Chapter 1 | September 19th

It’ll be fine, no one will find out—that’s the conclusion I reached.

The morning after spending the night with Jūjōji-san. While rushing back to the dorm in a panic, that’s what I was thinking on the way.

Yeah, this is definitely that.

What I’m about to do is what they call “coming home in the morning.”

As long as that phrase literally means returning home after the night has passed, I’m undoubtedly guilty of the act. Yep, it’s my first time ever. In all my life, this is the first time I’m about to pull off a morning return.

Delinquent. Immoral.

Filthy.

Let’s admit it. This is clearly an unacceptable situation. But HAHAHA, so what, YOU?

Because there’s no evidence whatsoever. From last night until now, there’s no way for anyone to know where I was or what I was doing, no records, and I’m not planning to confess honestly either. The bags under my eyes or the smell of alcohol on my breath? I can brush those off easily. What’s there to fear in this situation?

Oh, I’ll declare it outright.

Getting away with this is an entirely possible mission.

 

As a budding novelist, someone who earns a living through writing, I’ll use every word at my disposal to dodge any accusations.

And so, I’ll reconnect to my usual daily life, recovering myself from this derailment into the extraordinary.

Yes, I’m Himenokōji Akito. With the world’s most extreme brocon as my little sister, making a living writing sensual literature, seizing assets from several prestigious families, and living as the only guy in a dorm filled with beautiful girls and women—a perfectly ordinary high school student.

I’d do anything to protect that position. So, let’s go.

With confidence, head held high, boldly.

As if I have nothing to hide, let’s calmly pass through the gates of my dorm!

 

 

◆◆◆

 

 

“What, you went and did it?” I was called out immediately.

Right as I passed through the gate, the student council president, who was in the middle of morning training, was the first to confront me.

“—Uh, well…”

I froze for maybe two seconds when she hit the nail on the head.

 

I hadn’t expected such a direct fastball right out of the gate, but I’d prepared for unexpected turns. It’s not time to panic yet.

“Yeah, that’s how it went~”

Scratching my head as if embarrassed, I responded like this: “I got a bit too carried away and ended up coming back in the

morning. I mean, I’m a guy, so sometimes these things happen, haha—wait, no way! No, no, that’s not it at all, there’s a whole story behind this, so could you hear me out, President-san?”

…How’s that?

I think it’s a pretty fine play as far as comebacks go. Instead of hiding, I openly admit the truth, then throw in a joke and pivot to a playful retort—this cunning tactic, you see. Yeah, I’m not completely unprepared. On my way back, I mentally rehearsed all sorts of responses and scenarios. By the time you’re a second-year in high school, you’ve got a trick or two up your sleeve to dodge accusations.

“Was it Jūjōji Kimika?” Another pinpoint strike.

I froze again for two seconds. “—Uh, well, you see…”

“I told you to be careful, didn’t I?”

My attempt at an explanation was ignored.

President-san let out an exaggerated sigh, hoisted her wooden sword over her shoulder, and looked up at the sky.

“Thanks to you, things have gotten messy. We’re already swamped with the Liliana Festival, and now you’ve gone and turned guy-girl

 

relationships into a festival of their own… Well, I guess it can’t be helped. I’m partly to blame for only giving vague warnings.”

“…Uh, well. Um.” “I’ll take care of this.”

As I stood there stammering, drenched in cold sweat, President-san sighed again.

“That okay with you? Liliana Academy is lenient about romance, but this situation goes beyond leniency. A simple morning return might even be encouraged, but when it involves the top two organizations— the student council and the festival committee—it’s a big deal. And more importantly—”

President-san turned around.

She looked toward the dorm’s entrance.

At the entrance stood Nasuhara-san, Ginbei, Arisa—and Akiko. “If you don’t leave this to me, who knows what those girls, who

waited all night for you, might do. So, I’m counting on you, got it?”

 

 

◆◆◆

 

 

That’s how it went.

Needless to say, I agreed immediately.

Honestly, this was nothing short of a lifeline. The situation had spiraled so far out of my expectations that I was rattled, and as pathetic as it sounds, I couldn’t crawl out of this mess without someone’s help.

 

President-san’s orders were clear: first, take a break from school. The duration was indefinite.

My freedom of movement was heavily restricted, and I was forbidden from leaving my dorm room… essentially, I was under house arrest. A reasonable measure, I think.

But being barred from contact with my dormmates, even Akiko, stung. My only connection to the outside world was President-san, who brought me supplies. Naturally, my phone was confiscated, and my internet access was cut off, so yeah, this was less like house arrest and more like solitary confinement in a prison cell.

Of course, I had no objections.

As someone who’d committed a wrong, I had no choice but to quietly accept the authorities’ judgment. In fact, I was so touched by President-san’s kindness in excusing my absence as official training that I nearly teared up. Nikaidō Arashi really is dependable, especially toward those close to her. I finally understood why she’s so unshakably popular despite her predatory persona.

Now, about the house arrest itself…

Was it harsh and painful? The answer is no. A resounding no.

Even if my life—or my sister’s life—depended on it, I wouldn’t nod in agreement. On the contrary, I’d even say house arrest was paradise for me.

Why?

Because it gave me the one thing I wanted most: time.

 

Seriously, it was a dream come true. Between looming manuscript deadlines and the pile of tasks for the Liliana Festival, I was drowning in work—lately, that’s been my default state. This confinement was the perfect chance to normalize my schedule.

I couldn’t step foot outside my room.

No external distractions could bother me.

Yet my food, clothing, and shelter were fully provided. This is that.

For a writer, this is what they call kandzume—being locked away to focus.

For someone trembling at approaching deadlines, this wasn’t punishment; it was a reward.

I dove into my manuscript with glee. I wrote like crazy.

I forgot to eat or sleep, glued to my desk, writing nonstop.

To push the morning return out of my mind, I wrote, wrote, and wrote some more.

Is Nikaidō Arashi some kind of god? How else could I, after screwing up so badly, end up in such a sweet situation? Tears of joy streamed down my face as I churned out pages. Apparently, under certain conditions, stress becomes an effective escape for me. My data’s byte count skyrocketed, and for the first time since my debut, I was on track to finish a draft before the deadline. By the third day of confinement, I’d visibly lost weight from sheer focus.

“You’re free.”

 

President-san opened the door and said so. “Congratulations, Himenokōji Akito. You can go.” “…Huh? Uh?”

“Slow reaction, huh? Be a bit happier—you’re finally out of solitary.” “Oh, no. Yeah. Sure.”

I can’t deny I was sluggish.

