CHAPTER 3
Wait. Seriously?
The sounds of textbook pages being flipped and pens gliding across paper could be heard in the air-conditioned room. Once again, Masachika was working on summer homework with Alisa in his living room. He was home alone with a girl of unparalleled beauty. Although any ordinary boy in puberty would be imagining all sorts of scenarios, this was their fourth study session together, so the novelty had already worn off, and he was able to focus on his studies…or at least, he wished that was how he felt right now. Every time Alisa came over, she became quieter, and the pressure was gradually becoming unbearable. Pressure to do what, one might wonder? Put simply, it felt as if Alisa were saying, “Are we really just going to study every time we do this?”
Even now, he felt strangely pressured as she silently scribbled away, seeming composed. Honestly, since the first day she came over, he felt she was dressed a little too nice just to do homework. Be that as it may, women often dressed up for themselves to feel good and not for others, so it would perhaps be egotistical, to put it lightly, to immediately think she was dressing up for him. And that was why Masachika didn’t mention her appearance once. But today—today, she was wearing a little makeup, making her already otherworldly beauty stand out even more. Her good looks were intimidating in a way, and there was no way Masachika could ignore the signs anymore.
She is obviously dressing up for some reason…even though we’re only doing our summer homework…
Despite being used to looking Alisa in the eyes by now, when he saw her…armed to the teeth like this, it captivated him. Perhaps the word captivated didn’t do his feelings justice, though. He was genuinely grateful to see something so pleasing to the eye. Just staring at her brought him joy. He was essentially worshipping her.
“…What?”
Alisa picked up on his gaze and suddenly lifted her head in curiosity.
“Nothing… I was just noticing your makeup, since it’s not often I see you wearing any.”
“Oh…yes, I put on a little this morning, I suppose?”
“Well, you look— Uh… You look even more beautiful today than usual,” he complimented, albeit a little awkwardly.
“…Thanks,” she stoically replied as if she was used to people telling her that. However, the tense air from earlier seemed to somewhat dissipate, and her faintly curling lips showed that his comment did make her happy, despite how it may have appeared. But the instant Masachika bashfully looked down at his notebook, Alisa’s lips tightened again. She glared at the top of his head with clear discontent, fidgeting with the brand-new ribbon tied in her hair while she whispered in Russian:
“<Then invite me to go out somewhere already.>”
“…You say something?”
“I just said you lost a point for taking so long to compliment me. That’s all.”
“Well, excuuuse me. You were just sooo beautiful that I was at a loss for words.”
“Oh, come on. I simply got a little dressed up. Nothing more.”
You can’t seriously be saying that, thought Masachika as he coldheartedly glared at her for having the audacity to say such a thing. Alisa never wore makeup. It was always as if she was saying, “What? Makeup’s against school rules? I don’t care. I don’t even wear makeup.” But not today. Although it wasn’t much, she still did her makeup today, so to call that getting a “little dressed up” like it wasn’t a big deal was absurd.
Alisa averted her eyes from Masachika’s skeptical gaze and added:
“I was… I was practicing a little. People in the real world would make fun of me for not knowing how to do my makeup, so I figured I would give it a try whenever I had some extra time on my hands…”
“Huh. Is that so?”
“…Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Just enjoying my eye candy. You look so beautiful, no matter what angle I admire you from. I could admire you all day,” he replied in a monotone voice, still impassive. After the corner of Alisa’s eye twitched, her face suddenly glowed as if she’d been struck with an idea that made her smile.
“<Are you sure you’re fine with just looking?>”
Her eyes were inviting and her voice teasing. Masachika stiffened at the sudden seductive whisper in Russian.
“…What was that?”
“I was simply wondering if you even knew what good makeup looked like.” She snorted in a belittling way, crossing her arms while leaning back in her chair.
“<Come on now, you can touch if you’d like, you know?>”
…Touch what?
Masachika was genuinely curious as the jiggling ripe melons reasserted their presence over her arms. His eyes locked onto Alisa’s; he felt somewhat annoyed by her cocky smile, which curled with a sense of superiority as if to say, “Heh! You have no idea what I’m saying!”
You little punk… I wonder how she’d like it if I said, “<Don’t mind if I do!> ” before squeezing the ever-loving life out of her boobs.
He imagined the look on her face if he actually followed through. It was a deeply interesting idea, and it was definitely something he’d love to try if he could save beforehand and then reload his file. However, it was pretty obvious the option would lead to a game-over screen, and he valued his life, so he decided to stick to merely imagining her reaction.
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