CHAPTER 5
Be proud of your fake persona.
“Before we decide on the events for field day, I have a little announcement,” declared Touya while glancing briefly at Chisaki. They were holding the first student council meeting after midterms.
“During the disciplinary committee meeting the other day, they voted on who would fill the position of disciplinary committee president, which has been vacant since the Autumn Heights Festival…and they went with Chisaki. The official announcement will be made at the next morning assembly.”
Everyone except Maria, who probably already knew what had happened, looked astonished when they heard Touya’s report. But in the midst of their surprise, Yuki calmly raised her right hand.
“Does that mean that she is going to be both the student council vice president and the president of the disciplinary committee?”
“That’s what it looks like. I know this is surprising, but with no other qualified candidates, the committee had no other choice.” Touya shrugged, or rather slumped his shoulders, as if to say, “It is what it is.”
Although Masachika was certainly surprised at first, it actually made sense to him after reflecting on the idea for a moment. The disciplinary committee, having taken the lead in quelling the commotion at the school festival, had become something of a hero among the students. Plus, Sumire, who had been at the forefront of it all, had been popular to begin with. Many students already believed that she would be able to bring peace and order to the school. Unfortunately, however, the main instigator of the commotion was none other than Sumire’s own cousin, and while only a very small number of students actually had a problem with that, Sumire herself had declined the position of disciplinary committee president. That, however, left them with a different issue at hand: There was no other student who was trusted enough to take over as disciplinary committee president. Except for one person, that is.
Right… Normally, she wouldn’t even be considered, since she’s the student council vice president, but this is Chisaki we’re talking about. People trust her.
Not only had Chisaki herself played a significant role in resolving the incident, but she was also the one who had transformed the disciplinary committee into the militant group that it was today. Under ordinary circumstances, she should have become the disciplinary committee president in her second year of high school, just like she was in middle school. However, she ended up accepting Touya’s proposal and joined the student council instead, so Sumire essentially took over for her in spirit. In fact, one could argue that having Chisaki as the disciplinary committee president would be like bringing the committee back to how it was supposed to be.
“Well, then… ‘Congratulations,’ I guess?”
Masachika glanced back and forth between Chisaki and Touya, unsure if he should applaud. Chisaki also smiled hesitantly, tilting her head, as if she was unsure about how to react.
“Mmm… Yeah… I’ll probably be more like an honorary adviser while Sumire handles most of the real work, though. Still, I probably won’t be showing up to student council meetings as often as I used to.”
“Oh, so that’s why Touya looks so depressed.”
“Ha-ha! Exactly. You’re so cute.” Chisaki grinned, playfully nudging her seemingly depressed boyfriend’s shoulder as his uniform strained in protest.
“Mn! At any rate, shall we start deciding on what events we’re doing for field day?” asked Touya as he smoothed out the wrinkles in his twisted uniform. Each member then lowered their eyes to the documents in front of them that listed the names and descriptions of the field day events collected from a school-wide survey.
“As you can see on the whiteboard, I’ve already listed the most common events from every year, like the one hundred–meter dash and the four hundred–meter relay, so I hope we can find something a little more unique in these surveys…”
“…Most of these already seem a little too unique, if you ask me.”
Masachika’s quip was met with a chorus of wry smirks as everyone began to point out the ridiculous suggestions that were clearly meant as a joke.
“‘Waterfall training’? Where are we gonna get a waterfall?!”
“This ‘sword dancing’ has to be because of the play at the school festival, right?”
“What’s a ‘snow cone–eating contest’?”
“‘Handstand twenty-meter dash’…? I’m not even sure a single kid at school could reach the finish line on their hands.”
“Although ‘sumo match’ sounds ridiculous, it actually might work…”
“Yeah, that at least sounds realistic…”
Amid their excitement, Touya, with a rather ambiguous expression, mentioned:
“The suggestions here like ‘kumite’ and ‘melee combat’ feel more like military exercises than actual field day events. I can’t help but feel what happened the other day has something to do with this.”
Everyone’s expressions soured while they slowly discovered other ridiculous events here and there that seemed more suited for military training than for field day. It was easy to see why these options had been suggested, though. Ever since the Autumn Heights Festival, there had been a surge of interest in martial arts among the student body. The kendo club, in particular, had been inundated with out-of-season club membership applications, making it difficult to manage. It was clear that the incident at the festival had had a significant impact in various ways.
