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92

Vrrrrrr— The sound of a motor hummed overhead.

Han Sua, holding a vacuum cleaner for the first time in her life, managed a faint smile.

“Phew….”

…How to use a vacuum cleaner.

She had looked it up before starting school, worried she might handle it awkwardly—never expecting it would come in handy like this.

“Glad I searched it up….”

Being her first time, she had been cautious, carefully maneuvering the vacuum for what had now been a full hour.

After tossing another clump of long hair into the trash, Sua glanced at Yozora, who was already dozing off on the sofa, curled up like a ball.

She roughly understood how she’d ended up playing maid for Yozora.

This weekend, Yozora had gone drinking with the school nurse.

She’d probably had a fun night.

They parted ways in good spirits.

And then—

Right at that moment.

The worst possible timing.

She had been the one to text Yozora.

So, in a daze, she’d been dragged here and was now cleaning diligently.

“Ugh….”

Sigh.

Yozora. Do you also get all happy when someone touches your tail?

I only came here to ask you that one thing…

But seeing Yozora melted into a puddle on the sofa, it seemed she’d have to save it for another time.

Sua undid the tight ponytail she’d tied up while cleaning, letting her hair fall loose.

Then, she gathered just the ends of her brown hair into a loose knot and headed toward the sofa where Yozora lay.

Even if Yozora was barely conscious, it was only proper to say goodbye before leaving—that’s what friends do.

Hell, people even greet cute little pets with a “How’ve you been?”—you can’t just ignore someone because they’ve turned into a drunken pancake.

“Yozora. I’m heading out.”

“Goin’…?”

“Yeah. Tomorrow’s a weekday, so stop drinking.”

“Whyyy…?”

Why?

Hadn’t she just explained?

Was she too drunk to hear?

But Yozora’s “Whyyy…?” wasn’t about that—it was about something earlier.

“Where goooin’…? Just got here….”

“Ah. I don’t think we can talk properly today.”

“Can dooo….”

She could’ve made up some excuse about being tired, but Sua, still lacking in social graces, blurted it out plainly.

Just then—

Yozora, who had been nuzzling her cheek against the sofa, suddenly sat up straight.

The red mark pressed into her cheek from the sofa faded as her dark hair cascaded down.

In its place, her half-lidded eyes revealed crimson pupils.

Those bewitchingly glowing red eyes locked onto Sua’s.

“3 plus 4 is 7.”

“…….”

“9 times 6 is 54.”

“…….”

“23 times 81 is 1,863….”

“…Y-Yeah, yeah. You’re fine. Our Yozora’s just fine….”

“Heh-heh… I’m fiiine….”

Well, beneath those eyes, what spilled out was the mumbling arithmetic of an elementary schooler.

Haa… First a maid, now a kindergarten teacher?

Good job, good job, Sua praised Yozora with an exaggerated smile, forcing the corners of her usually straight lips upward.

…The first two were right. But that last one—was it really 1,863?

She brushed off the fleeting curiosity.

Probably just a random number.

“Anyway……! Come closerrr….”

Then, Yozora—now sitting cross-legged on the sofa—patted the space in front of her.

Clearly, she meant for Sua to sit closer instead of standing so far away.

Somehow, it felt like being harassed by a drunk uncle…

…No, probably not. The one in front of her was just sweetly intoxicated Yozora.

Maybe she wants to talk about what we discussed over text?

Without much concern, Sua obliged.

“…Here. Go ahead.”

“Gotcha…….”

“…?!”

That expectation was instantly betrayed.

Because Yozora’s hands—sinister beyond words—lunged straight for Sua’s chest.

What the hell?

You told me to sit here, and now you’re grabbing my boobs?

Was this why you wanted me closer?

Before she could even scream, Sua could only blink rapidly in shock.

As soon as she regained her senses and tried to pull away, Yozora’s body tipped forward, arms still outstretched.

“Gweh….”

“Wh-What are you doing?! Out of nowhere?!”

“…Pffft… What else…? Wanted to squish your boobies….”

“I mean, yeah, that’s what you’re doing, but….”

What was she even supposed to say to this?

Call her shameless?

Honest?

Or just a straight-up pervert?

…Right.

Alcohol.

Alcohol is terrifying.

Given Yozora’s state, expecting any kind of mature, intellectual conversation was clearly a stretch.

At best, basic communication was the limit.

Hugging her own chest defensively, Sua scrambled to the opposite armrest in an instant.

As the ancestors said: If you encounter a mad dog, don’t fight bravely—evade wisely.

“Yozora, let’s just meet at the academy tomorrow—”

“Nooo, nooo… Where goin’…? I’m right heeere….”

But—

What do you do when the mad dog grins and chases after you?

“D-Don’t come any closer! Yozora, why are you so hellbent on groping my chest?! You’ve got big boobs too…!”

“Well, duh……. …Huh? Duh…? Wait… Why was that again…?”

