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Volume 2 - Chapter 20: The Dangers of Teasing 1
"No matter when, and no matter who it is, girls always believe that there's a prince on a white horse ready to take her away."
Unusually, Megumi-chan was the first one to present an opinion today.
With her hands raised in front of her ample chest, she spoke after clearing her throat.
Hmm—Huh—Ahh—
Kyouya nodded.
Those words sounded so confident that he was ready to believe them immediately.
But somewhere in Kyouya's heart was a voice telling him to hold on for just a second.
Kyouya was often teased in the GJ-Bu.
The president even said he was easy to tease.
Shion-san didn't say anything about it, but she showed her thoughts on the subject through action.
The teasing Kyouya received from these two older girls had almost become a form of communication for them.
Kyouya knew Megumi-chan wasn't the type of girl who teased people, but just in case—
"Is that so?"
Kyouya threw out a line to test the waters.
First towards the president.
"......"
The president stayed silent.
Of course, he wasn't expecting a reply in the first place.
He looked her in the eyes to try to determine the truth.
The president was someone who wore her heart on her sleeve, after all.
And so—
The president quickly turned to look away. Although the movement looked completely natural, it was definitely on purpose. It was as if she hadn't heard him at all.
Hmm?
Kyouya turned to face Shion-san next.
"Well, if you include every single girl, then that's a very difficult question. I learned this from my seventh brother, but according to Freud, the source of all urges and conflicts lies in the libido. I wonder if it would take the form of a prince on a white horse in dreams and even conscious desires, and also be consistent across all cultures? There's no way to confirm that claim right now, but that's not to say it's necessarily false. Personally, I usually weigh logic and knowledge heavily, but at the same time, I cannot deny that I am a walking, breathing human being with human desires—"
An abnormally long speech.
In other words, she was being shy.
Kyouya couldn't understand a thing Shion-san said, but that, he could understand.
Shion-san was that kind of person. Instead of showing it all on her face like the president, she demonstrated her feelings with her words, and once she started, she couldn't stop.
Understanding that much was more than enough.
Looking away from Shion-san, who still had more to say, Kyouya turned toward the last older girl in the room: Kirara-san.
"Kirara, too?"
"Hey!"
The president, who had been facing the other way, suddenly turned her head.
"What do you mean 'too'? Who's that supposed to mean? That's like saying we're—"
"You weren't listening to me before, were you? I neither confirmed nor denied that statement. It's just the general opinion on the matter—"
The president and Shion-san tried to speak over one another as their heads bobbed back and forth.
Meanwhile, Kyouya simply watched Kirara carefully.
Today was a spare rib day. There was always a mountain of meat in front of Kirara-san.
Kirara-san raised a piece of meat to her mouth, then stopped and looked at the ceiling while deep in thought.
After a short while, she looked back at Kyouya.
"Riding on. A white horse... Meat?"
She had an expression of expectation, an expression of hunger? Maybe that wasn't exactly right, but Kyouya had gotten the idea.
The results of the survey were out.
So that's how it is.
Kyouya had finally understood.
No matter when, and no matter who it is, even the president, even Shion-san, even Kirara-san, everyone was the same, without an exception.
They all believed that a prince on a white horse was going to show up to carry them in a princess carry and take them away.
Hmm—Huh—Ahh—
"See?"
Megumi-chan puffed out her chest proudly.
Santa is Real:
Santa came to the Amatsuka household every year. Mao still believes in Santa. He comes every year, after all.
Sign: To be continued
Megumi: My prince on a white horse exists!
Mao: That's not true. Santa exists though.
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