Capítulo 40: You’re calling me a tyrant?
"Let's play king's game."
It was the second day of their vacation. The weather forecast had betrayed them, and
it'd started raining while they were having lunch, so they were discussing playing a game in
the living room until it stopped. But this single suggestion of Touya's instantly struck fear
in Masachika and Yuki.
G-great… A game for extroverts…
They thought the exact same thing as a shiver ran down their spines, and they began to
tremble…for no specific reason in particular, though. They weren't exactly introverts, after
all.
"King's game…?"
Sitting next to the trembling siblings, Alisa curiously tilted her head.
"Whaaat? You don't know? King's game, Alya. King's game," Maria said in surprise.
"Yes, I have ears."
Maria looked triumphant and pointed her index finger at her sister's annoyed glare.
"Heh… Let me tell you about king's game. ♪ First, everyone draws a slip of paper. Each
slip of paper has a number on it except for a single piece that has a red mark. Whoever gets
the red one gets to be the king, who can order people by their number to do things. ♪ Like
'Number Two has to feed Number Five' or 'Number Four has to kiss Number One.'"
She then squealed, placing her hands on both blushing cheeks, despite being the person
who said it.
"K-kiss?!"
Alisa's eyes widened, contrary to her sister's excitement.
"No. No kissing. Nothing extreme. Let's keep it in the realm of reason, everyone," Touya
added with a forced smile. He then began looking around the room and continued:
"But you could say…'Number Two has to tell a funny story' or 'Number Three has to
flick Number Five on the forehead.' I think keeping it lighthearted like this would work best."
"Flicking someone on the head… I've never really done that before…"
Chisaki, sitting by his side, stared hard at her right hand while slowly lifting it up,
creating an O with her thumb and middle finger. She then started putting some muscle into
her middle finger as it trembled against her thumb until…
Bang!
"You should probably hold back a little, Chisaki." Touya smiled after witnessing her fire
a blank. It sounded like there was an explosion, but surely, it was just the friction between her
fingers… There was no way—absolutely no way—that wasthe sound ofsomething traveling
through the air faster than the speed of sound.
"At any rate, this is a game for all of us to learn more about one another and get along,
so let's keep that in mind when giving orders."
"Uh-huh…"
As Masachika tilted his head back, wondering why they were even going to play king's
game, Chisaki grinned as if she could read his mind and looked at Touya.
"In other words, you wanted to do something only extroverts usually do, right? Got it."
"What…?! N-no… That's not why I…"
His voice tapered off, clearly flustered, and everyone's eyes narrowed. It was only
natural for someone who used to be an extreme introvert to yearn for an opportunity like this.
As Chisaki looked at him dubiously, he put his hands up and demanded:
"Stop! Don't look at me like that!"
"Yep, I get it. Let's play king's game."
"I agree. I will start preparing the slips of paper, then."
"Stop being considerate…! Oh, I already got everything we need. We're using
chopsticks, by the way."
"You were set on doing this…"
With a smirk, Masachika and the others got off the couch, laid some cushions on the
carpet, and sat in a circle. To the right of Masachika was Alisa, followed by Maria. Next
to Maria—in other words, across from Masachika—was Yuki, and sitting on his left was
Ayano, then Chisaki, and finally, Touya. And in the center of the group were seven disposable
chopsticks that were sticking out of an empty minibottle. Incidentally, these weren't the
disposable kind with the squared handles that were connected all the way. They were the
round kind that only connected at the head, and the chopsticks were placed in the bottle
upside down with just the flat ends showing. Therefore, it seemed safe to assume he had
written the numbers and the red marking on the flat heads of the chopsticks.
Meaning…I won't be able to discern which are which based on how they were split.
Masachika was already thinking of ways to cheat before the game even started, but you
wouldn't be able to tell by the innocent look on his face. While some people might think he
was childish for doing something like this when it was just a game, he didn't have a choice.
Because…if there was anyone who could cheat and get away with it, it was Yuki, and she
would take the opportunity if it presented itself. It was a magnificent game where you could
give any order you wanted to someone. There was no way that sister of his wasn't going to
try to create chaos for her own amusement.
Even Touya has a history of cheating. He cheated during mah-jongg, so there's a
possibility he did something to the chopsticks…maybe? I mean, I'm sure he meant it when
he said he wanted to do this to strengthen our relationship, and I doubt he'd try anything
funny even if he did do a little cheating, but…
His mind rapidly searched for possibilities as he drew a chopstick at Touya's request.