Although the violence that occurred during the otherwise enjoyable school festival had been quite traumatic for some students, the sight of the student council members bravely subduing the intruders, despite being students themselves, had left a strong impression on many. Ultimately, what seemed like nothing more than a tragedy, where many students realized their own vulnerabilities, had sparked an unprecedented boom in self-defense training at Seirei Academy.
“Well… I guess this is a far healthier alternative to everyone having emotional trauma, which would obviously interfere with their school life as well,” suggested Touya, tilting his head curiously, to which Chisaki shrugged and added:
“Plus, the school nurse and counselor were highly adamant about everyone getting enough exercise, to boot. In fact, it doesn’t look like there have been any student complaints regarding physical or mental health issues lately, either.”
“Really? That’s good. They say that a healthy mind is the key to having a healthy body, after all.”
“Exactly,” Chisaki agreed with satisfaction. Glancing sideways at her, Masachika then muttered:
“I did hear a guy complain that his delicate, sensitive girlfriend joined the kendo club and turned into some sort of rude, hard-ass street fighter, though.”
“…I’m glad he discovered something new about his girlfriend.”
“I think his issue was that she used to be nice.”
Chisaki swiftly avoided Masachika’s fed up glare. After all, he couldn’t help but want to know how some girl, who apparently used to be sweet and love flowers, was now looking at roses and saying things like, “Pathetic. Do you really think those thorns are going to protect you? Don’t make me laugh.”
“Hey, I’m not the captain of the kendo club… That’s Sumire’s job, right? So don’t ask me why she turned out that way…”
“And Sumire turned into the woman she is today because of you, right? I know that Sumire used to be a proper gentlewoman and a stranger to violence when she first started going to our school.”
“Ha-ha… Yeah…”
Chisaki awkwardly looked away, as if she was self-aware enough to know what she had done, then obviously tried to change the subject as she focused on the survey at hand.
“Oh, hey. Someone wrote ‘steel stitching.’ Really takes you back, huh?”
“…? What’s that?” Maria wondered aloud.
“Oh, it’s a training regimen from this old, famous comic called ‘Record of the Ruler’s Path,’” replied Masachika.
“A comic? Oh, neat. I’ve never heard of it.”
Maria looked up at Masachika…but when their eyes met, she quickly averted her gaze, her eyes eventually landing on the documents in her hands. Her reaction even started to make Masachika uncomfortable, too.
Gaaah! I was trying so hard not to think about it…
Aware of the unsettling feeling in his chest, Masachika returned his gaze to the documents in front of him as well. Meanwhile, Chisaki, sitting across from them, appeared completely oblivious to the tension between the two while she reminisced.
“This really does bring back so many good memories. Maybe I’ll give it a try.”
“Wait? Seriously?” said Masachika. He grunted, just trying to take his mind off Maria.
“Seriously. Could you grab me the frying pan and the sewing set?” asked Chisaki. When she noticed Maria looking completely baffled, she added, “Ah, right. So ‘steel stitching’ is a training method that the comic’s protagonist used to see the flow of energy… He says something like, ‘Everything in this world has a flow of energy. If you can perceive it and apply force to the correct place in the correct direction, then strength becomes unnecessary. Even sewing a steel plate with a needle would be child’s play.’”
“Yeah, that used to be so popular. I didn’t read the comic until later in life, but I remember getting to the part where that martial arts master had a tiger stitched into his armor and being, like, ‘That’s so badass.’”
“I know, right? When I read that comic, I was in the middle of trying to change myself…so it really had a big influence on me.”
“Oh, you read it when you were…‘modifying’ yourself?”
“Yeah, coincidentally, this method was made for the small, weak protagonist to put on some muscle and get stronger, right? So I thought it was perfect for me…and I started having stare-offs with the frying pan at home every single day so I could train myself to see its chi flow.”
“How long did you end up doing that?”
“Until middle school, I guess.”
“That long?!”
“Yep. Soon after I started middle school, I learned something that completely shocked me, though: Inanimate objects don’t have chi, and there’s no way for the human eye to perceive chi, either.”
“I’m amazed they even let you into Seirei Academy.”
“You have no idea how startled I was… I remember thinking, ‘If this isn’t chi, then what is it?’”
