Chapter 11 – Takamine Yuika

“Anyway. The love-fallen angel is, just like the name suggests, a fallen angel so she’s evil-aligned. She’s gone dark side. She just calls guys ‘senpai♡’ to tease them.”

I already knew. Fundamentally Sudou Karma has no real interest in men. She only has the level of emotion for playing with a bored toy. Her side-eye rejection vibe ability is too perceptive, which makes her troublesome.

“And here is the club building.”

The educational building where classes are held. The staff building where teachers and staff sit. And the club building, which serves as the base for cultural clubs. Largely divided into these three. Sports clubs have their own appropriate rooms, but cultural clubs don’t need showers and often deal with books and computers, so each club gets one room.

“So, the Literary Club?”

“Reading books is enough to kill time, right?”

“That’s true, but…”

We reached the room with the plate that said “Literary Club.” It was me, Akira, and Eri. Of course Akira couldn’t perceive Eri. In fact, no one in the entire school could. Not being able to see this albino beauty with white hair and red eyes is a real loss in life.

“You can turn back now if you want?”

“Does it have a bad reputation?”

“It’s actually on the verge of being disbanded.”

If that’s the case, wouldn’t us joining help?

“Ah, that’s because Takamine Yuika is the president~”

Eri said it casually. You should have told me that sooner.

Getting involved with the love-fallen angel. Being told she likes me by the Moonshadow Goddess. And now the third-year representative, Takamine Yuika.

“She’s quite an impactful person. Good luck.”

Then I opened the inward-opening door and entered the Literary Club. There was one girl inside. A beautiful girl with blue hair wearing the Komenuka High School uniform. She had a plain face and dead eyes. In terms of beauty she didn’t lose to the Moonshadow Goddess or the love-fallen angel, but the moment I saw her there was something more distinctive than the other two. Mainly her chest.

“…………”

Takamine Yuika looked at us who had entered the clubroom, then dropped her gaze to her book. As if she had no interest in new applicants whatsoever.

“Third-year special advancement class. It’s Andou Reasu-senpai~”

Eri said it casually, but I was reminded of a certain internet meme. In other words.

『They’re huuuuuge!! No explanation needed!!』

One of the three school idols reading a book in a room in the club building. The last one. Andou Reasu-senpai’s breasts were not on the level of just big breasts. Even calling them explosive breasts wasn’t enough. They were super tits. Probably O-cup or P-cup or even OP-tits level.

No matter how you looked at it, her uniform must be custom-made. They far surpassed the explosive breasts that men like. They were so big it was hard to even describe them. At this level, it went beyond simple lust. Unless you had the fetish to love super tits, there was nothing you could do. But her face was insanely cute. Just walking made the super tits sway heavily, and honestly I felt sympathy.

“…………New applicants?”

She asked in a mumble.

“Ah—. Yeah. I want to join.”

I said. Eri wasn’t perceived. Akira conveyed the desire to join.

“…………Nn.”

She must have prepared it beforehand. Apparently Takamine Yuika wasn’t good at speaking. Even though her breasts were the size of watermelons, she showed no desire to boast that sex symbol. That senpai handed us a printout.

“Write a novel. If you submit a novel of about 30,000 characters within one month, I’ll approve your membership. I’ll be lenient on the result. Genre is anything. Write a story of about 30,000 characters. Then I’ll approve your entry to the Literary Club.”

This was conveyed not by her own mouth, but through the printout. She probably had difficulty speaking. She had already prepared the entry test documents and handed them over to conduct the review.

“No wonder there’s only one member.”

Takamine Yuika. With her super tits the size of OP-cup. Countless guys must have challenged the entry test seeking those extraordinary breasts and been defeated.

“Alright, I’ll write the work and bring it by the end of the month~”

I took the test document and waved my hand lightly.

“Can you write novels, Nevada?”

“It’s not like I can’t.”

“Thirty thousand characters…?”

Akira’s hand was shaking as she gripped the test paper passed from Takamine Yuika.

“Can you do it, Nevada-kun?”

“Well, they said they’ll be lenient on quality. Basically I just need to write 30,000 characters of text, right?”

That’s what it came down to.

“Isn’t 30,000 characters a lot?”

“If you write 3,000 a day, it’ll be done in ten days.”

“Can you?”

“It’s not difficult.”

“Ugaa—”

And the conflict in the worried Akira could be read. Meaning she was bad at writing.

“Then shall we write it together?”

“Together?”

“Takamine Yuika… Andou Reasu-senpai didn’t say it had to be one work per person, right?”

“So a collaborative work between me and Nevada-kun…”

Exactly.

“Give me ideas. I’ll make the plot based on that.”

Even though it’s 30,000 characters. If I write randomly I’ll reach it.

“Then how about we make it a love romance between me and Nevada-kun?”

“I don’t mind, but what kind?”

“Let’s decide the setting at Nevada-kun’s house.”

“Meaning you’re coming to my house.”

“Of course.”

“Nevada~?”

And Eri gave me a side-eye. It’s fine. Whoever comes to my room is my business.

“I’m coming too, okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Go ahead.”

And so, that’s how it was. We ended up writing the 30,000-character amateur novel for the entry test in my room. Was I worried about the future? Not really.

“Alright. Time for dinner shopping.”

“…You think she’ll make Eri’s portion too?”

“No chance.”

Yeah, that’s right. Since she couldn’t perceive her, to Akira Eri was like a transparent person.

“How about hot pot?”

“Just the two of us?”

Including Eri of course. For hot pot they can take what they want, so three people can eat.

“Then mizutaki.”

And so we arrived at my one-person living station-close mansion, broke through security and entered the house. My floor was the fifth floor room two. I invited Eri and Akira there, and then we devoted ourselves to the entry test prep. The one preparing the mizutaki was Akira. She apparently had her own theory on cooking. I prayed it wouldn’t be bad tasting.

“What to write? Fantasy? Rom-com? Zamaa?”

She had some understanding at least.

“I’m fine with anything.”

“But Akira wants to write about our first meeting apparently.”

“Let’s write the part where Nevada-kun steals my maiden heart.”

In other words, that’s how it turned out.