After making sure everyone had gotten one, Touya took the lead and asked:
"Is everyone ready? Who…is…the king?!"
Everyone thereupon checked their chopstick in unison.
"Oh my. ♪ Is it me?"
Maria blinked in wonder while holding a chopstick with its head painted red. It appeared
she was going to be the first king…but there was something else that Masachika was more
concerned with.
Depending on the angle, you can see the number on the chopstick when they draw.
Of course, his mind was focused on cheating. And this was something that probably—
almost definitely—never crossed Touya's mind when he prepared. But for someone with the
dynamic vision of Masachika, who treated rock-paper-scissors as nothing more than a visual
exercise (he would watch his opponent begin to throw their move and base his move on that),
he would easily be able to see the numbers on the drawn chopsticks as long as they were
facing his direction. And of course, if he could do it, then that meant Yuki…and possibly
Chisaki could do it as well.
This is bad. There's no way of knowing which way the number is going to be facing since
the chopsticks are round, so if I accidentally draw mine facing Yuki's direction, I'm doomed.
Sensing the danger, he tried to secretly leave a mark with his fingernail on the tip of the
chopstick…but he almost immediately gave up. Not only was the chopstick itself pretty hard,
but the surface was also so smooth that it would have been obvious if he had left a mark.
It looks like I'm going to have to leave a good bit of this up to luck. I guess I just have to
pray that the number on my chopstick isn't facing her direction and that she doesn't become
the king…
"All right… I want Number Two to…"
Maria's sudden voice interrupted his flow of thoughts. He looked down at his chopstick
once more and made sure he was Number Four. He then looked back up while Maria
simultaneously placed a finger on her cheek and continued:
"Hmm… To heat up a pot of tea with their belly button! The belly-button tea challenge!"
"That's impossible…," Masachika interjected with a straight face, and it wasn't only
him who felt that way. Even Chisaki wryly smirked and asked:
"What kind of order is that? How do you even do that?"
"Hmm? You know, the Japanese proverb. The moment I heard it, I fell in love…and
wondered if it really was possible."
"No."
"But what if we all tickled the person until they couldn't stop laughing and—?"
"It's not going to work. You want someone to laugh to death just to see if they can boil
some tea? That's absurd."
Masachika nodded in agreement with Chisaki's rational assessment. Maria slightly
pouted, then tilted her head in the opposite direction.
"Then… Oh! I know! How about the bottle-cap challenge?! I want to see someone try it!"
"The what?" Chisaki replied in wonder. Why are you making us do some kinda
challenge? thought Masachika as he explained:
"It was popular online a while back. It's when you open a plastic bottle without using
your hands… Anyway, Chisaki, I'm guessing you're Number Two by the way you're
reacting."
"Oh yeah. I am." She nodded, easily admitting her number. Touya then walked over to
the refrigerator and pulled out a two-liter bottle of mineral water.
"I didn't really see that many people do it, but I think you're supposed to kick the bottle
cap and spin it off?" Touya asked as he placed the bottle on the floor.
"Exactly. ♪ When I saw someone try it…they did some kind of spin kick? And I guess
they hit the bottle cap perfectly with their heel and unscrewed it."
"A spin kick, huh?" Chisaki muttered to herself as she got up.
"Hold on. I don't think it's supposed to still have water inside… Plus, I don't think you
can do it barefoot. You should probably put your shoes on and—"
Chisaki swiftly turned her back to the water bottle in the middle of Masachika's sentence
and…
Fwp! Bam!
Only afterimages of the bottled water's tip could be seen, which were almost
immediately followed by the soft sound of something rattling around the couch. Everyone,
with the exception of Chisaki,simultaneously darted their eyesin the direction of the sound…
and witnessed the cap still attached to the tip of the bottle bouncing off the couch and landing
on the cushions.
"""..."""
And when they looked back at the bottle, perhaps to no one's surprise, they saw that the
top of the plastic bottle had been perfectly severed as if someone had used a sword, and not
a single ripple could be seen in the water, either. As a hush fell over the audience, Chisaki,
still standing on one leg, tilted her head and asked:
"…Like this?"
"......Uh-huh." Touya nodded after a ridiculously long pause… That was all he
could do, after all.
That was one fast kick… Even I couldn't keep up with it. Heh-heh.
Masachika joked to himself while trying to calm his trembling hands.
