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<Gathering of Saints>

[Mana]: Tomorrow’s day 2 of the culture fest, isn’t anyone inviting a guy?

[Hatsumi]: Didn’t Miaki say she was inviting her bf? Isn’t he bringing guys?

[Miaki]: Ah—he asked if he could bring a guy friend.

[Mana]: Fr!?!? That’s hot!!

[Miaki]: But I refused.

【[Mana] has removed [Miaki] from the group】

[Shiori]: Such a quick removal art. Blink and you’ll miss it.

【[Hatsumi] has invited [Miaki]】

【[Miaki] has joined】

[Miaki]: Your boiling point is basically zero, brat.

[Mana]: No why’d you refuse? Are you stupid?

[Miaki]: No cause you guys would definitely kamikaze him. I hated that idea.

[Hatsumi]: Haaah that is offensive. We are totally ladies over here.

[Mana]: I would have escorted him modestly, you know?

[Miaki]: That is definitely a lie…

[Hatsumi]: Huh? What about Shiori’s Prince?

[Shiori]: Ah—… um—… I think, he’s coming.

[Mana]: Seriously?! We finally get to meet the real thing!

[Miaki]: Oh—. I’m simply looking forward to that.

[Hatsumi]: Why so vague?

[Mana]: Is he! Not bringing men! Ah, well, the Prince himself is totally welcome though.

[Shiori]: He is not bringing men…

[Mana]: Men “plural”…?

[Hatsumi]: Ah… (Guessing

[Miaki]: Lmao

[Shiori]: He said ‘I’m going with a friend who’s a graduate from there!’… Apparently it’s a woman.

[Mana]: Simple hell lol

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The Culture Festival.

I experienced it last year too, but back then I didn’t have any close friends, and I didn’t have anyone to invite, so I ended the day just watching the shop.

But this year is different.

“Mornin’~. Oh, if it isn’t Cuckold Shiorin.”

“Good morning. Your verbal blade is razor-sharp this morning. It’s dangerous, so shall we put it away?”

Entering the classroom while spouting hateful nonsense was Hatsumi, the number one winner of the Boyish Championship (internal company survey).

I haven’t known Hatsumi or the other members that long, but maybe our wavelengths match because we get along very well. Or maybe that’s just me assuming… I want to believe that’s not the case.

“Being okay with NTR developments… Shiori’s fetishes run deep in karma too, huh.”

“I-it’s not decided that I’m being cuckolded yet.”

“Your voice is trembling.”

Well, honestly, I can’t deny it.

I remember the day of that summer festival.

Considering how shallow I was back then, my fetishes probably are karmically deep and perverted.

The woman Masato-san said he’s bringing today is surely that kind of relationship.

But the scary thing is, I think I’m okay with that.

Come to think of it, my image of Masato-san has changed steadily.

At first, a super handsome older guy. Halfway through, realizing his personality was perfect superhuman status… And recently, well, his female relationships…

But honestly, that itself isn’t a bad thing for me. Of course, at first, I wanted to be Masato-san’s number one, I wanted to be his girlfriend, but thinking calmly, there’s no way I alone could handle such a perfect handsome man.

If Masato-san is loose with his female relationships, maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance for me to get some leftovers…

“Ah, morning~ Cuckold.”

“My name isn’t Cuckold.”

Every single one of them thinks that’s who I am without fail.

And anyway, he’s not my boyfriend, so it’s not technically NTR.

“Class 2-B is doing a Haunted Houuuuse!”

“We’re doing a café!”

“Takoyaki fresh off the griiiiill!”

When the school facility is wrapped in this much noise, it certainly has a feeling of unreality.

Last year I honestly couldn’t like this clamor, but this year I don’t feel so bad about it.

That’s probably a matter of my own feelings.

“Shiori, it’s fine, I’ll take the sign. Prince Charming is coming soon, right?”

“Ah, is it already that time…?”

I was just standing in front of the classroom, but surprisingly time had passed.

Even so…

Suppressing my melancholy, I fixed my appearance in the student restroom.