It took me a moment to even register that President-san had opened the door, and I’d honestly forgotten my room had a door. My sense of time was completely shot. I glanced at my computer’s calendar— wait, seriously? Three days already?

“Man, you look rough.” President-san gave a wry smile.

“Bags under your eyes, hair all greasy. At least you don’t stink, which is something, but you sure don’t look like someone living a modern social life… I even brought you wet towels and stuff.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

My focus was finally sharpening. Man, I wrote.

Probably the most productive I’ve ever been in my life. As far as ways to spend confinement go, this has to rank among the best. My manuscript made crazy progress… Isn’t this more like a reward than punishment?

Anyway.

Turning misfortune into fortune—that’s what this is.

 

My body aches all over, but all’s well that ends well. Now that I’m relaxing, I’m suddenly aware of my appearance. President-san said I don’t smell, but after three days locked up, I’m bound to be a mess. First priority: a proper return to society.

“Uh, sorry, President-san. I’ve got a lot to thank you for, but first, I’m gonna hit the shower. Might clear my work-addled brain too.”

“Haha, you’re killing me.”

President-san gave another wry smile.

“You’re still completely out of it, huh? I don’t know what you were doing for three days, but you were focused. You’ve practically turned into a hermit in such a short time. A hidden side of my close-yet- distant neighbor, huh?”

“…?”

“It’s not over yet.”

To my tilted head, President-san said with a straight face:

“I never said your sentence was done. The real show starts now. The transport’s waiting outside. No time for a bath—get out there. Oh, and just so we’re clear, if you try to run, my sword’s getting some rust.

Got it?”

“Uh, hold on…” Transport?

Sword rust?

What’s she talking about? “A trial.”

To my blinking confusion, President-san coldly declared:

 

“Hurry up. Dawdling will only make things worse.” “Wait, a trial?”

“A place to judge a sinner’s crimes. Even a grade-schooler knows that.”

“No, I know that, but—huh?”

“You’re about to be judged as a sinner.”

President-san grabbed me by the scruff of my neck.

“Get ready. As much as I’d like to go easy on you—since you’re a cute candidate for my lover—this time, it’s gonna be tough. Think hard about your defense. Even if there’s no room for one.”

“Uh, okay…”

As I was dragged out the entrance, I caught sight of the so-called “transport.”

It definitely looked the part. A van with ornate bars on the windows, flanked by several black sedans that screamed “escort.” Yeah, that’s a transport vehicle, alright. Just like President-san said.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Get in.” I was shoved into the van.

Surrounded by burly men in suits with zero gaps, the engine started, and the van took off. “Uh, what’s going on?” I tried asking, but they didn’t so much as twitch an eyebrow, staying eerily silent.

Even so, I still had some composure.

Sure, I messed up big time, and I feel plenty guilty, but come on, this is way too over-the-top, right?

 

So, there’s only one conclusion. This is a dream. A nightmare.

That makes sense. Dreams can be brutal no matter how much you try to control them. I probably wrote nonstop without rest, and the stress manifested like this. In reality, I’m still asleep.

Alright, fine, I’ll roll with it.

I’ll see this nasty dream through to the end.

And maybe I’ll even use this experience in a novel, tackling it with full-on cunning.

Bring it on, whatever comes next!

 

 

◆◆◆

 

 

Kan Kan Kan

“Everyone, silence.”

The judge struck the gavel, and the murmuring crowd fell quiet. “We will now begin the proceedings. Defendant, step forward.” “…Uh, what?”

Meanwhile, I was utterly dumbfounded.

Why? Obviously—because I’d been brought to a real courtroom.

 

I mean, it looks real, right? Judges lined up at the front, defendant and plaintiff seats on either side, and a massive gallery of spectators looming behind.

The interior’s got this aged, polished look—gleaming wood, paint peeling in spots, so vivid and realistic it couldn’t possibly be a makeshift set.

Man.

What a dream.

My imagination’s on point.

To recreate a place I’ve never been with this much detail—doesn’t that qualify as talent?

But it also betrays my limits.

Because all the judges are student council members. And the faces in the gallery? Mostly familiar—Liliana classmates, festival committee members. A pretty limited cast.

Yeah, it’s a dream. No question.

You recreate every detail but can only populate it with people you know? What’s up with that? Is my imagination vivid or not? Pick a side.

“Can you not hear? Defendant, step forward.” The judge prompted again.

Hilariously, the chief judge is Akiko. Dressed impeccably in a black robe, glaring down at me from the bench with a stern expression—I deserve praise for not bursting out laughing.

 

“Uh, just to clarify… the defendant’s me, right? Based on where I’m standing?”

“Refrain from speaking without permission. Defendant, step forward.”

I tried asking, but all I got was a cold stare and repeated urging. Fine, I’ll play along for now. Dreams aren’t exactly controllable, after all.

“We will now commence the proceedings.”

Chief Judge Akiko declared again, and the so-called trial began.

In the tense silence, they started with identity questions about me, followed by the prosecutor reading the indictment.

“Uh, the defendant, Himenokōji Akito-niisama—er, Himenokōji Akito—”

It was laughable.

 

 

The one reading the indictment, the prosecutor trying to pin crimes on me, was none other than my cute little sister-figure, Arisa. The student council members are one thing, but a kid like Arisa kills any sense of seriousness… This dream’s getting more obvious by the second.

Alright, fine, OK OK.

I knew it was a dream, but this is turning into a full-on farce. In that case, I’ll enjoy this comedy until I wake up— or so I thought.

“Uh, regarding the defendant, Himenokōji Akito, committing forcible indecent acts against the victim, Jūjōji Kimika, at the fashion hotel

△△ in ○○ District, ×× Town, after examining all circumstances and evidence, the prosecution concludes there is no doubt—”

“…!”

Yeah.

A cold sweat ran down my back for a moment.

Even in a dream, it felt like reality snapped back. Those specific names hit me like a critical strike, making my lips twitch. Indecent acts? What’s that? Sure, I was drunk and out of it, but—

“Next, the defendant’s statement.”

While I was reeling, the indictment reading ended, and Akiko prompted me.

“Note that the defendant may exercise the right to remain silent. What will you do?”

“…Huh?”

 

“Understood. The defendant is deemed to exercise the right to remain silent. Moving on—”

I spaced out, and that’s how it went. No chance to defend myself.

Even if I’d tried to explain, I doubt I could’ve said anything coherent in this situation… But hold on, I don’t even have a lawyer? Isn’t proceeding like this insanely unfair? It’s a dream, so whatever, but still.

“Plaintiff. Can you present any evidence of the defendant’s crimes?”