"Wow, Chisaki! That was incredible! You completed the bottle-cap challenge. ♪"
Nobody else was complimenting her but Maria. She had a big heart. What a king.
"…Allow me to clean up."
Ayano swiftly stood, grabbed the bottle, and returned it to the refrigerator as everyone
else silently returned their chopsticks, which Touya mixed and shuffled behind his back.
Once Ayano returned, everyone drew a chopstick, and Touya ended up becoming the next
king.
"Oh! It looks like I'm the king!" He smirked, speaking with a cheerful tone in an attempt
to lighten the mood. He then looked around at each and every one of them before giving
an order.
"All right… I want Number Five to tell us a funny story."
"That's a pretty nasty order to make for your first command…"
"Oh, Number Five. That's me. ♪"
"How the mighty have fallen…"
Once overthrown, Maria had been made into a peasant or even a jester, perhaps, with no
rights and forced to do the unthinkable. After placing a finger on her lips and thinking for a
few moments, her face suddenly lit up as if she had recalled something good.
"I was reminded about this story because we're going to a festival later. It happened a
long time ago at a festival I was at in Russia. It was extremely crowded, so I guess someone
bumped into this man, and his shopping bag ripped wide open. Apples went everywhere. ♪
Plop, plop, plop. One after another."
Maria stopped there. Immediately, Alisa's shoulders started to faintly tremble, before
she couldn't contain her laughter anymore. "Pfft!" she burst out. However, the other five had
no idea what part of thatstory wasfunny. To put it bluntly, it was more like, "Wait. That'sit?"
Wh-what…? Is this some sort of Russian joke I don't get? Ugh! It doesn't make any
sense!
He couldn't understand what wasso funny. But what he did understand wasthat it would
be awkward if everyone remained silent, and if his older schoolmates weren't going to say
anything, then he was going to have to step up to the plate. He was on a mission. He thought
as hard as he could about it and then…
"I'm apple-d nobody helped him."
"H-ha-ha! Good one, Kuze!"
"Giggle. I agree."
"Ha-ha…ha… Kuze, you can't steal people's thunder like that."
"Ha-ha. Sorry."
The three of them played along, ending Maria's incomprehensible story on a vague but
positive note. Ayano was air,so there was no need to worry about her. Everyone then returned
their chopstick and quickly started the next round.
"Huh. Me again…," Touya muttered with the chopstick marked red in hand.
"You're quite the lucky guy."
"I guess? Anyway, let's go with something harmless… How about we have Number
Three make a funny face?"
He gave a very basic order, perhaps having learned his lesson from the previous round,
but it was a rather harsh command when you considered the female-to-male ratio. A tense air
reigned over the female members as expected until a certain girl slowly raised her chopstick
with the number three on it in the air.
"That would be me."
It had to be Ayano of all people.
Ayano's going to make a funny face?!
Ayano, who usually wore a blank expression and only moved her eyes for the most part,
was about to act silly, which immediately got everyone's attention. As a tense air filled the
empty spaces between them, Ayano sat in complete silence until she eventually raised her
hands slowly, pinched her cheeks, and pulled them up.
"What are you? Some kind of robot who finally got a heart?"
"IS THIS HAPPINESS? BEEP."
"Wow, Chisaki. Impressive."
"Ha-ha-ha. I know, right?"
Chisaki had promptly played along with Masachika's joke, but Ayano herself blankly
looked back at them as if she had no idea what they were talking about, and that, too, was
very robot-like.
"Uh… Okay, then. Well, she did follow orders."
"Ha-ha-ha… Yep…"
After Touya gave the okay, they decided to move on to the next round, where the king
ended up being…
"Wait. Me?"
…Alisa. After pondering for a moment, she decided to go with one of Touya's examples
from earlier.
"Okay… I want Number Two and Number Four to flick each other on the forehead."
"Ack!" exclaimed Masachika—who had drawn Number Four—in agony. Why?
Because…
Please don't be Chisaki, please don't be Chisaki, please don't be Chisaki…
He was still too young to die. He looked over at Chisaki with a sliver of hope in his
heart…when someone opposite Chisaki raised her hand.
"Oh, that's me. ♪ Are you Number Four, Kuze?"
"Yep. Thank goodness… After you, Masha."
After instinctively letting out a sigh of relief, he combed back his bangs and leaned
toward Maria. She then made her thumb and middle finger into an O in front of his forehead.
"All right, here I go. ♪ Hi-yah!"
