The Charm of the Popular Beautiful Succubus in Class Doesn't Work on Me ~ For Some Reason, This Beauty Keeps Trying to Hold My Hand ~ - 19-20

Chapter 19: I Don’t Like You

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Kisara Sarashina’s POV

Today’s plan was “Operation: Cut His Hair and Touch His Head.” Was I really pumped up thinking, “This time, I’ll make him fall for me”? The answer to that question would be “NO.”

As confident as I was at myself, I had started to realize something. No matter how many plans I came up with, my ability wouldn’t have any effect on him. Right. I already knew the outcome of this plan before it even started. I had absolute confidence in my ability. I had my pride too, after all. I had to admit, it hurt my pride when my ability didn’t work on him. Hence why, I had decided to act perfectly this time and make him fall for me. I thought I had done everything perfectly. I praised him, just enough to avoid making him suspicious of me and I had accomplished the great feat of cutting a male classmate’s hair.

Normally, I would never do something like this. I would never cut my classmate’s hair and yet, it seemed the expected result still wouldn’t change. And so, I decided to say these words today..

“Because unlike the other boys, you don’t fall for me.”

I was hoping to see what kind of reaction he’d have when he heard those words. Would he tell me he likes me? Would he say he loves me? But, just as I had expected, he seemed at a loss for words.

There’s no way a normal boy can say anything when I say something like that out of nowhere. Come on, don’t look that troubled. You’re making me feel hurt. 

“It’s a joke. You don’t need to look so sad.”

“…”

“Now, don’t misunderstand. I don’t like you.”

“…Yeah.”

“We’re just normal friends.”

“…I know that, Sarashina. I also think of you as a friend.”

A friend, huh… Yeah, I guess that’s the most fitting term to describe our relationship. 

Michihito-kun was the first boy that I couldn’t charm with my ability. It was almost ironic that the first boy I couldn’t charm ended up being my first male friend. I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at that. I didn’t even know if that laugh came from sadness or joy, but somehow, the term ‘male friend’ felt so absurd and funny to me. 

After that, the two of us fell silent for a while. The only sound that filled the quiet home economics classroom was the snip of the scissors. I worked the thinning shears into the thick part of his hair and styled it lightly to match the overall length.

“Alright. Your hair should be perfect now.”

Yeah, I think I did a decent enough job. Since I had dragged him all the way here out of whim, I had to give it my all and see it through properly. I grabbed a bamboo broom that was nearby and brushed off the stray hair left on his head.

“Oi, wait, that’s the broom for the floor, right?”

“Shut up. You should be grateful that a beautiful girl like me is cutting your hair in the first place.”

“Hold on. I will rinse my hair off at the sink over there.”

With that, he yanked off the plastic trash bag that had been draped around his neck and dashed out into the hallway.

Heh, there’s no need to rush like that. Alright… Time to clean up the hair. 

I pulled a proper broom out of the cleaning supplies closet and started getting ready to tidy up for real.

Haa… But still, what should I do now? I’m well aware no matter how much time I spend touching any part of him, my ability won’t have any effect on him. Should I focus on charming the remaining “20%” boys in the class? But that doesn’t sound appealing to me anymore… I’ve completely lost all motivation for that. 

I was sweeping the hair idly with the broom, feeling at a loss when he walked into the classroom. He was rubbing his hair dry vigorously with a towel. 

“So? How’s my hair?”

With a quick flick of the towel, he revealed his haircut, showing it off confidently. I gasped out of reflex. 

So-So handsome… 

I pressed my hand over my mouth, desperately holding back the words from slipping out of my mouth. 

What’s this? How can his whole vibe change so much after I cut his hair a bit?

I had always thought Michihito-kun’s face wasn’t all that bad, but now that his messy hair had stopped covering his face, he actually looked like an upstanding young man. His neatly trimmed hair showcased a clean, polished look and the soft texture of his hair exuded an almost seductive allure. 

There’s no doubt about it. The Great Kisara-chan’s skills are amazing indeed. 

“Do-Does it look weird? I haven’t seen it in the mirror yet.”

“Humph. I was the one who cut it, so there’s no way you’d look weird.”

“Oh! So I look nice, huh?”

Oi, stop with that smug grin like you’ve seen right through my thoughts. 

I avoided his gaze, refusing to answer his question.

“…”

“Hey, Sarashina… Have you heard the theory of ‘contradiction’?”

