episode_0017
by adminMy dad gave me some advice when I was younger and more tender-hearted than I am now, and I still think back on that advice.
“There are two great principles in the world. First of all, ①: Nothing in this world will work out the way you want. ” My father said this. “②: If things seem to be going your way, remember principle ①.”
I wonder if that’s something I would say to my young daughter who has just entered high school, but she actually got kicked in the back by her mother… … Unfortunately, that statement has never been wrong.
Readers who have already seen the development up to the free part will naturally have realized that fact, and even now… … I am in desperate danger.
It’s time to introduce yourself like Assa’s natural enemy… … .
I was complacent as I believed that ‘if I just listen to the first lecture, immediately go up to the third floor and tell senior Virgilia that I want to become Yunior Soror, and ask for directions along the way, I can enjoy life at the academy and everything will be OK.’
Fortunately, when I am given a piece of paper asking me to name three friends, I can fill in the blank spaces. All you have to do is use Finn and two roommates.
If you include Ms. Ratsby, who is staring at me from the seat right behind me, looking at me carefully to see what number of friends she is, there will be four of us… … .
However, it is not a coincidence, nor is it because someone else approaches you, but whether or not you can approach others on your own is a separate issue.
If you think about it, our relationship with my roommates started when I sat down on Miss Edrose and then Miss Sammy broke down the door and came in.
Aside from that, I have long since forgotten how to become friends with others due to the long period of loneliness I spent in high school. … .
“Cough, Cough… … Please stand up from the seats in front of you and introduce yourself.”
Above all, it is impossible to speak in front of a crowd of more than 10 people… … !
“Are you at peace? My name is Mortoria Eraser Dragon! It’s an honor to study with such classy people at such a great academy, oh—hohohoho!”
While they were in agony, the demons in the front row stood up and began to introduce themselves. Each tone of speech was overflowing with elegance, culture, and formality. For a commoner like me, I feel a difference in culture that cannot be expressed in words… … .
By the way, if the first extra’s name is like that, what about the second? “Are you at peace? My name is Samsung Pay. ” As expected, it will appear like that.
In a situation like this, what would those black-and-white gyaru with squinty eyes do? I close my eyes tightly and think back to my high school days. The way he sat on my chair and chatted arbitrarily during break time.
Didn’t you say, ‘Wei─☆ everyone is doing their best~?😆✨ I, Penny Dickens✌️ call me Fenice😘 all the best🙏💞’?
Seriously, I think it would be better to die than to put that kind of talk into practice.
I can’t breathe. How do you introduce yourself in the first place? It’s as painful as when I write about a boring day where nothing happened in my loyalty and filial diary.
‘Hello, my name is Penny Dickens. thank you.’ What sentence should I put between ‘I am’ and ‘Thank you’? I have no idea.
In the end, I don’t have any weapons, such as being smart or very strong. I’m just a futanari born from the common people and hiding a hideous dick.
What could be more irresponsible than the advice to ‘be honest about yourself’? I know best that I am made up of things that should not be revealed and things that are not worth revealing.
No, first of all, instead of ‘Hello’, should I say ‘Are you okay?’… … . It’s frustrating, like you’re stuck in a difficult math problem. I wish I could live with being wrong.
I can’t figure out how to not be perceived as a weirdo. Even if I try to follow the self-introductions of the girls in front of me, I’m just afraid that I’ll end up like a stork following a stork.
Imagine an old-fashioned fish shop girl imitating ‘Are you okay?’ and laughing, ‘Oh—hohohohoot.’
It was eerily obvious that at that moment, everyone around me would turn to ridicule.
In high school, which was filled with experiences of isolation that pushed me to think like this, the only thing I learned was how to sigh quietly.
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Before I knew it, my turn had come to the row where I sat. It was the turn of the young lady, who had straightened her back and looked at the church despite the coughing sound that seemed to be draining her soul, to stand up.
