Chapter 27 OBIG Vol. 2 Chapter 1 Part 3

───● A Bookish High School Girl Aims for Purity ●○●

After I hired a tutor, my life changed.

“I’m home!!!”

After finishing my Saturday classes, I bolted through the door of my house.

I quickly washed my hands at the sink, then clattered up the stairs to my room.

“Hey, Shiori~! Did you even wash your hands properly!”

“I did!”

The current time is 1:30 PM.

That means I have about an hour and a half until he—until Masato-san—arrives.

(I decided… to wear casual clothes today♪)

Until Masato-san started coming, I barely owned any casual clothes.

Of course I didn’t. My uniform was good enough, and I didn’t have any friends to go out with on weekends.

I didn’t even think I needed to spend money on casual clothes.

I remembered the night of that fateful day… the night I first met Masato-san.

After hurling a barrage of insults at my mom and threatening to tell Dad on her.

I sat in my room and tried to calmly assess the situation.

(Th-This is a huge deal… To think a hero-like person would be coming to my room every week…!)

I thought he had walked straight out of a fairy tale.

He looked like a simple, handsome guy, but by the end, he looked like a prince in a magnificent knight’s uniform to me.

I couldn’t help but be grateful for my sudden stroke of luck.

For bringing such a wonderful person here, I guess I can give my mom some credit.

(And… he called me beautiful, didn’t he?)

I assumed he had a bad personality and said something mean, but the response I got was completely unexpected.

The fact that he praised me means.

Maybe I can get closer to him.

I mean, we’re going to see each other every week, right!? Even though he’s teaching me… maybe a mistake, or something, might happen…

My spirits soared. My face grew unbearably hot.

To calm down, I happened to look at the cover of my favorite novel on the bookshelf.

(He really is… like the hero of this novel…)

…My thoughts, and my movements, came to a halt.

On the cover, next to the hero, was a lovely heroine.

Then, I looked at the mirror in front of my closet.

I saw myself.

And there, I realized a shocking truth.

(…At this rate, I’m not worthy of him at all, am I…?”)

It was obvious. I had been getting carried away, but I’m a potato. No, calling myself a potato is an insult to potatoes. Sweet potatoes are delicious.

I’m not even delicious.

I could feel my flushed body rapidly cooling down.

If there was a story about a lame, glasses-wearing high school girl getting together with a fairy-tale hero like that, what would I think if I read it?

LMAOOOO what a fucking cringe fanfic lmao get real you fucking introverted virgin a super hot guy would never fall for you lmaoooo look at reality lolololol

…Yeah, that’s about right.

There might be a less-than-a-flea’s-chance probability that Masato-san has a super-niche fetish for ugly girls and would fall for me just as I am, but I haven’t died as a woman just yet to cling to that hope.

So, what should I do?

I looked at the cover of the novel again.

I saw the lovely heroine standing there.

(I have to become her…!)

I have to be like that heroine.

(But, no matter how much I struggle, I can’t be a naive and innocent heroine… so the type I should aim for is… the pure and demure type!)

I stood in front of the mirror.

I undid my braids.

I took off my glasses.

(This isn’t good enough…)

I flung open the door.

I’ll hide everything. Even if it’s just a facade, it’s fine. If it’s for the sake of making him fall in love with me.

“Mom, teach me how to do makeup!!”

And so began my great operation to become a demure, pure character!

I opened my closet to choose my clothes.

“I guess the one they picked for me last week will do…”

Amazingly, once I stopped wearing braids and switched my glasses for contacts at school, I made friends in my class.

Is it really that simple? Maybe not, but looking back, I think I was the one cutting off communication. It might have just been a matter of attitude.

The question, “Did you change your look?” served as a good conversation starter.

When I tried talking to them, it turned out I could do it surprisingly well.

So, I decided to have the pioneers of the popular crowd pick out some clothes for me.

Well, humanity progresses day by day, right? So it’s only natural to borrow the strength of our predecessors.

“Alright… I’ll go with this.”

I’m competing on the purity track. Mature clothes should be better. I pulled out my favorite overall-style skirt.

My hair is in a half-up style, tied with a light blue ribbon I bought at a general store.

Yeah, not bad.

I won’t do heavy makeup. I’ll stick to a natural look.

Eyeliner to make my eyes look pretty and foundation to make my skin look clear. Both are subtle, non-assertive types.

I stand in front of the mirror.

Yeah. It’s a passing grade.

With this, even if I were to be the hero’s partner.

Meh~~ I guess I can forgive a little romance between people of different stations.

It should be at that level at least. Relieved for now, I picked up the novel I had bought and left untouched.

“Shiori-chan? It’s Katasato. Can I come in?”

H-Huh?

…Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!!!!

I thought I had plenty of time, so I was deep into an erotica novel! This is bad!

It’s five minutes before he’s supposed to be here! You idiot, me!

At the speed of sound, I slapped the book cover I had prepared onto the book.

It’s the cover of a supposedly popular literary novel that my mom bought me, one of the top-ranked ones at the bookstore.

I’ll get through this with this!

“Y-Yes, you can come in.”

Masato-san came in through the open door, smiling brightly.

Ahh… he’s so dazzling…

“Hello, Shiori-chan.”

Oof.

Close one. Don’t lose, me. You’re going to be pure and demure, right!!

“Yes, hello.”

Y-Yes, good. Good job.

Wasn’t that a pretty elegant greeting? I dunno.

As I was breathing a sigh of relief, Masato-san’s eyes widened as if he had noticed something.

“Oh, you’re not in your uniform today.”

