Boku no Kanojo Sensei Volume 7 Chapter 1

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I’m not asking to be treated like a God, but let’s not be like him, mkay?

Maka-sensei’s Culture Festival Guidance

“Thus, our class has decided on ‘I’m being bullied in my family, but I managed to gain money and social status by using a cheat!’ as our attraction!”

Yeahhhh, the class let out roars of cheers. Even though she isn’t even the class president, Nui stood in front of the teacher’s desk, writing the title of the attraction we decided upon on the blackboard. In other words, we would be showing a play, and this has actually been decided on before the midterms. We happened to go into midterms without fully deciding on what the contents would be, actually. You gotta understand that this is quite the tough schedule we have to handle this term.

“Let’s aim for the top of the culture festival with our original play!”

“Original…So basically, ‘Cinderella’?”

“Alright Sai-kun, nobody asked for your retort! It’s just another original! We protect the license of the original author! Stop illegal uploading! Also, no uploading gravure idol Amanashi Nui-chan’s gravure idol shots up on ‘I’ll make these gravure idols tits my own’ site, okay!”

She turned it into a personal problem mid-way through. Since Nui is actually one of the most popular gravure idols as of right now, there’s a few illegal uploads of her work online it seems.

“Amanashi-san, I won’t comment on your work, but at least bring the preparations forward. We are already behind.”

“Oh, that’s right.”

Sitting next to the teacher’s desk on a pipe chair, Maka-sensei threw in a retort. We’re currently in the long homeroom. Though the students themselves operate most about the culture festival, but our class can be a bit…

“But, don’t worry. This Manasshi is a business person! I even appeared in a TV drama!”

“My, what kind of role was it?”

“It was a mystery with consecutive murder cases, and I had the role who ran way immediately with a ‘As if I can stay in the same room as all these possible murderers! I’ll shut myself inside my room!’, hehe!”

“So the character who dies immediately…”

I know that Sensei must be tired of this, but I can guess that Nui would only get roles like that.

“Anyway, I already got the basicas down! All we need is the script and casting! Once that’s done, the rest will be easy!”

I-I wonder about that…Isn’t the most important part what comes after that…?

“By the way, I already took care of those two by my own judgement.”

The classmates raised their voices once again. You’re fine with everything, huh?

“The script will be done by Ten-chan! Our precious Kisou Tenka-san!”

“Eh?”

I subconsciously directed my gaze at her, where Tenka-san just nodded along, almost looking disinterested. She’s going to write the script…? I knew she had good grades, but isn’t this and that different?

“And then, we have the evil stepmother and older sister…”

Nui continued to introduce the characters. Why is this happening?

“Of course, the prince will be played by—me, Amanashi Nui! Sorry to take the good part!”

“…You’ll play the prince, Nui?”

Not Cinderella? Wouldn’t she take the most popular role? Isn’t that what Amanashi Nui would do?

“The witch using magic on our dear Cinderella…will be Maka-tea! Thank you for the special entrance!”

“…I don’t mind, but is it really fine for a teacher to take part?”

“Thinking about Class 2A, it’s gotta be Maka-tea and I, right. We’ll use this advantage!”

It seems like the other classmates didn’t have any complaints with that either. Well, I wouldn’t mind seeing Maka-sensei’s acting.

“And, for the main role of Cinderella—Drum roll please!”

Huh?

“Our class’ new idol, Saiko-chan!”

“Huh, who’s Saiko-chan again?” I tilted my head in confusion.

“You Saiko-chan over there, no running away from reality!” Nui retorted.

“That’s not gonna happen! You just play Cinderella, Nui!”

“I’m not really fit to be the girl in a tragedy, right?”

“Why does this sound so convincing? But, we can just fix that with the script, right?” I looked over at Tenka-san.

“I rewrote it, for Saiko-chan. You’re saying it’s good enough, to this Tenka-chan?”

“………”

Tenka-san gave a quick response, denying my hopes and dreams, as she continued to write on her smartphone keyboard. Though I couldn’t properly see it because of the distance between us, I feel like I can see the script on the screen. This damned Nui! She had Tenka-san write the script in secret!

“Wonderful work there Tenka-san. That could be enough to actually bring Osaka Castle to a fall. You have grown, I see.”

“……”

Shit, Maka-sensei won’t be of any help either! If anything, she’s trying to push the main role onto Saiko-chan as well! I guess that makes sense, seeing how much she loved Saiko-chan at the sports festival…

“We did it! To think we could get to see Saiko-chan this quickly again!”

“The shitty arrogant brat shota Saigi-kun isn’t half bad, but Saiko-chan is actually good material for my doujins.”

“Hey, Saiko…I actually…!”

“Are you all my enemies now?!”

There’s no path of retreat here…From the very beginning, I was driven into a corner…The second I set foot into this classroom…It seems like not only me and Maka-sensei are good at working in the shadows. I can’t believe anybody anymore!

‘I’m being bullied in my family, but thanks to a cheat (Rest omitted)’ was basically Cinderella. Since everybody knows this story, it’s important to deliver while omitting a few points here and there. At the culture festival, a lot of groups and classes would be using the stage, so we had to finish our play as quickly as possible. Quickly put in the story of Cinderella, and bring the character (Saiko-chan) into action, so no problems even if it misses the story. Though I have a problem with it.

On top of that, there’s older costumes and such of Cinderella left behind. Of course, we would have to fix a few things, but we at least didn’t have to start from zero.

“Seems like Nui actually gave this a lot of thought.”

At night, after our dinner, I sat in the living room of my home, reading through the script.

“Nui-chansenpai can be an idiot at times, but she can actually use her head if it comes down to it. Though she’s not fit to be studying.”

Miharu herself already had taken place on her spot on the sofa, working on something with her laptop on her knees. There’s also Saigi Kagome, our white house cat, right next to the sofa, who we took in from a nearby cat cafe as a new family member.