“Y-Yes. Um, today, the victim herself has agreed to testify. It’s her strong wish to reduce the number of people suffering from heinous sex crimes. We believe the victim’s live testimony will be the most compelling evidence in this case.”

“Testimony permitted. Bring the witness forward.”

At the judge’s urging, a woman appeared in the courtroom.

No need to spell it out, given the flow. The “victim” and “witness” is none other than Jūjōji Kimika herself…

But hold on a second. What’s with that getup?

Bandages, an eyepatch, crutches—what’s with the whole injured act? Did she get hit by a truck in the last three days?

“Jūjōji-san, I’ll ask you.”

After clearing her throat, Prosecutor Arisa began questioning the witness.

“Three days ago, where were you with the defendant?” “Yes. At that time, Akito-san and I—”

 

For a while, there were no issues.

Because Jūjōji-san’s testimony matched my memory perfectly. She invited me to a familiar restaurant bar, we drank heavily, and talked about all sorts of things. As the drinks piled up, I got embarrassingly rowdy—cringing just thinking about it—but the bartender just calmly polished glasses. Man, I really owe that place an apology…

“…And so, having gotten completely drunk, I’m ashamed to say I lost control and could barely walk straight. That’s when Akito-san said to me, making a gesture with his thumb between his index and middle fingers, ‘Wanna go for a round?’”

Pfft!

A dull, graceless sound echoed through the silent courtroom. No explanation needed. It came from my mouth.

“No, no, no. Wait. Hold on—” “Silence.”

Kan kan, a sharp sound rang out. The judge’s gavel.

“Refrain from speaking without permission. Further disruptions will result in removal. Understood? Witness, continue your testimony.”

I had no choice but to shut up under that commanding tone.

Fine, I’ll stay calm. It’s a dream, so freaking out would just be lame.

But come on! Being painted as some character I don’t even recognize? I can’t just sit here quietly. Honestly, I think I’d be justified in countersuing for defamation. What do you think? It’s a dream, so it’s fine, but still.

 

“After that, Akito-san was forceful.” Jūjōji-san’s testimony continued.

“He pulled my arm—or rather, held me by the shoulders so I couldn’t escape, dragging me to the hotel. My mind was clouded by alcohol, so I couldn’t resist…”

“At that time, what did the defendant do to you?” Arisa interjected.

“Y-Yes. Even at that point, his actions were excessive. On the way to the hotel, his hands were groping my chest and hips. I resisted, of course. I swear. Even drunk, I had that much sense. But he was forceful. His eyes were like a beast’s, and I thought resisting would be dangerous. I had no choice but to let him do as he pleased. And so, he dragged me into the hotel and committed indecent acts…”

Jūjōji-san testified calmly, earnestly, with a compelling sincerity. The judges and spectators listened intently.

And me? What was I doing?

Obviously, I was too stunned to speak. Come on, that’s just not true! I’m not that desperate for women, honestly. More importantly, I don’t have the guts! I’m an inexperienced amateur, not a pro. No matter how drunk I was, come on!

“The indecent acts…”

Arisa continued questioning with a stiff expression. “Can you be specific about what he did?”

“Tch… That’s…”

 

“Please, I beg you. For your sake, and to prevent future victims. Please, give a courageous testimony.”

“Y-Yes, I’ll say it. Let me say it.” After a pause and a deep breath, Jūjōji-san steeled herself and said:

“After entering the hotel, Akito-san suddenly took something out of his bag. I watched, wondering what it was, and it seemed to be some kind of clothing. As I stared, mouth agape, he spread it out—and that’s when I realized what it was. It wasn’t adult clothing. Not only that, he pulled out an apron, a pacifier, and other things along with it.”

“An apron? A pacifier?”

“Yes. An apron and a pacifier.”

“So, the defendant—Akito-niisama—brought baby clothes with him? What did he intend to do with them?”

“Yes. After showing me the clothes, he said this: ‘I’m going to wear these now. From this moment, I’m a baby, and you’re the mother taking care of the baby. A mother listens to everything her baby says and does anything for her baby. Got it?’ I couldn’t believe it, but it was true. The defendant forced me into what’s called ‘baby play’…!”

I nearly fell over.

At the same time, I shouted:

“Objection!”

“Objection overruled,” the judge shot back instantly. “Witness, continue.”

“No, wait, this is ridiculous—”

 

“Silence.”

Kan kan kan!

The gavel pounded.

“Defendant, follow instructions. Failure to comply will result in removal. Witness, continue. Your testimony is very intriguing.”

“Yes, I’ll continue. …Of course, I refused. I understand people have different preferences, but his demands were far too much.”

Hold on, you!

Why are you exposing some made-up fetish of mine? A totally fake, ultra-perverted one at that!

And let’s be clear, I’m innocent. I don’t have that kind of kink. My tastes are strictly normal. Even if you stretch it and call me a siscon pervert, or stretch it further and say I’ve got a sadistic streak—fine, maybe soft SM if I’m the dominant one, but that last bit was a slip, forget it.

“He said he’d show me how it’s done.” The false testimony continued.

“Then he started undressing and putting on the items he brought. Baby clothes, an apron, a pacifier in his mouth, a rattle in his hand, even a bonnet… His appearance was indeed that of an infant. But I felt none of the emotions you’d expect toward a baby—love, maternal instinct, nothing. The baby clothes, far too small for his limbs, made him look grotesque, and above all, his bloodshot eyes… It was clear he was intensely aroused.”

Zawa Zawa

 

The spectators started murmuring, whispering to each other, casting horrified looks my way. Stop it. Don’t look at me like that. I can hear my social standing crumbling. Even in a dream, that’s harsh.

“My legs started trembling.” The testimony went on.

“I thought, ‘I can’t stay here, I have to escape.’ But his hand—violent despite the baby clothes—grabbed my arm. And he said, ‘You know what happens if you try to run, right? Obey quietly for your own good. Until you satisfy this burning passion of mine, you have no future.’ Seeing I’d lost the will to resist, he smirked, then lay down on the bed. Lying there, he said, ‘Babu~ babu~! Mama~ Mama~ I made a mess, change my diaper, pwease~!’ …Oh, oh, what a horrific scene. But I had no choice but to comply. I steeled myself, reached for the diaper as he spread his legs high in an M-shape—ugh!?”

Suddenly, Jūjōji-san clutched her mouth and collapsed. “Chief Judge!”

Arisa quickly raised her hand.

“The witness’s trauma from the defendant makes further testimony impossible. Please move to deliberation!”

