“Yeah… I’m really sorry about that…”
“Good… Give me your left hand.”
“…? Here.”
Masachika obediently extended his left arm as she glared at him with red cheeks. After holding his left hand in hers, she used her right to mercilessly pinch the back of his hand.
“…! Ow, ow, ow, ow?!”
“And this is your punishment…! For looking at my you-know-whats!” Alisa shouted, putting even more force in the twist before letting go. “There! It’s over! What just happened doesn’t matter anymore! Got it?”
“Yes…”
“Good. Now, come on. Let’s go back,” she softly said as she began to walk away, avoiding eye contact. This time, she made sure to carefully descend the rocky terrain and head to the sand. Masachika picked up the fishing rod and followed after her dejectedly with his head hanging. After making their way to the sandy part of the beach, they continued to walk for a while until Alisa looked diagonally back at Masachika, who was still trudging along with a dark rain cloud over his head, and she pouted.
“<It’s nothing to be that depressed about.>”
With a jolt, Masachika lifted his head up slightly at the sound of the unexpected Russian whisper. That was when he noticed she had a hand on her chest and was seemingly in a bad mood for some reason as she glanced in his direction.
“<What’s your problem? Was there something weird…about my breasts?>”
There was absolutely nothing weird. Thank you for the wonderful, valuable experience. You have enough boob to fit in one hand and then some. Incredible. I wish I were dead.
Even now, his mind continued to wildly wander in the vilest directions, reinforcing that wish. The chivalry imbedded in his mind when he lived at the Suou residence as a kid was wrestling with his consciousness.
“…! I can’t take this any longer!”
Alisa turned around in irritation and glared at Masachika, whose arms were crossed and head still hung.
“I said what happened back there doesn’t matter anymore! So don’t you think it’s rude to me to still be moping around like that?!”
“…?! Oh. Right.”
To Masachika, hearing the words rude to me was like waking up in a panic after dozing off.
“Stand up straight!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
His spine immediately straightened at the sharp sound of her voice. After he nodded back at her stern gaze, Alisa stood next to him and slapped his back.
“Come on. Get moving.”
“Ow! …You got it.”
She glared at him as he unconsciously smiled at her “masculine behavior,” and he began to explain himself in a fluster once more.
“Oh, no. This is… I was just thinking about how open-minded you were…”
“…Hmph.”
With a pout, Alisa looked away from his forced smile. She then began fidgeting with her hair and whispered:
“<You’re still going to have to take responsibility…>”
What does that even mean?
The life in Masachika’s eyes died as he stared up into the vast summer sky, puzzled by her quick change from masculine to innocent young girl.
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