clap clap clap The boys gave a soft applause, only Haruta looked distressed, |
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| − | "W, w, wait a minute! We need to unify our opinions first, don't be in such a hurry to come out with other suggestions. This is getting confusing... Erm, er... What was it that we were discussing again?" |
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| − | Looks like his brain has exceeded its capacity. Seemingly understanding his predicament, everyone looked at the class's No.1 Idiot with sympathetic eyes. At this moment, the real genius appeared, |
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| − | "Why don't you just open a Cosplay Cafe then?" |
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| − | All the boys turned their heads around, and looked at the top student Kitamura Yuusaku, who was pushing his shiny glasses up his nose with his middle finger. His tidy bangs were now even sharper after the summer that he now resembles Maruo even more. Curiously, his arms were tanned dark as a result of his club activities and travelling around. |
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| − | "That's it! That's it! With a Cosplay Cafe, we can have everything! As expected of Kitamura! That Maruo haircut of yours is definitely worth it!" |
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| − | Haruta excitedly hugged Kitamura over his shoulders, and Kitamura didn't mind at all with Haruta under his armpits. Everyone praised Kitamura for his quick thinking, and mopped his hair and squeezed his surprisingly firm arms. Even his good friend Ryuji patted him on the back with love and respect, while smiling as he visualized his fantasies - Minori in a maid costume, Minori in a Chinese dress, Minori in a Goth-Loli dress... Each Minori was smiling gently at Ryuji while saying shyly, "Do I look good?" You look great! It suits you! It's awesome! |
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| − | Within this group of excited boys, someone whispered, |
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| − | "Everything is going as planned..." |
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| − | Standing in the middle and mobbed by everyone, Kitamura lowered his head and gave a suspicious looking smile, without anyone noticing. "Heh heh heh..." Just when he was giggling quietly... |
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| − | "All that's left is for them to make their move... Ow!" |
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| − | "Ow!" |
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| − | "That hurts!" |
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| − | His head, the head of the guy next to him, and of the guy behind him, as well as Ryuji's head, all were being hit on by something. The girl's basketball match had finished for some time, and Kuro Muscle had been calling the boys for some time, but they were all gathered together excitedly and ignoring him. Feeling peeved, he took his roll call booklet and smacked each of the boys' heads. |
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| − | "All of you! Go and refresh yourselves with some protein!" |
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| − | "Ryuji! Here, here! Bakachi broke it!" |
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| − | "Ooohhh..." |
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| − | In the corridor leading to the dressing rooms, Taiga, in her PE uniform, leaped onto Ryuji from behind, and suffocated his throat by grabbing onto his collar with her entire weight, causing Ryuji to imagine he was crossing the River Styx. Just as he was about to black out, he suddenly saw Taiga doing a spin kick - which got him back to reality. |
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| − | "It's broken over here! It's all that Bakachi's fault!" |
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The briefs, boxers and trunks ignored the thong’s cries and immediately left. |
The briefs, boxers and trunks ignored the thong’s cries and immediately left. |
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“Dammit...why can’t they just understand?” |
“Dammit...why can’t they just understand?” |
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| − | "... So the school has forcefully decided to hold the school festival for only one day again this year? Not even the president can do anything..." |
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| − | "This isn't exactly a decision they forced through unilaterally. This is a legitimate deal made with the staff, and it actually works in our favour! Since we would have double the usual budget, as well as getting rid of all sorts of silly restrictions. If everything goes as planned, then it'll be worth not holding the festival for two days." |
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| − | "But no other school holds their school festival for one day only... This tradition sucks. I've heard that the atmosphere in the school festival wasn't really great every year, it's probably something to do with the festival being held for only one day. Even though we're a public school, this is ridiculous." |
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| − | "That can't be helped, can it? If that's what the school's decided, then we'll just have to figure out something. Even if it's only for one day, we'll do everything we can to hype it up and make it as exciting as possible. After all, this is the last I'll be organizing a major school event." |
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| − | "That speech of yours a while ago sure was rousing: 'The student council is made to inherit such a lifeless heritage every year! Rather than letting it rot by itself, we should conceive greatness!' -- It was something like this right? Even the third-years were moved to tears, everyone was applauding." |