“Hm? Did we have a cushion like this before? The one Kagome is lying on.”

“Ah, that got delivered today after Miharu ordered it. Seems like she likes it.” Miharu reached out with her hand, gently stroking Kagome’s hair.

“There’s more and more things related to Kagome around here. There’s even a cat tower now.”

A tower almost reaching up to the ceiling stood in one corner of the living room. Apparently it’s for cats to play around and waste some of their energy.

“When we are at school, Kagome is bored out of her mind alone, so Miharu thought it’d be good to have something for her like this.”

“I totally get that, but…”

Be it special balls or cat teasers to their beloved cardboard boxes, a third of the living room was filled with cat goods.

“Aren’t you buying too much?”

“As of right now, Miharu is the vice president at school, looking after everyone’s troubles. A cat is no big problem at all. Miharu bought cat food, and is managing the toilet for her.”

“I don’t think this is related to being the vice president of anything…I’m just surprised that you are taking care of other beings like this.”

On a side note, in our house, a cat is being treated equally to a human. To think this baby Miharu had grown like this…Just until recently, she couldn’t do anything.

“Right now, Miharu is even helping the student council president. Enchan-kaichou was the former treasurer, so she’s good with numbers, but the administrative stuff is a bit iffy still.” Miharu kept typing on her laptop like she was a manga programmer.

She can even make her own phone apps, so it makes sense that she’d be good at this whole PC work.

“Miharu is even arranging the Cinderella costume for your class’ play, Onii-chan. The student council is taking care of most documents and data for the culture festival, but it’s a bit hard to tell what’s left and where.”

“To think you’d speak ill of a work like this…I would have never imagined this day to arrive.”

“How is the progress if the play, Onii-chan? According to the previous records, there were times where the classes couldn’t finish their play in time, creating a big hole in the schedule on-stage. That’s the point where the committee members would flip out.”

“Oh yikes…”

“There’s a large program for the stage, so managing the schedule is a lot of work. You won’t get off easy if you can’t make it in time. So keep that in mind.”

“C-Calm down, Miharu. It’s not like the student council has to manage all of that.”

Stop typing on the keyboard that furiously, it’s scaring me!

“Alright, that’s one job done,” Miharu commented, pressing the enter button. “What were we talking about? Ah right, the event your class is doing. There’s a lot of people interested in that.”

“You’re kidding, right…” I started shaking out of pure fear.

It’s a play where your average high school boy is crossdressing as the female protagonist, you know…?

“Miharu had Nui-chansenpai change her name from ‘Tits Prince’ to something else as well.”

“I’m sorry to bother you like this…”

On the pamphlet, it states the names of the student and their role after all. It’d be troublesome if a parent or guardian came to visit and saw the word ‘Tits’ just like that.

“Ahh, Miharu’s shoulders are getting all stiff now. Not even this beloved sofa can fix that.”

“It’s because you never really worked this far. Then again, the student council must have it rough at a time like this. Even though the committee must have the main part.”

“Well, this is the first job of the new student council. We’re helping wherever we have to. Be it Enchan-kaichou, or the other staff.”

The new student council consists of the president, the vice president, the secretary, treasurer, and general affairs, so five people. Besides the new president Enri, all the other four staff members are new people.

“That being said, Onii-chan (heart).”

“W-What is it?”

Miharu got down from the sofa, sitting next to me at close distance. She is wearing her usual hoodie, together with striped panties below, a truly awful combination. Not like my heart is beating faster because of her breasts or panties though?

“Miharu was wondering if you couldn’t help out the student council a bit?”

“Eh? Me? I already have a role in the play though.”

“You say that, but it’s a short play, so you don’t have much to learn by heart anyway, right?”

Miharu pulled the script out of my hands, giving it a closer look. The lines of Cinderella were underlined.

“That’s Ten-chansenpai for you, she wrote the phrases in a way that makes it easier to remember.”

“R-Really? It’s true that I feel like I can do this.”

The phrases of Cinderella were short but impactful. Seriously, who is Tenka-san even?

“Since you’re part of the main play, you don’t have to help in setting up the stage right? Why don’t you use that time to help your cute, precious little sister.”

“So you’re using your cards as a little sister now…”

There’s the ‘It’s fine if I die alliance’, or short SID. Miharu was a member of such. It’s a group of girls that all harbor feelings for me, and Miharu left this group to return to being a normal little sister of mine.

“Well yeah. At school, Miharu is the admirable president, but at home she can be a spoiled little sister.”

“Vice president, you mean. I doubt about the admirable part as well. Not to mention that your intention of not being spoiled anymore just went off wherever, I see.”

Please don’t put more than two things I have to retort on into one sentence.

“If you help, you’ll get to fondle your little sister’s breasts every day as much as you want, and we can even take baths together.”

“As if I’d be happy about that!”

“Well, any more than that, and we’d cross the threshold of being siblings. Miharu doesn’t care either way though.”

“I very much do care!”

Fondling my little sister’s breasts, or taking a bath together is no problem at all. But, unlike the group of girls around me, I possess common sense, so I won’t do any of that of course.

“You want me to help, but I have no idea how to work around with the student council.”

“Once Miharu pulls you to the student council, that previous student council president will come rushing as well. There’s nobody stronger of an ally than that woman.”

“That woman?!”

“Miharu isn’t a member of SID anymore, so she can’t call the leader over whenever. Rather, being the vice president now, Miharu is forced to obey the average students.”

“Before SID and anything, she is your Senpai, you know…”

“Don’t you want to set up a trap and have her cry? Aren’t you interested in a black and long-haired beauty’s crying face?”

“That does sound interesting…Wait no, what are we talking about?!”

We’re suddenly talking about bullying a girl here.

