Chapter 4: The Hero Is Not Necessarily Pure

───● The Literature Girl JK gets Busted ●○●

“Don’t you think it’s better to have condoms prepared after all?”

Everyone stopped their hands eating lunch and looked at me all at once with eyes like they were looking at garbage.

…What, what are those eyes?

Even though summer vacation has started, the unreasonable course called summer classes, the meaning of which I don’t understand, is binding us high school girls.

Right now, having finished the summer class lessons, it’s lunch time with the usual members.

As expected, the school isn’t demonic enough to schedule classes in the afternoon, so the majority of students go home without eating lunch.

That’s why there are almost no students around us right now.

Now, let’s return to the main topic.

“After all, they say the woman should have these things prepared, right? I’m the type of otaku who gets chills at the depiction of making the guy buy them, but naturally, I can’t make a prince do that, right? So the point is, having them prepared is courtesy, right?”

After all? If it comes to that situation and we don’t have any, that’s no good, right?

If he says, “Then we can’t do it,” that would be sad, right?

Mana, who was sucking drinkable yogurt through a straw chuu-chuu, placed the container on the desk in exasperation.

“…Did the heat make you lose your mind?”

“No wait Mana, this is her normal operation.”

“That’s rude too, oy.”

Isn’t everyone lacking respect for me??

Hatsumi, sitting opposite, also finished chewing her sandwich and sighed as if giving up.

“Well, I guess we have to admit the tutor is handsome.”

“Not just handsome, he’s transcendently handsome.”

“Ah~ I want you to shut up as much as a cicada~”

“No, cicadas are still better because you can feel a sense of elegance.”

“Miiiin min min min min min!!!!“

Dangerous, dangerous, I got so angry I turned into a cicada.

The members who had covered their ears all at once confirmed I closed my mouth and slowly took their hands away from their ears.

“Generally speaking, you being unable to make a move despite him coming to your house every time and the distance being this close makes you a coward.”

“Listen here. Unlike the relationship called ‘Miaki’s Boyfriend,’ over here it’s a tutor. I can’t make a move that easily.”

Keh, people with boyfriends have it easy with their composure, good grief…

“So? Regarding Miaki-sama, the only one with a boyfriend, are you prepared with condoms?”

“Your phrasing is too gross.”

“Is that a topic to bring up during lunch in the first place…?”

Eeei shut up shut up! Depending on the answer, maybe I’ll have to purchase some on the way home today too!!

Masato-sama and I are already at that stage! (According to my own research)

I look at Miaki with a serious gaze.

Miaki sighed again as if exasperated, and then.

“Well, I have them at home.”

She said, “Guuh~~!!!”

“No, what kind of reaction is that?”

I seee~ so she has them after all… A proper lady prepares at least that much, right?

See, because there’s always a one in a million chance…

“I seee… guess I’ll buy them after all…”

“There’s absolutely no chance so you don’t need to buy them.”

“You don’t know that?! It wouldn’t be strange for a mistake to happen anytime?!”

“Shiori is the only one who thinks that.”

As usual, these guys seem to not understand the distance between Masato-sama and me.

Affection points should be quite high already. If I confess, it’s probably around 80% success rate affection (According to my own research).

“Once I graduate from being a virgin, I’ll make fun of all of you…”

“During the time Shiori left the group and came back the other day, we all made a bet on whether Shiori could date that tutor.”

“Hah?? What did you do??”

Previously, when I took a two-shot with Masato-sama, these guys were so rude that I left the group once.

Well, I returned immediately though.

You did that in that short time? Unforgivable, you know?

But I am a tolerant woman.

After all, just for now, I am a pure, big-hearted, and lovely heroine.

“So? Who bet on me dating him? I’ll treat you… to a delicious meal…”

I declare elegantly.

This composure. This demeanor. Truly a main heroine.

Then Hatsumi looked up from her smartphone once, looking bored.

“Nobody bet on the dating side so it didn’t form.”

“You all better remember this.”

Today is Saturday.

When I got home, Mom was preparing black tea to serve to Masato-sama.

“I’m home~”

“Oh, welcome back. Since it’s the day Masato-kun comes, take a shower quickly.”

“I know without being told~”

On days Masato-sama comes, Mom is also in high spirits.

Good grief, at your age, don’t do embarrassing things…

I quickly take a shower and change into casual clothes.

Since it’s getting hot recently, I want to wear clothes as cool as possible, but thinking that showing too much skin might not be good for acting the pure character, I endure with things like thin-fabric long skirts. Character building in this area too, meticulously.

Taking a breather in the living room, it’s almost time for Masato-sama to arrive.