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| − | "It's too early to be moved like this. This year's school festival will be exceedingly spectacular, no, we'll see to it that it'll be exceedingly spectacular! Now that I've said it, I'll let everyone see what I'm made of! All of you are on this ship now!" |
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| − | "Of course we'll participate... Hmm, is 'Kano Grocery' our sponsor?" |
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| − | "You must use all resources that are available to you, even if it means ruthlessly exploiting your own parents! Hey! How dare you sit there and have all the chips by yourself!?" |
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| − | "But president, you've eaten all the fried nuggets, too. And just how old are you? Dipping all those chips in the ketchup. Are you still a kid?" |
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| − | "I'm only 18, of course I'm a kid! Gimme those!" |
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| − | "Whoa! Stop it! Stop it! No fighting!" |
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| − | "No! I'm not giving those over, dipping chips into ketchup all the time is doing these chips a huge injustice! Here, senpai! Catch!" |
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| − | "AH---! Stop smearing my glasses with your oily fingers!" |
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| − | It was after school in one single Friday, the location was a typical fast food store. |
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| − | At this moment, no one had noticed that these six members of a certain student council were, under the gazes of everyone there, discussing the plans for organizing a certain routine event. |
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| − | [edit]Chapter 1 |
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| − | Following the order they are seated in their classroom, the male and female students were taking turns using the narrow basketball court during PE lesson. |
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| − | The current PE lesson took place after a stuffing lunch, as a result, all the high school students in their PE uniform looked rather sluggish and their action was slow as well. |
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| − | "The girls look rather exhausted." |
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| − | "So am I, even though I'm a guy... Ooh, panty stripes..." |
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| − | "Who, who, who!? Where!?" |
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| − | For some reason, the sound of the basketball rebounding off the ground and of the shoes skidding just felt slow. |
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| − | Like a herd of domesticated cattle gathered together, a group of boys sat by the corner watching the girls play their basketball in a lethargic manner. Like a bunch of old men wishing not to be nagged by their wives, side by side they laid down on the floor, or rested leisurely against the wall, or sat happily together with their eyes squinted while trying to make out the secret hidden under the girls' PE shorts. |
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| − | Upon this group of people, only one pair of eyes shone in a blinding light, |
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| − | "There's a loose thread hanging from Taiga's trouser edge..." |
||
| − | So said the ranch assassin, wearing a denim jacket and hiding amongst the herd of cattle, ready to strike at any hooligan who dare approaches... Yeah, right. This was none other than Takasu Ryuji, who sat just as lazily as the other guys. |
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| − | As the match began between the girls, the eyes, which completely do not reflect the will of their owner, were attracted by some other prey. Amongst the dozen or so girls on the court, he was looking at the most energetic and sporting Kushieda Minori running around, swinging her ponytail as she ran. As to why, the answer was because he likes her. |
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| − | Ryuji's gaze was fixated on her dazzling smile like a magnet. But upon moving his eyes away, Ryuji quickly noticed a hanging thread from someone's trousers. His eyes were now focused on that thing alone. As to why, the answer was because he just likes "that kind of thing". |
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| − | "As expected of Takasu, even the things you look at are different. Trouser edge, is it? Mmmhmmm..." |
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| − | Someone jabbed Ryuji's back with his elbow and said, |
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| − | "The Palmtop Tiger's ankles, huh... they do look excellent. You have really good taste, you know? Nice work, you big pervert." |
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| − | Someone else poked Ryuji's abdomen with his fingertip, |
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| − | "Not her ankles, her trouser edge. Ah, it's really gone loose..." |
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| − | The dangerous and sharp triangular eyes were attracted by the ankles of a single girl, and were now staring at the side of her loosened trouser edge, as though trying to fire a beam from his eyes and burn it to a crisp... But no beam came out from his eyes, for he was simply swearing to himself that he'll fix those trousers come this weekend. |