Honestly, my mood was complex.

Of course, I’m happy Masato-san is coming to the festival, and my excitement is rising.

But, but.

He said he’s bringing a woman. What face exactly am I supposed to make when I introduce myself to that person…?

If this were a common rom-com, maybe that person and I would have sparks fly and fight over Masato-san.

But I didn’t feel like doing that.

I look in the mirror. Reflected there is the usual me.

My appearance is maintained, but Masato-san knows the human named Shinomiya Shiori hidden inside.

I like Masato-san.

But knowing his high specs, I understand he’s not an existence I should monopolize.

The woman he’s likely bringing today is surely aiming for him too. That goes without saying. Being near Masato-san and not falling for him would seem like a defect as a woman (Extremist view).

And surely, she’s much cuter and more feminine than me.

When I see that with my own eyes, what emotion will I harbor?

Jealousy? Self-loathing?

Or maybe… that distorted, yet exhilarating feeling I felt on the day of the summer festival—

Vrr, my smartphone vibrated slightly.

Taking it out of my pocket, I saw the words “Katasato Masato.”

Confirming the message that he had arrived at school, I let out a breath.

“Well… what will be, will be…”

“Riiight, let’s all go watch Shiori get cuckolded right in front of our eyes—”

“Man, I’m looking forward to it. Seeing a friend get her brain destroyed live.”

“You guys are seriously total scumbags, you know that?”

Standing in the hallway waiting for Masato-san, my friends swarmed out of the classroom to peek.

Ah, I’m starting to really hate this.

“Ah, there she is! It’s Shiori-chan.”

That voice was heard suddenly.

The figure walking from down the hall, combined with Masato-san’s model-like physique and face, looked not unlike a scene from a drama.

The problem is the woman walking behind him…

Masato-san was wearing a deep blue and white, so-called apron-check long-sleeved shirt, and black skinny jeans. Even the shoulder pochette seemed to highlight his coolness.

“Thanks for inviting me, Shiori-chan! Uh, this is my friend Koumi! She says she’s a graduate of this school.”

“Yes, yes! Igarashi Koumi here! It hasn’t been that many years, but there isn’t much nostalgia, huh~!”

Popping her face out from behind Masato-san was a cute woman with a short bob.

Ah, thiiiis is hopeless. There isn’t a single element I’m winning in.

Short culotte skirt and off-shoulder blouse. She’s sparkling with an aura that screams “I’m a normie extrovert.”

Pon, hands were placed on my shoulders from both sides.

“Shiori. It’s impossible. Give up. The opponent is too strong.”

“Ah. It’s not even a match. Trash, sheer trash. You are.”

“Could you guys seriously shut up?!”

I brush off the hands of my trash friends looking at me with pity.

I knew that from the beginning!

“…? I thought we’d go around Shiori-chan’s class first, but is now okay?”

“Ah, it’s fine. The shop is empty right now…”

I’m starting to feel incredibly miserable…?

Anyway, I took Masato-san and his friend Igarashi-san into the classroom.

Our class attraction is a café. Nothing unusual, just a normal café.

When I entered the classroom with Masato-san, the room suddenly buzzed with excitement.

“Eh… who is that handsome guy?”

“Shinomiya-san’s boyfriend?”

“No, surely that’s not possible…”

Hey, who’s the guy who just slipped an insult in there?

I think so too, though.

“Oh my, isn’t that Koumi-senpai!”

“Ara! Long time no see~! You doing well?”

Just as I guided the two to a seat, a classmate called out to Igarashi-san. If I recall, that girl is from the softball club…

“Eh, is he Koumi-senpai’s boyfriend…?! Eh, he’s super cool.”

“It’s true, a total hottie is here!”

The girls in the class swarmed.

Hey, stop it, you guys! Don’t swarm! I get the feeling, but!

“Yes, yes, I get it, but Masato will be troubled, so don’t stare too much! Koumi-senpai is scary when she’s angry, so don’t make her mad, everyone.”

“That’s not it!”

The conversation is progressing and getting lively without me… Her wife-power is high, this person.