“Miharu did retreat from the battle, but she wants to know who’ll be the next loser. If anything, she’d like Shii-chan or Kuu-chan to win.”

“Again, what does SID have to do with anything?! What should I do to help with the student council?”

“Alright, scored one slave.”

“Slave?!”

“Ah, I shouldn’t run my mouth like that. Miharu has a special right after all, so she can indulge in that.”

“It’s not that much of a special right!”

“You don’t have to think about anything, Onii-chan. Miharu will give you orders for everything. Make your head go empty, and just live happily with the orders of the vice president…”

“Scary…so scary…”

Maybe it would be safer to report to Enri, and have Miharu step down as the vice president? But, it’s Enri we’re talking about…she’s always this calculative…That showed in her election battle against Miharu as well. On top of that, Miharu is a beauty to behold. No doubting it, Enri would not let her go. Is this actually the worst possible student council against me…?

“W-Woah…”

I walked down the hallway with dead eyes. This is the second day after I became Miharu’s slave. I had fully forgotten. Miharu is the type to joke around with a deadpan expression, but most of these times, she’s actually serious. After classes, I would be practicing around one hour with Nui and the others. Miharu would personally come to my classroom to kidnap me, forcing me into the ‘3rd Meeting room’ of the committee or the student council room. Checking the estimated costs of all classes and time schedule, checking on the stage being built in the courtyard, as well as the creation of the time table for the big stage in the gym hall. The heck is all of this?!

“This is just psychological labor at this point…Being sent around everywhere might have been better…”

I’m not the most physically-built person, but definitely more suited for that than racking my brain over all of this stuff. On top of that, it’s the unfamiliar student council and committee that I have to deal with. Today, I helped the committee as well, and am finally granted a short break. But, where…

“Saigi-kun, walk properly instead of staggering around everywhere.”

“Ah…Maka-sensei.”

Walking towards me was the beautiful and admirable homeroom teacher of our class. Even though she’s working hard all day every day, and even studies at home, she shows no signs of being tired whatsoever. Even though her HP would be getting red at this point if she was any other teacher.

“You seem to be fairly tired, Saigi-kun. I know that preparing for the culture festival must be tiresome, but you seem to be on an entirely different level.

“Right now I’m my little sister’s slave…”

“It seems like we need Emancipation Proclamation¹ here at Seikadai.”

“Indeed we do…”

“You didn’t understand what I said, right? A culture festival is a big event, but studying is more important than anything. I feel like you need some ‘education’ again.”

“Ehhh?!”

I’m already tired, and now she’s going to give me ‘education’ again?!

“Don’t worry, I’m not a demon or anything. First, I’ll brew you some delicious black tea with milk to calm you down.”

“I’m scared of what comes after!”

That being said, I can’t resist Maka-sensei anyway. Instead, I just gave in, and followed her to her ‘Castle’, also known as the English material room.

“It’s been a while since you came here right, Saigi-kun?”

“Entry was prohibited during the exam period after all. Still, the exam period being the calmest time of my student life…I would have never expected that.”

Maka-sensei was not pulling any weird strings during the exam period, oddly enough. I figure she must have been busy as a matter of fact, and getting into closer contact with specific students would probably have made us look suspicious again. Even if heaven and earth were switched, Maka-sensei would not act in a way like that. Still, once exams were over, I had to focus on the culture festival, so I really haven’t been here for a while.

“Are you okay?”

“Not exactly. But if I were to run away here, that would be the scary thing. Miharu, Nui, and Enri are the annoying type after all.”

“I see you have a lot of girls around you like this. How troublesome.”

“………”

I probably set myself up for that one.

“Still, to hear Shinbou-san’s name coming out of your mouth…Just a while ago, Keimi-san got added…”

“Added…Enri and I are just friends.”

I always thought Enri hated my guts, but she was just a good person. She was covering my back from all the teachers that wanted my butt.

“Friends, I see…Saigi-kun, ‘Let’s start as friends’ always ends with ‘Let’s do dirty stuff’, you know.”

“That’s way too specific! This isn’t some youth romcom!”

“Really? It seems like I have to learn even now as a teacher.”

“You really are passionate about learning…”

A good teacher, taking the opinions of her students seriously.

“If there are no problems with Shinbou-san, then I can appreciate that. I have enough trouble with the culture festival.”

“I thought so, teachers must be busy, right.”

“That is one part of it…Although the homeroom teacher can’t exactly obstruct in the choice of attraction the class decides on, a play like that was fatal.”

“Eh? Is there a problem with a play?”

“Of course there is! What else am I supposed to do besides a special maid cafe just for Saigi-kun!”

“Anything else besides that sounds just fine to me!”

“Naturally, the only maid serving you would be…me <3”

“This doesn’t even count as a feature for the culture festival!”

What is this homeroom teacher imagining?!

“I actually have a maid uniform ready, you know? Not the one with the cat ears, but an actual classic maid uniform. Though you can still see my cleavage just fine.”

“You can’t use that for the culture festival!”

How is that a classic uniform…Still, a classic maid Maka-sensei (with her breasts out)…

‘Welcome back, Master ❤ Today we’ll do lots of education as well, okay? <3’

My own maid teacher…Eureka! That being said, I best be thankful that Maka-sensei is actually staying in the play for our sake…

“So it’s no good, then…What a shame. Ah, that’s right, black tea with lots of milk, right.”

“Yes, thank you very much.”

With swift movement, Maka-sensei started brewing the tea, and put down the cup in front of me. She apparently used some flavorful tea leaves, as the scent was strong, already calming me down.

“Oh…delicious. The exhaustion is being drained from my body…”

“I’m glad you like it. Do take your time.”

“Thank you very much. Sensei, you’re pretty good at brew—Eh?!”

Separating my face from the steaming tea, I realized the irregularity in front of my eyes. This preparation room is too irregular!

