The reason why this genius little girl who doesn't get along with anyone, wants to be only spoiled by me

Episode 37: It’s Pure Love, So It’s Safe!

Hisamori-san alternated glances between me and Hime, with her face tomato red.

“Eh? Eh? Ehhh? Ah, umm, how do I put it… I always thought you two were quite close, ….so you both were really ‘that’ kind of couple!?”

“Nope, Hisamori-san, please calm down and listen—”

“Hyahhh~! T-This is serious… I’m sorry, Ozora-senpai! ……If it’s the truth, I don’t think I can deny the rumors anymore!”

Ah, geez!

Why are there so many people around me who don’t even care to listen to what I’m saying?

“Huee~. A forbidden age-gap romance isn’t it… Moreover, between a genius and the ordinary man—a love story across social classes! My heart is pounding kyun~kyun~su….!”

And for some reason, Hisamori-san looked like she was having fun.

Something’s wrong. The normal reaction to someone suspected of being a lolicon is disgust, right? But Hime and Hisamori-san are both way too kind.

Well, not that it matters—I’m not a lolicon.

“Plus, to have a partner as a little girl… It’s so full of feeling sinful, that its just irresistible, su!”

What the hell is this gurl even talking about?

I don’t get this whole sinful pleasure thing at all.

Maybe it’s something only limited to girls?… right?

There’s no way I’m the weird one here.

But standing in this classroom, surrounded by these people, I strangely started feeling like maybe I was indeed the odd one out.

“Yup, this kind of love is totally fine as well, su! I’ll be cheering for you two! Wishing you happiness!”

“Yes! Thank you very much. I truly hope to be happy from the bottom of my heart.”

“Alright, I’ll let everyone know: ‘Since it’s pure love, so it’s safe!’ ssu!”

“It’s not yet decided that it’s out—wait, she’s gone!?”

I didn’t even have time to deny it.

And so, just like a storm, Hisamori-san vanished as quickly as she appeared—probably thanks to her track team background.

Moreover, maybe because of her past with the track and field club her loud, clear voice had the whole class overhear everything.

“Whoa… Oi, as we thought, he is indeed a lolicon, huh?”

“For real, I knew something was going suspicious around them.”

“But, well… If Hime-chan looks happy, so who cares?”

“Right? I’m in the ‘supportive observer’ camp~.”

“Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.”

But for some reason, everyone, the reactions they gave were weirdly positive—like they were too accepting and tolerant of diversity.

Only the last guy sounded sane… or maybe getting murderous over jealousy?

Somehow, I heard that there is a lolicon in our class as well, maybe that’s the guy.

But, honestly, his bitter muttering was oddly comforting in this situation.

I guess it’s because the victim here, Hime herself, seemed genuinely happy.

Starting from Hisamori san as being the first, everyone in the class were looking at us with warm eyes. They had a gaze, as if giving their approval, and congratulating with their smiles.

“With this, It’s official in the public as well♪, Yohei-kun, now you can freely indulge yourself into me, anytime without restrictions you know? I heard Lolicon san find comfort in turning young girls into their ‘mommy,’ right?”

“I don’t know anything about that kind of community though…”

“Ehehe, you’re still too shy to admit it in public, aren’t you? Then we can save that for when we’re alone.”

I’m in trouble. Since no one was denying it, it was difficult for me as well. And if I pushed back too hard, I might even hurt Hime’s feelings.

What should I do?

If this keeps up, will I really be branded as a lolicon?

And just as I was breaking out in a cold sweat about these worries,

When lunchtime rolled around.

It happened when I was about to head to the principal’s office with Hime like yesterday—

“Yoheeei? Can I have a little chat with you~?”

The person who came into the classroom I and Hime belong to, was Sei-san.

Her smile seemed as relaxed as always… Nn? or maybe not? Her expressions feel a bit off?

As if there was a slight edge of anger mixed in, which made me feel a little scared in return.