Adolescent Adam

Chapter 48

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Shirohara Ren had served as MegutonoAcademy’s Student Council President through the previous year.

At the time, she had been known asHistory’s Greatest President.

She got excellent grades and was skilled atsports. She was the lacrosse team’s ace and she was beautiful to boot. Thatalone would have been enough to make her the school’s most prized student.

But her excellence as President had comefrom another talent: her superb leadership.

Her mere presence had a way of whippingpeople into shape. Her naturally lofty aura filled people with tension.

She could be a little hardheaded herself.Whenever someone confessed their love to her, she would give them a lengthylecture about how a student should be focused on their studies, so she could beinflexible. She gave off a strict atmosphere, but that did not seem like a badthing unless you were truly up to no good.

Everyone had sensed a slight disturbance ofthe public morals after she had left this spring.

She was of course incredibly popular.

Her light brown hair and bright white skingave her an almost ephemeral look, but her slanted eyes held a shocking depth.

Her small face was perfect, from theoutline to the distribution of facial features. The long refined bridge of hernose, her lips, and her strong-willed eyebrows all possessed a certainelegance.

And she also had a body very unlike aj.a.panese one. Her beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s swelled out as much as possible withoutdetracting from her elegance, her waist was skinny in contrast, and her b.u.t.twas cutely plump. Her hips were positioned high and her tight legs made herlook tall even though she was only about 160 cm. And that helped add to herreliable charisma.

The entire school had been shaken when wordhad arrived that she was leaving. It was well known that 20% of the studentshad written in her name when voting for the current year’s Student Councilelection.

It was also still unknown why she had leftthe school. She had said nothing and not even the teachers had been informed.

It was only speculation, but there wererumors that she had heart problems. Several people had seen her occasionallyholding her chest, so they wondered if she had transferred elsewhere to undergosurgery.

At any rate, she was someone that MegutonoAcademy’s middle school was not about to forget in only 4 months.

…And the same was true for Mutsuki.

Fifth period ended and school was let out.

From the start of the second term until thecultural festival at the end of September, the final cla.s.s was a homeroom usedfor meetings and preparations. For today, they had just finished changing intotheir gym clothes in the locker rooms.

Mutsuki was a little late, so he startedback toward the cla.s.sroom in a bit of a rush.

And on the way…

“President Shirohara is so great.”

“…”

He just about came to a stop when he heardthat name.

He had pa.s.sed by some boys form theadjacent cla.s.s. They were likely fans because they were discussing the famousand beautiful President Shirohara Ren on the way back to their own cla.s.sroom.

They said that she was good-looking, thatshe had a nice body, and that her refined atmosphere was best of all.

He wanted to stop and listen in, but hecontinued on to his cla.s.sroom instead. And…

“Oops.”

“Oh, sorry, Niki-san.”

“Yeah, no biggie.”

He ran across a girl exiting the cla.s.sroom,so he quickly moved aside.

Niki Hozumi had nearly run into him, butshe was not a delinquent and she politely nodded to him when he let her past.

She had returned her hair to brown and it bouncedas she moved.

He ended up watching her leave as he walkedto his seat. The cultural festival meeting was about to begin. Hozumi andothers partic.i.p.ating with their clubs had left, but everyone else was seated.

“…”

The return of the “most skilled president”at the beginning of the 2nd term had brought a great change to the entireschool.

No matter where one went, people weretalking about her.

That was normal enough since she had thepublic position of Student Council President, but her mysterious departure andreturn had also produced much speculation. The biggest theory was that she hadleft to be treated for a heart disease, but others claimed she had tried andfailed to skip ahead to a high school elsewhere.

The biggest change was the tense atmospherethroughout the school.

Everyone worked extra hard at their studiesand athletics and the students corrected their public morals even without theteachers or Student Council doing anything.

Even taking into account that it was thestart of the new term, the number of tardy students had drastically reduced,and Niki Hozumi had returned her hair color to normal after only 3 days. Somehad taken on more permanent new looks such as tanned skin or pierced ears, butthey were unable to flaunt it and awkwardly took their lessons as “somewhatflashy but normal students”.

A week had pa.s.sed since the 2nd term began.

The annoying subject tests were over and itwas time to begin preparing for the big event at the end of September: MegutonoAcademy’s cultural festival. It was a little strict, but their school life wasmostly comfortable.

“…Sigh.”

Mutsuki rested his cheek in his hand andsighed quietly as he listened to the bell for 6th period.

He always felt melancholic when thinkingabout Ren lately.

It had been a week since the new termbegan, but he still had not had a chance to speak with her.

His relationship at school with ShiroharaRen was the same as it had been the previous year. They had met once, but theyhad no connection beyond that. Mutsuki knew her, but she showed no interest ina normal student like him. It was hardly a surprise that they had not spokenduring the past week.

But the actual situation was different.

Mutsuki was targeted by FeTUS because hehad the Serpent’s Eye.

And she was a FeTUS agent known as FeTUSWitches Miss B.

But he had discovered that at the summerbreak camping trip half a month earlier. And a week after the new term began,she had not made any kind of move.

He had discussed it with Ange and Micha,but FeTUS and the angels were currently pa.s.sive enemies, and their stalematemeant they could not do anything until FeTUS did. He had tried asking FeTUS,but Machina and Katsue-sensei had refused to tell him anything.