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| − | As for the owner of those trousers, the "Palmtop Tiger" Aisaka Taiga didn't even notice Ryuji's gaze. Looking sluggish, she simply followed everyone else and ran around. When coming under the basket, she would casually raise her hands and pretend to defend, but as she was too short, she posed no threat whatsoever to her opponents as the ball simply flew over her head and into the basket. "Great!" The one who threw the ball was Kihara Maya, who tied her brownish hair on her sides, revealing her tender neck. Whenever she bent forward to pull up her socks, the guys would get a chance to see her curvature on her chest, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!" |
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| − | "Ah---! Seriously Taiga! It's all your fault!" |
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| − | "It's got nothing to do with me!" |
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| − | The only one seriously playing was Minori, who chased the ball and gave orders to Taiga. The warm blood flowing within her body in this lazy afternoon only served to fire her up even more, |
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| − | "I've been the only one that's been scoring! Taiga, you should show some spirit as well! Aren't you insanely strong? Go get back those points you've lost!" |
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| − | "Okay, okay..." |
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| − | Catching the ball Minori had passed swiftly, Taiga decided to make an effort to dribble with the ball. Though she didn't look spirited at all, whenever her opponents attempted to steal her ball, she would speed up and go under their arms, with the ball seemingly glued to her hands. |
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| − | "Oooohhh..." The boys who were lying on the floor exclaimed softly. |
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| − | "As expected from the Palmtop Tiger. She's got such great reflexes." |
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| − | "Her butt's tiny as well..." |
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| − | Among the flirtatious guys, only Ryuji was thinking about how Taiga might step onto the loose thread from her trouser edge, while also noticing Minori making another cute movement - Clapping her hands and following Taiga while saying "That's more like it! Good job, Taiga!" Ryuji's intimidating eyes were now burning with his one-sided love, and glowed even more dangerously. He quickly shook his head. |
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| − | Taiga waited until she was surrounded by three opponents, and then tossed the ball between their legs... |
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| − | "Hey, Bakachi (stupid chihuahua)! Catch!" |
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| − | "Eh~!?" |
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| − | This was the weird nickname used by Taiga to refer to Kawashima Ami. |
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| − | "Whoa! It's Ami-tan!" |
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| − | "She's so cute! An angel! A beauty! And a top model!" |
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| − | "Ami-tan looks so damn cute even in a PE uniform! Oh man..." |
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| − | Originally lying on the floor, all the horny boys now stood up and applauded. They all leaned forward, looking forward to the charming beauty to show her sporting side. This was natural, as Ami is a high school student and a professional model. Not only was her skin white, her face was small, and even her beautiful eyes that are placed on it shone brightly like diamonds. In her PE uniform, her slim and long figure made her look like a beautiful fairy that suddenly appeared from the forest. |
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| − | In other words, she was acknowledged by everyone as the undisputed prom queen. Even Ryuji, who knew how difficult her personality is, found it hard to look away from her slim figure... |
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| − | "No way~. My nails are long, so they can't touch the ball, or they'll break~." |
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| − | Ami twisted her body, and pouted in a sweet voice as she stuck her cherry lips out. She then caressed her face with her left hand, while tossing the ball with her right hand back to Taiga as though throwing garbage away. Unable to react quickly, the ball bounced off Taiga's face and into the opponent's hands. |
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| − | "Ugh..." Taiga went silent as she held her face with her hands. The audacious Ami even had the nerve to say, |
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| − | "So~rry~! Oh my goodness, has Aisaka-san gone short from the impact just now~!? Oh no! You have gone shorter... Oh, I forgot, you were always this short. Right? I was just kidding!" |
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| − | "Hohohohoho~!" Ami put up a cute smile, while behind her, |
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| − | "Ugh...! What do you think you're doing!? Ami-chan, you're an idiot!" |
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| − | "Minori-chan, the game's over if you forfeit now, right~?" |
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| − | "Don't be ridiculous! I'll show you!" |
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| − | As Minori ran past Ami, she mischievously tickled Ami's neck, "Ah~" causing her to twitch. This was followed by someone else grabbing her throat... |
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| − | "What on earth do you think you're doing, you piece of garbage!? Bakachi, you're such a moron! An idiot! A stupid octopus! A phony chihuahua that always plays dumb! A mean person! A person with a defected personality! And a pervert! Prepare to die!" |
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| − | "Ughhh... Cough, cough!" |
