or < the="" royal="" witch="">. I’m sure you noticed that I don’t sound very sure of myself. That’s because while I’m sure of her existence, I can only vaguely remember those t.i.tles, and not her name or appearance.”If Shizuno is really the reincarnation of that witch, Moroha would like to apologize for his amnesia.
Just like how he apologized to Satsuki.
After saying his piece, Moroha remained silent.
Silently waiting for Shizuno’s reply.
“My apologies. For a while now I don’t really follow what you were trying to say.” And, Shizuno denied him again.
“Is that so? All right then.”
Since he is getting nowhere with his inquiries, then it must be his misunderstanding then.
Wanting to apologize is only fulfilling his self-gratification.
(My apologies. Please forget what I said.) When Moroha wanted to say that——
“I heard about this before. If someone said “Have we met before”, be careful of being accosted,” Shizuno serenely said.
“Wait. Stop. I don’t have that kind of meaning.”
Don’t destroy the mood! Return to me my sweet feelings of sorrows! Moroha wanted to protest.
Then, he saw the small smile on her face, and realized—— she’s joking.
“You are quite the joker, aren’t you?” complained Moroha.
“You are really a strange guy.”
“That’s wrong. It’s the reverse, right?. You are the strange person here.”
“That’s so impolite. I’m a very normal girl.”
“No. I’ve never met a girl as strange as you…..ever.”
“How can a strange person like you say that?”
“Okay. Let’s stop this endless looping argument.”
Moroha then bitterly left to look for his cla.s.sroom.
For some reason Shizuno, who originally intended to be late also left her seat.
Curious, Moroha chose to remain silent. Along with the similarly silent Shizuno, the two of them, without any conversation, walked side by side to the cla.s.sroom.
That was what happened just recently.
And the self-introductions came to an end. The awoken Shizuno and the ambitionless Moroha successfully go through their turn with short sentences. The last number, Satsuki, was willing to go through a second turn, but she could only retreat (with teary eyes) in the face of the cla.s.s rage.
After that, Tanaka conveyed some other cla.s.s matters and the cla.s.s meeting adjourned.
That’s also the end of the school day for that day. The time is just barely past noon.
As Akane Academy is a boarding school, you can just go back to the hostels for meals.
Moroha is preparing to go back for lunch after stuffing the distributed lecture materials into his bag.
“A moment of your time?”
Moroha raised his head at Shizuno.
Something interesting seems to be happening on the 1st day, thus everyone is taking quick glances at the two of them. Unnoticed by Moroha, Satsuki is also perking her ears at their directions.
While Moroha is wondering what Shizuno is up to, he waited patiently for her to continue.
“Do you have time after this?”
“Sorry. Since I’m in high school now I was thinking of looking for a part-time job after this.”
It’s a shame, but he had to turn down Shizuno’s invitation.
Earn your own pocket money. You are not a man if you do not understand that.
“It’s against the school rules to have a part-time job.”
“What?”
His worth as a man was destroyed suddenly.
“d.a.m.n it…..”
Moroha cursed as he digs into his uniform pocket, looking for the student handbook to check the school regulations.
Instead, his fingers touched a cold metallic object.
“Ah right,” said Moroha as he took out the object.
It is a student ID Tag made of metal.
Carved on the surface is the Academy name, Moroha’s name, gender and student number.
Instead of a typical student handbook with an ID page, Akane Academy instead issued this ID Tag to the students.
When Moroha received his, he was somewhat p.i.s.sed at the militarization of that common item. Now that he remembers the feeling again, it’s a double whammy on his psyche.
“It seems like some free time had cleared up.”
Moroha kept the ID Tag with disappointment.
“So then, please go out on a date with me?” Shizuno asked in a calm voice.
At that bombsh.e.l.l, the other cla.s.smates started whispering to each other. Like watching a show they are waiting for Moroha’s reply. Satsuki is pulling at her hair in frustration.
Moroha, ignoring the surroundings, replied: “Sorry, I’m broke.”
A cold wind seems to blow through the cla.s.sroom.
Still, this is his true current financial state.
Another more practical reason why he wanted to find part-time work is because he’s poor.
“My treat?”
“No. I cannot allow that.”
“It’s common courtesy for the host to treat the invited.”
“If it is common courtesy, isn’t it the guy who has to pay?”