In the end, he had no idea what to do andsimply felt jealous.

“…”

Also.

There was one more reason for hismelancholy…

“Mutsuki!”

“Eh!?”

The boy had been zoning out, so he nearlyfell out of his chair when his name was called.

He heard his cla.s.smates laughing. Cla.s.s RepSakae had apparently called his name several times while leading the culturalfestival meeting.

“C’mon now, bestie. There’s already way toomany people who refuse to listen to me, thecenter of the cla.s.s. I don’t need you joining them too.”

Sakae stood at the lectern and shrugged.“Sorry, sorry,” apologized Mutsuki with a bitter smile.

Sakae wrote on the blackboard with messyhandwriting: “Cultural Festival Roles”. In the corner, he added: “h.e.l.l yeah!Cultural Festival!”

“Okay, let’s get started. For the culturalfestival, all the 2nd years are putting on a traffic safety play for theelementary school.”

He gestured grandly as he spoke. He was aneternal optimist, so controlling the scene came naturally to him.

“Our cla.s.s will be playing 5 roles, so weneed to decide who will be doing that.”

“Ehhhhh!?”

About 70% of the cla.s.s began booing.

That was hardly surprising. They had towork with the other 2nd year cla.s.ses for this. And it was a play. More thanjust that 70% thought this sounded like a pain in the a.s.s.

But as casual as he could be, Sakae alwaysmade sure to do his job as the cla.s.s rep.

“Yes, yes. Settle down. This was decidedfor us, so there’s no helping it.”

He clapped his hands.

None of his cla.s.smates were actually tryingto trouble their cheerful cla.s.s rep, so they soon quieted down. For one thing,frightening Katsue-sensei was watching them from a corner of the cla.s.sroom.

“Don’t worry. As the undefeated rock-paper-scissors champion, I beat all the othercla.s.ses and got us all the easiest roles.”

“Ohhhh~~”

This time, the cla.s.s erupted into cheers andapplause.

This childhood friend had natural talent atentertaining everyone around him. Mutsuki smiled and joined the applause eventhough he had not joined the booing.

“First, we’ll decide 3 to be in charge ofprops and 1 to be in charge of the spotlight.

The props require some hard work,but you share it between several people. The spotlight is only needed duringthe rehearsal the day before and during the performance on the day of, so itshould be easy.”

Sakae puffed his chest out proudly.

Everyone seemed to accept that. Those weresome easy jobs. If they had been determined by rock-paper-scissors, he had somedecent luck.

But…

“And? That’s 4, but what about the lastone?”

Saya raised her hand and spoke for thecla.s.s as a whole. They had 5 roles, but Sakae had only revealed 4.

“Well, about that last one…”

His behavior changed entirely and hescratched at his head.

“The lead. Someone from our cla.s.s will beplaying the lead.”

“…”

The cla.s.sroom filled with serious booingthis time.

Katsue-sensei ultimately grew angry and thehomeroom became truly unpleasant.

A traffic safety play.

Those were often put on at the policestation to teach small children traffic etiquette such as using the crosswalkand wearing your yellow hat.

At a mammoth school like Megutono Academy,the cultural festival was made to encourage interaction between school years,so the a.s.signed events were often targeted toward another year like this. Itcould be a choir or a play. Among those, Mutsuki’s middle school 2nd year hadbeen a.s.signed a play for the lower elementary school years.

It was an incredibly simple play.

The lead girl had properly raised her handand used the crosswalk while in kindergarten. But at her elementary school entranceceremony, she decides she is an adult and crosses somewhere other than thecrosswalk. She gets. .h.i.t by a car and injured, preventing her from going to the entranceceremony. In the end, she promises a police officer and her mother that shewill never break the traffic rules again.

It was an incredibly simple play that onlylasted about 20 minutes. The only characters were the girl, her mother, and thepolice officer.

But their cla.s.s rep had drawn the shortstraw in that small framework.

“Ahh, ahh. To think this would happen tome, the rock-paper-scissors demon…”

“Sakae, you’ve always been unbeatable untilit actually matters. Then you lose every time.”

“Really?”

“In lunch rock-paper-scissors, you wouldwin the strawberry milk and meatb.a.l.l.s, but then lose the pudding.”

“And the one who stole the pudding from mewas always you, bestie. Oh, dammit. I should’ve sent you in instead whenplaying for the roles.”

The homeroom continued, but they were freeto get up from their desks to gather their thoughts. Sakae and Saya naturallygathered at Mutsuki’s desk.

A somber mood hung over the cla.s.sroom.

Especially over the girls.

The play’s lead was a girl. That meant onlythe girls were at risk here.

Taking part in a play was not a big deal.Students at this school would have to do that at some point, no matter whatyear they were in. And if it came to that, they would obediently help with theprops or spotlight. They had enough courage to play the mother or policeofficer if they had to.

But they could not help but hesitate whenit came to the lead.

That meant memorizing more lines, butsomething else was worse.

The costume.

“Don’t we have someone who would look goodin this?”

Sakae pulled out what he had been given.

It was the play’s costume: clothing andsome props such as the cast for after the accident.

This was why the lead was restricted tobeing a “girl” and not just a “child”.

Since the same traffic safety play was doneevery year, the costume was already decided.