Her middle finger flew forward with great power…but it was so close that she only hit
his forehead with a bent finger before it could even come into full force. In other words, it
didn't hurt at all.
"O-oh? This is a lot harder than I thought it'd be."
"Yeah, it is a little tricky. Ha-ha." Masachika laughed vaguely at her troubled smile as
she lowered her hand.
"Then could you show me how it's done?"
"Yeah, sure…"
Maria brushed her bangs back while leaning forward…which kind of reminded him of
what happened this morning, making him slightly flustered as he got his right hand into
position.
"Uh… Like this?"
"Ouch!"
Since Maria was a woman, he flicked extremely softly, but she still gave a small yelp
and placed a hand on her forehead, perhaps due to his fingernail smacking her square on
the forehead.
"Mmm… That really hurt…"
"Sorry about that. I wasn't expecting such a clean hit…"
He apologized in a fluster as she covered her forehead with both hands and pouted…
when he was suddenly overcome with wild embarrassment.
Gaaaaaah! What is this exchange we're having?! We sound like some stupid young
couple, and everyone's glaring at us!
Alisa, who was sitting in between them, had the coldest gaze of them all. Masachika
didn't even have to look at her to know. The air to his left was room temperature, while the
air to his right was ice-cold. Hmm? Was this the entrance to a sauna?
Don't look at me like that. You're the one who gave the order.
He faced forward once more, pretending not to notice Alisa's glare as he placed his
chopstick back in the bottle with an air of nonchalance.
"""Show yourself, my king!"""
Masachika ended up drawing the chopstick with the red mark on it.
"Oh, looks like I'm the king this time."
"Oh my. I believe we just witnessed the birth of a tyrant. Giggle."
"You better not ask us to do anything weird."
"Ouch. The lack of trust hurts, guys." Masachika smirked at Yuki's teasing and Alisa's
reminder. He began to ponder what he could ask them to do.
Hmm… Oh, I know.
The sudden idea mischievously curled his lips.
"I want Number Six to do an a cappella version of the Seiren Academy school song."
"What are you trying to do?! Make someone die of embarrassment?!"
Chisaki began to rub her arms as a chill ran down her spine.
"So? Who's Number Six?"
Chisaki's reaction delighted Masachika as he searched for the poor sacrifice.
"…I am," exclaimed a voice in the seat to hisright. Alisa, of all people, was Number Six.
"Wow. All right, Alya! Let's hear you sing your heart out! Oh, and make sure to stand
while you sing," Masachika suggested, brimming with joy as he tried to antagonize her. After
she coldly glared at him, she stood and was met with cheers and applause as she began to
sing the school song. Immediately, Touya's and Chisaki's expressions froze midcheer. Even
Masachika's smile naturally faded. Put simply, she had an extremely beautiful voice. She
ended up having the voice of a professional soprano despite Masachika's attempt to make
a fool of her, and instead of laughing, they sat with deep-rooted astonishment as if their
minds had just been blown by the unexpected, incredible performance. Nobody had time for
cheering or jeering any longer as her voice drew them in, and once Alisa finished singing the
minute-long song, the room erupted with applause.
"I'm honestly impressed. I had no idea you were such a good singer."
"I'm average at best."
"Don't be so modest. I was genuinely blown away."
Alisa sat back down somewhat uncomfortably while Chisaki and Touya showered her
with genuine praise.
"I was surprised, too. Wasn't expecting you to have such a beautiful voice."
"Oh," she curtly replied before swiftly turning her head away from him…although with
slightly red ears. Both Masachika and Maria smiled as if her easy-to-read reaction warmed
their hearts, but Alisa brushed away their gazes as if she couldn't take the embarrassment
any longer, and she placed her chopstick back in the bottle. The game gradually began to
liven up after a few more rounds…until Chisaki became the most aggressive king so far.
"I want Number Two to kiss Number One!!"
The living room froze over at the order—an order that only popular kids would give at
parties. Tension. Shock. Not a single person could remain calm, and that included Masachika
as he came to a certain realization.
Chisaki must have seen Touya's chopstick!
It was what he had feared when they first started playing. He'd been having so much fun
that he completely forgot about it, but Chisaki had a good eye just like Yuki and Masachika,
which meant she only needed a split second to see someone's number. She would have never
given an order like this and risked her boyfriend kissing someone else, otherwise.
"Chisaki, that's…"
"I never said it had to be on the lips. Even a peck on the cheek is okay."