I return to my room and prepare.

Assignments are done. I reported the end-of-term results on SNS, but thinking to have him look at them in reality, I’ve prepared the returned answer sheets and the paper with the overall results.

The rest is… Thinking that, I turned around and realized I had forgotten something important.

“I almost forget this every time. If it’s exposed, it’s over, so I have to do it properly.”

The bookshelf. I have hidden all of my otaku goods here in general.

If found, it’s the end—Pandora’s Box. No, Pandora’s Bookshelf. Is the meaning different? Well, whatever.

So before that, I deploy a thick curtain using a tension rod. While this is hiding the otaku goods, I can be a main heroine. Instead of the usual potato-like plain otaku woman, I can act as myself as a pure beautiful girl. So to speak, a Holy Wall. 

Hm? That’s a bad reading if I say it out loud.

Doing it every time is a hassle, but this much effort is nothing.

“Alriiight. With this, preparations are OK.”

Since Masato-sama is a gentleman, he won’t try to look inside this curtain himself. While he comes to this room as a tutor, not once has he tried to touch the furniture or personal belongings. It’s okay to have a little interest, you know?

While thinking such things, the intercom announcing a visitor rang ping-pong just at the right time.

I still get startled doki. Just this moment. Just once, a deep breath.

I must act perfectly today too. To be with Masato-sama from now on as well.

Welcoming Masato-sama, today is a review of the end of term.

Masato-sama had created problems focusing on the ones I got wrong.

Perfection as always. I love it.

“No, but your grades have really gone up! I’m happy too.”

“It is because Masato-san’s teaching method is skilled. Thank you very much.”

Hmm, perfection. Recently I think my pure character has become second nature.

Truly fitting for a woman standing next to Masato-sama…

“Oh, but this part is wrong, let’s review it a bit.”

“…!”

But I can’t get used to this sense of distance when he peers into the textbook.

Or rather, will I ever get used to it? He smells nice… does just shampoo make such a nice scent?

Is he emitting pheromones? He’s emitting them, surely.

Instantly my brain is dyed pink.

“—So, because… are you listening?”

“O-Of course I am listening!”

Really dangerous. My consciousness is about to be reaped…

But before, he used to take photos with me, or teach me by covering me from behind… but that stopped.

I don’t know what change occurred within Masato-sama… but I feel a little lonely about just that.

…Wait a minute mate-cha.

If so, shouldn’t I have made a move at the stage where he was doing that much skinship?

If it was that period, even if I accidentally, by mistake, touched him from my side, wouldn’t there have been no blame…?

If hypothetically that’s true, it means I was doing something incredibly wasteful.

Touching this manly and erotic body peta-peta all over… like, his back. Or if it’s just the butt…

“Wait… No, we are tutor and student”

“Saying that… actually you’re inviting me, right? Masato-san”

“I don’t mean to… ah… (Self-regulation below)”

Dyufufu. Oof, pardon me. This one is not an otaku de gozaru so…

Maybe because I was having such peach-colored delusions.

I wasn’t paying attention to Masato-sama’s words or actions.

To put it clearly, I had let my guard down.

“Shiori-chan? Are you listening?”

“Ehh?! —Ah!”

The moment he peered in looking puzzled.

I get surprised and lose my balance.

Combined with the fact that I was sitting on only about half the chair, my body was about to fall in the opposite direction of Masato-san.

(Crap…!)

Even trying to cling to the desk instantly, it’s too late.

At this rate, I’ll fall—.

“Watch out!”

Masato-san tries to support my body.

A person cool to the ends of the earth.

Even so, in the split second before borrowing Masato-san’s hand, my body loses its place to deposit weight and falls.

My left hand, losing its place to go—.

Gashan! The sound echoed.

“Ouch ouch… Shiori-chan, are you okay?”

I open my eyes.

My body is fine. Because Masato-san’s left hand is supporting my back.

The chair hasn’t fallen either.

Masato-san must have prevented it from falling in the nick of time.

Then, what was that sound just now?

A sensation in my left hand.

I’m gripping something. This is—.

“Umm, what happened… wait.”

Instantly, the blood drained from me.

What I was gripping was the curtain hanging over the bookshelf.

Because I pulled it, the curtain falls to the ground.

That was the only barrier protecting the “pure me.”

The bookshelf with nothing blocking it, and Masato-san are facing each other.

There, the myriad collections of Shiori Shinomiya as an otaku woman. Books, manga, figures, acrylic stands, and other goods.

(…Ah, it’s over.)

At this moment, I lost the right to be with Masato-sama.