It was a dress with a large ribbon and abrand-new red child’s backpack. That kind of lolita design was not something agirl Mutsuki’s age could wear. This one felt like a punishment, especially whencompared to the 4 doing the props and spotlight.

“Hmm~ A play sounds like fun, but a kid’sbackpack?”

Even ever-cheerful Saya looked unsure.

“You don’t need to worry about it,Kurikara. I’m not gonna ask you.”

“Why not?”

“Well, these clothes are for an elementaryschool girl.”

“?”

“So it’s way too small for-…ow, ow, ow!Don’t pinch! Don’t pinch!”

Sakae fled as she pulled on the inside of his upper arm (a human weak point).

“That’s not what I meant! An elementaryschool size wouldn’t work with someone as tall as you!”

“Oh, I get it now. Sorry, sorry.”

“G.o.d, what a violent girl. Whoever saidsomeone with a round face has a round heart had no idea what they were-…ow, ow,ow!”

Saya was really mad now, so Sakae fled withher in pursuit.

Mutsuki stared at the costumes and backpackleft on his desk.

(Yeah, wearing this at our age would be abit much…)

He could not help but think that eventhough he was not at risk as a boy.

There were two costumes: the kindergartenversion and the entrance ceremony version. They were both meant for kids.

The entrance ceremony one was not too bad.It was a dress with finely folded frills adorning the neck, sleeves, and skirt.With just the one ribbon, it was not too fancy, but it did have an elegant,gothic lolita design.

However, the kindergarten outfit wasprecisely that: a kindergarten uniform. It was a beige-ish yellow smock withshort sleeves and a long skirt.

It would be asking a lot for a girl theirage to wear one, even as a joke.

And as Sakae had pointed out, it was asmall size, so not just any girl would do.

And just as he wondered who could wear it…

“Hey, hey. Mutsuki-kun.”

“Hm?”

Lucia poked at his back from the seat behindhim.

“This is my first cultural festival, but isputting on this play all we do?”

“No. There’s plenty more. This just meanswe only need 5 people for the play our entire year is doing.”

“Hmm.”

The entire school took part in the culturalfestival, so how they partic.i.p.ated differed between years.

The elementary and middle school sectionsgenerally enjoyed the festival while the high school section ran the festival.The younger you were, the less work you had to do and the more you could walkaround and have fun. The older you were, the more you had to run refreshmentstands and stage productions. Of course, the clubs and individuals also hadtheir own booths.

“Then it doesn’t sound like there’s much wecan do together.”

Lucia sounded disappointed, but he leanedforward and rested his chin on Mutsuki’s shoulder. He seemed to want to dosomething in his first cultural festival, but he also did not seem interestedif it was not with Mutsuki.

That was when their homeroom teacherchecked the clock.

“Tomono, it’s about time.”

“Oh, right.”

And she instructed the cla.s.s rep to getgoing.

Sakae returned to the lectern, so Saya, whohad been lightly pummeling him, and everyone else returned to their seats.

“Okay, I’ll gather everyone’s opinions. Anyvolunteers to play the lead!?”

He raised his hand. Unsurprisingly, no oneelse did.

“Okay, that’s 0 volunteers. Anyrecommendations?”

He continued just as everyone had expected.

“Personally, I think we do have someonewho’s perfect for this role.”

“Eh?”

He scratched his chin like he had troublesaying it.

He had seemed so worried before, so Mutsukitilted his head. If they had someone perfect for the role, wasn’t it the cla.s.srep’s duty to ask them to do it?

As he thought that, Sakae suddenly lookedhis way.

No, not at Mutsuki but diagonally behindhim.

Everyone in the cla.s.sroom naturally lookedin the same direction. Including Mutsuki, Lucia, and Machina.

The only one who did not was the person whohad stared blankly out the window instead of taking part in the homeroomdiscussion.

“Eh? What?”

When she noticed everyone focused on her,she followed their gazes diagonally behind her, but only found a window.

After about 3 seconds, she realized theywere looking at her.

“Huh!?”

She kicked her chair back and stood up.

“Me!? Y-you want me to play the lead!?”

“Yeah.”

Sakae nodded. Half the cla.s.smates lookedlike they had expected this and the other half looked like they thought it wasa good idea.

“Jiyuuni would look good on the stage.”

“Ange-chan is cute.”

“And more importantly!! I want to see Ange-chanwearing a kiddie backpack!”

Ignoring Saya’s final comment, they allpraised the idea.

She was so small that the costume sizewould not be an issue. She might always look sullen, but she had the perfectbeauty for playing the lead role.

“Wha-? Wait…”

Ange was simply confused.

Since she naturally disliked humans and wasfar from sociable, only Mutsuki and people like Saya would talk to her, so shehad never expected to be singled out here.

“Ah ha ha ha. Go for it, go for it. It’sthe perfect part for you.”

Lucia was immediately on board when he sawAnge looking so troubled.

Katsue-sensei said nothing as a teacher,but she secretly grinned at seeing her enemy in a situation like this. Thecla.s.sroom’s consensus seemed to be settling on this answer.

“D-don’t be ridiculous!”

Sensing that, Ange shouted angrily.

“Don’t even try with this nonsense. Whyshould I have to do that?”

“Ehh? But I want to see you in a kiddiebackpack.”

“So do I.”

“Gh…”

Being friends could be a problem at timeslike this, so while the rest of the cla.s.s withered in front of the angry girl,Saya doubled down. As did Lucia who just wanted to cause trouble for the angel.