"Hmm… I guess that's okay, then? Who are Number One and Two anyway?"
Touya probably figured a kiss on the cheek wouldn't be a big deal between two female
members, but…
"Uh… I'm Number One…"
…his speculation was off the mark, unfortunately. Perhaps the silver lining was the fact
that Masachika would be on the receiving end instead of the giving end.
"I am Number Two."
It was Yuki, sitting almost across from him to the side, who raised her hand.
"Kuze and Suou? Uh… Chisaki, I think you should probably pick a better—"
Touya frowned at the unexpected pair and began to ask Chisaki to revoke the order…but
before he could even finish his sentence, Yuki was already on all fours as she leaned toward
Masachika. She then grabbed his chin, drawing his gaze toward hers…
"Open wide, Masachika."
"Put that tongue away."
Without a second of hesitation, she slowly brought her mouth toward his with her tongue
sticking straight out…but Masachika immediately placed a hand on her forehead and pushed
her away.
"Giggle. I was getting worried you might not try to stop me."
"Then you shouldn't have done that to begin with."
They exchanged a grin and a tense smile, still with a hand on his chin and one on her
forehead, but it was King Chisaki who was the most surprised.
"W-wait… Huh? W-were they about to F-French-kiss…? Seriously? Seriously?!"
"Huh…"
Chisaki's and Touya's eyes widened as they fell silent once more.
"Hey, you put that camera down!"
"…!"
Ayano was silently holding her smartphone in position to take a picture. Maria had a
hand over her mouth with her eyes opened wide. And…
"S-stop that this instant! This is wildly inappropriate!"
…Alisa, with daggers for eyes, was trying to pull them apart. Yuki slyly smiled at Alisa,
then swiftly grabbed Masachika's hand that was pushing her forehead back and…
Mwah!
…she kissed his palm, mirthfully grinned, and looked back in Chisaki's direction.
"Anything else, Your Majesty?" asked Yuki as if it was no big deal.
"Th-that is all…" Chisaki nodded absentmindedly with both hands on her cheeks. What
an innocent reaction for someone who was in a relationship…
"Ahem… Uh… So…everyone ready to play another round?" Touya urged after
theatrically clearing his throat, obviously still a little flustered. As a slightly awkward silence
filled the gaps between their exchanges, Masachika wiped his right hand, where Yuki had
kissed him, on his pants and sensed a piercing gaze coming from his right.
Don't glare at me like that… It's not my fault.
He made somewhat unmanly excuses for himself in his head as he grabbed a chopstick,
but another second went by before he realized his mistake.
Ack! I was so concerned about Alisa that I let my guard completely down!
Perhaps having his guard up and being on the watch wouldn't have helped, but if he had
only been more careful drawing his chopstick… He immediately noticed a devilish smirk
hidden behind Yuki's eyes and was kicking himself because of it.
Dammit! She saw my number. But as long as she isn't the king…
But the sliver of hope he once had was brutally squashed not even a second later.
"Oh my. It looks like I am the king."
Her eyes narrowed as she raised the red-marked chopstick into the air. She covered her
mouth with the hand holding the chopstick while clearly looking at Masachika and Alisa.
"I think I will take Chisaki's idea and have Number Three and Number Five kiss."
Right as Alisa jumped, Masachika knew for sure that they had been targeted.
Dammit! She has the devil's luck and a diabolical personality to go with it!
The game master, Touya, did not stop her, either. Of course he didn't, because Chisaki
just gave the same order a few moments ago, and Yuki was the one who followed through
with it. It wouldn't be fair to stop her. But…
But this should definitely be stopped!!
Kissing Alisa would have long-term consequences, regardless of where he kissed her.
It would make their relationship awkward, for starters… Did Yuki realize that and decide to
do this to damage her opponents' relationship?
Whatever the case, I can't let this happen! No matter what!
Alisa, who was very competitive, was clearly too stubborn to not do it, especially after
being provoked by Yuki. That was why Masachika had to kick his brain into overdrive to
find a way to avoid this catastrophe.
"So who are Number Three and Number Five?"
But once Yuki determined that Touya wasn't going to stop her, she promptly began to
advance the conversation to make sure Masachika didn't even get a moment to think.
"I'm Number Five," Alisa honestly (and foolishly) replied while raising her chopstick.
"Oh my. Alisa is Number Five. And who might Number Three be?"
Yuki pretended to be surprised as she surveyed the other members.
