Especially with Machina fast approaching her ultimate objective.
“S-so how are things between them, Miss B? Do you think it will go well?”
She was also interested in a gossipy kind of way about the relationship between
the young boy and girl. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned forward.
“…What a pain.”
Ren shrugged and did not reply.
…There was no way she could tell Makoto that.
Friday was the day before the cultural festival, so the atmosphere surrounding
Megutono Academy shifted from excited to anxious.
Student Council President Shirohara Ren enjoyed that nicely tense atmosphere.
“President, we have some sample yakisoba, so please eat it.”
“Yes, I will stop by later.”
“President, come listen to us perform~”
“Later, okay?”
Everyone had already completed their entry for the festival, so they were in the final rehearsal and testing phase.
The Student Council was going around to ensure there was no trouble in this crucial stage, but the President was so popular that people kept calling out to her.
It had only been a bit over half a month since she had returned to her position as President, but Shirohara Ren was fulfilling her duties perfectly.
“Ange-chaaaan, over here, over here. We don’t have much time for the final
rehearsal.”
“Yes, yes. …Ah.”
“Mh.”
Except when it came to her attitude toward one person.
While walking through the school, she ran across the last person she wanted to see.
The red-haired girl must have been participating in the play because she was carrying some things.
“What do you want?”
As soon as she saw Ren, the corners of Ange’s eyes rose sharply.
She showed blatant hostility. Ren decided she should ignore it, but…
“Nothing.”
She glared back.
Ren strictly, politely, and (most of all) mechanically served the school as President,
but she always responded emotionally to this one student: Jiyuuni Ange.
Ignoring the girl and moving on would be the best course of action. Ange would never back down if Ren glared back at her. She knew this would only prevent either one of them from backing down.
Ever since they had clashed and never reached a satisfying conclusion, Ren had felt an extreme dislike of this angel as a teenage girl rather than as a logical Witch.
“Ange-chaaan? Oh, President. What’s up?”
“Mh. Hello.”
They were saved when the angel’s friend called out to them.
That distraction allowed Ren to stop glaring. Ange must have been satisfied with that because she gave a “hmph” and left with her friend.
Ren regretted what she had done. She was not a child and yet she had fallen for such blatant provocation.
“Miss A is not going to be happy.”
Then she heard a chuckling voice arrive in place of the angel.
This voice was even more blatantly provoking than Ange’s glare. …Ren simply gave a displeased look, but then she turned around.
“Yes, I need to do better. You have caused enough trouble yourself, so I need to avoid placing any more of a burden on my teacher.”
“Hmph.”
She turned around to find not a student but the teacher named Katsue Subaru, aka FeTUS Witches Miss C.
This was someone else Ren was better off avoiding as President, although for a different reason than with Ange.
When Ren responded sharply, Subaru’s eyebrows twitched behind her glasses.
Even if they did not get along, they were from the same organization. They knew the appropriate distance to keep between each other.
“Inspecting the festival? Must be tough being Student Council President.”
“What I’m doing isn’t much different from a teacher’s job.”
They began walking side by side.
Whatever they felt on the inside, they would be seen as teacher and President, so they continued their inspection.
“How is your class doing?”
She naturally asked about her biggest concern.
As Student Council President, Ren was privy to all the details of the festival events, but when it came to Fujita Mutsuki, Miss C would know more as his homeroom teacher.
“There’s nothing to say. Everyone is enjoying the cultural festival. The one surprise is how much Jiyuuni is getting into the rehearsals.”
With a glance in the direction of the gym Ange and her friend had entered, Subaru shrugged.
“The angel and the demon in our school seem far too casual about it all.”
Just as the two girls entered the gym, a few band rehearsal teams left. Silvia was among them. The band members all had their hair dyed bright blonde and Lucia was sweaty from singing but clearly enjoying himself.
FeTUS had created this school as a miniature garden, but an angel and demon had joined and their hostile relationship had entered a passive phase. This should have been highly abnormal.
“Gather heaven, earth, and hell and you will have everything. And the world was created from discord. …So they say, but I find it hard to believe.” There was self-deprecation in Subaru’s voice. “Why do you think that is?”
“That’s obvious.” Ren smiled bitterly. “The angels, demons, and we have all found ourselves in the palm of his hand.”
That was where the conversation would inevitably lead.
Fujita Mutsuki wished for no fighting between the three sides and that was the greatest help those FeTUS members could have hoped for.
Angels had an advantage over demons, demons over humans, and humans over angels. It was supposed to work like that, but FeTUS members had found themselves left in the dust by Ange several times now.
And of course.
Having a FeTUS member in an intimate relationship with him was ideal for the organization.
“Ah.”
“Nn.”
While on their patrol, Ren and Subaru were shocked by what they found inside the gym storeroom.
The boy they had just been discussing was there. Mutsuki and the other two widened their eyes.
“Npwa…nh, hahh.”
Only the fourth person in the room, Machina, failed to notice Ren and Subaru’s entrance, so her eyes remained happily narrowed while she continued sucking on the boy’s lips.
How long they had been enjoying this deep kiss was apparent from the solid flush of her cheeks and the dampness of her eyes that looked like a film of tears. Her usually intellectual features were now solidly colored by arousal, so even the other two members of her sex were shocked.
“Ah…Senpai…and Sensei.”
Mutsuki could only smile bitterly at the fact that they had seen this.
Ren sighed deeply, regretting any thoughts that he was even remotely reliable.
“I believe I told you I could not allow such indecent acts at school.”
“S-sorry.”
Mutsuki was once more called to the Student Council Room and made to sit on the floor.
Machina needed to be scolded as well, but Ren started with Mutsuki.
“Um, but, Senpai. This time, Ibekusa-san was the one who…”
The boy trailed off but still refused to back down.
This was different from when he had taken advantage of Machina’s obedience by milking her and having her piss. She had asked him to do this, so it was illogical to scold him alone.
Ren disliked being illogical, but…
“That does not change that you went too far.”
She rejected his argument.
She knew her argument was almost entirely based on emotion, but that scene was burned in the back of her mind and refused to go away. With this and with Ange, her greatest weakness was her inability to back down.
She could not rid herself of the feeling that filled her when she saw those two sharing their lips like lovers.
“B-besides, that is indecent. In Japan, you should only kiss someone when you…y’know, are in love. That was f-filthy.”
“…Sorry.”
Mutsuki was easily pushed around, so he gradually quieted down.
The conversation brought Mutsuki’s thoughts back to what he and Machina had been doing. They had been sharing saliva and sticking their tongues deep in each other’s mouths like they were searching out each other’s hearts. He recalled the softness of the cute girl’s mouth and the flavor of her spit.