“I-I said…”

She was too strong-willed to just go withthe flow, but when the entire cla.s.s was looking her way, she had troublelooking them in the face and saying no.

Her eyes wandered in search of escape, butshe found no one, not even Mutsuki, to take her side.

Her eyes finally stopped on the seat infront of her.

“I-Ibekusa should do it!”

“?”

“I bet she would be good at memorizinglines. Ibekusa, you do it.”

She tried to rope someone else into it.

“…”

Machina looked taken aback at being draggedin as a scapegoat.

But that selection surprised everyone elseas well.

“Ibekusa…”

“Ibekusa-san…?”

“Wow, that would work too! Machi-nyan in akiddie backpack! I so wanna see that!”

Saya’s excitement spread through thecla.s.sroom and everyone started thinking they wanted to see it too.

Machina kept to herself so much that mostof the cla.s.s had never heard her speak, but since spring, everyone had learnedhow good looking she was.

That cute girl tended to blend into thebackground, so what would happen if she stood on the stage? Of course everyonewanted to see that.

Machina seemed hesitant, but she alsoseemed to sense what everyone wanted.

She briefly looked Mutsuki in the eye.While he did not say it out loud, the look on his face clearly said he wantedto see it too.

“If no one else is suitable, I can do it.”

She stood up just like Ange had.

“See!? That settles it. Ibekusa will do it.”

Ange immediately sat back down.

Now everyone in the cla.s.s was lookingMachina’s way.

Mutsuki wondered if he should help her getout of this, but he could not tell if the expressionless girl was opposed tothis idea. She did not seem intent on refusing, so would this settle it?

But then…

“Can Machi-nyan fit in the costume?”

Saya had wanted to see her in the backpackmore than anyone, but she still voiced her doubts.

Mutsuki looked at the costumes Sakae hadleft on his desk. They were fairly small and would have fit Ange perfectly, butMachina was medium height for the cla.s.s.

Machina hesitated a moment.

“I will try it on.”

She took the costume from Mutsuki’s desk.

She started with the glove-like cast sinceit was the easiest to try on. She had some difficulty moving with it on, but itwas not much of a problem.

Next she tried another one of the props.

“Nn…”

She put on the red backpack.

“…Ohh.”

Half the cla.s.s gasped.

Half the boys looked away and the otherhalf plus the girls blushed.

Oblivious, Machina tested her range ofmovement. But…

“…They’re so plump.”

Everyone nodded in agreement with Saya.This was out of the question.

The shoulder straps were meant for anelementary school kid, so they were too small for Machina and were much tootight around her shoulders and sides. This pulled her clothing back.

“???”

Machina looked confused by their reaction.

Gym clothes + a backpack would bemismatched enough on a normal elementary school student, but it was downrightcriminal on this more grown-up body.

The shirt was pulled tightly back againstthe weighty mounds on the front. And when your eyes focused on the sensualoutline of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, you naturally continued down to the raw and s.e.xuallines of her hips visible through her bloomers.

“…”

Mutsuki felt a bit like her bust belongedto him, so he wordlessly took the backpack from her.

“Ahem.”

Sensing an odd mood in the cla.s.sroom, Sakaecleared his throat to gather attention.

“Jiyuuni? Um, is there no way you can doit?”

He looked to Ange once more.

She blushed a little and seemed convincedthat Machina could not do it, but she still stubbornly shook her head.

She refused to let them continue, so Sakaesighed.

“Fine, then. We don’t have time, so we’llonly figure out the prop and light people today. …Mutsuki.”

“Eh?”

“I have something to ask you.”

Mutsuki never imagined his week ofequilibrium would be broken by this.

“Come in.”

After nervously knocking at the door, afamiliar voice answered.

Entering the Student Council Room wasenough to make any normal student nervous.

But it was even worse for Mutsuki.

“Hm?”

It was 6th period, so an officer woulddefinitely be there to receive cultural festival pet.i.tions.

Only Student Council President ShiroharaRen was there. She welcomed the visitor at the head of a long table.

“Do you need something?”

“Y-yes. I am from Cla.s.s 2-1. We would liketo ask for an extension on deciding our roles for the play.”

“Oh, that would be this form. Write youryear, cla.s.s number, cla.s.s rep’s name, and the reason you are requesting anextension.”

She pa.s.sed him a folded piece of paper anda pen. His heart pounded as he took them and filled out the indicated fields.

Since they could not decide on someone forthe lead today, they had to submit this request to the Student Council. Cla.s.sRep Sakae was still running the homeroom, so he had asked his friend Mutsuki totake care of this.

Mutsuki had been unable to refuse, but hehad not expected to be alone with Ren.

His hand trembled as he tried to write.

Ren did not seem to mind and organized somekind of paperwork.

As far as he could see, she was no morethan a diligent student. While he did sense the skilled aura of a charismaticStudent Council President, he could not see anything other than that.

There was no sign that she was FeTUSWitches Miss B.

“Are you done?”

“Eh? Oh, yes.”

He suddenly looked up and their eyes met. Hefelt his heart leap in his chest and handed her the filled-out form.

She barely looked at it before stamping it,tearing it along the fold, and handing him back half.

That completed the process. He could takeback that half.

Ren returned to her work without saying aword. That implicitly told him he could leave and he just about turned his back

But he could not just leave here.

