Adolescent Adam Volume 6 Chapter 2

Adolescent Adam Volume 6 Chapter 2

Shirohara Ren had served as Megutono
Academy’s Student Council President through the previous year.





At the time, she had been known as
History’s Greatest President.





She got excellent grades and was skilled at
sports. She was the lacrosse team’s ace and she was beautiful to boot. That
alone would have been enough to make her the school’s most prized student.





But her excellence as President had come
from another talent: her superb leadership.





Her mere presence had a way of whipping
people into shape. Her naturally lofty aura filled people with tension.





She could be a little hardheaded herself.
Whenever someone confessed their love to her, she would give them a lengthy
lecture about how a student should be focused on their studies, so she could be
inflexible. She gave off a strict atmosphere, but that did not seem like a bad
thing unless you were truly up to no good.





Everyone had sensed a slight disturbance of
the public morals after she had left this spring.





She was of course incredibly popular.





Her light brown hair and bright white skin
gave her an almost ephemeral look, but her slanted eyes held a shocking depth.





Her small face was perfect, from the
outline to the distribution of facial features. The long refined bridge of her
nose, her lips, and her strong-willed eyebrows all possessed a certain
elegance.





And she also had a body very unlike a
j.a.panese one. Her beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s swelled out as much as possible without
detracting from her elegance, her waist was skinny in contrast, and her b.u.t.t
was cutely plump. Her hips were positioned high and her tight legs made her
look tall even though she was only about 160 cm. And that helped add to her
reliable charisma.





The entire school had been shaken when word
had arrived that she was leaving. It was well known that 20% of the students
had written in her name when voting for the current year’s Student Council
election.





It was also still unknown why she had left
the school. She had said nothing and not even the teachers had been informed.





It was only speculation, but there were
rumors that she had heart problems. Several people had seen her occasionally
holding her chest, so they wondered if she had transferred elsewhere to undergo
surgery.





At any rate, she was someone that Megutono
Academy’s middle school was not about to forget in only 4 months.





…And the same was true for Mutsuki.







Fifth period ended and school was let out.





From the start of the second term until the
cultural festival at the end of September, the final cla.s.s was a homeroom used
for meetings and preparations. For today, they had just finished changing into
their gym clothes in the locker rooms.





Mutsuki was a little late, so he started
back toward the cla.s.sroom in a bit of a rush.





And on the way…





“President Shirohara is so great.”





“…”





He just about came to a stop when he heard
that name.





He had pa.s.sed by some boys form the
adjacent cla.s.s. They were likely fans because they were discussing the famous
and beautiful President Shirohara Ren on the way back to their own cla.s.sroom.





They said that she was good-looking, that
she had a nice body, and that her refined atmosphere was best of all.





He wanted to stop and listen in, but he
continued on to his cla.s.sroom instead. And…





“Oops.”





“Oh, sorry, Niki-san.”





“Yeah, no biggie.”





He ran across a girl exiting the cla.s.sroom,
so he quickly moved aside.





Niki Hozumi had nearly run into him, but
she was not a delinquent and she politely nodded to him when he let her past.





She had returned her hair to brown and it bounced
as she moved.





He ended up watching her leave as he walked
to his seat. The cultural festival meeting was about to begin. Hozumi and
others partic.i.p.ating with their clubs had left, but everyone else was seated.





“…”





The return of the “most skilled president”
at the beginning of the 2nd term had brought a great change to the entire
school.





No matter where one went, people were
talking about her.





That was normal enough since she had the
public position of Student Council President, but her mysterious departure and
return had also produced much speculation. The biggest theory was that she had
left to be treated for a heart disease, but others claimed she had tried and
failed to skip ahead to a high school elsewhere.





The biggest change was the tense atmosphere
throughout the school.





Everyone worked extra hard at their studies
and athletics and the students corrected their public morals even without the
teachers or Student Council doing anything.





Even taking into account that it was the
start of the new term, the number of tardy students had drastically reduced,
and Niki Hozumi had returned her hair color to normal after only 3 days. Some
had taken on more permanent new looks such as tanned skin or pierced ears, but
they were unable to flaunt it and awkwardly took their lessons as “somewhat
flashy but normal students”.





A week had pa.s.sed since the 2nd term began.





The annoying subject tests were over and it
was time to begin preparing for the big event at the end of September: Megutono
Academy’s cultural festival. It was a little strict, but their school life was
mostly comfortable.





“…Sigh.”





Mutsuki rested his cheek in his hand and
sighed quietly as he listened to the bell for 6th period.





He always felt melancholic when thinking
about Ren lately.





It had been a week since the new term
began, but he still had not had a chance to speak with her.





His relationship at school with Shirohara
Ren was the same as it had been the previous year. They had met once, but they
had no connection beyond that. Mutsuki knew her, but she showed no interest in
a normal student like him. It was hardly a surprise that they had not spoken
during the past week.





But the actual situation was different.





Mutsuki was targeted by FeTUS because he
had the Serpent’s Eye.





And she was a FeTUS agent known as FeTUS
Witches Miss B.





But he had discovered that at the summer
break camping trip half a month earlier. And a week after the new term began,
she had not made any kind of move.





He had discussed it with Ange and Micha,
but FeTUS and the angels were currently pa.s.sive enemies, and their stalemate
meant they could not do anything until FeTUS did. He had tried asking FeTUS,
but Machina and Katsue-sensei had refused to tell him anything.