Argh! I'm out of time… Is there really nothing I can do? Nothing at all?
Masachika looked around, inwardly clenching his teeth…and he noticed something.
"It's me. I'm Number Three."
"Oh, you are? What a surprise. What luck. Wouldn't you agree?"
A lewd smirk hid behind her innocent gaze. Masachika defiantly gave a smug grin back.
"I don't know about that, but it really is too bad, Yuki."
"What ever could you mean?"
But right as her expression became suspicious, he pointed out the front window, still
wearing that bold smirk, and announced:
"It has stopped raining."
Yuki…and everyone else simultaneously faced the window and realized that it had, in
fact, stopped raining. Masachika then turned straight to the supreme authority at the cottage.
"The plan was to play games until it stopped raining, correct?"
"O-oh, yeah! That was the plan!"
"Which means we're out of time. Game over."
"Y-yeah, he's right! Anyway, it's about time for a snack, so who's up for some
watermelon splitting?"
Both Touya and Chisaki immediately played along to get the situation under control,
since they were partially at fault here. Now nobody could even object, since the president and
vice president had made up their minds. As Chisaki, somewhat flustered, began to clean up,
Maria faintly smirked, got up, and placed her chopstick back into the minibottle. Noticing
everyone was cleaning up, Ayano looked over at Yuki to see how she was reacting, and Yuki
gave a small shrug back at her.
"Come on, the game's over."
Once Masachika could see that Yuki had given up, he pulled the chopstick out of Alisa's
frozen hand and returned it to the minibottle along with his.
"I'll go get the watermelon, President."
"O-oh, great. Thanks."
"What about the stick? Was there a rolling pin in the kitchen, or did I just dream that?"
"I'm pretty sure it's somewhere, since someone was using it yesterday."
"All right."
"Hey, uh… Let me help."
Masachika promptly stood up and began heading toward the kitchen, when Alisa,
apparently not knowing what to do with herself, awkwardly followed after him.
"Now where's that watermelon…?"
"I'm pretty sure it's in the very back…"
Unable to even make eye contact, they searched for the watermelon in the refrigerator
while pretending like nothing had happened.
"Oh, there it is—"
He reached out to grab the watermelon, but Alisa was reaching for it as well, and their
hands touched. Immediately, Alisa jumped and pulled her hand back.
Y-yeah, yeah. I've seen this scene a thousand times before, he thought, acting like he
didn't notice as he grabbed the plastic bag with the watermelon in it.
"By the way, what was that joke Masha told about the apples? I honestly didn't really
get the punch line. On second thought, I didn't even know which part was the punch line."
Masachika casually changed the subject.
"Huh? O-oh, right. There's a popular idiom in Russia we sometimes use to describe
really crowded places: There's no room for an apple to fall."
"Ohhh. Now I get it. It was so crowded that there was supposed to be no room for an
apple to fall, but several ended up falling, huh? …Is that seriously the whole joke?!"
After Alisa chuckled a little at his reaction, Yuki suddenly poked her head into the
kitchen. But when they turned around to see what she wanted, her ladylike mask was off,
and her grin was sinister.
"You ran away," Yuki scoffed with a nasally laugh before disappearing back into the
living room.
Hey?! What happened to our truce?!
Immediately, he could see Alisa's fighting spirit swell from behind, so in a fluster, he
set about attempting to calm her down.
"Relax, relax. Don't let her taunts bother you. All she's trying to do is make things
awkward between us."
"…"
He held his hands out, like he was trying to calm a wild animal, as she furiously frowned
and glared up at him.
"Come on, don't let her get to you. If you take the bait and let your emotions take over…
then you might kiss me and regret it later."
"…"
Again, she furiously glared at the door that Yuki had just left through, then briefly
grunted while shifting her gaze toward the kitchen table.
"…We need to get the rolling pin, too, right?"
"Y-yeah."
Masachika was relieved to see that she had come to her senses, and he faced the
refrigerator once more. Clutching the watermelon to his chest, he closed the refrigerator with
his elbow and—
"<I wouldn't regret it.>"
Blaaarg…
The watermelon almost slipped out of his hands and split itself (into countless
heartbreaking pieces) the moment he heard her Russian whisper, and he immediately
tightened his grip on it in a panic.
You've got to be kidding me!!
Masachika was confident he could deal with any one of Yuki's schemes, even if she
caught him off guard. But his partner's sweet Russian whispers…were something he still
didn't know how to handle, and he sighed to himself in secret.
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