“What were you seeing?!”
“I had no idea you were a master of the kidou combat method…”
“Hmm? Yuki, did you read ‘Record of the Ruler’s Path,’ too?”
“Oh, no. However, I remember seeing my male classmates being really excited about it back in elementary school.”
That was when Masachika decided it was time to bring the conversation back on track before Yuki could completely out herself as a nerd.
“At any rate, I don’t think anyone but Chisaki can stitch frying pans with a needle, so let’s pick a different game.”
“Just so we’re clear, I can’t embroider a frying pan, either.”
“Oh? Not even you, huh?”
“Yeah, I can get the needle through, but the thread keeps bunching up at the hole, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out what I’m doing wrong.”
“The thread’s probably fusing with the head of the needle.”
“Ohhh, that makes sense.”
“I know this has nothing to do with what everyone’s talking about, but what do you guys think of this class-versus-class domino toppling competition? It sounds pretty fun.”
“That does sound fun…but wouldn’t it be a little hard to stand dominos outside? One strong gust of wind would ruin the game.”
“I believe we would have trouble standing up dominos in the dirt as well.”
“Good point.”
And with those words from Touya, the other members suddenly began to seriously discuss the events for some reason, ignoring the obvious jokes.
“What do you think about this ‘foot-pressure-point race’? ♪”
“Maybe we could use that as one of the obstacles for the obstacle course?”
“However, that would mean that everyone would need to take their shoes off while running the course… What are we going to do about that?”
“We’ll just let the sports festival committee handle the details. I’m personally interested in the foot-pressure-point race, too, but making a mat that’s a few dozen meters long would be tough… That’s why I think we should include a smaller version in the obstacle course.”
“Good idea! ♪”
“The ‘sandbag-lifting’ event was really fun last year, so everyone’s fine with including that, too, right?”
“Yeah, that doesn’t require a lot of space, so we could do that simultaneously with other events, too.”
“Good point.”
“How does everyone feel about the ‘waiter race’?”
“The waiter—? Oh, here it is. Is it a race where you run while holding a tray with a glass on it? Of course you’d want to do this. You’d obviously win.”
“Ha-ha-ha! Yeah, she probably would, but it does sound a little fun, doesn’t it? It would be easy to set up, too.”
“I agree. ♪ I think we should consider it at least, if we don’t have enough races.”
But right as they had more or less decided on the events…Yuki suddenly spoke up:
“By the way, do you think we could talk about this year’s Run?” Yuki’s casual remark immediately put Masachika and Alisa on guard. Yuki then flashed her trademark mysterious smile at them while she asked Touya, “Alya and I are going to be the only ones competing this year, right?”
“Hmm? Oh, I guess you’re right.”
“Then I have a suggestion.” Yuki clapped her hands and continued, “A one-on-one match would end far too quickly, so how about we make this year’s Run a team battle with three riders on each side?”
It was a suggestion that seemed purely concerned with how fun she could make field day. Of course, the proposal to switch the Run into a team competition, arguing that one-on-one matches lacked excitement, was quite reasonable, but the suggestion was full of downsides for Masachika and Alisa.
You little punk…! You’re only suggesting this because you know there’s no way we’d ever find ten people to help us!
Having three riders meant that they needed twelve participants altogether, so even after getting Sayaka and Nonoa on board, they still needed to get eight more people. Put simply, while it would be easy for Yuki to get that many people to help her, since she used to be the student council president in middle school, Alisa, being a transfer student, was going to have a much harder time.
I could use my connections to get enough people together…but that would be kind of pointless. Tsk. Little punk sure likes to fight dirty.
Though feeling bitter, Masachika retorted calmly, “I agree that the match would be over too soon if we were fighting one-on-one, but why don’t we just do best out of three? That’d give us a clear winner, and I’m sure the crowd would love it.”
“I am worried that three matches would be too exhausting. Furthermore, if the first match concludes with one of the riders falling off due to injury or exhaustion, then it would be difficult to continue the competition. Besides…”
After countering Masachika’s suggestion, Yuki placed her hand on her cheek and frowned.
“…There is currently far too much of a size difference between our teams, so I worry that it would not be a fair match. Surely such a one-sided match would bore the audience. Wouldn’t you agree? However, if the match were three-versus-three, then a sense of possibility would arise that anyone could win with the right tactics, and I believe that would make for a far more exciting match.”