In the end, he had no idea what to do and
simply felt jealous.





“…”





Also.





There was one more reason for his
melancholy…





“Mutsuki!”





“Eh!?”





The boy had been zoning out, so he nearly
fell out of his chair when his name was called.





He heard his cla.s.smates laughing. Cla.s.s Rep
Sakae had apparently called his name several times while leading the cultural
festival meeting.





“C’mon now, bestie. There’s already way too
many people who refuse to listen to me, the
center of the cla.s.s. I don’t need you joining them too.”





Sakae stood at the lectern and shrugged.
“Sorry, sorry,” apologized Mutsuki with a bitter smile.





Sakae wrote on the blackboard with messy
handwriting: “Cultural Festival Roles”. In the corner, he added: “h.e.l.l yeah!
Cultural Festival!”





“Okay, let’s get started. For the cultural
festival, all the 2nd years are putting on a traffic safety play for the
elementary school.”





He gestured grandly as he spoke. He was an
eternal optimist, so controlling the scene came naturally to him.





“Our cla.s.s will be playing 5 roles, so we
need to decide who will be doing that.”





“Ehhhhh!?”





About 70% of the cla.s.s began booing.





That was hardly surprising. They had to
work with the other 2nd year cla.s.ses for this. And it was a play. More than
just that 70% thought this sounded like a pain in the a.s.s.





But as casual as he could be, Sakae always
made sure to do his job as the cla.s.s rep.





“Yes, yes. Settle down. This was decided
for us, so there’s no helping it.”





He clapped his hands.





None of his cla.s.smates were actually trying
to trouble their cheerful cla.s.s rep, so they soon quieted down. For one thing,
frightening Katsue-sensei was watching them from a corner of the cla.s.sroom.





“Don’t worry. As the undefeated rock-paper-scissors champion, I beat all the other
cla.s.ses and got us all the easiest roles.”





“Ohhhh~~”





This time, the cla.s.s erupted into cheers and
applause.





This childhood friend had natural talent at
entertaining everyone around him. Mutsuki smiled and joined the applause even
though he had not joined the booing.





“First, we’ll decide 3 to be in charge of
props and 1 to be in charge of the spotlight. 





The props require some hard work,
but you share it between several people. The spotlight is only needed during
the rehearsal the day before and during the performance on the day of, so it
should be easy.”





Sakae puffed his chest out proudly.





Everyone seemed to accept that. Those were
some easy jobs. If they had been determined by rock-paper-scissors, he had some
decent luck.





But…





“And? That’s 4, but what about the last
one?”





Saya raised her hand and spoke for the
cla.s.s as a whole. They had 5 roles, but Sakae had only revealed 4.





“Well, about that last one…”





His behavior changed entirely and he
scratched at his head.





“The lead. Someone from our cla.s.s will be
playing the lead.”





“…”





The cla.s.sroom filled with serious booing
this time.





Katsue-sensei ultimately grew angry and the
homeroom became truly unpleasant.





A traffic safety play.





Those were often put on at the police
station to teach small children traffic etiquette such as using the crosswalk
and wearing your yellow hat.





At a mammoth school like Megutono Academy,
the cultural festival was made to encourage interaction between school years,
so the a.s.signed events were often targeted toward another year like this. It
could be a choir or a play. Among those, Mutsuki’s middle school 2nd year had
been a.s.signed a play for the lower elementary school years.





It was an incredibly simple play.





The lead girl had properly raised her hand
and used the crosswalk while in kindergarten. But at her elementary school entrance
ceremony, she decides she is an adult and crosses somewhere other than the
crosswalk. She gets. .h.i.t by a car and injured, preventing her from going to the entrance
ceremony. In the end, she promises a police officer and her mother that she
will never break the traffic rules again.





It was an incredibly simple play that only
lasted about 20 minutes. The only characters were the girl, her mother, and the
police officer.





But their cla.s.s rep had drawn the short
straw in that small framework.





“Ahh, ahh. To think this would happen to
me, the rock-paper-scissors demon…”





“Sakae, you’ve always been unbeatable until
it actually matters. Then you lose every time.”





“Really?”





“In lunch rock-paper-scissors, you would
win the strawberry milk and meatb.a.l.l.s, but then lose the pudding.”





“And the one who stole the pudding from me
was always you, bestie. Oh, dammit. I should’ve sent you in instead when
playing for the roles.”





The homeroom continued, but they were free
to get up from their desks to gather their thoughts. Sakae and Saya naturally
gathered at Mutsuki’s desk.





A somber mood hung over the cla.s.sroom.





Especially over the girls.





The play’s lead was a girl. That meant only
the girls were at risk here.





Taking part in a play was not a big deal.
Students at this school would have to do that at some point, no matter what
year they were in. And if it came to that, they would obediently help with the
props or spotlight. They had enough courage to play the mother or police
officer if they had to.





But they could not help but hesitate when
it came to the lead.





That meant memorizing more lines, but
something else was worse.





The costume.





“Don’t we have someone who would look good
in this?”





Sakae pulled out what he had been given.





It was the play’s costume: clothing and
some props such as the cast for after the accident.





This was why the lead was restricted to
being a “girl” and not just a “child”.





Since the same traffic safety play was done
every year, the costume was already decided.





