Non-Human Girls Are Fighting Over Me ~ Do I Get to Refuse? “Nope!” “No Way!” “Not a Chance!” “Absolutely Not!”

Chapter 13: Your Name

The film club room.

On the wall-mounted monitor, Your Name was playing.

The screen’s soft twilight hues lit the sofa. But the club president, Mio Shirayuki, wasn’t watching.

Her gaze was fixed on her fingertips resting on her knees. Biting her nails lightly—a sign her thoughts were spiraling.

(…Infuriating. Sharing Kazuto with that vampire? It’s nothing but humiliation.)

A burning sensation seared her chest.

Still, she had to act. Towa Tsukina—the “Primordial Vampire.” Mio wasn’t foolish enough to deny that power head-on.

(I can’t ignore her. Her strength is absolute. That’s why I agreed to this… but is this really the right move?)

At the edge of her vision, the screen showed a boy and girl swapping lives, weaving their fates. To Mio, it felt distant, mere noise.

(…It’s fine for now. That research—it’s already theorized. With a sample, it’ll be complete. Then I can overturn this farce in an instant.)

Fragments of grimoires, diagrams, and equations flashed in Mio’s mind.

Her wisdom as a witch who studied immortality solidified her certainty.

(The issue is the pact… How binding is the ‘promise’ that vampire agreed to? For a being of her rank, a simple contract is easily broken. It’ll become a hassle. So—)

She laced her fingers. A faint smirk curled her lips.

(Seduce Kazuto. That’s the fastest way. If I win him over, he won’t lean toward the vampire.)

At that moment, the screen showed the heroine, tears in her eyes, desperately shouting a name.

But Mio—continued her bitter thoughts.

(…Regrettable. I should’ve acted before that vampire could claim his virginity. Hearing her call it the ‘finest feast’ is humiliating.)

She gritted her teeth.

(…If only that vampire would tire of him, it’d be so much easier. But—I can’t rely on that. I have to move.)

The movie neared its climax. But Mio’s mind held only one thought.

How to claim Kazuto.

That was all.

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“Uh… how long do I have to stay like this…?”

My voice trembled.

“Until the movie ends.”

Mio-san—Shirayuki-senpai—replied nonchalantly.

“No, I mean…”

I was on the sofa, legs forcibly spread, with Mio-san leaning back against me.

No, “leaning” doesn’t cut it—we were pressed together. Her body heat, softness, and curves transmitted through her back. Every inch was touching. There was barely any part not in contact.

From behind, I saw her glossy hair swaying. A glimpse of her nape. The line of her back through her uniform. And the deliberate press of her hips against me.

It was all shredding my sanity to the edge.

The scent of her hair teased my nose.

Sweet, slightly mature. Dangerous. No way I could endure this.

“—Ah.”

Mio-san let out a deliberate moan.

“Something hard’s poking near my hips~ What’s that, a stick in your pocket?”

“Wha!? N-No… that’s, uh…”

Words failed me. My mind went blank.

She leaned closer, whispering in my ear, clearly teasing.

“I’d be impressed if you had the guts to make a move on me, Kazuto.”

Then she pressed her back harder against me, shifting her weight.

She’s definitely doing this on purpose.