Ahhhhh~ I’m so happyyyyy~ There’s actually a guy in real life who would mention such a trivial thing~~~~.

“Y-Yes, that’s right. When I thought about it, I realized it’s a little strange to wear a uniform on a day off.”

Maybe I should show off a little.

I spun my chair around to show off today’s outfit.

Thank you, my friends. Behold this splendor. This armor is a farewell gift from my comrades.

“Wow, that’s nice. It really suits you. I’ve only ever seen you in your uniform, so this is a refreshing change.”

Ooooof lol.

No! That was close… Ugh, I’m seriously so happy… I can’t… I’m so glad I tried…

But I’m not just going to take it. Now taste my attack, forged from the blade of purity I’ve been sharpening for today!

“Hehe, thank you. Your casual clothes look great too, Masato-san.”

“Flattery won’t get you less homework, you know~?”

Huh? What kind of comeback is that?

You’re hot, so knock it off!!

“Alright… shall we begin? Oh, but we still have five minutes.”

“You’re right. What should we do?”

“Since we have time, let’s chat a bit before we start studying.”

A hot guy who can be considerate is a god.

This is our fourth time, but Masato-san’s hotness level is seriously off the charts.

If this were fiction, it would be at the level where people would call it cringe fantasy.

“Oh, what book were you reading today?”

…Shit. This is bad.

No, wait. The book cover (fake cover) is on.

He can’t tell that the contents are an erotica novel. If I show him this, he should be convinced! It’s supposedly popular, after all!

Someone in my head asks me.

Are you sure that equipment (book cover) is enough?

I give a thumbs up with a smile.

It’s okay. No problem.

“Oh, um… Tasaka-san’s, this one…”

“Ah, that one’s great! Summer Fell From the Second Floor… I wonder what kind of life you have to live to come up with an opening like that…”

…

Ehehe☆ I haven’t read a single millimeter of the book on the fake cover☆

What does summer fell mean?? Does summer fall from things??

Is it okay that my erotica novel starts with a half-naked beautiful boy falling from the sky for a lucky pervert moment?☆

What the hell is this! This is useless! (Outraged)

“Ah, haha, you’re so right…”

I-I’ll read it. Next time I prepare a fake cover, I’ll definitely read it…

It might be too late, but in my heart, I apologized profusely to the author who wrote the novel on this cover.

Ah~ this is bliss~.

I don’t particularly like studying, but I love the time Masato-san spends teaching me.

He’s a good teacher, and it’s easy to understand. Honestly, at first I thought it would be fine no matter how bad he was at teaching, but he’s actually good.

He said this was his first time teaching, but I can’t believe it.

High-spec, perfected.

“Here, there’s another way to read this. This symbol here jumps to this part, so the correct way is~”

Hmmm…?

I’m studying seriously right now, but I’m bad at Japanese. What the hell is classical Chinese? At least make it in Japanese, please.

Masato-san’s teaching is great, so my brain is the problem.

As I was thinking that and desperately reading the textbook.

A sensation on my back.

Huh?

“Okay? Shiori-chan, I’m going to trace it with my finger now. The order we read it in is…”

—A sweet shock suddenly coursed through my entire body.

The words whispered in my ear directly hit my brain.

Wh-What is this?

Is an ASMR stream just for me starting?

When you say you’ll trace it with your finger, where exactly are you going to trace???

My body is boiling.

The gauge inside me maxed out and exploded.

“Oof.”

Ah, this is bad.

I instinctively covered my mouth.

This is my limit.

I shot up from my seat.

“Excuse me, I need to go powder my nose…”

“Oh, ah. Okay, sorry, sorry.”

Keeping my expression hidden, I left the room and went to the bathroom.

I immediately shut the bathroom door.

And slowly, I collapsed to the floor.

“Haaaah—! Haaaaaaah—!”

I can still feel the sensation on my back.

The warm feeling of being covered. The words spoken in my ear.

The sweet scent that tickled my nostrils.

My mask of purity was already cracking.

Because that, that was just too unfair.

Sweat dripped down.

This ugly lust overflowed from my body. This form is not worthy of a heroine. I know that.

But, right now.

Just for now, let me put it into words. Let me cast off my mask and scream as my true self.

I’ll put the mask back on properly later. So just for now.

“I WANNA FUCKING PIN HIM DOWN!!!!!!”

I let out a torrent of emotions far from pure.

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<The Case of Shinomiya Shiori 1 >

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Shiori: Thank you for your guidance today. (19:25)
I know this is a huge imposition, but could I ask you for a favor? (21:12)

Masato: Hey, good work! What’s wrong? (21:30)

Shiori: Is there any way I could get a voice message from you? (22:02)

Masato:……What’re you talking about? LOL. (22:34)

Shiori: I thought that if Masato-san gave me some words of encouragement, I’d get the motivation to study. (22:36)
I’m sorry for such a presumptuous request. (22:36)

Masato:……And that’s actually going to motivate you? Seriously? LOL. (22:46)

Shiori: Yes, absolutely. (22:51)
I’d really appreciate it if the message was just, “You can do it, you can do it.” (22:51)
If possible, I’d be grateful if you could avoid words like “studying” or “homework/task.” (22:52)
Or actually, “You can do it” on its own is perfectly fine. Yeah. (22:52)

Masato: Well, if it’s just that… LOL. (23:01)

Masato:Voice Message 0:18 (23:09)

Masato: Alright! Good luck with your studying, then! (23:10)

Shiori: Good morning. (8:24)
It’s such a lovely day out today. (8:24)

Masato: Hey, did you actually study last night???? (10:12)