“Are you trying to tactfully decline my invite?”
“No. If possible I would like to accept.”
Being asked on a date by a beauty——you are not a man if you remained unmoved.
“Then, let’s go. I’m interested in you. Don’t look at my appearance; I’ve so much money that I can casually throw them into the drain. Just accompany me.”
“Even 1 yen is still money. Don’t waste it.”
Moroha felt a bit unhappy at her casualness towards money.
Shizuno blinked her eyes at his tone.
Surprisingly, not with an expressionless face.
After thinking a bit, she readily admitted her mistake: “I’m sorry. My words were phrased wrongly.”
Thinking (Do you really understand?), Moroha said:
“A date with you should be worth plenty.”
“Don’t degrade the feeling, now.”
Shizuno’s enchanting dimples appeared again. Is it really that fun to make fun of people?
“The money spent during serious talks and enjoyable chatting is definitely not a waste, don’t you think?”
“Still, I can’t say I’m happy being treated alone.”
“Your personality is so hard to handle.”
Shizuno looked upwards as if to appeal to the sky.
The guys around them are whispering fiercely to each other, “Is that guy an idiot?” “Why is he hesitating over such a beauty? What a pity.” “What is there to complain about? Let me replace him.”
Also, they have been staring at Shizuno’s chest.
Staring at those full orbs that will shake with any soft movements. That won’t change shape even when standing upright.
Everyone is guessing that the sticky situation between the two of them should continue for a while yet, but——
“Isn"t it obvious that he dislikes you? A persistent woman will be hated!”
A third party entered the fray.
It’s Satsuki who had been observing the situation intensely with increasingly bloodshot eyes.
Without hesitation, she stalked towards them and parked herself on the opposite side of Shizuno, directly across Moroha’s table.
She definitely does not look serene.
(Oi, is she going to flare again?)
The seated Moroha is looking alternatively at the 2 of them. He felt cold sweat breaking out across his brows.
Satsuki is coldly laughing softly on one side and staring challengingly at Shizuno.
In comparison, Shizuno——
“Haimura-kun, about that date……”
“Why are you ignoring meeeeeeeee!” Protested Satsuki at Shizuno who won’t even spare a look at her.
Shizuno looks at Satsuki as if seeing her for the first time.
“Who might you be?”
“Ranjou Satsuki! Didn’t we have introductions just now?”
“I fell asleep, so I didn’t hear.”
“Listen to others carefully. I did pay attention to your introduction!”
“It’s fine not to pay attention to mine.”
“Please make an effort to build social bridges!”
“I was born anti-social.”
Compare to Satsuki who is mindlessly yapping away like a petulant puppy, Shizuno is effortlessly countering her.
“Enough!” Satsuki squeezed out that single word between her clenched teeth, and turned to glare at Moroha.
“Go out and play with me today!”
The spoiled demand from a cute younger sister—— it can only be describe as thus. Although her expression and voice cannot be described as polite, it’s the kind of casual, familiar communication between family members. Yes, putting aside the fact that she does not look like a younger sister, Satsuki also does not feel like a stranger to Moroha anymore.
Moroha nodded his head, and replied:
“Sorry. I already have a date.” He casually reached over to hold Shizuno’s sleeve.
“Onii-sama, you traitorrrrrrrrrr!”
Moroha leaked out a small voice when he was grabbed on his collar by Satsuki, who had on a really scary and terrible expression.
“Didn’t you just reject a date with this girl? If so, you should be free now right? Go out and play with me!”
“That’s just a breakdown in negotiation due to the lack of funds. Due to the same reasons, I cannot turn around and go out happily with you too.”
(If I do that, then I really will be a dishonest traitor), Moroha thought.
“Hummuuu muuuu muuuuuuu……” Satsuki reluctantly released Moroha, and ground her teeth angrily.
“Don’t you stand there and gloat with no expressions.”
Satsuki swung towards Shizuno, and talked condescendingly at her:
“You are Urushibara right? You must have some guts to have ignored me just now.”
“By the way, what’s your relationship with Haimura-kun?” Asked Shizuno.
“Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho!” Satsuki happily declared:
“Moroha and I were together in our past lives. Not only were we true siblings, we will lovingly call each other names, like [Salacia——] or [Fraga♥]. Do you know that for both of us to reunite after reincarnation, the odds of that happening is a number so astronomically impossible that it doesn’t exist yet in this dimension. THUS, the two of us are tied together by the red threads of fate so tightly that you will never comprehend it. HO HO HO HO HO!”