He had wanted a chance to speak with herthis entire week…no, since the camping trip halfway through summer break. Andnow they were alone together, so he would not just leave.

“Um.”

He spoke to her and she looked up.

But now that he had his chance, he realizedhe had failed to think about what he should actually say.

His mind was blank. Should he ask about herconnection to FeTUS? But he did not know if she would answer and she might notlike being asked that. He agonized over all sorts of questions.

“Oh, right. The castella.”

“What?”

“Was it bitter melon? Yes, the bitter meloncastella from before was quite good.”

“Oh…”

She spoke first.

Before the camping trip, he had brought abitter melon castella to FeTUS headquarters.

Shirohara Ren, aka Miss B, made no attemptto hide she belonged to FeTUS.

At the same time, she guided him toward thetopic he had wanted to broach.

“Senpai…um, Lavriel-san, was it?”

He used the real name he had heard before.

Shirohara Ren…no, Miss B, aka Miss LavrielBaran, nodded and set down her pen and printout. She placed her elbows on thetable and folded her hands in front of her mouth.

That seemed to say “let’s talk”, so Mutsukifaced her more directly.

“Are you…part of FeTUS?”

“I am. Didn’t you hear from Miss E or MissC?”

“No. I only learned that when I saw youbefore and, um, it was a real shock.”

He spoke awkwardly.

But not because he was alone with someonefrom FeTUS, the human organization that opposed the angels.

…He was one-on-one with his first love. Ofcourse he was nervous.

“I see. Hee hee. I suppose Miss E isn’tgoing to talk. And Miss C might break the rules, but she wouldn’t want to bringme up if she didn’t have to.”

She had no intention of hiding it and shelaughed with amus.e.m.e.nt.

“Um… Then were you monitoring me lastyear?”

“I don’t like the way you put that, but Ican’t deny that I did end up effectively monitoring you. Because you had showedthe most promise of the Serpent’s Eye candidates we were aware of.”

“Is that so?”

“Was it unpleasant?”

“No.”

He shook his head.

He denied that, but there was definitedispleasure in the way he frowned and looked down.

“When you left…this spring…was that forFeTUS too?”

“No, that had to do with my family.”

“Your family? The Baran family then?”

“Yes. My little sister disappeared…and it’san embarra.s.sing issue, so I would prefer not to go into details.” Miss B hidher mouth behind her folded hands and spoke calmly. “Anyway, I had settled halfof that and j.a.pan happened to be a convenient location for the rest of thework, so I returned. Miss E had already taken over monitoring you, but I willresume that duty later.”

“You…will?”

“Is something the matter?”

She finally noticed the unpleasant look onhis face, so she peered at him doubtfully.

“No.”

Mutsuki spoke even more quietly than normal and looked the other way.

He tried to avoid her direct gaze.

“What is it?”

“…”

“If you have something to say, say it.”

A sharpness filled her calm voice, givingit the quality of an icy knife.

“…”

Mutsuki continued looking to the side withhis mouth shut, so silence fell over the room. It was an unpleasant atmospherethat felt like a sticky chill across his skin.

The first one to give in was Ren. Hereyebrows sharply rose.

“I have no idea what you want to say, but…”

“What’s taking you, Mutsuki!?”

But her irritated voice was drowned out by a sudden intrusion.

Ange burst through the door withoutknocking. Machina stood behind her.

“How long can it possibly take to get aprintout? Take too long and everyone will start the final homeroo-…ah.”

She immediately noticed the odd atmosphereenveloping the room. Mutsuki was facing a member of FeTUS, the organizationthat opposed the angels, so Ange quickly moved to stand in front of him.

The angel glared at the girl with her azureeyes and Ren sent her sharp gaze back since she was already irritated.

But that only lasted an instant.

“…Go. You’ve finished what you came here todo.”

She withdrew the sharp look in her eyes andsat back down.

The touchy situation had been defused. Angecould be confrontational, but she was not reckless enough to try anything withMachina, another witch, present.

She pulled on Mutsuki’s hand and turnedaround. But…

“I will say one thing.”

After sitting down and proving she had nohostile intent, Miss B called out to their backs.

“The biggest reason I returned to j.a.pan wasto strengthen our ability to fight back against the angels who caused suchsevere damage to FeTUS with Metatron.”

Ange turned back around and briefly gaspedat the icy glare coming from the seated girl.

The look in Miss B’s eyes was enough tomake the strongest angel flinch.

“I will never forgive the person whodestroyed our headquarters, set back our research, and harmed my teach-…harmedMiss A.”

“…”

“Remember this.”

Those final words were cold.

Ange tried to snap back, but Machinastepped forward first. She stood between Ren and Ange to block their clashinggazes.

Ange had no choice but to fall back now,and any further confrontation was avoided.

Metatron Ange had delivered a serious blowto FeTUS.

And FeTUS’s strongest knight, Miss B, hadbeen absent at the time.

The angels and FeTUS had an implicitlyunderstood truce, but a new bud of discord was growing.

And…

Mutsuki had moved to stop the conflictbefore, but he only watched on now.

“Is this where you wanted to go?”

“Yes.”

Two girls had come to get Mutsuki, but theyseemed to be taking care of some other work at the same time. After leaving theroom, Ange and Machina split up.

