VOLUME 6
Chapter 5: Part 7
It was after school on the next day. The evening sun shone on a quiet classroom, and I had my hands on my classmate Orito’s shoulders. I held my breath for a moment and gave him a serious look.
“And that’s what happened.”
“… I understand the situation you’re in, but doesn’t it seem like I’m also randomly getting punished here…?”
The corners of my spiky-haired friend’s mouth twitched as he gave a most appropriate opinion.
“Well uhh… just please. Think of this as saving my life. If I don’t do this they might kill me.”
“No, but seriously, exactly why do I have to kiss Aikawa-”
Of course I didn’t expect to convince him. So instead, I didn’t let him finish.
“Sorry.” I whispered that one word and quickly stole his lips.
I could almost feel little pink cupids with little pink hearts flying around everywhere in the background.
Tomonori, who was acting as our official witness, flushed a deep red. Confirming that she had seen, I quickly wiped my mouth with my shirt sleeve. Orito stood there with his cheeks tinged red.
“Y-You might’ve taken my lips, but don’t think you’ve taken my heart!”
… What a gross idiot.
The moral of the story today: whether it’s sexual harassment or not is ultimately the girl’s decision.
TRANSLATOR’S NOTES
VOLUME 6
Chapter 5: Part 7
It was after school on the next day. The evening sun shone on a quiet classroom, and I had my hands on my classmate Orito’s shoulders. I held my breath for a moment and gave him a serious look.
“And that’s what happened.”
“… I understand the situation you’re in, but doesn’t it seem like I’m also randomly getting punished here…?”
The corners of my spiky-haired friend’s mouth twitched as he gave a most appropriate opinion.
“Well uhh… just please. Think of this as saving my life. If I don’t do this they might kill me.”
“No, but seriously, exactly why do I have to kiss Aikawa-”
Of course I didn’t expect to convince him. So instead, I didn’t let him finish.
“Sorry.” I whispered that one word and quickly stole his lips.
I could almost feel little pink cupids with little pink hearts flying around everywhere in the background.
Tomonori, who was acting as our official witness, flushed a deep red. Confirming that she had seen, I quickly wiped my mouth with my shirt sleeve. Orito stood there with his cheeks tinged red.
“Y-You might’ve taken my lips, but don’t think you’ve taken my heart!”
… What a gross idiot.
The moral of the story today: whether it’s sexual harassment or not is ultimately the girl’s decision.
TRANSLATOR’S NOTES