They really suit each other, no doubt.

And at that timing, Masato-san, who had taken a seat, poked my arm gently.

“Sorry, even though you invited me, I couldn’t make much time.”

“Eh… Ah, no. Rather, thank you for coming.”

This consideration. This good nature really makes me admire Masato-san as one of a kind.

“…You could be more natural, though.”

“…! W-well, it is a school, so…”

Ah, geez, really, it’s things like this.

Just when I’m half giving up, parts like this stir up my heart.

“Shiori, that’s impossible. Completely impossible. That Senpai is totally into your Prince; you can’t win on specs.”

“I know that without being told.”

Leaving the two, who were still very popular with my classmates, at their seat, I returned to where my friends were.

“No, but I get it. That’s fall-in-love material. Reasonable handsome, personality looks good. If I didn’t have a boyfriend, I’d be in danger.”

“Nice flex.”

I got flexed on by Miaki, who has a boyfriend. Getting carried away…!

But practically, for someone that cool to have no girlfriend until now, you really never know with the world.

If I were told, “He has 10 girlfriends,” I’d think, Yeah, that makes sense, seeing something like that.

“Eh, is it really okay, Masato?”

“Totally fine, looks interesting!”

“Really?! Thank you so much!!”

Hm…? The conversation is heating up.

What is it?

The classmate who was just talking to Masato-san came over here smiling.

“Hey, Shinomiya-san! We’re thinking of having that handsome guy wear a butler outfit and do a little barking for us, what do you think?!”

“…Come again?”

Nothing but things to retort to here????

“Class 2-C Café is open over heeeere!”

“Eh, there’s a cool guy in a butler suit.”

“Wanna check it out?”

Before I knew it, things had progressed, and Masato-san, dressed in a butler outfit brought by a drama club member, was for some reason standing in front of my classroom.

And customers increased. What is this?

Anyway, I’ll take a photo later…

“Masato really will accept anything…”

“Ahaha… true.”

And next to me is Masato-san’s friend, Igarashi-san.

Honestly, my stomach hurts. Yes.

That Igarashi-san, saying “Hey,” took a breath and spoke to me.

“Shiori-chan, do you like Masato?”

“…Umm…”

Yes, it came. A check-swing.

I feel like the ball from the pick-off throw hit me, the runner, directly, but are we okay?

I instinctively want to escape reality, but obviously, that’s not allowed. What is the correct answer here…?

If I say “Yes, I do,” will I get stabbed right this instant?

“Sorry, sorry, hard to say, right? But if you’re near Masato, you end up liking him, right? Really, he’s just too good of a person.”

“…Well, how should I put it, um, yes, I suppose…”

Thinking it impossible to hide, I agreed for the time being.

Then, disappear? Will she say that? Am I safe?

“I figured… Since I heard Masato was tutoring a high school girl, I thought that might be the case~.”

Despite sighing, her reaction is surprisingly peaceful… No, but don’t let your guard down.

Here, I have to properly state my intentions too…

“Ah, but you know. I don’t truly think a human of my level can monopolize Masato-san. But just a little, if I could just get a tiny share, that would be nice, or something…”

…Wait, is that creepy?

Well, but that’s my true feeling.

In the first place, trying to monopolize a god-like person like that seems more likely to incur divine punishment, right? How about it?

Hearing my statement of intent, which would make certain people recoil, Igarashi-san looked slightly blank for a moment.

“…I see. You’re right. Everyone thinks the same thing…”

She muttered.

Does Igarashi-san have thoughts on this too?

Watching Masato-san serve customers with a smile, she wore a somewhat melancholy expression.

“W-well, there’s a theory that everyone around Masato-san is aiming for him. Though honestly, I was surprised when I saw him flirting with a middle schooler or something the other day.”

That girl, too, surely loves Masato-san unbearably. She’s probably right in the middle of puberty.

But seriously, going that far is a bit much. Include me (Desperate).

While thinking that, Igarashi-san turned to face me, eyes wide.

“…Eh?”

“Eh?”

…Uh oh, did I maybe do something wrong?