It was a dress with a large ribbon and a
brand-new red child’s backpack. That kind of lolita design was not something a
girl Mutsuki’s age could wear. This one felt like a punishment, especially when
compared to the 4 doing the props and spotlight.





“Hmm~ A play sounds like fun, but a kid’s
backpack?”





Even ever-cheerful Saya looked unsure.





“You don’t need to worry about it,
Kurikara. I’m not gonna ask you.”





“Why not?”





“Well, these clothes are for an elementary
school girl.”





“?”





“So it’s way too small for-…ow, ow, ow!
Don’t pinch! Don’t pinch!”







Sakae fled as she pulled on the inside of his upper arm (a human weak point).





“That’s not what I meant! An elementary
school size wouldn’t work with someone as tall as you!”





“Oh, I get it now. Sorry, sorry.”





“G.o.d, what a violent girl. Whoever said
someone with a round face has a round heart had no idea what they were-…ow, ow,
ow!”





Saya was really mad now, so Sakae fled with
her in pursuit.





Mutsuki stared at the costumes and backpack
left on his desk.





(Yeah, wearing this at our age would be a
bit much…)





He could not help but think that even
though he was not at risk as a boy.





There were two costumes: the kindergarten
version and the entrance ceremony version. They were both meant for kids.





The entrance ceremony one was not too bad.
It was a dress with finely folded frills adorning the neck, sleeves, and skirt.
With just the one ribbon, it was not too fancy, but it did have an elegant,
gothic lolita design.





However, the kindergarten outfit was
precisely that: a kindergarten uniform. It was a beige-ish yellow smock with
short sleeves and a long skirt.





It would be asking a lot for a girl their
age to wear one, even as a joke.





And as Sakae had pointed out, it was a
small size, so not just any girl would do.





And just as he wondered who could wear it…





“Hey, hey. Mutsuki-kun.”





“Hm?”





Lucia poked at his back from the seat behind
him.





“This is my first cultural festival, but is
putting on this play all we do?”





“No. There’s plenty more. This just means
we only need 5 people for the play our entire year is doing.”





“Hmm.”





The entire school took part in the cultural
festival, so how they partic.i.p.ated differed between years.





The elementary and middle school sections
generally enjoyed the festival while the high school section ran the festival.
The younger you were, the less work you had to do and the more you could walk
around and have fun. The older you were, the more you had to run refreshment
stands and stage productions. Of course, the clubs and individuals also had
their own booths.





“Then it doesn’t sound like there’s much we
can do together.”





Lucia sounded disappointed, but he leaned
forward and rested his chin on Mutsuki’s shoulder. He seemed to want to do
something in his first cultural festival, but he also did not seem interested
if it was not with Mutsuki.





That was when their homeroom teacher
checked the clock.





“Tomono, it’s about time.”





“Oh, right.”





And she instructed the cla.s.s rep to get
going.





Sakae returned to the lectern, so Saya, who
had been lightly pummeling him, and everyone else returned to their seats.





“Okay, I’ll gather everyone’s opinions. Any
volunteers to play the lead!?”





He raised his hand. Unsurprisingly, no one
else did.





“Okay, that’s 0 volunteers. Any
recommendations?”







He continued just as everyone had expected.





“Personally, I think we do have someone
who’s perfect for this role.”





“Eh?”





He scratched his chin like he had trouble
saying it.





He had seemed so worried before, so Mutsuki
tilted his head. If they had someone perfect for the role, wasn’t it the cla.s.s
rep’s duty to ask them to do it?





As he thought that, Sakae suddenly looked
his way.





No, not at Mutsuki but diagonally behind
him.





Everyone in the cla.s.sroom naturally looked
in the same direction. Including Mutsuki, Lucia, and Machina.





The only one who did not was the person who
had stared blankly out the window instead of taking part in the homeroom
discussion.





“Eh? What?”





When she noticed everyone focused on her,
she followed their gazes diagonally behind her, but only found a window.





After about 3 seconds, she realized they
were looking at her.





“Huh!?”







She kicked her chair back and stood up.





“Me!? Y-you want me to play the lead!?”





“Yeah.”





Sakae nodded. Half the cla.s.smates looked
like they had expected this and the other half looked like they thought it was
a good idea.





“Jiyuuni would look good on the stage.”





“Ange-chan is cute.”





“And more importantly!! I want to see Ange-chan
wearing a kiddie backpack!”





Ignoring Saya’s final comment, they all
praised the idea.





She was so small that the costume size
would not be an issue. She might always look sullen, but she had the perfect
beauty for playing the lead role.





“Wha-? Wait…”





Ange was simply confused.





Since she naturally disliked humans and was
far from sociable, only Mutsuki and people like Saya would talk to her, so she
had never expected to be singled out here.





“Ah ha ha ha. Go for it, go for it. It’s
the perfect part for you.”





Lucia was immediately on board when he saw
Ange looking so troubled.





Katsue-sensei said nothing as a teacher,
but she secretly grinned at seeing her enemy in a situation like this. The
cla.s.sroom’s consensus seemed to be settling on this answer.





“D-don’t be ridiculous!”





Sensing that, Ange shouted angrily.





“Don’t even try with this nonsense. Why
should I have to do that?”





“Ehh? But I want to see you in a kiddie
backpack.”





“So do I.”





“Gh…”





Being friends could be a problem at times
like this, so while the rest of the cla.s.s withered in front of the angry girl,
Saya doubled down. As did Lucia who just wanted to cause trouble for the angel.