“Wahhhhh….” The surrounding cla.s.smates shouted in surprise.
“That really shocked me.” “It’s like a miracle.” “That’s so romantic.”
Everyone started their discussions with this [I’m so touched] look on them.
“……Is that true?” Shizuno asked and Moroha nodded his head.
Still, Shizuno silently asked Moroha with her clear beautiful eyes, “What’s going on?”
(Ummmm……?”)
Moroha cannot seem to explain himself easily. Satsuki just declared that the two of them were together previously, and Moroha confirmed it. If this is true, then this topic would end right here and now.
BUT ——
If Shizuno is also with him previously, then he is the Witch’s companion too. For Shizuno who is not aware of Moroha’s memories of two lives, it’s not strange for her to have reasonable doubts on Satsuki’s claims.
(Weren’t you lying just now too?) Accuses Moroha with his eyes.
Shizuno casually shifts her eyes away.
Maybe it’s her conscience, but she does look a bit guilty and a bit upset. As if she is holding in several painful secrets.
Satsuki, not catching the delicate mood between them, makes a shooing motion.
“So we have lots of things to talk about. For the stranger who we just met, please stand to one side. Shoo, Shoo.”
Ever expressionless, but a vein started pulsing at Shizuno’s temper.
“….No matter your methods, I will not stand aside.”
Although Shizuno’s language use is not really correct, her determination is conveyed to the surroundings.
In the face of Satsuki’s taunts, she swiftly set out to show her strength.
Shizuno grabbed hard onto the seated Moroha’s head and pulled him towards her.
And hugged his face into her overabundant chest.
(OHHHHHHHH!) The students watching the show became noisy over this new development.
Satsuki’s face is now stiffened in pure rage, and one of her eyebrows is twitching uncontrollably.
Moroha is stunned speechless.
His whole face is surrounded by a mythical softness.
Even if it’s through the uniform, or further through the bra, the sensation is undeniable. Shizuno’s b.r.e.a.s.t.s are supremely bouncy as she capriciously rolled Moroha’s face within them.
This way, Shizuno’s b.r.e.a.s.t.s and Moroha’s head are tightly wedged together with no gap between them. Even so, it’s not to the extent that there will be difficulties in breathing, but a full sensory experience of the charms of that bouncy softness.
If this is not Shangri-La, then what could it be?
“Moroha….What are you doing……?”
From Moroha’s back came this soft deceptive voice from Satsuki. It appeared that she is not condemning the perpetrator [Shizuno], but the victim [Moroha].
“Ahgiganb.u.manyging.” (I didn’t do anything).
Moroha wanted to convey his innocence. But with his face stuck into Shizuno’s chest, he is not able to speak clearly.
“Oh….Is it really that comfortable?”
(What did you actually think you heard?) Moroha shakes his head side-by-side in denial.
The b.r.e.a.s.t.s pressed against him shook violently.
“Ah~.”
Shizuno leaked out a sweet yet anguished sound.
“ONII-SAMA YOU IDIOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Satsuki is raging like a little kid.
“Hentai! Sukebe! Pervert! How dare you do this kind of thing in front of everyone? Do you love it? Do you really love b.r.e.a.s.t.s that much? Are you even willing to suffer capital punishment just for b.r.e.a.s.t.s???!!!!”
As Satsuki talked rapidly, she grabbed hold of his back and started shaking him strongly.
On a side note, for Satsuki to be this fl.u.s.tered and condemning, it’s probably due to the perception that her beloved brother is being s.n.a.t.c.hed away. In the right circ.u.mstances, she should be a tender and loving individual to her loves.
But, Moroha’s head is still squeezed between Shizuno’s melons.
With Satsuki’s rocking, Moroha’s head is forced back. When that happened, the tightly compressed flesh bounced back to their original shape, then compressed again, then released again. The situation is getting worst.
What kind of Play is this? The sensory overloaded Moroha is starting to feel strange.
Moroha lightly taps Shizuno’s side to request for release.
But, Shizuno continue to hug his head tightly, even increasing her strength.
“That’s enough, Urushibara! Don’t you feel any shame at using a women’s weapon?”