The young lady’s seat looked like it was wrapped in something that looked like a slightly shiny brown fur, so I thought, ‘Wow, that seat has a very unique chair,’ or ‘Is there a coat hanging on it?’, but that wasn’t the case.
“Are you at peace?” A voice that could be described as loud or even loud rang out.
At that moment, it seemed to me that the chair suddenly rose up, and the chair in front where the sheep was sitting wriggled and stood up as if the fur itself, rather than being wrapped in fur, was alive.
And, the tail that was hidden from view by the head of the student sitting right in front of me flickered.
“My name is Juliet Gloucester. I like growing plants.”
As soon as I hear the voice, a clear wave sweeps through my ears, as if a temple bell has rung in my head. Even compared to other elegant ladies, the atmosphere is quite different.
If we say that the young ladies who introduced themselves up to this point were showing off their ‘elegance created after thorough training’… … It feels like Miss Juliet is claiming, ‘I was just born this way.’
The closest type to find is Miss Sammy, a natural-looking girl, but Miss Juliet does not even have Sammy’s unique cute immaturity and foolishness.
Peony when sitting, peony when standing. His smiling face is like moonlight and his voice is like an oriole.
But the lower body… ‘right… … ‘Umapyoi!’ The girl’s upper body extends where the horse’s neck should be.
The Monmusu we’ve encountered so far have at least a vaguely human appearance… … ! My eyes quickly glanced around. Is there something I’ve missed so far?
Sure enough, all around me was Shinigami-chan, who had the lower half of his body as a snake from the waist down… … No, I saw quite a few Lamia. The next thing I noticed were mermaids with fish legs.
How did I swim to the classroom… … At the moment I was thinking this, I finally learned the purpose of the waterway that extended everywhere in the hallway.
There was also a student at the back of the class who had an insect’s abdomen sticking out from under his legs or whose lower body had the body of a giant spider. I almost got goosebumps, but I barely held back because the moment I got goosebumps, it was species discrimination.
Why am I only noticing this now? It’s probably because I was born with a huge futanari dick, and from a young age I developed the habit of consciously not looking below the waist.
But nothing had as much of a shock as the centaur girl whose lower body was shaped like a horse.
“My favorite plant is the Japanese jacaranda, which grew wild on Earth and was transplanted to my family’s manor… … . Hehehe. Please take care of me in the future.”
… … Oh no. I was so influenced by the Centaur Lady that my mind went blank. Meanwhile, the turn was just around the corner.
It would have been nice to at least see Miss Sammy or Miss Ratsby introduce themselves first. Why am I the first out of three? I thought I sat far enough back… … !
At that time, I felt a soft, soft touch poking my shoulder from behind.
When I turned around, Miss Ratsby’s finger, who had been waiting behind my shoulder, dug into my cheek. “Penny, are you nervous?”
“Miss Ratsby… … !”
“Sorry, sorry. I took a quick look and saw that he looked upset, as if he had swallowed five hairballs. If I had an upset stomach, I was going to call an ambulance.”
“Ah… … no! I didn’t have an upset stomach!”
“Really? Then you’re shaking.”
“… … Ugh.” I’m weak to this kind of speaking style that pushes things forward without seeing through everything. “Well, I don’t have a bright personality like Miss Ratsby… … Introducing myself means I’m bad at it.”
“What’s wrong with being sick? Just do it.”
“Penny Kitten, I now know why Penny Kitten is shaking. Shall I tell you? There is one price to pay.”
“… … What is it?”
“No respectful language.” Vertically slit eyes shine mischievously. “I’ll lend you a cat’s hand if you swear by my whiskers.”
… … I don’t know if it’s someone like Sammy who broke down the door and embarrassed me from the beginning, or someone whose identity is unknown like Miss Edrose, but I know that it’s basically an honorific when I meet someone as an adult… … .
“You don’t like it?” Hold out a blunt finger with a protruding meatball and tilt your head to look.