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| − | There was no way Taiga could ignore such an attack on her. She quickly gave Ami a merciless "Hell Throat Grabber". As her throat was defenseless, Ami gradually knelt down. |
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| − | "Hey! Minorin! Gimme the ball!" |
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| − | "Here Bakachi! Catch again!" |
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| − | Upon receiving the ball from Minori, Taiga quickly aimed it at Ami, who was still kneeling on the floor and coughing. KAPOW! The ball travelled in a curve in an incredible speed, as it bounced off Ami's face and back into Taiga's hands. |
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| − | "Taiga~!? What was that all about!? I'm getting mad now!" |
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| − | "It wasn't me, it's all Bakachi's fault." |
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| − | "Cough, cough... Aisaka-san, why, you~" |
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| − | Ami finally managed to get up. Even til now, it was hard to believe that her angelic face still maintained a pure and gentle smile. Seeing such a pretentious face, even Taiga backed off a bit as a smiling Ami slowly approached her. |
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| − | Although the scene was quite scary, the boys looking from afar had all had their eyes blinded by their delusions in the sky. |
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| − | "Such~ a cute smile~ Ami-tan really is an angel~" |
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| − | "Whoa! Palmtop Tiger has stepped onto her trouser edge..." |
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| − | "Ami-tan's now riding on the tiger's back. Oh man, I want to be ridden by her too..." |
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| − | "It just feels good to be ridden by her..." |
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| − | "Especially when you're looking from below..." |
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| − | Only Ryuji was aware that another bloody brawl had begun. Ami extended her arms and grabbed at Taiga's throat, while Taiga moved her fingers upwards to poke Ami's eyes. Both their screams echoed across the hall. The girls were no longer in the mood to play ball anymore. Some tried to pull them apart, some ran way, some decided to provoke them further, while others couldn't care less. In other words, it was chaotic. While looking at such a hellish scene, |
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| − | "Hey guys. You all like Ami-tan, right? You all think she's cute right? At least that's what I think." |
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| − | With the remnant of his fading blonde dye which he had in the summer still hanging from the tip of his hair (which looked absolutely horrid), Haruta suddenly shouted. He flicked his annoying hair, and with a rare sign of seriousness placed his hand on Ryuji's shoulder. "That's gross!" Ryuji quickly pushed off his hand. Far off, Ami had stood up, and for some reason, began to squeal in a sound as though she was about to die. Meanwhile, Haruta's forehead suffered from everyone flicking their fingers onto it. |
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| − | "What's with that pretentious look? Stop being so cocky already!" |
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| − | "The hell is with that nonsense? Don't disturb my quality time with Ami-tan!" |
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| − | Pressing on his reddened forehead, Haruta had no intention of giving up on his preciously enigmatic idea. |
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| − | "That hurts... But don't you all feel the same? You all love Ami-tan, right?" |
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| − | "Of course she's cute!" |
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| − | "But for some reason when it's Haruta that's saying it, I feel mightily pissed off. Why're you calling my Ami-tan in such an intimate way? Of course Ami-tan's the cutest girl in the whole class... No, it should be the cutest girl of all the schools within this area!" |
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| − | "Come again? Let me tell you something, I'm a Palmtop Tiger supporter! That ferocious look of hers is just too awesome!" |
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| − | "Huh? Then I'm a Kashii supporter! She's so gentle, and can always react to any situation. I'm sure she'll accept a guy like me." |
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| − | "If that's the case, then I personally think Maya's great as well... Just between us, despite her looks, I hear she still hasn't found a boyfriend." |
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| − | "No way!? Is that real? No one could tell from that!" |
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| − | Sitting amongst the gossiping boys, an excited Ryuji too secretly had his own opinion, I think Kushieda's the cutest. Whether she's looking cool trying to separate the bickering Taiga and Ami with her legs, or getting accidentally bitten by Taiga while putting up a strange face and saying "See... she's not scary at all..." |
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| − | Every guy was having his own delusion. As though trying to conclude everyone's thoughts, |
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| − | "That, is, why! And now, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN~!" |
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| − | Haruta said while looking at everyone. "There're no ladies here!" "Who are you referring to as gentlemen?" He ignored their protests and continued, |