“The plaintiff’s proposal is accepted. Let’s begin deliberation.” Akiko’s decision was swift.

Guards supported the unsteady Jūjōji-san, escorting her to the plaintiff’s seat—wait, the trial’s over? No cross-examination? What about my right to testify? I don’t even have a lawyer!

“Now, let’s hear the judges’ opinions. Judge Nasuhara, your thoughts?”

 

“Guilty.”

Nasuhara-san, seated to Akiko’s right, responded instantly.

“The victim’s testimony is credible. Thus, the defendant is guilty. Simple as that.”

“I see,” Akiko nodded. “What makes you trust the testimony?” “Because the defendant’s capable of it.”

Nasuhara-san said something utterly absurd with absolute confidence.

“I’ve always thought he was odd. Surrounded by beauties like myself, he never made a move or even seemed interested. For a healthy teenage boy, that’s unthinkable. I convinced myself that maybe, just maybe, there’s one oblivious guy in the universe like that. But if he’s simply a man who only reacts to perverse situations, all my doubts vanish.”

“I see. A logical opinion.”

“Also, I’ve got personal grudges against him. I intend to settle those scores here.”

“Very convincing personal perspective. …Next, Judge Sawatari, your opinion?”

“Undoubtedly guilty. That’s all.”

Ginbei, seated to Akiko’s left, nodded solemnly.

“Honestly, I’ve long predicted the defendant would end up in court. From the moment we met, he was unmistakably dangerous. I never imagined he’d be indicted for such a shameful crime, though… Now, I’m just ashamed of my own lack of discernment and want to apologize to the victim on behalf of the man I once called a friend.”

 

“I see. A rational opinion.”

“To add, I too have years of pent-up frustrations toward the defendant. I feel no guilt in pinning crimes on him or punishing him.”

“Very convincing personal perspective.”

…Wow.

This is awful. They’re not even pretending to hold a fair trial.

And to the spectators: stop clapping every time a new charge is added. This isn’t a trial—it’s a witch hunt with the outcome decided from the start. It’s outrageously unfair, even for a dream.

“I have a proposal,” Nasuhara-san said. “Let’s add a charge of obliviousness. Given his past actions, it’s fitting.”

“I support Judge Nasuhara’s opinion. Add the obliviousness charge.”

“In that case, I propose adding a charge of neglecting friends. Considering his past misdeeds, even that’s too lenient.”

“I support Judge Sawatari’s opinion. Oh, and I think we should add a charge of not cherishing his sister. What do you think?”

…You guys are letting personal feelings run wild.

And to the spectators: stop cheering for every new charge. This is a trial in name only, completely rigged. Even in a dream, this is too much.

“It seems all opinions have been heard.”

After a pause, Akiko concluded the deliberation.

Silence fell over the courtroom, an ominous stillness taking hold. “Let’s move to the verdict. Everyone ready?”

 

“No, not ready at all! At least hear my side a little!” “No objections, then. I’ll deliver the verdict.” Ignoring my human rights, Akiko continued.

“Main verdict: The defendant is sentenced to castration. That is all.”

Waaah!

Don don pafu pafu!

The courtroom erupted in excitement, but… “…Uh, Chief Judge?”

“Defendant, refrain from speaking without permission. …However, as one destined for a fate even demons would pity, I’ll allow you to speak.”

“Thanks. Uh, what’s this ‘kyūkei’ thing?” “You don’t know what castration is?”

“Well, I kinda do, but I thought I’d double-check. Maybe I misremembered or something.”

“Castration is—” A smirk.

Akiko grinned wickedly.

“To put it bluntly, it’s a punishment that humiliates by stripping away a man’s unique functions, while also forbidding him from leaving descendants. In a way, it’s the ultimate penalty, heavier than even the death penalty.”

Whoa.

Unfortunately, her explanation matches my memory perfectly.

 

“So, I’m to be sentenced to castration, huh?”

“Yes, exactly. Yet you seem remarkably calm about it?” “Yeah. Because I’m relieved.”

“? Relieved, you say?”

“Because this confirms it’s a dream, doesn’t it?” I spread my arms with a composed expression.

“I mean, think about it. The real Akiko would never do something like this. My little sister, who’s all ‘I love you, I love you, let’s get married, let’s have our first night soon,’ trying to chop off my thing? That’s absurd, right?”

“…”

“Man, what a relief. Truth be told, I was starting to panic a bit. This dream’s just too realistic—the texture of the air, the surround sound of every noise, it’s all so vivid. I was beginning to wonder if maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t a dream. But whew, I’m so glad. Knowing this isn’t reality is such a relief.”

“…”

“Chief Judge.”

In place of the silent Akiko, Nasuhara-san raised her hand.

“It seems the defendant, in his desperation to escape, can no longer perceive reality. Listening to him is a waste of time.”

“Or perhaps he’s feigning mental weakness to angle for a reduced sentence.”

Ginbei joined in.

 

“But we mustn’t be fooled. This man is a highly cunning criminal, fully aware of his actions. Letting him slip through here would only lead to more victims crying in despair.”

“Absolutely. In fact, executing the sentence immediately might be his salvation. After committing such a sex crime, he has no path left to live.”

“Indeed. I support Judge Nasuhara’s opinion. Chief Judge, please make a decision.”

“…”

After listening to their opinions and pondering for a moment, “Defendant, I’ll ask you: Do you have any final words in this court?” “Nah, final words or whatever…”

I gave a wry smile.

“Jūjōji-san’s testimony was so utterly ridiculous, I don’t even know where to start. But since this is all happening in a dream, it doesn’t really matter what happens, you know?”

“…I see. I understand the defendant’s stance.”

Kan kan.

The sound of the gavel echoed.

At the same time, several guards appeared and surrounded me.

They restrained me and forced me to sit in the defendant’s seat. Were they from the judo or wrestling club? Their grip was terrifyingly strong—I could barely move an inch.

“Uh, what’s this about?”

 

“By the Chief Judge’s decision,” Akiko glared down at me sternly.

“The defendant’s sentence will be executed immediately in this courtroom.”

“Huh?”

I blinked dumbly.

Then, with a sigh of relief,

“…Haha, got it, that makes sense. It’s that kind of development, right? It’s a dream, after all. No appeals, no higher courts, just straight to execution—that’s so absurd even a military tribunal would be more reasonable. But it’s a dream, so what can you do? Anything can happen. Whew, I’m relieved. This just confirms it’s a dream. I don’t know how many times I’ve said it, but I’m relieved.”

“Executioner, step forward.”

Ignoring me, Akiko called out, and a new figure emerged from the same door the guards had come through. It was our student council president, Nikaidō Arashi.