Ange returned to the cla.s.sroom to take theextension request form to Sakae. Machina was putting up the backpack andcostumes. Mutsuki decided to stick with the one who had the more difficult job,so he helped Machina carry the costumes.

The costumes would need to go to the dramaclub’s storeroom, but they went to the infirmary first.

“The bandages on the cast are old, so I wastold to get new ones.”

She removed the old and yellowed bandagesfrom the prop cast.

Doctor Shiromiya, the school doctor, wasnot there, but Machina knew where to find the bandages. She opened the cabinetabove the sink and pulled out some new ones.

There were no other students there, soMutsuki sat down on an open bed since he had nothing better to do. Then he laydown.

“…Sigh.”

He sighed deeply.

“What’s the matter?”

As she wrapped the new bandages around thecast, Machina realized he wanted her to speak to him. He sighed more quietlybefore answering.

“Ibekusa-san…you’re here to monitor me,aren’t you?”

“…I am.”

“I see.”

A long while back – and in fact in thisvery room – he had just learned she was part of FeTUS, so he had pulled her outof swimming cla.s.s and asked her about it.

The girl tilted her head, wondering why hewould be asking this now.

The boy covered his face with his hands.

“So you’re the same as Shirohara-senpai…”

“?”

“You really see me as ‘the person with theSerpent’s Eye’ and not ‘Fujita Mutsuki’.”

“…”

Machina fell quiet as she realized why hewas in such a bad mood.

Mutsuki kept his expression hidden.

The most unpleasant part of it all was thatShirohara Ren and Ibekusa Machina were both girls he had already had feelingsfor. One was his first love and the other someone he had been developingsimilar feelings for.

If he had met them through the Serpent’sEye as he had with Ange or Lucia, he would not have felt this way. He neverwould have met those two if not for the Serpent’s Eye.

But he had fallen in love with those twobefore he knew anything about FeTUS or the Serpent’s Eye, so things weredifferent.

He felt like someone had rubbed dirt allover his feelings for them.

But he could not direct his anger towardanyone in particular. He never would have met those two without the Serpent’sEye any more than he would have Ange or Lucia. The frustration was purelyemotional.

“What…am I?”

He had no target for his humiliation andirritation, so they came off like bitter complaints.

“I was born with the Serpent’s Eye, sothere’s no use complaining about that. But…”

“…”

“…I feel like I’m not living my own life.”

He felt ashamed of the words as soon asthey left his mouth, so he squished his heated cheeks between his hands. Hefelt like an idiot for complaining like this to a girl he had feelings for.

But he could not stop himself. Even when heheld his tongue, a sad sigh left his mouth.

He had never thought he was this pathetic.And that only accelerated the worries filling his chest.

“That isn’t true.”

But those worries were soon stopped.

The bed creaked and he felt a warm softnesson his elbow. He looked up from between his fingers and saw Machina sittingnext to him and looking down at him.

She placed her fingers in his messy hairand gently stroked his head.

“We did approach you for the Serpent’s Eye.That is the truth.”

“Yeah…”

“But you sometimes betrayed ourexpectations, sometimes betrayed the angels’, and sometimes betrayed thedemons’. That is what created the current situation. That is undeniably youraccomplishment, Fujita-kun, not the Serpent’s Eye’s.”

“…”

“If anyone but you had the Serpent’s Eye,then at the very least, we in FeTus would have already been destroyed.”

He sensed no ulterior motive behind hercomforting words. The girl simply spoke the truth and he felt like his eyes hadbeen opened.

“And I…do not like hearing you say that.”Machina closed her eyes a little. “Because our lives belong to you.”

“…!”

The boy finally realized just howinsensitive his words had been, so he quickly straightened up.

He had claimed to not be living his ownlife, but it was they who were not living their own lives.

They were using their school life tomonitor the boy with the Serpent’s Eye. That was true of Machina, ShiroharaRen, Katsue-sensei, Ange, Micha, and Lucia.

Just how many people were supporting thispeaceful life of his? He thought his cheeks would burst into flames as hethought back on his ignorant complaints from just a few minutes earlier.

Luckily, his bright red face was hidden.

“Hwah…”

Machina hugged the boy after hestraightened up.

She buried his face in the chest of the gymclothes with her name written on them. Her cleavage was deep, so the confusedboy’s entire face was out of view.

The girl then mussed his hair that was nowbelow her chin.

“…Well?”

“Ahp. W-well what?”

“Kurikara-san really likes when I do thisto her head. What about you, Fujita-kun?”

She rubbed his head with a gentle hand.

He realized he had often seen Machinabrushing Saya’s hair at the other girl’s request in the few days since theopening ceremony. This seemed to be similar.

Mutsuki was unsure how to answer herquestion.

Her slender and somewhat chilly fingersrubbed his scalp through his hair.

Even the inside of his head felt nice, sohe could see why Saya kept asking for it.

And with his face firmly planted betweenher soft b.r.e.a.s.t.s, each breath tickled his nose with the sweet scent of a girl.

His head and face felt good.

“Um…”

“Relax.”

“Ahh…”

She was treating him like a baby. This wasnot something he wanted the girl he liked to do to him, so he tried to resist.

But his body relaxed against his will.

The taciturn and expressionless girl’sfingertips were as gentle as a mother cat grooming her kitten.

“Ibekusa-san…”

As the bell rang signaling the end of thefinal homeroom, their bodies were pressed together.