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| − | "Don't you all want to see the girl of your dreams looking even cuter than usual? Like dressing up as a maid! I'm not making this up, you will all have a chance to see it! Really! Takasu, you should join!" |
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| − | Faced with the minty breath of his friend blowing onto his face, Ryuji stared at that face and said, |
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| − | "Haruta, are you alright? Have you become addicted to some weird stuff during summer vacation? Like weird drugs? Or media? Or a cult? Ah! Could it be that you've gone weird as a result of bearing a grudge on me for leaving you behind, and going to Kawashima's mansion?" |
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| − | "Of course I'm bearing a grudge! But that's got nothing to do with this! I'm serious! Ugh... Looks like I've shouted too loudly. Everyone, listen to me. Didn't Yuri say we need to discuss what activity our class needs to organize for the school festival? I, I've been appointed as the committee executive for our class!" |
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| − | "Was there such a thing...?" |
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| − | "Didn't know that..." |
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| − | "And then?" |
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| − | "Sigh!" Haruta pushed off the people whose reactions were not what he had expected, and stood in the middle, gesturing everyone to come forward as he lowered his voice, |
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| − | "That's why I'm saying that if our class were to organize a Maid Cafe, wouldn't you all see the girls dressed up as maids? As long as we guys unite, then the girls with their varying opinions will be no match for our block voting, and we'll easily get more than half the votes... So what do you think?" |
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| − | "How rare for Haruta to actually come up with something so constructive." |
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| − | "So has the power switch to your brain finally been turned on after 17 years?" |
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| − | "I'm sure your parents would feel glad for you." |
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| − | "Heh heh heh, you can say whatever you like. I take it that you all agree to it? Then it's decided, we shall organize a Maid Cafe..." |
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| − | "Hold it!" |
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| − | Noto, his bespectacled ally, now squeezed his way before Haruta and said, |
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| − | "I don't mean to cause trouble, but instead of maid costume, I personally prefer Chinese dresses! Just imagine Kihara dressed up in that... that shiny material, the tight dress that reveals her body curves, her thighs showing from within while asking you, 'Would you like to have tea~?'" |
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| − | "Ahh..." All the boys lifted their heads upwards and nodded. This isn't a bad idea either! Even Ryuji thought it was a good idea, though he wasn't that close with everyone, but just imagining those beautiful classmates greeting him 'Welcome~' caused his pupils to shine brightly. But after a while, he frowned and said, |
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| − | "No, wait..." |
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| − | As though trying to cut himself off from the excitement of everyone as well as his own delusions. |
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| − | "Now that Takasu? Just when everyone's getting excited... what's with those eyes?" |
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| − | "How gross! Such lustful looking eyes!" |
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| − | It was a huge misunderstanding. The eyes that Ryuji looked at his classmates with were not those of rabid hunger, but merely just thinking of something. |
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| − | Kihara would look good in a Chinese dress, so does Kashii, Ami would of course look good, Minori would probably look cute as well, right? With her hair wrapped in buns... |
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| − | The only problem was her... Taiga is definitely not suited to wearing a Chinese dress. |
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| − | When she hears that she has to wear a Chinese dress and show her flat chest to everyone, she'll go into depression again, and would go seriously hysterical to the point of being unable to eat. And I'll be the one that'll be troubled, as she'll no doubt beg me to make some breast pads and brew some soy milk for her . By then I'll be the one doing all the work! Now is there something that is more suitable for Taiga than a Chinese dress, and does not require me to get involved... AHA! |
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| − | "How about Goth-Loli style? Those with the light laces and the sort... Wouldn't that be good as well?" |
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| − | "Gaaahhh~!!!" Taiga can be heard yelling from a distance. The boys all fell silent. Oh crap, did I go too far? Ryuji held his breath and waited... |
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| − | "Takasu... You are a genius!" |
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| − | "This... is worth applauding... Loli! And it's Goth-Loli! That's exactly my type!" |
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| − | Clap clap clap clap The boys gave a soft applause, only Haruta looked distressed, |