“Yo, President-san. Hey, hey. Feels like it’s been a while, doesn’t it? Though we literally just met at the dorm. Man, ever since you dragged me out of there, it’s been one disaster after another. This is one hell of a nasty nightmare, huh? So, what’re you here to do in this scene?”

“Executioner,”

Akiko ignored my monologue entirely. “Proceed as you see fit.”

 

“Understood.”

President-san bowed and turned to face me.

“What a twist of fate, huh? To think I’d be the one to end your manhood… If I’d known it’d come to this, I should’ve just pinned you down and had my way with you.”

“Haha, why not, right? It’s a dream, so anything goes, doesn’t it? Though I’d prefer you spare me that in reality.”

“…Pathetic.”

President-san shook her head.

“I had high hopes for you, you know. To think it’d end in such a bad way—fate’s a cruel bastard. If you’d just consulted me before messing around with someone else…”

“No, no, no.” I laughed.

“Cut it out, President-san. Don’t make that serious, teary face. It kinda hurts my chest, makes me feel all heavy. Even if it’s just a dream.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make it quick and painless. You can trust my skill.”

“Hmm… we’re not quite on the same page, are we? Guess that’s how dreams go.”

“Yeah, we’re not syncing up. This’ll leave a bad taste if it keeps up.” President-san’s face shifted, as if she’d realized something. “Himenokōji Akito.”

“Yes?”

 

“Don’t move. Don’t even breathe.” “…What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s a promise, got it? Or I might end up cutting something extra.” It happened in an instant.

Before she even finished speaking, President-san lowered her stance, her hand on her beloved sword.

Draw.

Follow-through.

Kachin, the metallic sound of the scabbard’s mouth rang out.

—It was truly instantaneous. A fluid series of movements.

As everyone held their breath, the only thing moving was my bangs, fluttering down gently.

“Awake yet?”

The culprit behind my reduced hair volume asked in a cold tone. “…Uh, yeah. Sure.”

That was all I could manage to say.

The sensation still lingered on my forehead—the tip of President- san’s katana, passing by a hair’s breadth.

“Good to have you back to your senses.” President-san’s voice was calm.

“You’ve gotta understand the crime and the punishment properly, and then lose what needs to be lost. Otherwise, it doesn’t set the right example.”

 

“…Um, President-san.” “Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’ve been wondering something.” Scratching my cheek,

“Sure, a lot of impossible stuff has been happening, but… it’s all just too vivid, you know? Even breathing feels so real—the air, my lungs taking in oxygen, my heart pumping blood through my body. It’s all so clear.”

“Oh? And?”

“I thought it was weird. For something my brain’s conjuring up, it’s just too perfect, too realistic. If I can recreate something this exact, it’s practically sci-fi.”

“You’re beating around the bush. Spit it out.” “Right, I’ll keep it short. Uh, basically…”

I took a deep breath.

After a brief pause, I went for it.

“Is it possible this is real? Not a dream?”

“Yup, you got it. Congrats, Himenokōji Akito, you’re finally back to reality—oh, don’t move.”

A drawn blade was pressed to my neck.

The cold steel stopped me from even twitching.

“Try to run, and castration won’t be the end of it. It’s a brutal punishment, sure, but it’s still better than dying, right?”

“…No way. No, no, no!”

 

My voice trembled. My tongue stumbled.

My half-smiling lips twitched like a dying frog.

“Uh, sorry, can I wipe my sweat? I’m drenched in cold sweat here.”

“Go ahead. Even death row inmates get their favorite meal the day before. Wipe all you want—it’ll be the last sweat you produce as a man.”

“One more question.” “Sure, I’m listening.”

“Is it possible I’ve stumbled into some parallel world or something? Like, that kind of twist?”

“If that’s what you think, then maybe it is. In your head, at least.”

“But that’s the only explanation! Everything since three days ago has been completely incomprehensible—oh, I get it! I was so focused on my computer that I’m hallucinating. That’s it, right?”

“…Guess it’s time.” President-san jerked her chin.

At her signal, the guards forced me to stand.

“Dragging this out will only make it uglier. I don’t want a guy I’ve nurtured and cared for to keep tarnishing his legacy.”

“No—wait, wait, wait!”

I tried to stop her, but it was no use.

President-san’s katana moved with blinding speed. A diagonal slash, from bottom left to top right.

 

The next moment, my jeans dropped to the floor. “Even for me,”

President-san’s eyes were like a hawk’s, locked on her prey.

“I can’t exactly slice your thing through pants. Gotta see the target clearly, or my aim might slip.”

“No… no, no, no, no!”

“All you say is ‘no, no,’ huh?”

“Of course I’m saying no! Cutting just the belt clean in half with one swing—you’re some kind of Ishikawa Goemon!”

“Hey, settle down already.” “How can I stay calm!?” Struggle, struggle.

I thrashed with all my might, but their grip was too strong. I could barely move a few centimeters.

“Well, they say ‘no, no’ means ‘yes, yes,’ right? Your ‘no, no’ is probably just ‘come on, come on’ in translation.”

“Like hell it is!”

“Then there’s no need to hold back. I’ll slice your symbol clean off, nice and smooth. Don’t worry—my skill means it’ll barely hurt.”

“Painless is nice, but that’s not the point!”

“Relax. After it’s done, I’ll take you to a doctor—Morocco or Thailand, your pick.”

“What’s with that horrible choice!?”

“By the way, I’m fine with new-half partners too.”

 

“I don’t care! Ugh, seriously, do something! This is way too unfair! I’ll sue, so you better be ready!”

“Sue? The trial just ended.”

“Don’t hit me with calm logic, it’s infuriating! Just do something, please! I’ll do anything! I’d even make a deal with a demon!

Somebody, be my savior, I’m begging you!”

I screamed until my throat gave out, but no help came.

Worse, no one reacted. The judges, the guards, even the spectators didn’t so much as blink, staring at me like I was an insect.

But I wouldn’t give up.

“Fine, I get it! I’ll throw away my pride! I’ll grovel and beg for mercy, so please forgive me!”

“No. The justice of the law is absolute.”

“Then I’ll be President-san’s sex slave, just let me off!” “No. Give it up.”

“I refuse! How about this—I’ll marry Akiko, form a comedy duo with Nasuhara-san, swear eternal friendship with Ginbei, and grant all of Arisa’s wishes! That’s enough to let me off, right!?”

“That’s quite the offer… but no. The sentence will be carried out.”