“W-What are you doing?”

“I have trouble finding time to actually learn my lines for the play, see.”

“I understand that, but…why are you a witch now?!”

It should have only been around three or four minutes when I was enjoying the milk tea. Yet, that apparently was more than enough for Maka-sensei to turn into ‘Magical Girl Magical Maka-chan’…

“How is it? I think it looks fairly good on me.”

Maka-sensei started dancing with some odd moves. It’s been a while since I’ve seen that footwork, I can’t lie. She’s wearing a pointy hat, together with a deep green one-piece. Said one-piece is wide open around the chest area, with a short hem of her skirt, openly revealing her thighs. This is way too erotic, even if it’s not the aforementioned maid costume…! She wore a jet-black mantle, holding something like a wand in her hand as well. I knew that her role was supposed to be sorceress, but this is more like a magical girl than anything…

“I-Isn’t this showing a bit too much…?”

“For the main part, I’ll wear something less revealing. At this race, the vice-principal would come for my neck again. I’m already being treated like a gal as of late.”

“Maybe it’s because you appeared as a JK during the last sports festival?”

Even a superior resembling Buddha would snap at that. All the students got fired up, turning that event into somewhat of a legend itself.

“Rather than that, Saiko-chan. For all the times that I can’t participate in the practice, you’ll help me here, right?”

“I won’t become Saiko-chan, okay?! We’re doing the rehearsals in a normal manner as well!”

“Tch…so Amanashi-san missed this opportunity… But, if I can’t practice, I won’t be able to do it in the main show either, right? I have to practice in conditions close to the final stage, or there will be no meaning to it, don’t you agree.”

“You try to sound like a teacher, but you just want to meet Saiko-chan, right…?”

“Of course I do! I didn’t get to see Saiko-chan’s cheering back at the sports festival after all!”

“Because you had work, right?! And it wasn’t anything worth watching either!”

“But, don’t worry! I’m always prepared for every occasion!”

Ta-da, she said, and took out a certain object—

“A girl’s uniform…this is completely unrelated to the play, right?!”

“Who decided on this!”

“Even if you ask me that now?!”

“But, you still have some resistance towards girl’s clothes, right?”

“It’d be bad if I didn’t!”

That would open the door to a new fetish after all.

“If you’re embarrassed about this sort of thing, then you won’t be able to properly play Cinderella. It’s fine, the size should fit. We have to get you used to clothes like these little by little, right?”

“I don’t want to get used to them…Be it normal clothes, or a dress, I don’t want to wear any at all…”

“This is all for the practice. Now, put it on. Or, do you want me to help you change?”

“…I’ll wear it.”

Saigi-kun is being weak against a pushy older beauty. It’s Kouko-sensei’s fault. Because of her, I grew weak against older women. She’s the evil in this scenario. For starters, I had Maka-sensei turn around, and slipped into the uniform. I-Is this the right way to wear it…? She even had a semi-long wig prepared…

“Maka-sensei, I’m done.”

“That was faster than I anticipated. Huh…see, it does look good on you, Saigi-kun.”

“I’m not happy about that…” I answered, while pulling down the hem of my skirt.

Still, I’m glad that Maka-sensei actually remained fairly calm about this. There’s really nothing special about me, an average-looking boy, wearing a female uniform. This being the second time, nothing about it feels fresh either.

“Then, since we are both busy, let us start. Today’s ‘education’ will be the rehearsal of the play. Since I only talk with you, this should be just fine, right.”

“Yeah, seems like it.”

The sorceress would suddenly appear, allowing Cinderella to transform, and will never appear after that. Considering the amount of phrases, it does sound like a good role, which makes it perfect for a teacher who has their own work to worry about.

“I am the Onee-san sorceress who suddenly appeared. Saiderella, you want to go to the ball, right?”

“So we’re already in it, huh. Y-Yes, but I don’t have a dress to wear, nor a horse carriage to get there.”

Though I would have loved to file a complaint about the name Saiderella, speaking against the leader of the play, my efforts were futile.

“Leave it to me. We just have to restrict your stepmother and older sisters, and have you wear their dresses.”

“That’s not magic, but a physical attack!”

“I will send you to the ball in my red fiat. In a fantasy world, there won’t be any traffic regulations, right.”

“I’ll end up a mess before we even get there…Also, you’re adding way too much ad-lib!”

“It’s fine, during the main play, I’ll properly play along with Tenka’s script.”

“I feel like this is greatly different from what you just said though…”

Something about not being able to properly act if she can’t practice?

“Can’t help it, let me save you with some adequate magic. Here, a beautiful dress for you!”

“M-My, what a wonderful dress this is…!”

“Saigi-kun, you seem to be a bit flustered. That won’t do, you won’t be able to properly play your role during the main show then.”

“You forced me to wear a girl’s clothes before we even started acting…”

This is plenty embarrassing already, and I’m supposed to wear a frilly dress during the performance?

“Still, seeing you cosplay like this is quite fresh. Might this be a new pattern for your ‘education’, I wonder? I’m looking forward to seeing the dress. When will it be done?”

“Apparently it’s already done, but the size has to be adjusted a bit. Since Nui knows someone who’s proficient in housework class, he asked them.”

“Nui, and yet she can’t sew at all²…What irony.”

“That sounds like an insult…Though I was wondering about that myself.”

Nui is just the type to get dissed often. We are certainly not bullying her.

“Without a dress, you can’t go to the ball. Who cares about the Prince. Just run away with me instead, hand in hand.”

“The basic plot is going to change, you know!”

“Imagining Saiderella and Prince Amanashi dance on stage at the end of the play makes me want to die .”

“That much?!”

You’re a teacher, so use your words better! Also, Saiderella sounds like some Italian family restaurant…

“Also, the one directing this play was Amanashi-san, right.”