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| − | "W, w, wait a minute! We need to unify our opinions first, don't be in such a hurry to come out with other suggestions. This is getting confusing... Erm, er... What was it that we were discussing again?" |
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| − | Looks like his brain has exceeded its capacity. Seemingly understanding his predicament, everyone looked at the class's No.1 Idiot with sympathetic eyes. At this moment, the real genius appeared, |
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| − | "Why don't you just open a Cosplay Cafe then?" |
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| − | All the boys turned their heads around, and looked at the top student Kitamura Yuusaku, who was pushing his shiny glasses up his nose with his middle finger. His tidy bangs were now even sharper after the summer that he now resembles Maruo even more. Curiously, his arms were tanned dark as a result of his club activities and travelling around. |
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| − | "That's it! That's it! With a Cosplay Cafe, we can have everything! As expected of Kitamura! That Maruo haircut of yours is definitely worth it!" |
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| − | Haruta excitedly hugged Kitamura over his shoulders, and Kitamura didn't mind at all with Haruta under his armpits. Everyone praised Kitamura for his quick thinking, and mopped his hair and squeezed his surprisingly firm arms. Even his good friend Ryuji patted him on the back with love and respect, while smiling as he visualized his fantasies - Minori in a maid costume, Minori in a Chinese dress, Minori in a Goth-Loli dress... Each Minori was smiling gently at Ryuji while saying shyly, "Do I look good?" You look great! It suits you! It's awesome! |
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| − | Within this group of excited boys, someone whispered, |
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| − | "Everything is going as planned..." |
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| − | Standing in the middle and mobbed by everyone, Kitamura lowered his head and gave a suspicious looking smile, without anyone noticing. "Heh heh heh..." Just when he was giggling quietly... |
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| − | "All that's left is for them to make their move... Ow!" |
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| − | "Ow!" |
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| − | "That hurts!" |
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| − | His head, the head of the guy next to him, and of the guy behind him, as well as Ryuji's head, all were being hit on by something. The girl's basketball match had finished for some time, and Kuro Muscle had been calling the boys for some time, but they were all gathered together excitedly and ignoring him. Feeling peeved, he took his roll call booklet and smacked each of the boys' heads. |
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| − | "All of you! Go and refresh yourselves with some protein!" |
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| − | "Ryuji! Here, here! Bakachi broke it!" |
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| − | "Ooohhh..." |
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| − | In the corridor leading to the dressing rooms, Taiga, in her PE uniform, leaped onto Ryuji from behind, and suffocated his throat by grabbing onto his collar with her entire weight, causing Ryuji to imagine he was crossing the River Styx. Just as he was about to black out, he suddenly saw Taiga doing a spin kick - which got him back to reality. |
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| − | "It's broken over here! It's all that Bakachi's fault!" |
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Interlude 3: A Certain Possibility’s Story[edit]
“Hey everyone, could you please hear my troubles out for a moment?”
The underwear - a thong suddenly uttered.
“Huh, what’s up?” “To think that even someone like you would have troubles.” “Let us hear them then.”
Its conversational companions, a pair of trunks, a pair of boxers and a pair of briefs looked over at the thong.
They were in the specialized zone which entrance was only permitted to those among the highest echelons of undergarments, an area utterly unbeknownst to humans, commonly known as the Underwear Zone.
The three looked over at the thong who uttered bitterly:
“Let me ask you all - are you all content with your current selves?”
As they heard this, the trunks, boxers and briefs tilted their necks in curiosity (?).[1]
“To be honest, I can’t take it any longer. Men who wear thongs are either massively buffed-up hunks or extreme narcissists right? I want to change myself and leave that sort of environment. So...so...”
The thong spoke solemnly, while the rest listened likewise.
“I want to become a garter worn by women!”
Suddenly, all the other pairs of underwear’s faces fell.
“Huh? Are you sick in the head?”
“You want to become one of「Them」? Cheh, what a deplorable way of thinking.”
“We’re such idiots, to think we actually took you seriously.”
Within the realm of undergarments, male lingerie and female lingerie had an immensely huge enmity between them. Both sides would constantly look down upon, insult, and belittle each other, being lifelong enemies. So for one to think of switching sides, there would definitely be such a reaction.
“Huh? Why are you all...? Hey -!”
The briefs, boxers and trunks ignored the thong’s cries and immediately left.
“Dammit...why can’t they just understand?”
The neglected thong sat dejectedly alone (?), took a long and deep breath, then yelled -
“Don’t thongs go the best alongside M-shaped thigh gaps!!!!?????”
The Underwear Zone was peaceful today as well.
Translator's Notes and References[edit]
- ↑ TL note: Yes, there’s a question mark here
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