“Fine, I’ll confess! Truth is, despite acting all troubled about being thrown into a girls-only dorm, I secretly thought it was kinda nice! I played it cool like I wasn’t interested in women, but I was super interested! I was desperate to keep my urges in check! I acted chill, but it was all a front! I’m a guy, after all!”

 

“You really spilled it all… but no, nothing you do will get you forgiven.”

“Tch, still not enough!? Then I’ll confess until it is! Next, a story from over ten years ago, when I was in kindergarten—”

My confessions went on for a while.

I’ll skip the details. Even though it’s from my childhood, the contents are pretty raw. I’ve already spilled enough, but airing sensitive stuff is tough on the stomach, so please understand.

“—This is pointless.”

I don’t know how long my defense went on.

Ultimately, Chief Judge Akiko’s decision put an end to the farce.

“The defendant’s self-defense is not only unseemly but outright unpleasant. Executioner, fulfill your duty promptly.”

“Understood.”

President-san lowered her stance.

She sheathed her sword, left hand on the scabbard’s mouth, right hand lightly on the hilt—the stance for an iaido draw.

At the same time, the guards tightened their grip. The slight wiggle room I’d had vanished. Now I truly couldn’t move.

“The odds of my hand slipping are one in a million,” President-san said with a gentle smile.

“But if you keep resisting, that’s not guaranteed. Get serious and brace yourself.”

“—!?”

 

“Any last words?” Prompted, I thought. Seriously.

Facing a fate equivalent to a death sentence in an unfair trial, losing everything in my life—what could I possibly say? What message did I want to leave? What words to carry on?

“…”

“Nothing, huh?”

Seeing me lower my head in silence, President-san sighed. A tense air crackled.

My throat swallowed hard.

My legs trembled, nearly collapsing.

Sticky sweat dripped down my forehead and cheeks. “Here we go.”

A wave of killing intent surged from President-san.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling at the imagined pain of losing something irreplaceable, helplessly awaiting the moment—

Paan! Papapapapan!

An explosive sound rang out.

—Explosive sound?

Why here? This is a courtroom, right? A sacred place of judgment— did terrorists storm in and start a shootout?

 

…No way.

I cautiously opened my eyes, and there it was.

PRANK SUCCESS

Written in huge, bold letters. “…Huh?”

“Gyahahaha! Congrats, Himenokōji Akito!” It was President-san.

 

 

Somehow, she’d swapped her katana for a sign, flashing a wide, toothy grin. And that wasn’t all. Everyone around—Akiko, Nasuhara- san, Ginbei, Arisa, the guards, the spectators—held what looked like party poppers, beaming at me with textbook smiles. Some clapped, whistled, or doubled over laughing.

“…What?”

“‘What?’ my ass! It’s a prank, a prank! The whole thing! From start to finish! From head to tail!”

President-san slung an arm around me, laughing uproariously.

“Man, you gave some great reactions. Absolutely stellar. For us pulling the strings, it was a total win—your responses were pure gold. Good job, good job!”

“…What?” “By the way,”

President-san leaned in close—her nose almost touching my cheek.

“You’ll be my sex slave, right? Hell yeah, I’m all for it. Starting tonight, you’re on. I’ll make sure there’s space in my bed for you.”

“Onii-chan, I definitely heard you.”

Akiko rushed down from the bench, her face brimming with excitement.

“You’re finally ready to marry me, right? Ufufu, I’ve been waiting for this moment forever. As you know, I always carry a marriage certificate, so I’m ready to submit it now. Conveniently, we’re in a courthouse, so if anyone complains, we can settle it right here!”

“I heard it loud and clear too.”

 

Nasuhara-san sidled up next.

“We’re already practically a duo, a couple even, but having a clear, undeniable form has its merits. Unlike some people, I won’t rush you. Let’s take our time and think it over when we’re both at the right age.”

“Your words are etched in my memory, Akito.” Ginbei joined the circle around me.

“But for you and me, eternal friendship is already a done deal, so there’s no need to rehash it. That said, how about we take it one or two steps further? Don’t worry, I’m not rushing. Marriage is a serious bond between families, so it requires caution. Let’s start with living together, just the two of us.”

“Niisama, Akito-niisama.” And the final blow—Arisa.

“Um, I’m sorry it turned out like this. But before I apologize, let me confirm: what you said earlier, was it true? Will you really grant my wishes? If so, ehehe, I’ve got some requests to make later. I need to tell Father and Mother too… ufufu.”

“…”

I was speechless.

Shoulders slumped, mouth agape, I stood frozen in an I-don’t-know- what’s-happening daze.

“Chin up, Himenokōji Akito!”

But President-san mercilessly kept whipping the corpse.

 

“We recorded the whole thing on camera! Thanks to you, we’ve got a killer show! Your noble sacrifice is deeply appreciated!”

“…”

I turned to President-san like a creaky zombie. “…Huh?”

“‘Huh?’ my ass! Be proud—this is all thanks to you! Look, even the extras in the gallery are thrilled. This could be the ‘Jewel of Liliana’!”

“…Um, no. Wait. I don’t get it. What’s this about a show?” “Isn’t it obvious? It’s for the Liliana Festival!”

“It’s a joint project, basically. Sorry, sorry.” Jūjōji-san chimed in from the side.

“The student council and festival committee teamed up to set you up—that was the plan. Of course, I feel terrible that it came to this, a failure on my part, a lack of virtue, you could say. But my passion to make the Liliana Festival a success is second to none, and it was out of that love that this happened. Please understand, or rather, I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“This is obviously the festival’s star attraction!” President-san threw her arm around me again, piling on.

“We’re unveiling it at the prime slot on the Liliana Festival’s main stage! Naturally, we’re going all out on promotion, and you’re guaranteed to be the hero… Don’t worry, time’s tight, and it’ll be a rush job, but we’ll make it work. Nikaidō Arashi guarantees it!”

“…You’re showing that? In public?”

“Of course! No question about it! Kahaha!”

 

“…”

“Hey, what’s with the gloomy face? Cheer up, cheer up! Let’s celebrate the prank’s success and pre-celebrate the festival’s triumph! Let’s party hard tonight—a pre-victory bash!”

“…Um, President-san.” “Yeah, what’s up!?”

“Just clinging to a sliver of hope here, but… is this maybe a dream resolution?”

“Nope! This is 100% real! You’ve gotta fight reality!” “…”

I stood there, looking around.

Akiko was there, Nasuhara-san, Ginbei, Arisa—all with faces like they might stick out their tongues and throw a thumbs-up any second.

The crowd, buzzing with the thrill of pulling off a massive prank, swarmed me, patting my shoulders or shooting me looks of pity mixed with laughter.