“Yes, Tenka-san took care of the script, but Nui had a lot of influence in the actual play.”

Is this going to be fine, I wonder? Who knows.

“So what exactly is this? It says here in the script that I would make you wear a dress, summon a pumpkin carriage, together with a ‘Magical Girl Dance (high-spirited and cute)’.”

“It’s a magical girl dance (high-spirited and cute), I think.”

“That doesn’t help in the slightest! Is this the kind of dance you’d see on a Sunday morning anime aimed at little girls?! Me, doing that?!”

“That’s Sensei for you, swift judgement as always. By the way, this is it.”

I swiftly operated my phone, playing the official ending theme of a certain show on Yotsube.

“As long as we don’t use this for personal gains, we can use the dance and song, it seems. I made sure to check it. Since the culture festival is a free event, the committee has no complaints either.”

“Swift acting…So you were the one who set this up, Saigi-kun?”

Twitch.

She truly is sharp…It almost worked.

“Saigi-kun, you’ve gotten so rebellious as of late! This is aimed at girls with a similar age to Muku-san, you know?! Even with that exhibition match before, aren’t you toying a bit too much with me?!”

“O-Of course not, how could you say that. This is just the setting of the story, this is how you summon the dress and the pumpkin carriage for me.”

No need to lie about this, just twisting the facts a bit. Maka-sensei’s education definitely is working on me. It’s thanks to her that I was able to fight back in all sorts of ways.

“…Fu, so that’s what this has come to. Fine by me.”

“M-Maka-sensei?”

“Watch and see for yourself how Fujiki Maka has used her facade of the Unobtainable Flower for more than ten years!”

“Ohhh…?!”

Maka-sensei swung her wand, and started dancing as her cape shook in motion, her thighs revealed in the open.

“S-She’s perfectly copying it after seeing it only once…?!”

“In tennis, physical ability as well as responsive ability create a certain rhythm, you know. I have to match my own rhythm with the ball.”

“W-What…?!”

Not to mention, those moves…?! She’s dancing perfectly in this narrow room. The official ending theme is just as cute, but seeing an adult like Maka-sensei dance the choreography is amazing…! Her big breasts are shaking up and down, as the mantle would occasionally reveal her butt, as well as the white panties above it.

“Ta-da…! My, even if you’re a girl, you can’t just stare at what’s underneath my skirt, you know?”

Having finished the dance, Maka-sensei gave me a relatively profound gaze.

“Did you get excited by my dance? Is that what’s happening? What a bad girl you are…”

“Even if that was the case…”

These clothes are definitely dangerous, even if she’s not going to wear those during the main performance.

“Saigi-kun is always a treat, but Saiko-chan like this feels fresh. An embarrassed beauty is always great for the eyes.”

“Wah, M-Maka-sensei…”

Maka-sensei started taking off the blazer of my girl’s uniform (!), opening the cardigan and blouse, pressing her breasts against my naked chest. The chest of a fake high school girl and big-breasted teacher are being pressed together…

“Ahh, this feels so immoral…Is this what you call yuri?”

“I’m a boy though!”

“A trap…”

Ah, those eyes…!

“Fufu, so cute…This is the best…Mm, kiss, kiss.”

“Wah…”

She kissed me twice on the cheek, and finished with one on the lips.

What kind of situation is this…!

“Now I’m starting to look forward to future education…Not just having me cosplay all the time, but you joining in…”

“Never ever!”

“Mm, kiss, kiss…That’s right…a sailor uniform…and a kindergarten uniform…baby clothes…”

“I’m getting younger and younger!”

What does she mean by baby clothes anyway?! And why do I have an image of that in my head?! Also, can you stop kissing me all the time?! Not to mention in these clothes!

“I thought of declining to participate in the play, but now I’m looking forward to this. In a lot of ways.”

“Glad to hear that…”

Leaving aside the fact that Saiko-chan is being targeted. If Maka-sensei is enjoying the culture festival, then it’s not too bad, I guess? But, there won’t be any loli Saiko-chan, okay!

Preparations went on, but never progressing—I know it sounds like some proverb, but that’s pretty much what’s going on right now.

“This is really bad, we’re not up to schedule at all.”

“Oh, now that sounds troublesome.”

During lunch break, I was up on the rooftop for a change of pace. The key I borrowed from the dear vice student council president of course. Leaning against the fence, next to me, stood the previous student council president.

“What’s especially dangerous is the management of the culture festival. The student council is full up in it. It’s not completely unrelated to you, right?”

“No, it actually is. I think that I am the person who should be the least involved in this.”

“…You really are diligent, President Karen—No, Karen-senpai.”

“You’re still addressing me the wrong way? You really are a helpless fellow, Saigi Makoto.” Karen-senpai showed a wry smile, as her black hair danced in the wind.

She was a beauty with breathtaking long black hair, and a tightly-worn uniform, barely containing her large chest. From below her chest came long, slender legs. She’s a third-year here at Seikadai’s Highschool Division, the former student council president, a nun in training, and also the leader of SID.

“Now that I think about it, you’re not really showing yourself too frequently as of late, right Karen-senpai?”

“It’s not me, but you who’s busy. Exams, preparations for the culture festival, even helping other students, why would you have to make time for someone like me, a part of a different student year all-together?”

“I see…So, what was your class doing again?”

“Hey now, you’re part of the management, and you don’t even remember that? Well, a lot of us take entrance exams outside Seikadai, so we planned to make a panel of selfies to show during the culture festival, calling it ‘A page out of my life’. Really not anything special.”

“I think you should put some wires around your panel, and a GPS on it, Senpai.”

“You’re already assuming that it will be stolen!?”

