I Accidentally Sent a Love Letter to the School's Most Prestigious Young Lady Instead of My Childhood Friend, and Now She's Bowing to Me, Asking, "Please Date Me—On the Premise of Marriage!" - 14

After that, my days settled into a routine: spending time with Shion-san during the day, and secretly meeting with Haru in the clubroom after school.

It started with morning conversations, then lunchtime together. After classes ended, I’d head to the clubroom and respond to Haru’s advances.

While Shion-san was polite, gentle, and respectful toward me, Haru after school was intense and passionate, as if unleashing a day’s worth of pent-up emotions.

Her fervor was enough to make even a teenage boy in his prime like me falter. Well, it only went as far as kissing, though.

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“Well, since school’s over, I’ll leave you here for today. Do your best with the Literary Club activities. It’s lonely to part with you, Kisaragi-san, but I can’t just do as I please.”

Shion-san saw me off with a smile. She probably knew Haru was the club president, but she likely never imagined that Haru and I were embracing and even kissing inside the clubroom. Even though she’d accepted our temporary relationship and understood that Haru was my true love, I trembled with fear at the thought of how that exquisite smile of hers might change if she found out.

When I arrived at the clubroom, as usual, Haru immediately clung to me.

A sudden kiss, giving me no chance to refuse—and a deep, lingering one at that, with our tongues entwined.

We repeated this several-minute-long kiss three times. After that, we made coffee and settled onto the sofa for our usual complaining session.

Once she’d vented about things like “It’s always Shion-san this, Shion-san that,” we’d dive back into embraces and more kissing.

Our timeline had already become a set routine.

Then, one day during our usual post-complaint couple time, as Haru and I were tangled up together as always—

Bang—a sound at the door.

“Heya. It’s been a while, but I came to borrow some manga…”

Suddenly appearing and stepping into the clubroom was a girl with loose, wavy blonde hair and a casually worn uniform—unmistakably a gyaru.

Haru and I pulled apart in surprise, our eyes meeting the white gyaru’s.

“…Hmm.”

The white gyaru murmured with interest, then narrowed her sharp, strong-willed eyes and raised the corners of her mouth.

“Is this a hookup spot?”

“It’s not a hookup spot!”

Though startled by the appearance of this unfamiliar white gyaru, I denied it, but the underclassman with the red ribbon tie continued.

“But you were totally going at it—hugging and kissing. So that’s the kind of relationship you have, Kisaragi-senpai and Haru-buchou? Even though you have ‘Princess’ Shion-senpai? You’re doing it, huh?”

“…What do you want, Airi-san?”

“…So it was a hookup spot. I had no idea.”

Ignoring Haru’s question, the white gyaru—called Airi—turned her intensely curious gaze back on us.

Haru responded with an authoritative attitude she rarely showed.

“This has nothing to do with you, Airi. It’d be better for you not to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“Yeah, yeah. I just came to borrow some manga. Once I’m done, I’ll get outta your hair. It’s hot in here anyway.”

Flapping her hand to fan herself, she began browsing the manga in the clubroom as if to say, “Got it, got it.”

“…Hurry up and finish. Honestly, you’re in the way.”

“Is that any way to talk to your one and only underclassman club member?”

“You’re a ghost member who never shows up anyway.”

“Well, guess so (lol).”

After a brief glance at Airi’s cackling laughter, Haru said, “Well, since we’ve got an intruder, I’m outta here,” and left the room.

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For a while after Haru left, Airi continued browsing the manga, but eventually, she stopped… After seeming to think about something for a moment, she suddenly turned to face me, sitting on the sofa, and said something completely unexpected.

“Maybe I’ll take you for myself?”

“…?”

As I tilted my head in confusion, Airi grinned as if she’d found a prime catch and continued.

“Kisaragi-senpai.”

Stunned by her sudden words, I froze, then glared back at her as if to say, “What are you talking about?”

Unfazed by my reaction, Airi strode over and suddenly planted one knee on the sofa beside me.

“What… are you doing?”

“Kisaragi-senpai. Won’t you be mine?”

“That’s… sudden, isn’t it?”

“Well, yeah? So, what’s your answer?”

“You’re such a beauty, so why would you want someone like me…? I can understand how things ended up this way with Shion-san and Haru, but…”

“I’m the type who wants what belongs to others. And besides, Kisaragi-senpai, you’ve already been with both Shion-senpai and Haru-buchou. This is… slurp.”

As Airi licked her lips, I could hear the sound of saliva pooling in her mouth.

“I’m sorry, but that’s a problem. To be honest, it’s a nuisance.”

“Don’t say that… Okay?”

Airi stroked my neck with her hand and winked.

“I’m sorry. Please move away now.”

“…”

Airi stared at my face for a moment, seemed to decide there was no chance, and then abruptly switched to a completely different topic.

“Actually, I’ve never had a boyfriend—like, ever.”

“Then get one. You’re such a pretty girl, you can have your pick.”

“All this time, I’ve been lonely, comforting myself alone at night…”

Airi’s cheeks flushed red as she made a shy, embarrassed face. I couldn’t tell if it was an act or if she was genuinely bashful—as a mere background character, I had no clue.

“So, I thought I’d ask Kisaragi-senpai, who’s used to women, to lend a hand… or rather, take off your clothes, maybe?”

“What do you expect a virgin like me to do, you… pretty gyaru!”

At a loss for words, I couldn’t even come up with a proper insult.

“Ah.”

“What…?”

“I meant ‘take off your pants,’ not ‘lend a hand’…”

“Stop messing around! Are you making fun of me?!”

“No, I’m serious! Listen properly! If things keep going like this, I’ll grow old still a virgin, never knowing a man…”

“So go find a guy yourself and go at it in a hotel or wherever you want!”

“But… that guy… well…”

Airi covered her eyes and began fake-crying, whining and sniffling. This time, even I could clearly tell it was an act.

“I can’t sympathize. With looks like yours, I doubt you have any trouble finding men.”

“…………”

Airi stopped her fake crying and spoke in a confessional tone.

“…I want to do something secret?”

“Secret?”

“I’m sure it’ll make your heart race, send shivers down your spine, get you excited, and feel amazing. So let’s become fuck buddies.”

“My heart’s not racing, and I’m not excited.”

Frankly, I was getting tired of dealing with her—or maybe just annoyed—so I stood up from the sofa, leaving Airi behind, and headed for the exit.

“I’m not giving up. Actually, I seriously want you now! My body’s aching for it!”

Then, from behind me, she called out.

“I’m Airi Hobara. Remember that.”

I stepped out into the hallway and slammed the door shut, cutting off her voice, but her name stuck stubbornly in my mind, and once again, I found myself holding my head in my hands.