“I-I said…”





She was too strong-willed to just go with
the flow, but when the entire cla.s.s was looking her way, she had trouble
looking them in the face and saying no.





Her eyes wandered in search of escape, but
she found no one, not even Mutsuki, to take her side.





Her eyes finally stopped on the seat in
front of her.





“I-Ibekusa should do it!”





“?”





“I bet she would be good at memorizing
lines. Ibekusa, you do it.”





She tried to rope someone else into it.





“…”





Machina looked taken aback at being dragged
in as a scapegoat.





But that selection surprised everyone else
as well.





“Ibekusa…”





“Ibekusa-san…?”





“Wow, that would work too! Machi-nyan in a
kiddie backpack! I so wanna see that!”





Saya’s excitement spread through the
cla.s.sroom and everyone started thinking they wanted to see it too.





Machina kept to herself so much that most
of the cla.s.s had never heard her speak, but since spring, everyone had learned
how good looking she was.





That cute girl tended to blend into the
background, so what would happen if she stood on the stage? Of course everyone
wanted to see that.





Machina seemed hesitant, but she also
seemed to sense what everyone wanted.





She briefly looked Mutsuki in the eye.
While he did not say it out loud, the look on his face clearly said he wanted
to see it too.





“If no one else is suitable, I can do it.”





She stood up just like Ange had.





“See!? That settles it. Ibekusa will do it.”





Ange immediately sat back down.





Now everyone in the cla.s.s was looking
Machina’s way.





Mutsuki wondered if he should help her get
out of this, but he could not tell if the expressionless girl was opposed to
this idea. She did not seem intent on refusing, so would this settle it?





But then…





“Can Machi-nyan fit in the costume?”





Saya had wanted to see her in the backpack
more than anyone, but she still voiced her doubts.





Mutsuki looked at the costumes Sakae had
left on his desk. They were fairly small and would have fit Ange perfectly, but
Machina was medium height for the cla.s.s.





Machina hesitated a moment.





“I will try it on.”





She took the costume from Mutsuki’s desk.





She started with the glove-like cast since
it was the easiest to try on. She had some difficulty moving with it on, but it
was not much of a problem.





Next she tried another one of the props.





“Nn…”





She put on the red backpack.





“…Ohh.”





Half the cla.s.s gasped.





Half the boys looked away and the other
half plus the girls blushed.





Oblivious, Machina tested her range of
movement. But…





“…They’re so plump.”





Everyone nodded in agreement with Saya.
This was out of the question.





The shoulder straps were meant for an
elementary school kid, so they were too small for Machina and were much too
tight around her shoulders and sides. This pulled her clothing back.





“???”







Machina looked confused by their reaction.





Gym clothes + a backpack would be
mismatched enough on a normal elementary school student, but it was downright
criminal on this more grown-up body.





The shirt was pulled tightly back against
the weighty mounds on the front. And when your eyes focused on the sensual
outline of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, you naturally continued down to the raw and s.e.xual
lines of her hips visible through her bloomers.





“…”





Mutsuki felt a bit like her bust belonged
to him, so he wordlessly took the backpack from her.





“Ahem.”





Sensing an odd mood in the cla.s.sroom, Sakae
cleared his throat to gather attention.





“Jiyuuni? Um, is there no way you can do
it?”





He looked to Ange once more.





She blushed a little and seemed convinced
that Machina could not do it, but she still stubbornly shook her head.





She refused to let them continue, so Sakae
sighed.





“Fine, then. We don’t have time, so we’ll
only figure out the prop and light people today. …Mutsuki.”





“Eh?”





“I have something to ask you.”





Mutsuki never imagined his week of
equilibrium would be broken by this.





“Come in.”





After nervously knocking at the door, a
familiar voice answered.





Entering the Student Council Room was
enough to make any normal student nervous.





But it was even worse for Mutsuki.





“Hm?”





It was 6th period, so an officer would
definitely be there to receive cultural festival pet.i.tions.





Only Student Council President Shirohara
Ren was there. She welcomed the visitor at the head of a long table.





“Do you need something?”





“Y-yes. I am from Cla.s.s 2-1. We would like
to ask for an extension on deciding our roles for the play.”





“Oh, that would be this form. Write your
year, cla.s.s number, cla.s.s rep’s name, and the reason you are requesting an
extension.”





She pa.s.sed him a folded piece of paper and
a pen. His heart pounded as he took them and filled out the indicated fields.





Since they could not decide on someone for
the lead today, they had to submit this request to the Student Council. Cla.s.s
Rep Sakae was still running the homeroom, so he had asked his friend Mutsuki to
take care of this.





Mutsuki had been unable to refuse, but he
had not expected to be alone with Ren.





His hand trembled as he tried to write.





Ren did not seem to mind and organized some
kind of paperwork.





As far as he could see, she was no more
than a diligent student. While he did sense the skilled aura of a charismatic
Student Council President, he could not see anything other than that.





There was no sign that she was FeTUS
Witches Miss B.





“Are you done?”





“Eh? Oh, yes.”





He suddenly looked up and their eyes met. He
felt his heart leap in his chest and handed her the filled-out form.





She barely looked at it before stamping it,
tearing it along the fold, and handing him back half.





That completed the process. He could take
back that half.





Ren returned to her work without saying a
word. That implicitly told him he could leave and he just about turned his back





But he could not just leave here.