Mutsuki’s mind was fuzzy. Shirohara Ren,the Serpent’s Eye, and everything else seemed to melt away like he wasdreaming.

He could only think about indulging inMachina…

“?”

Mutsuki was the first to notice somethingwas not right.

As he rubbed his face against her b.r.e.a.s.t.shard enough that his nose reached the bottom of the valley, he heard a wetsound from a strange place.

From the peak of the two small mountains.

He looked up and noticed two slight stainson the nametag pressed tightly against the mounds. He tried touching them.

“Nn…”

The girl’s back trembled.

Instead of the softness of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, hefelt the intense springiness of her nipples below the stains.

He furthered his investigation by pinchingthose tips.

A warm dampness seeped out.

He brought it to his nose and found it wasalmost odorless. It did have a slight smell of protein.

He licked it and found it was tasteless butfelt smoother on the tongue than water.

“Breast milk?”

“…?”

Machina did not seem aware she was producing it, so she only looked puzzled.

“L-let me see.”

“O-okay.”

She was partially confused by thesuddenness of it all and she was partially embarra.s.sed by his request to “see”.Machina placed a hand on the bed while ensuring no one was around. Goldenthreads raced over to the room’s door like magic and locked both it and thewindows. Then she closed the curtain to hide the bed.

“…Nn.”

She pulled up the front of her gym shirt.

Machina generally did not dress up, but herunderwear was always oddly cute. Her bra today was a light blue half cup and itwas somewhat damp with sweat.

And the part pressing against her nippleswas especially wet.

“I’ll be removing that, okay?”

Their size was always impressive, but hewas more impressed by the dampness this time. After getting permission, heundid the front hook.

The bra cups were quite large, but theystill must have been restraining her t.i.ts. With their bonds removed, the whitemelons bounced free.

The moisture on the tip flew through theair.

They were not quite erect, but the nippleswere still colored a delicious pink. Mutsuki was hesitant to touch them rightaway, so he grabbed them from the outer edge of the areolae.

And he lightly squeezed.

“Ahn…”

As his fingers dug in, lines of white sprayed from the light pink points.

It was definitely breast milk. Mutsuki hada much younger sister, so he had seen his mother breast feeding when he wasabout halfway through elementary school.

“Have you been…lactating? You haven’t,right?”

“No, um, it suddenly started now.”

Machina was as confused as he was.

“…”

Unsure what to do, they both fell silentfor a while.

“…Hwah.”

Finally, Mutsuki resumed his investigationwithout asking her permission.

The tip of those beautiful mounds perkilypointed forward. He lifted one in his hand and hesitantly placed the bud in hismouth as it dripped white extract.

He did not even need to suck. Rolling itaround with his tongue was sufficient.

(Wow, it came out.)

The very tip of the perfectly stiffenedprotrusion had a crater-like indentation. The human spray came from the pinhole-likeopening even further in the center.

It came out as a single stream, but itwould separate into several sprays in midair, so he would choke on it if he wasnot careful.

He covered it with his tongue.

“…Hhn…ahh.”

When he pressed his soft tongue over thenipple, Machina uttered a nasal gasp.

The boy rolled the nipple around with histongue while sucking on the entire areola.

A faintly fragrant spray burst from theflesh indentation. A milky liquid also welled up in the small slit in the otherbreast.

“It’s kind of sweet. It’s kind oflike…melon juice?”

He naturally began with taste in his investigation of the sudden change to thegirl’s body.

A sweet extract something like hot milkspread through his mouth. He also sensed a raw female scent not found in cowmilk.

It was smooth on his tongue, oddly mild inthis throat, and addictively flavorful.

“Nn…nn.”

He really began sucking now.

Her nipple was an extremely light pink foran Asian, but it seductively gained color as it grew erect from his sucking.

The more erect it grew, the more forcefullythe milk squirted out. He had to slow down to not choke on it.

“Oh, I can’t let this go to waste.”

“Eh? …Ahn.”

The mammary glands were linked, so when thelactation in one breast increased, it did the same in the other.

Mutsuki could not bear to watch the milkdrip down onto the bed, so he placed the other nipple in his mouth. He lickedup the milk that was dripping down the large round t.i.t and then began sucking.

“Nn… Fujita-kun…if you suck that hard…”

Machina generally did not fight anything hedid, so she only raised a trembling voice when he began pecking at an area thathad not received any stimulation yet.

While alternately sucking from one then theother nipple, he also squeezed both b.r.e.a.s.t.s hard enough for his fingers to digin, naturally increasing the sensitivity of the entire mounds.

“Ahh…”

The girl uttered a sweet moan as if she hadsaliva coating her vocal cords and she leaned back. Like she wanted to escapethe shame. Like she was offering her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to him.

“Ah…n. Ahh…Fujita-kun…”

Machina had initially been moaning aboutthe feeling of him rolling her nipples around, but as the amount of juicessurging out grew, a change came to her expression.

She bit her lower lip and wrinkled herbrow.

The change was all the more vivid becauseher expression was usually so calm.

She exposed her white throat, stuck hersmall nose out in odd directions, and…

“Ah…hh…nn…”

“…Nn.”

She arched her back, pushing heraccentuated bust into Mutsuki’s face.

As he stroked them between his lips, thesmall protrusions grew into nearly cylindrical shapes. They were like tubesmeant to more efficiently let the cream out.

