Chapter 6

Takane Reika, the unobtainable flower of a childhood friend, had chosen Kazuhiko Saiki as the target for the release of her sexual fetish. Having been satisfied for the moment on the rooftop yesterday, she probably wouldn’t take any action for a while.

“Saiki-kun, would you mind taking a look at this for me?”

—There was a time when I thought that.

When Kazuhiko arrived at school in the morning, a letter resembling a threat was once again in his shoe locker. It stated that he should come to an empty, secluded classroom during lunch break. He was instructed to bring his lunch box.

—Seriously… Are you kidding me? What kind of libido does she have…?

Either the excitement she released yesterday accumulated immediately, or she hadn’t released enough. Or perhaps she had acquired a taste for it. Even though it said to bring lunch, there was no way the unobtainable flower would extort his meal.

The unobtainable flower who’d acquired a taste for hypnosis and begun calling her childhood friend. She was like a bear that had become accustomed to humans and started appearing in the village. Kazuhiko harbored such disrespectful thoughts about the unobtainable flower.

Should I just pretend I didn’t see it and ignore it…? The thought flashed through his mind, but at that moment, he had a hallucination of her fingers right in front of his eyes. And they seemed to be deliberately creeping closer.

—I guess I’ll go.

Kazuhiko steeled his resolve with a distant look in his eyes. He told his friend that he couldn’t eat lunch together because he had somewhere to be. Then, just as instructed, Kazuhiko headed for the designated empty classroom with his lunch box.

And as expected, the unobtainable flower was there. But today, for some reason, the unobtainable flower looked more like a flower growing next to a drainpipe.

“Saiki-kun, you came.” 

“Takane-san, was that your…?”

He had anticipated her presence, but as far as she was concerned, yesterday’s events had been erased. Kazuhiko decided to act surprised to see her.

—I have to nail this, my eyeball depends on it…

If she realized that he hadn’t actually been hypnotized yesterday, it felt terrifying, as if she would take not only his eyeballs but his very soul (tamashi → tama = soul/balls). While desperately suppressing his inner fear,

“Saiki-kun, would you look at this for me?”

She said.

The same pink-and-black spiral from yesterday was spinning round and round. Kazuhiko let his eyes go vacant and desperately pretended to be hypnotized.

“…Hehe, honestly, I never knew you were the type to be so easily hypnotized.”

Said the unobtainable flower, whose eyes were mere knots in wood, despite having eyeballs. And her voice sounded utterly delighted.

—I never knew you were that kind of person, either…

While Kazuhiko felt disheartened, the unobtainable flower hugged him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“…Hah, nn, Kazu-kuun… Sniff-sniff, hah… It’s Kazu-kun’s scent…”

—Oo Oo Oo!

It seemed her lust hadn’t been satisfied after all, as Reika hugged Kazuhiko and began sniffing him while rubbing her voluptuous body against him.

“Hah, nn, that hits the spot…”

—Is my scent some kind of drug?

He wished it could at least be more like catnip. Reika, who seemed satisfied after sniffing him thoroughly, loosened Kazuhiko’s collar just like yesterday and gazed at the lingering hickey.

“Hehe, it’s still there. …Chu, lero…”

—Oo Oo!

Reika affectionately kissed and licked the hickey. Eventually, seemingly satisfied with that as well, she finally released him from the hug. Of course, needless to say, the blood-filled lower half of his body had been pressed against her until that moment.

“Well then, Kazu-kun, let’s eat together. Shall we swap lunch boxes?” 

“…”

—What does that mean?

He wondered, but since he was playing the role of a hypnotized person, he couldn’t ask. Feeling as though his lunch was being extorted, Kazuhiko handed over the lunch box he had brought.

“Fufu, it’s mother-in-law’s cooking, it’s been a while.”

—Hmm? Was there something odd in what she just said?

He thought, but again, he couldn’t ask.

“Then, this one is for Kazu-kun. I made it.”

Kazuhiko reflexively accepted the lunch box that was offered to him.