He had wanted a chance to speak with her
this entire week…no, since the camping trip halfway through summer break. And
now they were alone together, so he would not just leave.





“Um.”





He spoke to her and she looked up.





But now that he had his chance, he realized
he had failed to think about what he should actually say.





His mind was blank. Should he ask about her
connection to FeTUS? But he did not know if she would answer and she might not
like being asked that. He agonized over all sorts of questions.





“Oh, right. The castella.”





“What?”





“Was it bitter melon? Yes, the bitter melon
castella from before was quite good.”





“Oh…”





She spoke first.





Before the camping trip, he had brought a
bitter melon castella to FeTUS headquarters.





Shirohara Ren, aka Miss B, made no attempt
to hide she belonged to FeTUS.





At the same time, she guided him toward the
topic he had wanted to broach.





“Senpai…um, Lavriel-san, was it?”





He used the real name he had heard before.





Shirohara Ren…no, Miss B, aka Miss Lavriel
Baran, nodded and set down her pen and printout. She placed her elbows on the
table and folded her hands in front of her mouth.





That seemed to say “let’s talk”, so Mutsuki
faced her more directly.





“Are you…part of FeTUS?”





“I am. Didn’t you hear from Miss E or Miss
C?”





“No. I only learned that when I saw you
before and, um, it was a real shock.”





He spoke awkwardly.





But not because he was alone with someone
from FeTUS, the human organization that opposed the angels.





…He was one-on-one with his first love. Of
course he was nervous.





“I see. Hee hee. I suppose Miss E isn’t
going to talk. And Miss C might break the rules, but she wouldn’t want to bring
me up if she didn’t have to.”





She had no intention of hiding it and she
laughed with amus.e.m.e.nt.





“Um… Then were you monitoring me last
year?”





“I don’t like the way you put that, but I
can’t deny that I did end up effectively monitoring you. Because you had showed
the most promise of the Serpent’s Eye candidates we were aware of.”





“Is that so?”





“Was it unpleasant?”





“No.”





He shook his head.





He denied that, but there was definite
displeasure in the way he frowned and looked down.





“When you left…this spring…was that for
FeTUS too?”





“No, that had to do with my family.”





“Your family? The Baran family then?”





“Yes. My little sister disappeared…and it’s
an embarra.s.sing issue, so I would prefer not to go into details.” Miss B hid
her mouth behind her folded hands and spoke calmly. “Anyway, I had settled half
of that and j.a.pan happened to be a convenient location for the rest of the
work, so I returned. Miss E had already taken over monitoring you, but I will
resume that duty later.”





“You…will?”





“Is something the matter?”





She finally noticed the unpleasant look on
his face, so she peered at him doubtfully.





“No.”







Mutsuki spoke even more quietly than normal and looked the other way.





He tried to avoid her direct gaze.





“What is it?”





“…”





“If you have something to say, say it.”





A sharpness filled her calm voice, giving
it the quality of an icy knife.





“…”





“…”





Mutsuki continued looking to the side with
his mouth shut, so silence fell over the room. It was an unpleasant atmosphere
that felt like a sticky chill across his skin.





The first one to give in was Ren. Her
eyebrows sharply rose.





“I have no idea what you want to say, but…”





“What’s taking you, Mutsuki!?”







But her irritated voice was drowned out by a sudden intrusion.





Ange burst through the door without
knocking. Machina stood behind her.





“How long can it possibly take to get a
printout? Take too long and everyone will start the final homeroo-…ah.”





She immediately noticed the odd atmosphere
enveloping the room. Mutsuki was facing a member of FeTUS, the organization
that opposed the angels, so Ange quickly moved to stand in front of him.





The angel glared at the girl with her azure
eyes and Ren sent her sharp gaze back since she was already irritated.





But that only lasted an instant.





“…Go. You’ve finished what you came here to
do.”





She withdrew the sharp look in her eyes and
sat back down.





The touchy situation had been defused. Ange
could be confrontational, but she was not reckless enough to try anything with
Machina, another witch, present.





She pulled on Mutsuki’s hand and turned
around. But…





“I will say one thing.”





After sitting down and proving she had no
hostile intent, Miss B called out to their backs.





“The biggest reason I returned to j.a.pan was
to strengthen our ability to fight back against the angels who caused such
severe damage to FeTUS with Metatron.”





Ange turned back around and briefly gasped
at the icy glare coming from the seated girl.





The look in Miss B’s eyes was enough to
make the strongest angel flinch.





“I will never forgive the person who
destroyed our headquarters, set back our research, and harmed my teach-…harmed
Miss A.”





“…”





“Remember this.”





Those final words were cold.





Ange tried to snap back, but Machina
stepped forward first. She stood between Ren and Ange to block their clashing
gazes.





Ange had no choice but to fall back now,
and any further confrontation was avoided.





Metatron Ange had delivered a serious blow
to FeTUS.





And FeTUS’s strongest knight, Miss B, had
been absent at the time.





The angels and FeTUS had an implicitly
understood truce, but a new bud of discord was growing.





And…





Mutsuki had moved to stop the conflict
before, but he only watched on now.





“Is this where you wanted to go?”





“Yes.”





Two girls had come to get Mutsuki, but they
seemed to be taking care of some other work at the same time. After leaving the
room, Ange and Machina split up.





