Chapter 34: Punishment Game – Part 3
“I’m next then.”
After the second round of her punishment game came to an end, Megumi left the chair.
Just as Kyouya was reclining his exhausted body on the chair, Mao quietly sat on the chair opposite to his looking as if she was expecting something from him.
“Sorry?”
“I just told you. Next is my turn.”
“Sorry?”
Kyouya was perplexed.
What are you saying? I don’t speak presidentese very well.
He turned to Megumi, seeking help.
“Um, well, it was just Megumi-chan… right?”
“This guy! I can’t feel a shred of good faith in him! He’s not feeling like apologizing at all!”
“Why do I have to apologize to you?”
“Come on, it’s fine! We’re taking turns, otherwise it’s unfair! Oh, is that it? Just because I’m your senior you’re going to discriminate me!? I object to this seniority discrimination!”
“You lost me.”
“Fine, let’s do it like this then, next is my turn and in return I’ll give you one of my acorns.”
“No thanks.”
“A-are you saying you won’t do it for less than a cicada sh.e.l.l? You’re quite stubborn, huh? Alright, I’ll settle for that.”
“I’m telling you, no thanks.”
Severing eye contact with Mao, Kyouya turned to face the other two.
“Come on, won’t you two say somethi…”
As soon as he saw them, he froze.
Their chairs had been put side by side, forming a line. Shion and Kirara sat on them in expectation.
“Er… Shion-san? Kirara?”
Shion quickly averted her gaze, feigning ignorance. Kirara sat like a dog on the chair, looking as if she might even start wagging a tail.
They’re hopeless.
“Change of rules then. Everybody gets their turn!”
Megumi proposed, giggling.
Without losing her angelic smiled, she’d changed the rules.
“Good luck, Shinomiya-kun. I’ll be heating up some water. I’ll make you some caramel macchiato for your throat.”
Kyouya averted his eyes from Megumi’s smile.
He sighed.
And so he turned towards Mao.
“Alright… here I go.”
“Loud and clear, okay?”
The president waited for him to start with sparkles in her eyes.
Somehow things had gotten out of hand.
“President, president, president, president, president, president, president, president, president, president…”
Mao was sitting politely looking almost like a french doll.
“President, president, president, president, president, president, president, president, president, president…”
She was listening to him with with a bright and affable smile.
She was definitely up to something.
“President, president, president, president, president, president, president, president, president, president…”
Kyouya wanted to put and end it quickly. He put as many repet.i.tions as he could in each breath and uttered them as quickly as he could.
“~~~~~~~~~~”
“(Omitted)”
“~~~~~~~~~~”
“President, president, president, president, president, president, president, president, president, president…”
That was the 99th repet.i.tion.
The next one was going to be the last one.
“Presideeent! There! That’s exactly 100 times!”
How’s that for you? Was all he thought in his pride.
He’s made no mistakes in counting. It had been perfect.
However, Mao was still smiling.
Kyouya was taken by a bad presentiment.
“Sure, but you know…”
The girl opened his mouth without breaking her smile.
“My name is not ‘President’, it’s Mao.”
Kyouya dropped his shoulders in defeat.
“I want to hear it 100 times.”
He had 100 h.e.l.ls waiting for him.
Kyouya: “My throat hurts.“
Mao: “So good!“
Shion: “Hmm, it’s good.“
Megumi: “They’re really tasty.“