Chapter 41

“Heeh~ so this is Kazu-kun’s room. Sniff, sniff… huff, puff…“

“Doesn’t smell like money. Sniff, sniff… huff, puff…“

“Haa, haa… Kazu-kun’s scent… Sniff, sniff… huff, puff…“

Moeka and Tachibana took deep, audible breaths through their noses, and Reika followed suit as she usually did.

—Are these girls all from the same tribe or something? Kazuhiko wondered.

Technically they were all Japanese, just like him, but it was human nature to want to distance oneself from being categorized with the likes of them.

However, even if their inner selves were “indescribable somethings” that relentlessly shredded a person’s SAN points, their outward appearances and their scents were purely those of beautiful girls.

“…………”

Reika often visited this room, and the four of them had been eating lunch together at school, but now that one girl had become three, Kazuhiko felt a sudden surge of nervousness. This room, which usually only smelled of him, though it was starting to carry Reika’s scent too, was now packed with three beauties.

His heart began to race restlessly. What bothered him most wasn’t just the situation itself, but the feeling that he was “losing” by letting these girls make him feel this way.

—Damn it… even though it’s them… but they’re so pretty and they smell so good…

The fact that he could maintain even that much composure while they stood there performing their ritualistic sniffing was proof of how much Kazuhiko had already been corrupted.

So, what did you guys come here for?

He wanted to say it, but he knew the moment he did, they would likely pounce on him all at once, shouting, “What do you mean ‘what’!?”

Normally, this would be the start of a heart-pounding, sweet-and-awkward rom-com development where three girls barge into a boy’s room. Instead, Kazuhiko felt a tension akin to a psychological standoff in a supernatural battle manga.

Note: This work is not a modern fantasy; it is a rom-com.

They say love is war, but this was simply the law of the jungle: predator versus prey.

“Now then—”

Reika’s sharp eyes darted toward Kazuhiko. He felt like a frog glared at by a snake. And this was the girl he was supposed to love.

“I’m thirsty. I want to drink something… thick.”

“HAHAHA, wouldn’t that just make you thirstier?”

—Hey! Stop looking at my crotch while you say that! That is not your personal drink dispenser!

Despite his thoughts, memories of “last time” flooded back, and his blood began to pump as if he were switching the “dispenser” to the ON position.

—Stop it! My body, please don’t react right now! Don’t go offering yourself up to be eaten by these beasts!

When Reika let out a small, sharp breath (sun), Kazuhiko felt his “storage tank” twitch. As he stood there in trepidation, Reika brushed back her glossy black hair, which reached down to her waist. It was an incredibly sophisticated, picture-perfect gesture.

“Kazu-kun, shall we get down to business?”

“…………”

He didn’t want to.

But there was no “mustn’t run away”—he literally couldn’t run away because they were stationed in front of the door. The only remaining escape route was the window, but Kazuhiko’s eyes already held the look of a man who had given up.

“Fufu, Kazu-kun, you have such a wonderful look on your face.”

This look of total resignation?

Maybe dating her really was a mistake.

“It’s true~. It’s the kind of face that makes me want to pull you into a hug, let you nurse at my breasts, and just spoil you rotten~,” Moeka added.

He felt a slight pull toward Moeka’s words, maybe it would be okay to just give in and let her pamper him. Kazuhiko was, as always, cornered.

“Yeah, and I want to slap you with bundles of cash to comfort you,” Tachibana chimed in.

What kind of psychological state leads to being comforted by being slapped with cash, Tachibana?

Kazuhiko had been checkmated the moment he let them into the house—no, he had been checkmated the moment Reika first set her sights on him.

“Fufu.”

Reika chuckled, or rather, sneered, at Kazuhiko’s state.

“Well then, Kazu-kun-chan… today, I’ll let you drink from my boob.”

With those words, she began to reach for the buttons of her school uniform.