Ange returned to the cla.s.sroom to take the
extension request form to Sakae. Machina was putting up the backpack and
costumes. Mutsuki decided to stick with the one who had the more difficult job,
so he helped Machina carry the costumes.





The costumes would need to go to the drama
club’s storeroom, but they went to the infirmary first.





“The bandages on the cast are old, so I was
told to get new ones.”





She removed the old and yellowed bandages
from the prop cast.





Doctor Shiromiya, the school doctor, was
not there, but Machina knew where to find the bandages. She opened the cabinet
above the sink and pulled out some new ones.





There were no other students there, so
Mutsuki sat down on an open bed since he had nothing better to do. Then he lay
down.





“…Sigh.”





He sighed deeply.





“What’s the matter?”





As she wrapped the new bandages around the
cast, Machina realized he wanted her to speak to him. He sighed more quietly
before answering.





“Ibekusa-san…you’re here to monitor me,
aren’t you?”







“…I am.”





“I see.”





A long while back – and in fact in this
very room – he had just learned she was part of FeTUS, so he had pulled her out
of swimming cla.s.s and asked her about it.





The girl tilted her head, wondering why he
would be asking this now.





The boy covered his face with his hands.





“So you’re the same as Shirohara-senpai…”





“?”





“You really see me as ‘the person with the
Serpent’s Eye’ and not ‘Fujita Mutsuki’.”





“…”





Machina fell quiet as she realized why he
was in such a bad mood.





Mutsuki kept his expression hidden.





The most unpleasant part of it all was that
Shirohara Ren and Ibekusa Machina were both girls he had already had feelings
for. One was his first love and the other someone he had been developing
similar feelings for.





If he had met them through the Serpent’s
Eye as he had with Ange or Lucia, he would not have felt this way. He never
would have met those two if not for the Serpent’s Eye.





But he had fallen in love with those two
before he knew anything about FeTUS or the Serpent’s Eye, so things were
different.





He felt like someone had rubbed dirt all
over his feelings for them.





But he could not direct his anger toward
anyone in particular. He never would have met those two without the Serpent’s
Eye any more than he would have Ange or Lucia. The frustration was purely
emotional.





“What…am I?”





He had no target for his humiliation and
irritation, so they came off like bitter complaints.





“I was born with the Serpent’s Eye, so
there’s no use complaining about that. But…”





“…”





“…I feel like I’m not living my own life.”





He felt ashamed of the words as soon as
they left his mouth, so he squished his heated cheeks between his hands. He
felt like an idiot for complaining like this to a girl he had feelings for.





But he could not stop himself. Even when he
held his tongue, a sad sigh left his mouth.





He had never thought he was this pathetic.
And that only accelerated the worries filling his chest.





“That isn’t true.”





But those worries were soon stopped.





The bed creaked and he felt a warm softness
on his elbow. He looked up from between his fingers and saw Machina sitting
next to him and looking down at him.





She placed her fingers in his messy hair
and gently stroked his head.





“We did approach you for the Serpent’s Eye.
That is the truth.”





“Yeah…”





“But you sometimes betrayed our
expectations, sometimes betrayed the angels’, and sometimes betrayed the
demons’. That is what created the current situation. That is undeniably your
accomplishment, Fujita-kun, not the Serpent’s Eye’s.”





“…”





“If anyone but you had the Serpent’s Eye,
then at the very least, we in FeTus would have already been destroyed.”





He sensed no ulterior motive behind her
comforting words. The girl simply spoke the truth and he felt like his eyes had
been opened.





“And I…do not like hearing you say that.”
Machina closed her eyes a little. “Because our lives belong to you.”





“…!”





The boy finally realized just how
insensitive his words had been, so he quickly straightened up.





He had claimed to not be living his own
life, but it was they who were not living their own lives.





They were using their school life to
monitor the boy with the Serpent’s Eye. That was true of Machina, Shirohara
Ren, Katsue-sensei, Ange, Micha, and Lucia.





Just how many people were supporting this
peaceful life of his? He thought his cheeks would burst into flames as he
thought back on his ignorant complaints from just a few minutes earlier.





Luckily, his bright red face was hidden.





“Hwah…”





Machina hugged the boy after he
straightened up.





She buried his face in the chest of the gym
clothes with her name written on them. Her cleavage was deep, so the confused
boy’s entire face was out of view.





The girl then mussed his hair that was now
below her chin.





“…Well?”





“Ahp. W-well what?”





“Kurikara-san really likes when I do this
to her head. What about you, Fujita-kun?”





She rubbed his head with a gentle hand.





He realized he had often seen Machina
brushing Saya’s hair at the other girl’s request in the few days since the
opening ceremony. This seemed to be similar.





Mutsuki was unsure how to answer her
question.





Her slender and somewhat chilly fingers
rubbed his scalp through his hair.





Even the inside of his head felt nice, so
he could see why Saya kept asking for it.





And with his face firmly planted between
her soft b.r.e.a.s.t.s, each breath tickled his nose with the sweet scent of a girl.





His head and face felt good.





“Um…”





“Relax.”





“Ahh…”





She was treating him like a baby. This was
not something he wanted the girl he liked to do to him, so he tried to resist.





But his body relaxed against his will.





The taciturn and expressionless girl’s
fingertips were as gentle as a mother cat grooming her kitten.





“Ibekusa-san…”





As the bell rang signaling the end of the
final homeroom, their bodies were pressed together.