I—I can’t believe she just came out and said it!
Masachika gritted his teeth in frustration as Yuki boldly used their disadvantage as a shield. No matter how Masachika and Alisa tried to argue, it would only make them look like bullies. Plus, there was no way a certain sporty girl was going to keep quiet once Yuki mentioned that it wasn’t going to be a fair fight.
“Yuki does have a point. The size difference is too much. It wouldn’t be fair,” agreed Chisaki, just as Masachika—and Yuki—had expected. There was an unwritten rule that the student council president and vice president would not interfere in the election of the next student council president, which Touya had been following, maintaining his silence. Meanwhile, Chisaki seemed to be speaking purely from a sense of sportsmanship. Or perhaps she simply wasn’t aware of the unwritten rule. There was even a possibility that she wasn’t even conscious of the fact that her statement could be seen as interference in the next student council election.
In any case, the fact that the vice president supported Yuki’s proposal was huge.
This isn’t good. She’s the one suggesting something that breaks the rules and tradition, and yet I look like the bad guy now.
Masachika felt a growing sense of urgency, but before he could even say a word, Alisa, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly spoke up.
“What do you think, Masha?”
Masachika’s eyes went wide in astonishment.
That’s it. We just need Masha on our side. If we could get her to agree with us, then…
He looked at Maria with hopeful eyes as she calmly tapped her finger near her lips.
“The Run…is that game where all the candidates running for student council president battle on ‘horseback,’ right? Alya, who are going to be your other two helpers?”
“…I plan on having Sayaka and Nonoa help,” Alisa answered, her eyes occasionally glancing at Yuki and Ayano. Unsurprisingly, Maria pouted, with her cheeks puffed out.
“What?! Why didn’t you ask me? That sounds like so much fun. ♪”
“…?!”
A shiver ran down Masachika’s spine, for Maria’s remark had completely derailed Masachika and Alisa’s plan, so without missing a beat, Yuki capitalized on this opening and tried to win Maria over.
“Oh? Well, if Masha wants to play, too, then it probably would be better if we did three-versus-three. That way, Masha could play, too.”
“That would be wonderful. ♪ Do you two mind if I join you?”
Yuki smirked, Chisaki nodded solemnly in agreement, and Maria grinned like an innocent little angel. The moment Masachika and Alisa saw their reactions, they knew they had been outmatched.
“Dammit… She got us…”
“It’s not like we had much of a chance. She made a good point.”
After the student council meeting, Masachika and Alisa returned to their classroom, turned their seats to face each other at their desks, and held an emergency meeting to discuss their campaign strategy.
“But what are we going to do now? If we invite Takeshi and Hikaru, then we could have a team of four with the members of Fortitude…but we still need five more members, even if we include Masha.”
“Yeah…”
“Do you have anyone in mind who could help?”
“…”
Alisa simply looked away without saying a word, but Masachika knew full well this was how she was going to react, so he didn’t say another word and simply began to rack his brain.
“…If we can’t come up with anyone else to help, then we might as well go all out and form a real team.”
“What do you mean by ‘real team’?”
“We’ll ask tall guys in sports clubs to help us so that we can win, no matter who Yuki brings with her. I mean, if we’re not worried about finding the most popular people to help, then I know a few people in the basketball club that might be interested—”
“Absolutely not.”
He blinked in astonishment at Alisa’s abrupt, firm interruption.
“…Why?”
“‘Why?’ Er…,” Alisa stammered in response to his innocent question. Then, looking down to the side, she grumbled:
“<Because you’re the only man who’s allowed to touch me.>”
“…?!”
Masachika was completely caught off guard by the sudden Russian. He desperately tried to keep himself from reacting, so he tensed up as Alisa averted her gaze.
Wh-why did you have to say that?! I just want to—gaaah!!!
He ground his teeth while screaming in his head, unable to even form a complete sentence, but he eventually managed to put on a mask of bewilderment.
“What did you just say?”
“…I said I don’t want to do the Run with guys that I don’t really know.”
“…Okay. But did you consider the huge advantage we’d have if you had three guys support you?”
“I looked up how these cavalry games work. When you have four people, the rider sits on the arms or the shoulders of the two guys in the back, right? I-in other words…th-the two people in the back are going to be touching my butt…” Alisa paused as a shiver ran down her spine, causing her to wrap her arms around herself tightly. She then narrowed her gaze sharply and snapped at him. “Absolutely not! I’d rather die!”
