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!" - 19

And so, about a week had passed. This story takes place in the clubroom after school.

Once again, tea and sweets were laid out on the table in front of the sofa—another afternoon tea time.

Since Shion-san started coming, these cozy moments had increased, making those secret meetings from the distant past feel like a thing of the past. Of course, even now, startling shouts would occasionally fly back and forth.

—Then, Airi, who had taken over the spot next to me, suddenly asked:

“What kind of girl do you like, Yuu-nii? I bet it’s the little sister-type gal?”

She wrapped her arm around mine and pressed her body against me. The soft bust she was pushing against me squished and changed shape.

“Don’t cling to me! You’re too close! You’re touching me!”

“What do you mean, ‘touching’?”

“…Mmph.”

“Mmph? What’s with the ‘mmph,’ Yuu-nii?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing. That’s sexual harassment, you know.”

Haru, sitting on the opposite side, gave us a sharp look but didn’t say anything.

“But since anything beyond kissing is off-limits, if I don’t do at least this much, you won’t get turned on, Yuu-nii!”

“What do you plan to do if you get me turned on?”

“Well, some lewd intent?”

“Anything beyond kissing is forbidden!”

“Now, now. Let’s leave it at that, you two. It’s such a lovely tea time. Let’s keep things peaceful.”

Shion-san stepped in, and I finally managed to catch my breath.

“But, you know…”

This time, Haru looked up from the manga she had been reading and asked the same thing as Airi.

“Yuu, what kind of girl do you like? I’ve never asked before, but I’m kind of curious.”

At those words, all three of them looked at me at the same time, then exchanged glances with each other.

“Definitely the little sister-type gal, right?”

“Or maybe a childhood friend overflowing with familiarity?”

“Perhaps an elegant, refined young lady?”

After each of them blurted out their own assumptions, the three of them looked at me again in unison, as if demanding an answer.

The pressure from their gazes, from their eyes. Though their faces were relatively calm, the seriousness in their eyes was no joke.

I gulped down the saliva that had pooled in my mouth.

“Do I… have to answer?”

“Answer us, Yuu-nii.”

“I’d like you to answer.”

“I’d like to hear it as well.”

Steeling myself against their reactions, I paused for a moment before declaring:

“I’m attracted to… black-haired beauties.”