Mutsuki’s mind was fuzzy. Shirohara Ren,
the Serpent’s Eye, and everything else seemed to melt away like he was
dreaming.





He could only think about indulging in
Machina…





“?”





Mutsuki was the first to notice something
was not right.





As he rubbed his face against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s
hard enough that his nose reached the bottom of the valley, he heard a wet
sound from a strange place.





From the peak of the two small mountains.





He looked up and noticed two slight stains
on the nametag pressed tightly against the mounds. He tried touching them.





“Nn…”





The girl’s back trembled.





Instead of the softness of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he
felt the intense springiness of her nipples below the stains.





He furthered his investigation by pinching
those tips.





A warm dampness seeped out.





He brought it to his nose and found it was
almost odorless. It did have a slight smell of protein.





He licked it and found it was tasteless but
felt smoother on the tongue than water.





“Breast milk?”





“…?”







Machina did not seem aware she was producing it, so she only looked puzzled.





“L-let me see.”





“O-okay.”





She was partially confused by the
suddenness of it all and she was partially embarra.s.sed by his request to “see”.
Machina placed a hand on the bed while ensuring no one was around. Golden
threads raced over to the room’s door like magic and locked both it and the
windows. Then she closed the curtain to hide the bed.





“…Nn.”





She pulled up the front of her gym shirt.





Machina generally did not dress up, but her
underwear was always oddly cute. Her bra today was a light blue half cup and it
was somewhat damp with sweat.





And the part pressing against her nipples
was especially wet.





“I’ll be removing that, okay?”





Their size was always impressive, but he
was more impressed by the dampness this time. After getting permission, he
undid the front hook.





The bra cups were quite large, but they
still must have been restraining her t.i.ts. With their bonds removed, the white
melons bounced free.





The moisture on the tip flew through the
air.





They were not quite erect, but the nipples
were still colored a delicious pink. Mutsuki was hesitant to touch them right
away, so he grabbed them from the outer edge of the areolae.





And he lightly squeezed.





“Ahn…”







As his fingers dug in, lines of white sprayed from the light pink points.





It was definitely breast milk. Mutsuki had
a much younger sister, so he had seen his mother breast feeding when he was
about halfway through elementary school.





“Have you been…lactating? You haven’t,
right?”





“No, um, it suddenly started now.”





Machina was as confused as he was.





“…”





“…”





Unsure what to do, they both fell silent
for a while.





“…Hwah.”





Finally, Mutsuki resumed his investigation
without asking her permission.





The tip of those beautiful mounds perkily
pointed forward. He lifted one in his hand and hesitantly placed the bud in his
mouth as it dripped white extract.





He did not even need to suck. Rolling it
around with his tongue was sufficient.





(Wow, it came out.)





The very tip of the perfectly stiffened
protrusion had a crater-like indentation. The human spray came from the pinhole-like
opening even further in the center.





It came out as a single stream, but it
would separate into several sprays in midair, so he would choke on it if he was
not careful.





He covered it with his tongue.





“…Hhn…ahh.”





When he pressed his soft tongue over the
nipple, Machina uttered a nasal gasp.





The boy rolled the nipple around with his
tongue while sucking on the entire areola.





A faintly fragrant spray burst from the
flesh indentation. A milky liquid also welled up in the small slit in the other
breast.





“It’s kind of sweet. It’s kind of
like…melon juice?”







He naturally began with taste in his investigation of the sudden change to the
girl’s body.





A sweet extract something like hot milk
spread through his mouth. He also sensed a raw female scent not found in cow
milk.





It was smooth on his tongue, oddly mild in
this throat, and addictively flavorful.





“Nn…nn.”





He really began sucking now.





Her nipple was an extremely light pink for
an Asian, but it seductively gained color as it grew erect from his sucking.





The more erect it grew, the more forcefully
the milk squirted out. He had to slow down to not choke on it.





“Oh, I can’t let this go to waste.”





“Eh? …Ahn.”





The mammary glands were linked, so when the
lactation in one breast increased, it did the same in the other.





Mutsuki could not bear to watch the milk
drip down onto the bed, so he placed the other nipple in his mouth. He licked
up the milk that was dripping down the large round t.i.t and then began sucking.





“Nn… Fujita-kun…if you suck that hard…”





Machina generally did not fight anything he
did, so she only raised a trembling voice when he began pecking at an area that
had not received any stimulation yet.





While alternately sucking from one then the
other nipple, he also squeezed both b.r.e.a.s.t.s hard enough for his fingers to dig
in, naturally increasing the sensitivity of the entire mounds.





“Ahh…”





The girl uttered a sweet moan as if she had
saliva coating her vocal cords and she leaned back. Like she wanted to escape
the shame. Like she was offering her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to him.





“Ah…n. Ahh…Fujita-kun…”





Machina had initially been moaning about
the feeling of him rolling her nipples around, but as the amount of juices
surging out grew, a change came to her expression.





She bit her lower lip and wrinkled her
brow.





The change was all the more vivid because
her expression was usually so calm.





She exposed her white throat, stuck her
small nose out in odd directions, and…





“Ah…hh…nn…”





“…Nn.”





She arched her back, pushing her
accentuated bust into Mutsuki’s face.





As he stroked them between his lips, the
small protrusions grew into nearly cylindrical shapes. They were like tubes
meant to more efficiently let the cream out.





