Vol 1 Chapter 26: Rubbed by a (Pseudo) Beautiful Girl and Mistaken for a Popular Guy  (Vol 1: The Delinquent High School Girl’s Servant Survived and Advanced to the Second Year)

“Ah! Shuso-senpai! Kosutake-senpai! You’re here!”

A handsome boy with black hair streaked with red, double eyelids, long eyelashes, and big, round eyes—making him look like nothing but a girl at first glance—waved his hand broadly and came over to my seat, his short skirt fluttering as he moved.

I’d think that entering a classroom for an upper grade normally takes a lot of courage, but it didn’t seem to faze him, did it?

“Takeshi-senpai! I’ve missed you!”

Saying that, he clung to my arm and began nuzzling against it.

“Hey! Stop it!”

“But, I was so lonely since I hadn’t been able to see you, Takeshi-senpai~♪”

“No, no, we just saw each other yesterday! Besides, there are people watching!”

I bit my tongue, swallowing the thought, “They’ll think I’m gay!”

I desperately tried to pull away Takeshi-senpai, but he clung stubbornly to my arm.

At the sight, the classroom buzzed with murmurs.

“Seriously?” “Hey, is that his girlfriend?” “That little Kosutake?” “No, he’s pretty popular, isn’t he?” “Is he flirting with Miyayuri, Shuso, and even the first-years?” “Now that you mention it, he hardly ever talks to anyone but girls—does he really have a good life?”

Voices like that echoed around the room.

Even though I’d changed classes and wasn’t as blatantly disliked as before, people still gave me odd looks for associating with someone who, at least in appearance, was a beautiful girl.

Fortunately, no one seemed to have noticed that Takeshi-senpai was a cross-dressing boy.

I mean, it’s a mystery why the school even permits cross-dressing.

“Hey, Kazuki, if you want to give servant Takeshi some prostate play later, you can do as much as you like—but what on earth are you doing coming all the way to the second-year classroom?”

“No… don’t ignore his own wishes and decide about his ass on your own.”

Have you been influenced by Mio or something? No, this crazy woman was spouting even more fujoshi-like nonsense.

“Yes! I’ll do it later! I have business with Katsuko-senpai today.”

Takeshi-senpai gave me a suggestively mysterious sidelong glance before finally letting me go.

I felt a chill run down my spine at Takeshi-senpai’s gaze.

Ahaha.

Surely, you’re not serious, are you?

“Do you have business with me—could it be about the boxing club?”

“Yes. I’m planning to join the boxing club, and I heard that Katsuko-senpai was going to restart it, so I came to invite you.”

“Well then, that’s perfect. Do you know where the boxing club’s practice space is?”

“Yes! I’ve done my homework!”

“Then, let’s meet up near the practice space after school. Servant Takeshi will be there too.”

“Eh! Could it be that Takeshi-senpai is also joining the boxing club?!”

Takeshi-senpai asked me that, his eyes sparkling.

“No… not that I’ve ever said I’m going to join the boxing club or anything…”

“After all, the club is on the brink of being disbanded because they don’t have enough members, right? You should come along just to pad the numbers.”

Along with Miyayuri, I had no right to refuse the orders of Katsuko—our other mistress.

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Vol 1 Chapter 27: Welcome to Rikkokugawa High School’s Boxing Club… Wait, Don’t Just Write My Name on the Membership Form! (Vol 1: The Delinquent High School Girl’s Servant Survived and Advanced to the Second Year)

“Um… e-excuse me… is anyone here…?”

I knocked timidly on the prefab door of the boxing club’s training room.

When I think of the boxing club, I imagine it might be filled with delinquent punks like Ryoma-senpai from way back. Even though I’ve been busting biker gangs together with Miyayuri and the others, I’m still fundamentally a coward, so I couldn’t help feeling anxious.

“Heeey! Come right in!”

Contrary to my worries, a lively, resonant voice greeted me.

“E-excuse us!”

When we entered the training room, a tall woman—easily over 170 centimeters, about the average height for a guy—welcomed us with a bright smile. She was huge in more ways than one. Her fitness-style top looked ready to burst, strained by the ample fruits beneath it.

“Welcome to Rikkokugawa High School’s Boxing Club! If you’re just here to observe, please write your name on this sheet♪”

She thrust a piece of paper at us, and when I looked, it said “Membership Form.”

“Ah. O-okay, got it.”

“Yes! Me too!”

Without a hint of hesitation, Katsuko and Azuma started writing their names on the membership form.

“H-hey, hold on! Normally, you don’t sign a membership form without even looking around first, right?!”

“We’ve come this far, so what are you fussing about? If you’re a man, just sign it already once you decide to do something.”

“No, but… I already do kickboxing, so…”

While I hesitated, the woman grabbed both my hands, held them firmly, and looked at me with sparkling eyes.

“You! You have kickboxing experience?! That’s fantastic! We’d love to have you!”

“Uh… w-well… it’d be kinda tough to do both…”

I tried to decline politely, but Katsuko cut in from the side.

“Why not use the boxing club’s practice time for running, strength training, and jump rope? Then you can focus on kickboxing at the gym. The gear overlaps, and you can reuse what you have, so you won’t spend extra besides the club fee.”

That might be true, but doing two hours of boxing at school, then two hours of kickboxing at the gym sounds pretty intense. Plus, I practice MMA twice a week, which wears me out even more than regular kickboxing days—would I really be able to add boxing on top of that?

“Kosutake-senpai, join the club with us! If you were able to knock out Tsutsumi in a match, I bet you’d be amazing at boxing too♪”

Azuma looked up at me with hopeful eyes, and the tall, short-bobbed woman suddenly leaned in close and raised her voice.

“What?! Tsutsumi, you say?! Tsutsumi… you don’t mean Tsutsumi Shūji, the one who went to the Inter-High, do you?!”

She pressed her face toward me, and I answered somewhat hesitantly.

“Uh… yes, that’s right.”

“Wow… I heard he switched sports to kickboxing, but I never thought anyone could beat him… Tsutsumi-senpai—Tsutsumi—went to the same middle school as I did.”

“Seriously?”

That sounded awkward… or so I thought, but the woman shook my hand vigorously, clearly pleased.

“Ahahaha! So you beat that stuck-up senpai? Nice going, you! You’re awesome!”