“What a germaphobe,” Masachika joked.
Alisa’s vehement rejection would make any guy in school slump in disappointment, feeling like they were lower than scum, but the reality was that it actually could end up being a problem.
If some guy’s drooling over Alya while he’s holding her, he might not even be able to focus on the match… Regardless, I’m not going to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to.
Masachika shrugged, then began to rack his brain once more.
“Then naturally, we should put Masha in our group… I’m sure that’s how she imagined it as well, so all we need now is to come up with five more members…”
After discussing the issue, they finally decided on four potential candidates…
“All right, so I’ll talk to those six tomorrow, including Takeshi and Hikaru… All we need now is one more female helper in our group…”
Masachika listed a few female students who were well-known and influential within the school.
“…That’s about all I can come up with for popular girls that could help us, but…do you know any of them?”
“I’ve met a few during student council work…but they’re essentially strangers to me.”
“Yeah, they’re not even in our grade, so it makes sense,” said Masachika. He wasn’t going to get his hopes up, either. He then leaned back in his chair, gazed up at the ceiling, and furrowed his brow in contemplation.
“Hmm… Decisions, decisions…”
“…What about that one girl?”
“Hmm?”
Lowering her gaze, Alisa continued hesitantly.
“You know…? That girl from the handicraft club.”
“…Oh, Professor Side Slit?”
“Yeah… I don’t even know her real name, thanks to you, you know?”
“If I had to give her a name, it’d be ‘Quirky.’”
“What?”
“Nothing. Anyway, what’s wrong with just calling her Professor Side Slit?”
“Everything,” she replied, but Masachika simply crossed his arms and ignored her.
“Hmm… I think she’d do it if we asked her, but Professor Side Slit isn’t really that well-known in her grade. A lot of first-year students know her, but I’d rather have someone who’s taller and more well-known. A girl that’s a second- or third-year student would be ideal…”
“…I hardly know anyone in the grades above us, and I definitely don’t know anyone who’d want to help me…”
“All right, I guess I could use one of my connections to help us, but…”
“But—?”
“Do you mind if one of our helpers specifically supports me? The rest of them, like Masha, are your supporters, right?” Masachika interrupted before Alisa could shut him down. She pondered for around ten seconds before reluctantly nodding.
“Well, I suppose I wouldn’t mind if it’s only one person…”
“Good. But I’d rather not pick someone you don’t even know, so… Hmm… I need someone who knows you and someone who’d be willing to help me out… Plus, she needs to be somewhat well-known around school…”
After thinking about it for a while, Masachika groaned, realizing how unrealistic finding someone like that was.
“This is hard… Because my supporters are Yuki’s supporters, for the most part…so I’d need to find someone who’d pick me over her…”
“I figured as much…”
“Yeah… Oh, hey. Do you know Kitagawa? She’s the vice president of the flower arrangement club.”
“Huh…? No. Well, maybe, but I don’t recall.”
“All right… What about Kanazawa? She’s a third-year student in the volleyball club, and she’s really tall.”
“I’ve seen her around before…but I’ve never talked to her.”
“Then how about Minamiho? She’s a second-year student in the literature club. She’s not very tall, has short hair and red glasses…”
“…I don’t know her.”
“Hmm…”
That was when he noticed Alisa’s seemingly random, chilling gaze.
“…Alya? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Uh… The way you’re looking at me is scaring me.”
“I’m not looking at you any differently than I usually do. I was just thinking about how reliable my partner here is,” claimed Alisa, slowly crossing her arms and legs. Then, with a cold, mirthless smile, she urged him to continue. “Go on. Are there any other girls who you think can help us?”
“…No, just those three.”
He lied. There was actually one more person he had in mind, but his gut was telling him to keep his mouth shut.
“Uh-huh.”
Alisa skeptically stared at her partner for a few seconds until she eventually shrugged.
“Fine.”
Masachika inwardly let out a sigh of relief, when—
“So how did you become friends with the three girls you just named?”
“…?!”
“Where did you meet them? Who talked to who first?”
“…Is that important?”
“Of course it is. It might help me figure out how to gain more supporters.”
