Chapter 1-3

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Chapter 1: Part 3

It was after school on the next day. Our classroom was nice and toasty from the heater we had installed, and I was right in front of a spiky-haired, four-eyed guy who had his legs crossed (even though they weren’t that long) and a smile of pure triumph on his face… with my head bowed to the ground.

“Please, go ahead and say that one more time. Go on.”

His voice was really, really, really, really, really, really irritating. But I tolerated it and spoke from my prostrate position.

“Please, let me go to the mixer.”

“Hmm? I couldn’t here you. Let who go? To what?”

“Let this humble person go.”


“Let this lowly, humble person go to the mixer that Orito-sensei is holding-“


“Please let this lowly, unsightly person go to the end-of-year party that the super-stylish Orito-sensei is holding…”

I ground my teeth. I had no idea anything this humiliating could exist in this world.

“So, what about Sera-san then?”

“No, Sera’s not coming… but I’m bringing some cute girls with me.”

“Oh hoh. What kind of cute girls?”

“Haha… well, there’s a loli girl with big breasts, and a more gentle twin tails.

“Then it’s fine!”

“By the way, when and where are we holding this party? Has it been decided yet?”

“People have been telling me to not make it overlap with Christmas or winter break… but I still haven’t decided.”

“If possible, could we do it next Saturday afternoon? The two I’m bringing are only free then.”

“Okay. I’ll let everyone know then… you’re sure they’re super cute, right?”

“They’re suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper cute.”

“That’s… what I wanted to hear.”

For some reason, at that moment, Orito was sparkling so much I could’ve sworn he was actually cool.

I returned to my seat, watching Orito as he went away with a loud, satisfied laugh.

Well, there was no helping it. I had to make sure to get the info I needed from Kyouko, and also to repay Dai-sensei for all the times she’s helped me out. Also, I had to make sure that no weirdo started hitting on Yuu!

Dammit. Someday I’d make him beg me for something too. I stood up as I told that to myself.

I dusted my knees off and saw a black-haired beauty come in and take Orito’s place in front of me.

She had a long, slender body. And when I dropped my gaze to look at her long legs wrapped in black stockings, I got a knee right to my nose.

“Don’t look at me with those annoying eyes… my piece of garbage darling.”

I was a zombie so I didn’t feel any pain, but I still held my broken nose with one hand. This woman was merciless.

“Well, sorry. So… what did you want?”

“It’s about the meeting.”

She flipped back the long black hair that cascaded down her shoulders and put both hands on her slender hips.

“Ahh, what about it?”

“I’ve come to tell you that we’ve decided on a time. The meeting will start at 1pm next Saturday.”

…………… Crap.


“Hm? What’s wrong, my darling?”

“Well… uhh…”

I weighed my options in my head. If I had a choice between knowing about Chris’s weakpoint (info I could probably get), or knowing about Chris’s whereabouts (which might be unreliable info), which should I choose?

Well, the answer to that was…

“It’s nothing. I’m looking forward to it.”

I picked both.

It might’ve not been because I cared about the information… perhaps I was just another curious high schooler who wanted to go check out both this vampire ninja meeting and this mixer.

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2 thoughts on “Chapter 1-3

  1. Woo hoo! Thanks for the update, it’s most appreciated! 😀

    But man, bringing Kyouko to a mixer party? Methinks nothing good can come from this. Am I the only one seeing pandemonium on the way? Guess we’ll find out soon enough.

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