But what cannot be resisted is the power of the Cat’s Eye Stone. I manage to change the ending to ‘da’. “Ah, I understand… … . I swear.”
“Puhup! Nyahahahahahahahahahahaha! What is that?” Miss Ratsby shook her shoulders as if she was about to burst into laughter. I looked at the teacher’s table in confusion, but no one seemed to care.
I’m sure Professor Rolande isn’t afraid of Miss Ratsby because she’s a little mouse… … . Hey, probably not.
“Nyahaha… … . Thank you, it made me laugh.” Miss Ratsby said, wiping away tears. “I’ll let you know. Penny Cat takes self-introduction too seriously.”
The new student sitting right in front of me finished saying hello and sat down. I value self-introduction… … ? It is not immediately understandable through words alone.
“This is the characteristic of timid people. Believing that the first impression must be perfect, the introduction must be perfect, or else everything, including your future life, will fall apart.”
A voice speaking quietly tickles my ears. “But that’s the same as trying to build a house by pouring molten iron into a mold. In fact, an image has to be created by building bricks from the ground up.”
“Next… … Self-introduction, call, call.”
“Advice like ‘show your honest self’ is useless, Penny Nyang. However, it is usually unreasonable to pretend to be something that you do not have.”
As my turn approached, Miss Ratsby continued speaking very quickly. “There comes a moment when the person I’m sitting across from is ridiculously amazing, and I feel infinitely small. In that case… … Think of the “8 mile technique”.”
“「8 mile technique」… … ?”
“Remember what Eminem said when he shook off Papa Dog. ‘Fuck the beat, I’m going a cappella’.”
When I heard the innocent Miss Ratsby say the word ‘fuck’, my hair stood up in surprise. That would also be a purified version of the word ‘fuck you.’
It is difficult to guess where Miss Ratsby comes from, as she likes adventure novels, cosmetics, and fashion magazines, but I have never seen her quote Eminem movies in everyday conversation.
Let alone the fact that I’ve never seen a noble lady in the first place… … . So does that mean Miss Ratsby comes from a small family like Finn and me?
Take a deep breath. This time, I breathe much more comfortably. If someone were to put a trumpet in my hands right now, I would be able to raise it up to 3 octaves. It’s such a refreshing breath.
I’m not saying that I feel reassured that there are more ordinary people like me in my class. On the contrary, if it were normal, I would have criticized myself even more while looking at Ms. Ratsby, who was much more relaxed than me.
But, like now… … If I have a friend who has my back and trust me, it’s not polite to wander around crouching!
“Pyeong, are you at peace…? … !”
I got up and kicked the chair. The moment a loud sound is about to come from the chair, Miss Ratsby puts her foot on the leg of the chair and completely mutes it.
“I… … ! My name is Penelope Dickens. Please call me Penny… … ! Even though I am a human from a different Earth than you, and my family is not great… … . I run an ordinary fish shop, so… … I’m so nervous that I’m wondering if I can take classes in the same classroom as you.”
A tremor rises deep in my throat, but I don’t stop speaking. Just as a speeding wheel never stops, the well of words driven by courage is pumping up to the deepest and most honest part of my soul.
“But… … Rather, because of that, I feel and learn a lot from people who are greater than me… … I’m looking forward to filling my days with a variety of experiences I couldn’t even dream of! I’m not good enough, but please take care of me… … !!”
As with all self-introductions before me so far, there were no cheers or whistles. Instead, only small applause filled the air in the classroom.
… … However, the eyes of the girls looking at me were completely foreign and did not look like they were looking at an unfamiliar commoner.
It was no different from what I felt while looking at girls of different races, a look mixed with a bit of wonder and anticipation about human beings.
Also, there was someone slightly in front who smiled wider than anyone else and clapped as hard as he could. Miss Sammy.
My heart swelled with relief. It’s not a feeling of relief that I’ve successfully introduced myself, but rather a feeling of relief that I’ve gained such precious friends.
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