Those beaks made their presence known bytrembling slightly. And when he lightly bit them…

“…Hahhhhn.”

The trembling spread to the girl’s entirebody.

In the name of investigating her mysteriouslactation, Mutsuki had become lost in the sweet flavor and feminine scent, butthere was no missing that reaction.

“Ibekusa-san, does it feel good when I suckyour milk?”

“Eh? …N-no, it…”

Suck~

“Ahhhhh…n.”

The girl arched her back and screamed.

And the s.e.xual note to her voice wasundeniable.

“It does feel good, doesn’t it?”

Mutsuki grinned mischievously and asked herthat without releasing the nipple from his mouth.

“I-I don’t know.”

Machina looked embarra.s.sed as she shook hercurly hair and looked away.

She seemed truly baffled by the change toher own b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Both the milk and the sensation coming from them.

Mutsuki was tired of moving back and forthbetween the mounds, so he used their elegantly symmetrical size to gather themin the center and place both tips in his mouth.

“Ahhhhh…”

When he pecked at both puffily erectareolae at once, the girl could no longer restrain her voice.

Her heart and body were both confused by theunexplained lactation. The collected warmth ran through the mammary glands anderupted from the sensitively erect openings. That sequence filled her skin witha throbbing heat around her nipples.

Heated breaths left her slack mouth.

Mutsuki chuckled when he saw it.

“We can’t have this, Ibekusa-san. Your bodywas lewd enough already, but now you’re producing lewd milk and you get off to being milked?”

He rubbed his hips against her defenselessly sprawled out legs.

They both wore their gym clothes for the culturalfestival preparations. That meant white shorts for a boy and bloomers for agirl. He rubbed his erection against her bare thigh through the thin fabric ofhis shorts.

“Ah… I’m not lewd.”

“You are. Incredibly so. Let’s not forgethow you showed off your plump body to everyone back in the cla.s.sroom. Afterthat, every boy in the cla.s.s is going to jerk off to your t.i.ts tonight.”

“…I-I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late to apologize now. I wantedthe size and lewdness of your t.i.ts to be my secret.”

This girl was always reserved, so shenaturally stimulated the slight sadism inside the boy. He rolled her softb.r.e.a.s.t.s around even more roughly and pressed his canine teeth into her areolae.

“Ahh! …Nn, hh…ahh.”

The way Machina did not complain onlystimulated him further.

He had controlled all of her s.e.xualpleasure since she had lost her virginity, so she had a habit of matching herlevel of arousal to his.

Pressing his erection against her thigh wasenough for her to wiggle her hips. Her body recalled the sensation of havingthat pierce her v.a.g.i.n.a and stir up the flesh within as it pumped in and out.

His s.a.d.i.s.tic attack on her nipples inspireda m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic pleasure inside her.

“You’re sweating. Even your smell is lewd.”

“D-don’t say that.”

“But it’s the truth. …You smell like milk.Ibekusa-san, that milky smell is really raw or animalistic and it smells reallylewd when it mixes with your sweat.”

“Ah…ah.”

“Such shameful t.i.ts.”

He again sucked at them both at once.

He forgot all about his original objectiveand seriously worked at caressing her. He rubbed along her slender waist anddown to the slim b.u.t.t below her bloomers. His erection was still pressedagainst her thighs.

“Ah…no. Don’t touch me…there. Ahn.”

He transferred his male body heat to herhipline and crotch with the persistence of an obscene tentacle.

Her body shook horribly. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.stwisted like they were trying to escape his grasp and even more milk erupted asif from two tiny hoses.

“Pfh. You’re shooting out way too muchmilk, Ibekusa-san. I can’t drink it all.”

He had trouble breathing with all the milksquirting out as if from a geyser.

He briefly removed his mouth from them, butthat did not stop the eruption. The warm, obscene-smelling extract splatteredon his face.

And that felt like a waste.

“It keeps getting thicker… Heh heh. Will itstop if I milk it all out?”

“Ahhhhhn.”

He squeezed around the pink tips hardenough to change the elegantly streamlined shape of her bust.

He crudely milked her like she was a cow.

The white lines that flowed out fell to thebed and sometimes got on the curtain.

“I’ll milk you dry of this lewd milk,Ibekusa-san.”

“Ah…n. Fujita-kun, you mustn’t…”

“But I have to. It’s your body’s fault forbeing so lewd and having such plump t.i.ts and a.s.s.”

“I’m not…lewd…ahh.”

He squeezed with the hand on her b.u.t.t. Hecould feel the flesh of her b.u.t.t even through her bloomers.

That sensation aroused him, so he stuck hisfingers in through the leg hole digging into her thigh. He groped thatroundness that was even more resilient than her bust and felt like a waterballoon full of warm water.

“Ah, ahn. No, not so rough.”

“You say that, but it’s so damp in here. Isthis all sweat? No, it isn’t. It’s reached as far back as your a.n.u.s and it’smuch stickier than sweat.”

“Heeee!

The fingers squeezing her b.u.t.t finallyreached the hottest area at the bottom of the center.

The boy had had teased her a.n.u.s a few timesbefore and it knew the taste of his d.i.c.k, so it had developed into a propererogenous zone that produced an obscene heat. The girl wrinkled her brow whenhe simply touched it.

“Ha ha♪ It’s getting rea

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