“Okay, it’s time for that first look! Allow me to introduce our dear friend who will be representing our class: Jiyuuniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaange!!”
He began a professional wrestling style of mic performance and the classroom’s door slid open
There was no on there, but Subaru was on the lookout and mercilessly pushed on someone’s back.
“Wah.”
Ange stumbled in.
Her red hair trailed elegantly behind her. The flared skirt and the lace and frills on her clothes fluttered. The black glimmer caught everyone’s eye.
She even wore the backpack, so she really did look as innocent as a six-year-old girl dressed up for her first day at school. And that was joined by the girl’s own
mature atmosphere.
The classroom instantly quieted down as if they had been splashed with cold water.
They were all focused on Ange who shrank down.
“Eek!?”
The entire class pulled out their cellphones.
“Wh-what, wait, what are you all doing?”
The classroom was filled with the electronic sounds meant to mimic cameras.
The girl was simply confused. She knew little about the human world and it may have been for the best that she was unfamiliar with the camera function of cellphones.
“Hmph. I would’ve looked better in it.”
“Ah ha ha. That’s right. You would’ve been cute too, Lucia-kun.”
Lucia apparently could not accept it because those looks of envy had been on him a few days before.
“…The size seems about right.”
“It’s perfect. Thanks, Ibekusa-san.”
Machina had apparently tailored it just right, so she looked happy even though she did not pull out a camera.
“Wait…what is all this?”
“It’s nothing! Ohhhhh, you’re so cute, Ange-chan!”
“Huh? Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah! The look in your eyes is scaring me… Why are
you getting so close!?”
“Shut up! Just let me hug you! Hug you tight!”
“Wah! Saya, hey…abhbhbhbh.”
Saya could not hold back any longer and leaped over to the angel girl.
Then the others got up. The girls wanted to touch her as if her cuteness would rub off on them. The boys were not satisfied with photos and pulled out a video camera used by the broadcast club.
“Um, wait, Saya. Hey, Kazuko, Yura, don’t touch me there.”
Ange was crushed by the crowd. …And it seemed more of the girls than just Saya were comfortable enjoying some rather risque contact with her.
That human-hating angel was being deeply influenced by the human world.
Mutsuki happily watched it play out.
He had to work with the Student Council later. He had promised to join Ren, but he was glad he had asked to have some time for homeroom today.
“Honestly…”
Ange had given up and just let them do what they wanted, but at the end, she glanced toward Mutsuki.
There she saw him smiling.
And she gave him her usual lopsided frown.
Afterword
Hello. Diapers bought as reference materiaclass="underline" 1300 yen. Pregnancy test bought for the same reason: 1000 yen. The look on my friend’s face upon finding diapers and a pregnancy test in a childless guy’s room: priceless. This is Sakakikasa.
Now, this one was Juvenile Attack. How did you like it? I called it “juvenile” and yet focused on the story of an upperclassman like Ren, but I think I made up for that with Ange in the end. Maybe.
I returned to the original trio and kept the sex scenes to only Ange, Machina, and Lucia this time. Even after six volumes, this was actually the first time to have it one-on-one with each of them. I need to pay more attention to that kind of structure.
Once again, I have to thank Amagai Yukino-sensei for the cute illustrations. …Ange with the pacifier and rattle was…dangerous. I think he has me beat when it comes to kinkiness.
And I once more received a lot of help from my editor, T-sama. Although he’s a little too into the backpack + bloomers outfit.
Now, until we meet again in the next one.
Adolescent Adam 7 – Kissing You
Prologue
Math is born from humanity’s love of accuracy.
1 and 2 are separated and one of them has twice the value of the other. 1 is 1 and it only becomes 2 when its value doubles. This simple difference is the entire purpose behind math’s existence.
But look at it from a certain angle and nothing traps people’s minds in inaccuracy quite like math.
101 and 102 are clearly different according to match, but finding a difference between them in reality is difficult. Even if you prepared two rulers, you could not be certain there was not a 0.001mm difference between them.
So Miss A had long since stopped seeking accuracy.
Math had been her worst subject in school. During her witch training, a few potions had blown up in her face because she refused to measure the ingredients.
She was fine with “about 3” as a definition of pi.
Science always used math when discussing units and it strived to be as accurate as possible.
Miss A stood at the top of that field, but it was not well known how careless she was about accuracy.
“Nn, there.”
Once again, the girl was in the verdant holy ground in the depths of FeTUS headquarters. She sat in a rocking chair that could not keep an accurate center of gravity.
She had a teacup on the white wooden table. A Springloaded modeled after a wild rabbit watched on as she wound a pocket watch decorated with a bear-print ribbon.
That was her favorite watch. It unfortunately needed to be wound quite frequently, but an atomic clock would no longer be accurate after 100,000 years. It was little difference.
“I wonder what time it is now.”
Once she finished winding it, she smiled bitterly toward the rabbit.
She had to set the watch’s hands, but she did not know the current time.
The wild rabbit machine blinked its red eyes as if to say it did not know either.
“Exactly 11, then.”
She set the watch to 11 when she saw a girl walk into the room.
Machina had been ordered to be here at 11:00, so she sat down in the seat across from Miss A at precisely that time. She was not even a second late or any other unit that a human could sense.
And a few seconds later…
“Did I keep you waiting?”
The grassy field displayed in the room switched over to something else.
When the projected image vanished, it revealed empty water tanks covering every surface.
The projector picked up an outside signal and displayed 12 monoliths. The 12 guests were represented by playing cards. Specifically, the jacks, queens, and kings of all four suits.
Twelve people surrounded the table.
“Is it only Miss A and Miss E today?”
“We have little to discuss,” answered Miss A. “I will inform the other witches later.”
“Understood. Now, if you don’t mind getting right to the topic at hand…”
All 12 voices coming from the monoliths were clearly excited.
Miss A set down the watch and reached for her cup instead.
“As I told you in my message, the Holy Grail is complete.”
“Splendid!!”
“Splendid!!”
“Splendid!!”
The monolith voices were brimming with excitement. Some of the voices grew fainter as if they had moved away from the microphone to dance with joy.
“Then when will you be executing the plan? This will be a turning point in human history, so please allow my company to support you in every way possible.”
“No, wait. I would like to provide the two of them with god’s blessings first. I will arrange a visit to my office.”
“A boy doesn’t want all that formal nonsense. What matters is the honeymoon.
The best way for two youths to celebrate is to take a relaxing vacation.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. We must research the True Ancestor. This is no time to be messing around!”
The excited monoliths argued on and on.
Miss A had predicted this, but it was even more annoying than she had expected.