Karen-senpai might seem like a prim and proper girl, but her hidden charm and erotica makes her quite popular at school. During the election when she was a candidate, a lot of her posters were actually stolen, so I wouldn’t be surprised if some people set their eyes on this panel either. Guess I’ll leave that to my little sister, who’s good at watching over something.

“For crying out loud, you sure are as doubtful as ever, Saigi Makoto…Well, we have a lot of students at our school, so maybe it would be better to actually have someone watch over it.”

“I realized this when checking the overall plan and previous records, but incidents like these tend to happen, don’t they?”

“There exists no culture festival without any trouble!”

“Well said!”

“Our culture festival allows entrance for guardians and even unrelated people, so there’s always a few bad people mixing in with the crowd. Not to mention that we have Amanashi Nui.”

“I mean, she was here last year as well, but…I guess so.”

As for Nui, she just achieved her break as a gravure idol, so her popularity is at its peak. With her being a part of this school, there’s sure to be people who solely come here because of her.

“There’s also those who smoke cigarettes on school grounds. It’s important to tell them off, but dangerous at the same time. A truly troublesome problem, indeed.”

“Huh…So we need several people on patrol.”

Both the committee and student council are keeping their eyes on it, but I guess I need to make sure that there’s no trouble myself.

“There’s also accidents that are completely out of your control. If there’s some case of food poisoning, then the snack bar will be closed next year. Your mistakes now will influence the future generations, and you’ll be cursed by your juniors.”

“Presi—No, Senpai, are you threatening me right now!?”

“You went around teasing me a lot as of late after all. Saying how erotic my chest was, or how lewd my nun unfirom was, so wouldn’t this be the perfect payback?”

“……!”

She’s pressing those lewd breasts on my arm…! Although they lose against Nui in terms of size, they’re roughly as big as Maka-sensei’s, and yet they were bursting with odd charm.

“I left behind my position as the student council president, and my future has practically been written in stone. Just as I said before, it’s time for me to be on the attack as well.”

“…I am fairly busy right now, so maybe you could hold off for a bit longer?”

“Sure, I don’t mind. The main goal of SID is not to make you suffer after all. However, now that it’s just the two of us, I thought I might as well use my change.”

“Ehhhh…But, Senpai, do you not realize that our skirt is flipped up quite a bit?”

“Wha…!?” In a panic, Karen-senpai looked downwards.

Up on the rooftop, her skirt swayed because of the passing breeze, revealing her nun-like white panties. How could panties be so simple, yet so erotic…

“Kuh, I won’t resort to seduction like this…! Then again, as a nun in training, I shouldn’t be doing that anyway.” Karen-senpai pressed down her skirt.

“I’ll put up with the seduction, so could you at least help the student council and committee a bit?”

“What do you mean ‘put up with’, huh! Only a month passed since I retired, and now you’re telling me to show up again!?”

“Whatever is fine, we just need some more manpower…”

“Saigi Makoto, when I was a first-year, I was busy with my studies, I didn’t have time to bother with the culture festival. In my second year, I was the student council president, so I had to deal with even more trouble than you right now, unable to even enjoy it. That’s why, I’ll fully enjoy my last culture festival! With full force!”

“So manly!?”

Damn it, I was hoping she’d throw away her pride to help her juniors, so that I could relax a bit…! Why won’t things ever go my way…

“I’d highly suggest you use your free lunch break to work some more as well.”

“…Not really, I’m not part of the student council or committee after all.”

Not to mention that I got the main role of the play, Saiderella.

“You really don’t get it ,Saigi Makoto. You always work around in the shadows as you please, but to think you’d get used likes this. Do you even have any self-direction or not, I do not know.”

“I’m just your average human being…”

The only reason I’m helping the student council is because family and friends are working there.

“How troublesome. Maybe I should just retreat and use Shiya-chan instead?”

“Do you not have any respect towards your seniors? Ah, right, talking about Shiya-senpai.”

“I-I’m sorry, did my stupid Sis do anything?!”

“No faith in your seniors either, huh! She’s not even your sister either!”

“She’s something similar. Isn’t Sekiya-san like a little sister to you, Senpai?”

“A little sister…Hmm…Well, everyone from the facility is like family to me, I guess.”

That reminds me, I haven’t seen Sekiya-san for quite some time. Maybe she’s busy with her work at Maka Papa’s cat cafe?

“Enough about Raiha! I saw Shiya-senpai walk through school yesterday, her eyes looking dead like a zombie.”

“…Shiya-chan did?”

That Onee-san who forced a university debut was doing that? I don’t think there’s any upcoming exams at her university, and the festival should be a bit further ahead.

“I don’t think she should have any reason to be busy…I wonder why?”

“I’ve been in her care before, so if she’s in any trouble, I would like to help her.”

“…Even if it’s related to the culture festival?”

“H-Hmpf, this is just to help Shiya-senpai! I’m not helping the student council!”

“My, what an easy-to-understand tsundere you are.”

Also, because you’re crossing your arms, your skirt is being lifted up again, Senpai. White panties, with frills, and a red ribbon on it. This really is too lewd…Then again, this isn’t the time to be enjoying the view. I wonder what’s going on with Shiya-chan. Also, why does this feel like I’m getting wrapped up in another problem…?

That being said, I rarely encounter Shiya-chan myself, as our work areas don’t overlap too much. What work was she doing anyway?

“Ahhhh…so tired…”

Shiya-chan came into the room, throwing her bag on the floor.

“Today was rough…Guess I’ll go take a bath and then head to sleep…”

“Welcome back, Shiya-chan.”

“I’m back, Mako. Right, I remember, I have to do that first before taking a bath…” She took off her overwear and cutsew, as her long skirt dropped to the floor.

What a bad habit, you gotta clean up after yourself some more. Maybe she’s the reason why Miharu never takes care of her own clothes? Both her bra and panties were red. Before, they looked fairly plain, but this type looks much more erotic, huh…Her breasts can’t compare against Nui or Maka-sensei, but they’re plenty big themselves. Honestly, I’ve known her for a long time, but when she strips like this in front of me, even I’ll be baffled.

