I ended up living together with the school's number one beauty who rejected me even though I hadn't confessed to her, but why are her beautiful sisters aiming to steal my virginity?

“I’m sorry, but I can’t go out with you.”

Reading a letter behind the school building after school hours, a red-haired beauty with sharp eyes uttered those words.

“…No, sorry. What are you even talking about?”

I didn’t understand the meaning of those words at all and hastily pocketed the letter I was reading, responding back in confusion.

“Sigh. It’s such a hassle. Let me tell you, saying you didn’t actually like me after getting rejected by me is the lamest thing you can do.”

“Huh? Wait, I got rejected?”

“Obviously. A guy with eyes like a dead person like you can’t possibly date me, right?”

“Guh… Seriously, dead person? At least wrap it up as eyes like a dead fish or something.”

“No way. I don’t like giving those sugar-coated compliments.”

Saying that, the girl flaunted her large b*****s.

“…Hey, where are you looking? Pervert!”

“Oh, no I wasn’t… that red bracelet on your arm is cute.”

Looking away to the blue sky, I tried diverting the conversation.

“Right? This is actually from an anime I used to watch… No, wait! Even if you compliment me like that, there’s no way I’d date you!”

“Well, that’s fine, but first of all, I…..”

“Oh, whatever. I know it’s uncool to say something like that after getting rejected. How many times do you think I’ve been confessed to?”

Hearing those words, I remembered. Come to think of it, there’s a ridiculously popular girl in our school who gets confessed to by ten guys at least on a daily basis.

“Wait, are you that infamous… Hiiragi Akane?”

“That’s right. …What? Did you call me out without even knowing my name? Seriously, guys only care about appearances.”

“Well, no one can see what’s in a person’s heart.”

“I’m not talking about that. Guys who always find fault with others won’t be popular, you know?”

“Indeed, I got the short end of the stick.”

“Don’t act cool!”

I got a tap on my head. It felt like we were doing a comedy routine.

“…Anyway, I have something to do for now.”

“Coincidentally, I also have something important to do today.”

“Fine, then I’m leaving…. But just so you know, if you spread weird rumors after being rejected, I won’t forgive you.”

The girl, Hiiragi Akane, said those words and left. I didn’t bother to stop her because it was too much trouble.

“…Must be a misunderstanding.”

After Hiiragi Akane disappeared from sight, I took out the letter I had hidden in my pocket.

“A love letter, huh?”

Obviously, I was not the one who wrote it.

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After school. Since I had something important to do today, I hurriedly left the classroom. However, when I opened my shoe locker, this love letter was inside.

The sender’s name wasn’t written, but there were flattering words that made me embarrassed and my name, Himaiya Nazuna, was written firmly.

…And finally, if you want to reply, come to the back of the school building.

“But judging by her attitude, it doesn’t seem like Hirragi Akane wrote this.”

In the first place, the most beautiful girl in school wouldn’t fall for a guy like me with eyes like a dead person.

So, surely Hiiragi Akane was called out by someone else, misunderstood them as me, and rejected them. That’s probably the reason for her attitude.

“It’s too much trouble to explain every misunderstanding, and I don’t care about that…. More importantly, I don’t have time, so if you’re coming, come quickly…”

I muttered something cool, but my heart was full of expectations.

“…Like a gentle girl rather than someone as strong-willed as Hiiragi Akane. It would be perfect if she had black-framed glasses.”

After saying something like that, an hour passed. Even as the sky turned red, no one came.

“…Huh? Could it be that I was deceived?”

However, for someone to do that to me, who not only stands out in class but is also feared, seemed unlikely.

“But if that’s the case, I can’t imagine someone sending a love letter to a dead-looking guy like me.”

As I said that to myself, I began to feel a bit sad.

“Oh well, forget it.”

Fortunately, I am accustomed to pain. This is nothing more than the pain of being stabbed in the chest with a knife out of the blue. It’s not me who would shed tears over such a trivial amount of pain.

“Life is like an endless winter. There’s no use worrying about boring things.”

With that one phrase, I forcefully switched my thoughts…. Still, to be on the safe side, I put that love letter in my bag, making sure not to drop it, and took out another letter instead.

“Shall we go then?”

After confirming the address written in that letter, I kicked the ground and started running.

“I hope this time goes well.”

When I was in elementary school, I lost my parents. It was a common accident, but I still remember the scene vividly.

And since then, I was taken in by distant relatives…. However, no matter where I went, with eyes like those of a dead person, I was not welcomed, and I was shuffled around among relatives.

In the midst of all that, there was one eccentric ‘teacher’ who was kind to me. She was my benefactor, teaching me many things. But that teacher also passed away not long ago.

Most of my parents’ inheritance is almost gone due to certain circumstances, and there is no one I can rely on. So, should I just give up and quit high school, and get myself a decent paying job?

Back then… Just when I was thinking about how to lead my life, a woman appeared out of nowhere.

She said that if I agreed to a certain condition, she would take care of me until I graduated from high school. I honestly thought it was quite suspicious, but I had nothing left to lose at this point.

So, I agreed to the deal. And now, I was about to meet the woman’s daughters which was a part of that condition.

“… Somehow, I made it 15 minutes early.”

I exhaled deeply, and using the front camera of the smartphone she bought for me (which I’ll need from now on), I tidy up my disheveled hair.

“Your eyes look more dead than your hair.”

As my first impression might become the worst at this rate, I looked up a bit on the internet.

[How to fix eyes that look dead]

“Nothing’s coming up.”

What’s this about dead makeup? I’m not dead yet. I heard you can find anything on the internet, but it seems that’s not entirely true.

“Enough of this.”

Giving up on the impossible, I ring the doorbell equipped in the large house. Then, as if they were waiting for it, the door opens, revealing a girl.

“…Huh?”

“…Eh?”