Those beaks made their presence known by
trembling slightly. And when he lightly bit them…





“…Hahhhhn.”





The trembling spread to the girl’s entire
body.





In the name of investigating her mysterious
lactation, Mutsuki had become lost in the sweet flavor and feminine scent, but
there was no missing that reaction.





“Ibekusa-san, does it feel good when I suck
your milk?”





“Eh? …N-no, it…”





Suck~





“Ahhhhh…n.”











The girl arched her back and screamed.





And the s.e.xual note to her voice was
undeniable.





“It does feel good, doesn’t it?”





Mutsuki grinned mischievously and asked her
that without releasing the nipple from his mouth.





“I-I don’t know.”





Machina looked embarra.s.sed as she shook her
curly hair and looked away.





She seemed truly baffled by the change to
her own b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Both the milk and the sensation coming from them.





Mutsuki was tired of moving back and forth
between the mounds, so he used their elegantly symmetrical size to gather them
in the center and place both tips in his mouth.





“Ahhhhh…”





When he pecked at both puffily erect
areolae at once, the girl could no longer restrain her voice.





Her heart and body were both confused by the
unexplained lactation. The collected warmth ran through the mammary glands and
erupted from the sensitively erect openings. That sequence filled her skin with
a throbbing heat around her nipples.





Heated breaths left her slack mouth.





Mutsuki chuckled when he saw it.





“We can’t have this, Ibekusa-san. Your body
was lewd enough already, but now you’re producing lewd milk and you get off to being milked?”







He rubbed his hips against her defenselessly sprawled out legs.





They both wore their gym clothes for the cultural
festival preparations. That meant white shorts for a boy and bloomers for a
girl. He rubbed his erection against her bare thigh through the thin fabric of
his shorts.





“Ah… I’m not lewd.”





“You are. Incredibly so. Let’s not forget
how you showed off your plump body to everyone back in the cla.s.sroom. After
that, every boy in the cla.s.s is going to jerk off to your t.i.ts tonight.”





“…I-I’m sorry.”





“It’s too late to apologize now. I wanted
the size and lewdness of your t.i.ts to be my secret.”





This girl was always reserved, so she
naturally stimulated the slight sadism inside the boy. He rolled her soft
b.r.e.a.s.t.s around even more roughly and pressed his canine teeth into her areolae.





“Ahh! …Nn, hh…ahh.”





The way Machina did not complain only
stimulated him further.





He had controlled all of her s.e.xual
pleasure since she had lost her virginity, so she had a habit of matching her
level of arousal to his.





Pressing his erection against her thigh was
enough for her to wiggle her hips. Her body recalled the sensation of having
that pierce her v.a.g.i.n.a and stir up the flesh within as it pumped in and out.





His s.a.d.i.s.tic attack on her nipples inspired
a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic pleasure inside her.





“You’re sweating. Even your smell is lewd.”





“D-don’t say that.”





“But it’s the truth. …You smell like milk.
Ibekusa-san, that milky smell is really raw or animalistic and it smells really
lewd when it mixes with your sweat.”





“Ah…ah.”





“Such shameful t.i.ts.”





He again sucked at them both at once.





He forgot all about his original objective
and seriously worked at caressing her. He rubbed along her slender waist and
down to the slim b.u.t.t below her bloomers. His erection was still pressed
against her thighs.





“Ah…no. Don’t touch me…there. Ahn.”





He transferred his male body heat to her
hipline and crotch with the persistence of an obscene tentacle.





Her body shook horribly. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s
twisted like they were trying to escape his grasp and even more milk erupted as
if from two tiny hoses.





“Pfh. You’re shooting out way too much
milk, Ibekusa-san. I can’t drink it all.”





He had trouble breathing with all the milk
squirting out as if from a geyser.





He briefly removed his mouth from them, but
that did not stop the eruption. The warm, obscene-smelling extract splattered
on his face.





And that felt like a waste.





“It keeps getting thicker… Heh heh. Will it
stop if I milk it all out?”





“Ahhhhhn.”





He squeezed around the pink tips hard
enough to change the elegantly streamlined shape of her bust.





He crudely milked her like she was a cow.





The white lines that flowed out fell to the
bed and sometimes got on the curtain.





“I’ll milk you dry of this lewd milk,
Ibekusa-san.”





“Ah…n. Fujita-kun, you mustn’t…”





“But I have to. It’s your body’s fault for
being so lewd and having such plump t.i.ts and a.s.s.”





“I’m not…lewd…ahh.”





He squeezed with the hand on her b.u.t.t. He
could feel the flesh of her b.u.t.t even through her bloomers.





That sensation aroused him, so he stuck his
fingers in through the leg hole digging into her thigh. He groped that
roundness that was even more resilient than her bust and felt like a water
balloon full of warm water.





“Ah, ahn. No, not so rough.”





“You say that, but it’s so damp in here. Is
this all sweat? No, it isn’t. It’s reached as far back as your a.n.u.s and it’s
much stickier than sweat.”





“Heeee!





The fingers squeezing her b.u.t.t finally
reached the hottest area at the bottom of the center.





The boy had had teased her a.n.u.s a few times
before and it knew the taste of his d.i.c.k, so it had developed into a proper
erogenous zone that produced an obscene heat. The girl wrinkled her brow when
he simply touched it.





“Ha ha♪ It’s getting rea