“Um…where did I leave it again…I don’t remember at all.” Shiya-chan opened the closet inside her room, and searched through her clothes.

How do I say this, she’s keeping things messy, huh. She practically stuffed her clothes onto the clothes hangers. At the same time, she had her back towards me—openly showing me her butt. Not to mention that she was sticking it out because of her pose. Only that red fabric was covering her most important place…

“Ah, this might be it…Wait, Mako!? Why are you here?!”

“Late! I thought you didn’t even care I was there!”

“As if! You just didn’t stand out at all!”

I’m embarrassed myself, you know?

“Why are you in my room anyway? How did you get in here? When?”

“Auntie said that I should wait in your room.”

“Mamaaaaa!? I’m not some kindergartener, okay!”

…Well, they say that a child always stays young in the eyes of the parent. I mean, her mother herself thinks I’m still a young brat.

“J-Just wait a moment…Alright.” Shiya-chan took out a tanktop and short pants from the closet, quickly putting them on.

She’s not even chasing me out, huh.

“…So, what do you want, Mako? Since you’re here this late at night, it must be some emergency, right?”

“Not really. I was just wondering why I haven’t been meeting you at all as of late, despite you coming to the highschool division quite frequently.”

“That sure is vague…Are you plotting something?”

“How doubtful…Even though you regard me as a younger brother, you don’t have any trust in me, huh.”

“I really don’t want to be called doubtful by someone like you. Are you sulking because I didn’t pay any attention to you recently?”

“Not at all. But, you really seem busy. Looked like you were about to die just now. Aren’t you overworking yourself?”

“Mmmm…A bit, I guess.”

“………”

At the root of it all, Shiya-chan is fairly diligent, so it wouldn’t be weird if she’s running around like crazy to help with work. But, something’s off…

“What’s that look about, Mako. I’m taking proper rest at home, so I’m totally fine. Maybe we’re just not meeting at school because our work is different? I’m a university student after all.”

“…What were you doing again, Shiya-chan?”

“I’m the leader of the management for the Miss-Con. Honestly, it’s tough…”

“Ah, the Miss-Con. The university students are taking care of that?”

“That’s right. A few high school peeps are helping out, but it’s tradition that we take care of it.”

“Hmmm…”

It’s just some Miss-con, and we already know who’s going to take it.

“But, it seriously is tough. I might have to ask you to help out eventually. We’re lacking people, even from uni.”

“People from the university will come to help?”

Normally, the university and high school divisions don’t have anything to do with each other. Even though the campus is next to us, I barely even know anything.

“A fellow second-year and first-year. The third- and four-years are busy with searching for jobs or graduating. Well, not like we second-years have that much time either.”

“So the ones helping with the culture festival are only those who have time on their hands?”

“Hey now, we’re here to help, so no dissing. We all graduated from the highschool division, and most were in some way related to the student council or committee. I was a former vice-president, you know?”

“I see…So it’d be troublesome if all the delinquent university students came to a festival aimed at JKs.”

“I feel like you have a prejudice towards us, but…there’s the rumour of the highschool division doing a check. Though, most people coming are diligent and studying university students.”

“Ehh? People study at a university? I thought they’re all busy working part-time, getting drunk, or getting pregnant…?”

“How many more prejudices are you going to throw around!? There’s people taking university seriously, okay! I’ve been keeping up with my studies as well!”

“I mean, you were always diligent and serious about your university debut.”

“Enough about my debut already! Anyway, the people helping are all like this, so no badmouthing them~ Otherwise, I might have to play a prank on you.”

“Eh, what?”

Shiya-chan suddenly started grinning, giving me a really bad feeling about this.

“Mako, could you turn around for a second?”

“Sure.”

Since I was raised properly, I turned around at her demand. But, what is this pattern…it feels so oddly familiar…

“Alright Mako, you can turn around.” Just when I heard some ominous rustling sound behind me, Shiya-chan spoke up.

“Just what is going on now…Huh?!”

I knew it! This is what always happens in the preparation room with Maka-sensei!

“How is it? Still looks good, right?”

“W-Well…I guess.”

When I turned around, I was greeted by Shiya-chan again. However, this time it wasn’t the university debut Shiya-chan—but rather JK Shiya-chan. She wore the all-too-familiar Seikadai Highschool Division’s blazer, and a skirt that was almost too short now. She’s even wearing loose socks beneath that.

“Hm, isn’t this better than I thought? I might even be able to rival Karen-chan and Manasshii, right?”

“I-I think it’d be a close battle.”

The only reason she didn’t mention Miharu is probably can’t win against her in terms of cuteness.

“Ohh, cute, really cute. It still fits me size-wise as well. I can totally do this.” Shiya-chan observed herself in the mirror, twirling in circles.

“Should I take a picture then? Would be easier to look at in a picture and video, objectively and all that.”

“Ohhh, nice idea Mako! Go on, take it! Ah, with my phone! The triple-camera is the new standard nowadays!”

So she upgraded her phone to take good pictures of Maka-sensei in her swimsuit during the BBQ…I accepted her smartphone, and went on to take countless pictures and videos.

“Yay~ Hey, am I cute? I’m cute, right?” Shiya-chan showed pose after pose.

It’s rare to see her this energetic…She’s taking it a bit too far.

“Yeah yeah, you’re cute. I’m just thinking, isn’t that skirt a bit too short?”

“I keep it at knee length nowadays, but I’m used to this.”

Or so she says, but back in her JK days, she had braids as a hair style, and was equally annoying with school rules such as Karen-senpai right now.

“You were always like some violent king when we were children, but I guess you were just looking over me…”

“What are you remembering now? More importantly, give me the smartphone!”