While her words were certainly diligent and virtuous, she had the piercing gaze of a police officer interrogating a suspect.
“Well, uh… Kitagawa… I had the chance to see what the flower arrangement club was like. It was like a workshop…and she liked how I arranged the flowers…so we started talking a little.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And I met Kanazawa when I was at the gymnasium for student council work, and she spiked a volleyball that hit me on the head…”
“Ff—! Uh-huh?”
“I ended up with a mild concussion, and she felt really guilty, so she started taking care of me a little, and we got to know each other, I guess?”
“O-oh.”
“Now, with Minamiho… We both like reading, so I guess that’s how we got to know each other.”
“…Okay.”
After listening to Masachika’s rough explanations, Alisa suddenly smirked triumphantly for some reason.
“<The way we met was far more dramatic.>”
How??
Although utterly baffled, with a blank expression, Masachika decided to not even think about things and asked, “So? What do you want to do? Want to try asking one of them?”
Alisa froze the instant she heard his suggestion and frowned, but after ten seconds of contemplation, she clenched her teeth and painfully asked her question.
“By the way, do you have any boys you were considering, if given the option?”
“Huh? I mean, I do, but you just told me you didn’t want any guys helping…”
“I was just checking! Just in case. That’s all.”
“Well, we could always ask the guy in the basketball club who I was just telling you about, but…”
He named a few candidates, as requested, but unsurprisingly, none of them were familiar to Alisa. She fell silent, her face twisting in frustration.
“So? What do you want to do?” Masachika asked timidly, while Alisa seemed to be battling some sort of inner demons. She gritted her teeth, but right as she opened her mouth to respond—
“Oh! There you are! Kuzeee! ♪”
The sliding door to the room slid open with a loud rattle, followed by an exaggeratedly sweet voice that echoed throughout the classroom. Both heads turned as a female student with long black hair tied in a side ponytail approached them, waving her hand enthusiastically. She had a perfectly proportioned figure and was wearing a short skirt that revealed long, shapely legs. The blue ribbon on her uniform indicated that she was a third-year student. Her appearance was full of the brightness and cuteness of a famous pop star, while giving off the vibe of a cheerful and friendly young girl…and yet Masachika seemed exhausted, for some reason.
“Heeey. Come on. What kind of reaction is that? You’re gonna make me cry.”
“Sorry, Elena. Your positive aura’s so blindingly bright that I lost all my HP.”
“Ha-ha-ha! Oh, come ooon! I know you don’t get nervous around extroverts like me!”
“Ha-ha. Well, as a nerd, I believe it’s important to be intimidated by popular girls,” he replied in a monotone voice while being slapped on the shoulder. The female student then spun around to face Alisa and smiled charmingly.
“Oh, hey. Sorry, Alisa. I know this is sudden, but can I borrow Kuze for a second?”
“Oh. Sure, Narahashi—”
“Oh my gosh. Call me Elena.”
“Uh…”
“Sorry, Alya gets really nervous around extroverts, so can you go a little easy on her for me?”
“For real? My bad. Was I being too friendly?”
“No, it’s fine…Elena.”
“See? I knew you could do it, Alisa. Anyway, now that we’re friends, maybe we could hug?”
“Don’t push it,” Masachika retorted sharply with a cold glare, eliciting a dry laugh from the female student as she gave him the thumbs-up.
“Oh, yeaaah. I like it when you boss me around, Kuze.”
Her name was Elena Narahashi, a third-year student at Seirei Academy, the president of the brass band club, and believe it or not, she was actually a former student council vice president. Therefore, she would still occasionally visit the student council room to tease the younger students, help out with student council duties, or simply enjoy a cup of tea. She’d actively participated as the vice president of the school festival executive committee during the Autumn Heights Festival the other day as well.
She’s apparently loved by the younger students in the brass band club, since she’s really friendly and takes care of everyone… She used to be the vice president as well, so she is pretty popular…
“There aren’t many people at school that boss me around and talk down to me the way you do, Kuze, so come on! Come whenever you’re ready! I can go all night if you can keep up!”
“Don’t be gross.”
“Ah! Why are you staring at me like I disgust you? I feel like you’re about to awaken something inside me…”
“Well, let’s hope it’s something with a brain.”
“Is this enlightenment? My eyes have just been opened…but I don’t want to be awakened! What would be left of me without my sexual desires?”
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