“What kind of—”

“…Doesn’t matter, right…?”

“It does matter!”

“Mmm… Wanna touch….”

“Don’t!”

Trembling, Sua tried to draw a line with her foot to keep Yozora from advancing.

But despite her resistance, Yozora slowly stepped over it, reeking of alcohol.

This wasn’t working.

If this kept up, she’d definitely be sexually harassed and defiled by the utterly wasted Yozora.

To prevent her chest from being reduced to a squishy stress toy, half-hearted resistance wasn’t enough—she needed decisive action.

Namely: RUN.

No point sticking around a booze-soaked Yozora just to get molested. Better to meet after she sobers up!

“Sorry…!”

“Mmph….”

Sua hurled a sofa cushion at the crawling Yozora, then bolted like she was in a combat drill—ears and tail out for speed.

She had to at least make it out of the building before Yozora could follow.

Hesitating would risk getting caught.

At this point, even the elevator was dangerous.

The emergency stairs would be faster.

…Honestly, she doubted Yozora would chase that far, but better safe than sorry.

Steeling herself, Sua seized the moment while Yozora rubbed her face from the pillow hit—

And dashed for the door.

“……?”

—Only to freeze mid-escape.

Because standing right outside the door was a man.

Sua stared dumbfounded, mouth slightly agape.

Seo Woojin.

The academy’s nurse—and Yozora’s master—was standing there.

─Men like these, y’know… big boobs.

─Sure, some freaks are into tiny ones too.

─You like ‘em big, right? You freak? Last time, you were all over mine, like—

If pressed, he’d say he cared more about hips than chest—

But he roughly agreed.

─Then listen.

─What if noona gets Sua’s boobs all ready for you to go ham on?

Around this point, he’d pieced together what Yozora meant by “present.”

Her friendship with Han Sua wasn’t part of some grand scheme to make her fail school.

No—she wanted to teach Sua, step by step, all the bad things.

To mold her into a “present.”

And offer her to him.

─That kid only knows manga, so she’s suuuper naive, right?

─So I just gotta teach her right…

─She’s already got a dirty little mind, so today I’ll educate her…

Typos riddled her texts before they were deleted one by one.

Probably erasing things she thought she shouldn’t say yet.

…Too bad her intentions were already crystal clear. What an airhead.

Was this really the same nuisance who used to pester people nonstop?

Well, the drunk part was still the same.

But the real issue was the former.

Unlike before, her antics didn’t annoy him now.

Back then, every word grated on him—but now, even similar behavior just seemed… cute.

Guess first impressions really do matter.

Objectively, her actions weren’t any different from before her regression.

Yet just knowing Yozora’s true nature had changed everything.

Astonishing, really.

But the problem was—

“…….”

That “present” project Yozora had prepared (to earn his affection, presumably)—

Frankly, it wasn’t a gift he wanted.

Hmm.

─Oh, and when Sua comes over today, I’ll teach her how to masturbate first…

At one point, Yozora had casually brought up “teaching her how to masturbate.”

That was the part he disliked.

─First, the top 3 hottest rape doujins I’ve seen…

─Wait. Maybe just show her a video first. That’d be better.

This was just turning Han Sua into Yozora Mk. II.

[Seo Woojin]

─Don’t.

─I’ll handle it myself.

“It’s fun corrupting an innocent girl step by step—why are you stealing that from me, you crazy bitch?”

He couldn’t send that, so he kept it simple.

But even after 1 minute, then 5, no reply came.

The “1” next to the message had vanished the moment he sent it, so she’d definitely read it.

Well, obvious.

Either she’d passed out or Sua had arrived, leaving no time to text.

Meaning the naive, friendless Han Sua was probably—

Obediently going along with whatever her only friend, Yozora, told her to do.

“Haa….”

Why did she have to bother him with things he never asked for?

She should’ve just called him to the bookstore like last time if she wanted to put in effort.

With a deep sigh, he started getting dressed.

And then—

Time passed.

Now, he stood at Yozora’s door, face-to-face with Han Sua.

“…Teacher… No, Seo Woojin….”

Just one thing.

Wouldn’t it seem odd to Sua that a normal school nurse knew Yozora’s address?

A thought that only occurred to him now.

“…….”

“…….”

…For now, he could claim to live next door. Later, he’d pay off the actual 701 resident to vacate.

For a spur-of-the-moment plan, it was surprisingly clever.

As long as he didn’t run into the real neighbor, it’d work.

Just as he was about to speak—

“H-Hey, Woojiiiin….”

From behind the frozen Sua, Yozora staggered out.

And then—

She hugged him.

The same girl who usually sang “I hate you, I wanna kill you,”

Now blushing furiously, as if struck by something.

Unusually clingy.

Squeeze.

And of all times—

Right in front of Han Sua.

“Hee-hee… Woojiiiin… My Woojin with the huge cock….”

“…Y-You….”

“…….”

Fucked.