I gave the phone back to her, to which she looked at the camera roll.

“Ohhh, this is better than I thought! I might even be able to win against Haru like this…?”

She’s standing on the summit of cuteness—in her head, at least. Not to mention that she doesn’t even think of Kuu as a rival. She doesn’t even know the dangers of a grade school girl.

“Anyway, can I get an explanation as to why you suddenly dressed up as JK Shiya-chan?”

“Ah, did I never tell you? It’s not that important, though.” She slightly lifted up her skirt, sticking her tongue out at me. “The members helping out are going to cosplay as part of a tradition. I thought about it a lot, but I decided on the school uniform~”

“So these loose socks are part of the cosplay as well?”

“They already died out during my time, but I’m already used to them. I figured that it’d work just fine if it’s with a cosplay.”

Well, it does look cute, I have to admit that.

“That’s great timing. If I bring you with me, all these idiotic boys will be willing to help in no time.”

“Are you using me as bait or something!?”

“I have to use whoever I can.”

“Don’t!?”

“But, to be a bit more serious, you really changed a lot, Shiya-chan.”

“Where did that come from?”

I opened up my own photo album, and looked at the (real) JK Shiya-chan. She had her hair braided, and knee-length skirt.

“That is some crazy before-after, you know. Maybe we could get more students if we showed a pamphlet of you, saying ‘Even she turned from a plain girl into a normie’, what do you think?”

“The situation would be getting worse! Don’t use my dark past as material for a pamphlet!”

“Tch, no good then? I feel like because I’ve been working for the sake of the school so much as of late, I try to find some benefit in whatever.”

“No need for that. Just make the culture festival as enjoyable as possible for everyone else.”

“…I’m trying, yeah. Not to mention that I’m Saiderella-chan for this festival…” My head started to hurt. “I think this might be the first time Shiya-chan, Miharu, and I are working together.”

“Well, we’re all in different student years, and Haru was never too motivated. It sure feels weird, now that you mention it.” Shiya-chan let out a snicker.

It felt like all her exhaustion just now was a joke. Almost like…it was just a lie.

“Shiya-chan, you actually don’t want to work for the culture festival, right?”

…Huh? Why did I say that just now?

“…I already started it after all, so I’ll go until the very end. If I slip out now, it’ll only make things worse for the committee.”

“Eh, you really dislike it that much?”

“Mako, why are you asking me after literally just saying it yourself? Honestly, I don’t ever want to see the culture festival.”

Did I…subconsciously step on a landmine?

“Mako, how did you know?”

“…I wonder. Subconsciously? It just felt like you were working too desperately. So my mouth just moved on its own?”

“Hmmm…I guess I underestimated your doubtfulness. I guess I should have avoided you more aggressively.”

“You were avoiding me?”

“You’re oddly sharp at times after all. If you found out that I actually disliked the culture festival, then you won’t be able to enjoy it yourself, right?”

“…You don’t need to worry about me.”

As always, she was being considerate of me, like a caretaking Onee-san. Shiya-chan looked at me, and let out a sigh.

“If I don’t look as ridiculous as this, then I can’t put up with it. During my highschool days, I was doing everything super seriously, and now I’m being forced to help with it again. I can’t say no if someone asks me for help.”

“Did something happen during the culture festival during your highschool days?”

“………”

Shiya-chan stayed quiet, and just sat on the bed. And, after a short silence—

“Hey, Mako. There’s one thing I’d like you to do.”

I’ve been living in this 8-floor flat ever since I was born. Right before the building is the convenience market, known as the Galaxy Markt. There, I always buy Miharu’s favorite sweets. Humming the familiar melody, I made my way towards that convenience store.

“Ah, there’s no ‘Mont Blanc ignoring the Seasons’ anymore…!” I was left shocked, as I stood in front of the sweets shelf.

I couldn’t find Miharu’s favorite sweets anywhere. They say that sweets out of season are even more delicious, but I guess that just had them get sold out like this. Can’t help it, I’ll just get something else for Miharu instead. That dear vice student council president is more busy than me after all, so I want to help her.

“Hm…?”

When I was paying at the register, I felt a cold shiver creep up my back. It’s October already, so I would understand that…but it’s fairly warm inside. I was slightly confused, but decided to ignore it and left the convenience store. I walked inside the lobby of the flat, heading towards the elevator—

“Who!?” I felt another shiver, and frantically turned around. “M-Maka-sensei!?”

“Seems like you visited Keimi-san’s home…Right when I looked away from you…” Maka-sensei hid herself in the shadow of a building, grinding on a strain of hair in her mouth.

What are you, some vengeful ghost!?

“S-Since when were you following me!?”

“When you left the Keimi Household with that weird face…”

“So from the very beginning…And, why didn’t you just call out to me?”

Why does she have so much energy even though it’s so late?

“I couldn’t help but worry about Saigi-kun leaving his girlfriend alone, and went to meet another girl…”

“Girlfriend teacher, you mean. Don’t just get a rank-up yourself.”

I really can’t relax for a single moment.

“Saigi-kun…During today’s lunch break, you were having a secret rendez-vous with Jinsho-san up on the rooftop, as well…There’s a limit to my tolerance, okay.”

“Tolerance!? You say that after practically stalking me!?”

“Now you’re going to save Keimi-san, and make her quit SID, right?”

“No, I wasn’t exactly working towards that…It’s just…”

As always, I had no conviction to follow. I thought I gave up on being wrapped up in trouble. But, looking at what Shiya-chan just told me. This is something out of my reach.

“Perfect timing. Maka-sensei, there’s one thing I’d like to talk about.”

“What is it?”

“I want to create—a fire storm at the culture festival.

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1 Originally in English

2 The Japanese word for ‘sewing’ here is being written with the same kanji Nui is written as.