“…”

I took it all in with a blank expression.

The next moment, I collapsed on the spot, sprawling flat on my back. Do whatever you want—boil me, roast me, I don’t care anymore.

 

 

◆◆◆

 

 

I’ll wrap up the aftermath in a quick summary.

 

Since we used a real courthouse for the shoot, the cleanup had to be swift and meticulous. Naturally, with Student Council President Nikaidō Arashi in charge, it was handled with impeccable efficiency. The Liliana students’ strength lies in their quick adaptability, and the cleanup was so flawless it left no trace—truly masterful work.

As President-san declared, a small after-party was held at the dorm, earning praise from students not usually tied to the place. I, of course, remained the star—in the sense of being the punching bag everyone poked fun at. Man, talk about getting the short end of the stick. Still, this whole ordeal oddly served as a pre-festival hype event. With the student council and festival committee heavily involved, it boosted momentum for the main event, which was some salvation for the sacrificial lamb—me.

The party wrapped up at a reasonable time.

The dorm, unusually bustling with people, returned to its usual quiet, and soon enough, normal life would resume.

I get it, of course. This was just the prologue—the real show starts now.

“So, you understand what this all means?”

That night, President-san summoned me to her room and posed that question.

“I want to hear how you’re processing this whole mess. How you’re reading it. It’s just a little quiz, so no need to stress. Think of it as a game and answer.”

That’s what she said.

But I wasn’t naive enough to take it at face value. Nor did I ask something like, “So what happened with that?” President-san had

 

been running around for three days cleaning up my mess, and the situation was still ongoing—that’s why she’d called me here.

The best I could do was read the room, organize my thoughts, and give a small return to the boss who still had faith in her incompetent subordinate.

“Regarding the drinking and hotel incident with Jūjōji-san,” I chose my words carefully.

“The plan is to treat it all as part of the prank’s setup—that’s the scenario, right?”

“Hmm.”

Neither confirming nor denying, President-san urged me to continue. I went on.

“The masterminds behind the prank are supposedly you, Jūjōji Kimika, and the student council and festival committee members. But that’s a retrofitted narrative. In those three days, you set up that whole situation, didn’t you? It must’ve taken a ton of effort to coordinate everything… especially since you went as far as using a real courthouse.”

“Well, luck played a part.” President-san grinned smugly.

“I happened to have connections at the courthouse and some leverage to boot. I seized the chance and used it. Man, it pays to have a network. It was a risky move, though.”

“I’m beyond grateful. Really.”

 

“No need to bow. You’re basically family to me. Helping you in a pinch is a given.”

She said that, but still.

On top of the Liliana Festival chaos, she had to negotiate with Jūjōji- san and her festival committee, whom President-san saw as dangerous. The stress must’ve been immense. I owe her way too much… If she said, “Spend a night with me,” I’d reply, “That’s a cheap price to pay.”

“By the way, President-san,” “Yeah?”

“You factored in shelving this project, didn’t you? You called it the festival’s flagship, but you never intended to air the prank footage in the first place, right?”

“Is that your wishful thinking?”

“Well, partly. But I think that’s the scenario. It makes the most sense.”

The plan was too sloppy for something President-san seriously orchestrated.

Pulling off such an elaborate prank in just three days was impressive, but using a real courthouse was overkill—excessive and risky. It didn’t balance out. The only explanation? The risk was deliberate, part of the performance, calculated from the start.

“Nice read. That’s the kind of insight worth backing.” President-san winked.

“You probably get it, but here’s the outline. The student council and festival committee, desperate for a big win at the Liliana Festival, conspired to pull off a prank. We were the masterminds, and you,

 

Himenokōji Akito, were the target. We rushed the preparations and executed on X-Day.”

“…”

“You fell right into our trap—got drunk, lost control, spent a night in a love hotel, and faced an absurd trial. You gave us perfect reactions, and the prank was a huge success. But we got carried away. Drinking and violating city ordinances was one thing, but using a courthouse through unofficial channels was a problem. Oh, and drawing a sword in there didn’t help. It’s a courthouse, after all.”

Pausing to pour green tea into her cup,

“We didn’t care in the heat of the moment, but once we cooled down, we realized it was bad. Keeping it as an inside joke was one thing, but airing the footage publicly? Way too risky. Even with all my influence, a scandal was inevitable. So, we reluctantly shelved the project and slapped a gag order on everyone involved. That’s about it.”

Exactly as I’d figured.

It matched my assumptions perfectly. For Nikaidō Arashi, it was a sloppy plan, but that sloppiness was part of the act. Considering all the circumstances, it was convincing. My actual “misconduct” was drowned out by even bigger absurdities.

“Uh, President-san,” “Yeah?”

“I know I’m in no position to say this, but… didn’t you overdo it with the prank as a scapegoat? With so few people involved, couldn’t you have just quietly buried the whole thing?”

 

“Nope.” Sipping her tea,

“Sure, that would’ve been ideal, but the situation got too big to hush up.”

“Meaning?”

“Isn’t it obvious? That Jūjōji.” President-san made a disgusted face.

“If she wasn’t involved, it would’ve been simple. But of all people, you had to tangle with her. Anyone else, and we could’ve managed. But not her. She’s trouble.”

“Ugh, I have no words to apologize…”

“Nah, it’s fine. Like I said, I’m partly to blame. …But man, that girl… No malice, but everything she does is the worst. Why does every ‘good intention’ of his backfire so spectacularly?”

“What do you mean? What happened?” “It was a split-second gap.”

President-san scratched her head.

“I’d put you under house arrest and was scrambling for a plan when Jūjōji Kimika showed up at the dorm, looking all solemn.”

“…What did she do?”

“There was no time to stop her.” With a heavy sigh,

“She showed up at the worst possible moment, when everyone but me was gathered in the dorm. She immediately dropped to her knees and,

 

without missing a beat, said, ‘I’ll take full responsibility. Please give me Akito-san as my husband.’”

“…That’s… quite something…” You can imagine the rest.

Akiko, Nasuhara-san, Ginbei, and Arisa’s reactions to such a bombshell must’ve been a total mess, to put it mildly. President-san’s effort to defuse it without bloodshed speaks volumes. I owe her so much…

“You probably get the gist without me spelling it out. For the record, the prank was partly a desperate move. Your harem crew, no matter how they acted, would’ve held grudges if we’d let you off scot-free. Honestly, we needed some kind of ‘example’ to serve as atonement. I’d appreciate it if you could understand that.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

I’m in no position to complain.