“…”

“Think about it, what would happen if one were to attack your shield with your spear?”

“Ahhh! Fine, fine! It looks great! You look amazing! Well, of course you look great. After all, I’m the one who cut your hair! The Great Kisara-chan! So?? Are you satisfied now?”

Surely my face must be bright red now. 

Why does my heart have to race just because of someone like Michihito-kun? Good grief. This perverted bastard is always throwing me off balance. Ughhh… Talking with him while worrying about what I should do next makes me feel so stupid. I will just do what I do! That’s all! That will never change! Who cares if my ability doesn’t work on him?! I will still make him say “Kisara-san, I like you.”

“Come on, hand over the broom to me. Let me do the cleanup at least.”

“Ye-Yeah…”

“Also… Thanks, Sarashina.”

Geez… Idiot.

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Chapter 20: Sitting on My Bed? How Cheeky of You!

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Kisara Sarashina’s POV

As I lay on my bed, I found myself reflecting on the things that happened between me and Michihito-kun today. 

“I don’t like you.”

“…I know that, Sarashina. I also think of you as a friend.”

Just with those words alone, it was as if the vague nature of our relationship had finally taken a clear shape. It was true though. I really didn’t like Michihito-kun in that way. It was true that I thought of Michihito-kun as a friend and vice versa. So, there was nothing incorrect about that and yet… What with these unsettled feelings in my chest? This gnawing feeling that refused to go away?

On a whim, I opened our LINE chat. I had obtained his LINE account during the “Operation:Get His Contact Info and Casually Touch His Hand” at school the other day. Most probably, I was the only girl in class who had Michihito-kun’s LINE account. After all, he was basically a lone wolf in class. He wasn’t even in the class group LINE chat. 

Fufufu… But seriously, what’s with this profile picture?

Michihito-kun’s LINE picture was a scene of a certain red-haired pirate passing a straw hat to the other pirate. For someone who claimed to hate red-haired characters so much, he sure had a soft spot for this one. By the time I realized it, a small smile had crept across my face.

Good grief. He’s really a strange person. One moment he’s joking around, and the next, he’s saying something serious. He acts brusque and yet, he somehow manages to show how kind he is in the end. 

“…”

This… It feels like I’m the one being toyed with by him. 

I suddenly reached out and grabbed a plushie sitting on my desk. I placed it on my bed and gave it a proper look. This was the plushie Michihito-kun had won for me at the UFO catcher during our shopping mall “date.”

Nonetheless, what an ugly doll this was… And somehow, the doll reminded me of Michihito-kun. Who in the world thought it was a good idea to make a plushie like this? Maybe this was the so-called “ugly cute?”

I pointed my phone’s camera at the plushie and snapped a picture.

Alright. I’ve decided. 

I had been getting tired of my current profile picture anyway, so this little guy would take the throne for now.

“Congrats on your promotion.”

I said to the plushie as if it could understand me.

“…”

Of course the plushie didn’t say anything. It just sat there, staring back at me. 

“Humph. Sitting on my bed so nonchalantly like this… How cheeky of you!”

I said as I flicked its forehead. 

What am I doing…? 

Overwhelmed by this indescribable unsettling feeling, I threw myself onto the bed. At the same time, my skirt lifted slightly, revealing my fair thighs.

Well, it’s not like anyone’s going to see me, so whatever.

I thought to myself and flapped my legs a little.

“Ahhhh~ Just what’s happening to me…”

Right. I’ve gone to great lengths to obtain Michihito-kun’s LINE account… Maybe I should send him a message…

I thought to myself as I opened the LINE app again.

【Thank you for hanging out with me today. Your new hairstyle looks great on you.】

After typing that, I shook my head. 

“No, no, no.”

And I deleted the text. 

What am I trying to do by sending him a message like that? That sounds like what a girlfriend would say after their date… I should write something more normal… 【Dear Michihito-kun..】 No, no, that’s just plain weird… 【What are you doing now~♪】 No, no, that’s totally not my style…

I kept typing and deleting my messages and in the end, I didn’t know what to send. Frustrated, I quietly closed my phone. 

(Ping!)

It seemed I had fallen asleep just like that. I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing.

Who could it be at this hour? Huh? Did I end up sending Michihito-kun a message…?

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I looked at my phone screen. But then… The shock was so great that I couldn’t stop myself from saying it out loud. 

“Huh…? Why does Senpai have my LINE contact…?”

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