Satsuki finally turned her wrath on Shizuno.
“It’s better for you to be quiet since you don’t possess any.”
“Of course I have them! A woman’s weapons!”
Satsuki stopped her shaking, and slapped her right hand onto her chest.
Slapped her right hand onto that relatively～ flat chest compared to other girls her own age.
Shizuno, still hugging Moroha’s head, looked at Satsuki’s chest for a long moment.
“….I’m sorry, I said something insensitive.”
“DON’T APOLOGISE SINCERELY AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
“….Right. There are some things that can be said and cannot be said.”
“I’M NOT THAT PATHETIC AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Do not worry. We are still in our growing phase.”
“I DON’T WANT YOUR PITY AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
Shizuno, looking sincerely apologetic, looked away while Satsuki stamped her leg in angry protest.
“It’s fine. I lend him to you for a while.” Shizuno let go of Moroha.
(I’m saved.)
Moroha greedily sucked fresh air as he is finally released.
“He’s not your belonging. I’ll deal with you later.”
Moroha’s head is now jerked towards Satsuki, and buried into her chest.
“How…How….How is it, Moroha? Is…is…..is it com…com….comfortable? Please check out the capability of a woman’s weapon, although we are siblings, so you do not have to hold back! Although it’s embarra.s.sing, I will bear with it. Please heal my injured feminine pride, Onii-sama!” Looks like she is serious about her rage and compet.i.tiveness towards Shizuno. Red faced, she looks like she is throwing her everything into hugging Moroha’s head hard.
“It hurt, it hurts! The ribbing, the ribbing hurts.”
Moroha screamed in pain.
He meant “The rows of hard b.u.t.tons rubbing against my face hurts.” Satsuki is still a girl. Even if her b.r.e.a.s.t.s is not big, the unique softness belonging to a girl’s chest is still there.
“ARE YOU SAYING MY CHEST IS RIBBED LIKE A WASHING BOARD!!!!!!!!!”
Satsuki blew her top when she misunderstood.
It’s scary when things get lost in translation.
In pain yet surround by softness, Moroha can be described as half-enjoying and half-suffering.
Why is he dragged into this dispute on the first day of school?
Originally intending to return to the hostels, many of the cla.s.smates sat engrossed as if watching a blockbuster movie. Even students from other cla.s.ses walking past are sticking their head in.
The crowd is getting bigger.
“Using his face to measure the size of girls’ b.r.e.a.s.t.s, how enviable.” “Plus the two of them are cute….” “Is he a n.o.ble from somewhere?” From the spectators PoV, it is truly a scene of two girls fighting over a boy.
It’s h.e.l.l.
Truly a scene worth watching.
“Enough is enough!”
Moroha pushed away Satsuki’s encircling arms and finally regained his freedom.
“Didn’t I tell you to refrain from actions that will decrease your value as a girl? Don’t pretend to be dumb now!”
Moroha scolded Shizuno first, and then turned on Satsuki: “You are banned from talking about your b.r.e.a.s.t.s! Do you hear me!?”
“Um.”
“Onii-sama is always scolding me.”
Shizuno reluctantly agreed while Satsuki started complaining.
“In addition, don’t drag me into a fight between girls!”
“If Haimura-kun promptly agreed to my invite, things wouldn’t end up like this.”
“That’s right. It’s because you declined your sister’s invite that things ended up like this.”
(Is it my fault?)
Moroha covered his face as he felt a headache mounting.
“Let’s do this. The three of us will go out together, and to cool off.”
“Are you fine with the finances now?” Shizuno asked.
“My bad, but can you treat us for today? As compensation for my mental damage.”
“I’ll be happy to. It’s not a problem if it’s the three of us. I have some questions for her anyway.”
“If it’s not just us siblings alone, I don’t want that!”
“Let’s forget it for today. We’ll talk next time.”
“…3 people are fine too.” Satsuki agreed reluctantly with a cramped face.
Finally this romance comedy has ended. Disappointed, the crowd that had gathered to watch the show dispersed slowly.
“d.a.m.n playboy. May yours break in half.” Some guys also cursed when leaving.
Finally, the cla.s.sroom emptied out and Moroha relaxed.
“So, let’s go.”
Moroha packed up his belongings and left with Satsuki and Shizuno.
On the first day of school, the day ended up becoming a date with two girls.