Given how messy things got, if a single prank lets me off the hook, that’s a godsend. I’m coming out way ahead, and the scales are totally unbalanced in my favor.

“So,”

President-san said, pouring more tea.

“Starting tomorrow, everything’s back to normal. No punishment, just an unfortunate accident—that’s the deal on both sides. But—”

“That’s just the surface, right?”

“Yeah. We got everyone to swallow their feelings for now, but the chaos is still brewing. If anything, it’s gotten flashier and worse.”

 

Rubbing her temples,

“It’s not just the existing ‘Student Council vs. Festival Committee’ rivalry. Jūjōji Kimika’s involvement has supercharged the fight over you. She’s polite but weirdly stubborn. If she says she’ll take responsibility, she means it, regardless of your feelings or anyone else’s inconvenience.”

“Yeah… she’s tougher than she looks.”

“At least she didn’t say ‘take responsibility for me.’ That’s something. I don’t like her type, but I can’t hate her either.”

“Same here.”

That’s the strange thing about Jūjōji-san.

It’s also why she’s been pushed to lead the festival committee and is still propped up by her team. She’s genuinely talented… if only she wasn’t a natural troublemaker. And now she’s on the opposing side of the conflict.

The real trouble starts now.

At the upcoming Liliana Festival, Nasuhara-san and Ginbei are hosting events to hype the crowd, and I’m supporting them.

Plus, there’s my event—a signing session with Shindō Kōichirō—and I still haven’t figured out how to handle it.

On top of that, Takanomiya Miyuki, the full representative of Takanomiya and Arisugawa, is attending, and I have no read on what she’ll do.

Oh, and there’s Akiko’s vague “I hate Onii-chan” comment that I haven’t addressed clearly.

 

Wait, I spilled everything to Jūjōji-san, didn’t I? All my feelings about Akiko. And since she said, “I’ll take responsibility” and “Give me Akito-san,” she’s probably dead serious. Knowing her impatient nature, she’ll likely push for a resolution soon. Oh, and I’m currently seconded to the festival committee, so I’ll be working closely with

her on the big day—too many issues to handle! My head’s already throbbing! This is worse than a hangover!

Still, there’s probably one thing I’m sure of.

It all boils down to this—everything will likely converge at the Liliana Festival.

All the tangled threads seem poised to unravel dramatically during the school’s biggest event.

No, it’s not just a hunch. It’s a certainty. Something critical and decisive will happen during those two days, no doubt.

What kind of chaos awaits? I’d love to say I’m excited, but honestly, I’m terrified. I just hope I can do my job properly. Or rather, that I’m still alive when the festival’s over.

“Now, the real question,”

President-san leaned in, whispering.

“Be honest—did you actually do it with Jūjōji Kimika?” “Well, about that…”

Scratching my head,

“Honestly, I was so drunk I don’t remember a thing. Like, nothing at all. My memory’s completely blank from that moment.”

“Seriously? Not even a hazy recollection?”

 

“Nope. Nothing. Not a shred.”

All I could do was declare it boldly. I know it’s not the time for boldness, but sometimes you just have to own the situation.

“But if that’s the case, there’s no proof either way, right? Whether it happened or not depends entirely on what Jūjōji Kimika says.”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Then why just go along with it? You could’ve insisted, ‘I didn’t do it, I don’t remember,’ and that’d be that. Ever heard of ‘presumed innocent’?”

“I got presumed guilty instead.”

“Well, yeah, that’s how it had to go to wrap things up. …But seriously, you had an out, and you knew it. Couldn’t you have played it differently? That’s what I’m wondering.”

“In that situation,”

A wry smile escaped me. The answer was clear.

“Denying it wouldn’t cut it. Regardless of the details or the truth, it ended up like this. It’s not about taking responsibility, but something had to give to settle it. To put it simply, I imposed presumed guilt on myself. That’s how it is.”

“Huh.”

President-san’s eyes widened.

“That’s… kinda surprising. It’s not practical or logical—it’s pure emotion.”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

 

“Man… talk about unexpected. I thought you were farther from that kind of character.”

“Really? I didn’t think I did anything that weird.”

“No, no, that’s not it. From what I know, you’re more calculating than that. So this is Himenokōji Akito’s sense of honor, huh?”

“Honor’s a bit much. I’m not that enlightened.”

“You know, honor’s just another word for stubborn pride.”

“Oh, that makes sense. In that case, I get it. I really wish I could remember that night, though.”

“Oh?”

Intrigued,

“Why’s that? Spill.”

“Because otherwise, it’s a total loss!” I snorted.

“Right now, I’m 100% screwed over with nothing to show for it. At least if I had some dazzling memory of that night, it’d balance out a bit… Ugh, what a waste. Seriously, this sucks…”

“Pfft!”

President-san burst out laughing.

“Kahaha! You’re getting bold! Man, I never thought I’d hear that

from you. I’m impressed!”

“You’re laughing too hard. I’m kinda serious here.”

“Sorry, sorry. But man, that’s surprising. How many times have I said that now? Really surprising.”

 

Wiping tears from her eyes,

“But Himenokōji Akito, you’ve changed a bit.” “Have I? I don’t really feel it.”

“You have. And it’s not a bad change, I think. But—” Still chuckling, but with a serious look,

“If you’ve got troubles, talk to me. That’s what I’m here for as your president and boss. It’s why I get to act all high and mighty.”

“Nah, it’s not like I’ve got big problems or anything.” “Cool. That’s fine then.”

President-san nodded solemnly.

But her face practically screamed, I see right through you.

“Don’t forget one thing. I’ll spare no effort to help you. If you’re stuck, tell me. I’ll back you up. I’m on your side, after all.”

“…Got it. I owe you.”

“Don’t sweat it. You’re like my little brother.”

“…I totally forgot about that setup, it’s been so long.”

I rolled my eyes as President-san winked mischievously.

“And my lover candidate, of course. But that’s not the vibe right now… Anyway, we’ve talked too long. It’s been a wild day, so let’s rest up. Tomorrow’s early, and the Liliana Festival is right around the corner. Honestly, we’re too busy for side trips like this.”

…And so,

The incident involving me and Jūjōji-san reached a tentative resolution.

 

But, needless to say, the mess isn’t actually resolved.

It’s more like we’ve gathered a ton of kindling, slapped a lid on the stench, and called it a day—a spectacular shelving of problems. The surface is patched up, but underneath, it’s a boiling cauldron of chaos.

Everyone who swallowed their feelings—what are they thinking, and what will they do? And me, stuck with a mountain of homework— how will I respond?

It all comes down to the Liliana Festival. That’s probably where the big climax will hit.