Who smells strong?!
What exactly are you implying?
After hearing Kamijou Mutsuki's "stocking review," Sakiko-sensei, hiding inside the wardrobe, instantly overheated.
She washed her feet every single day, thank you very much! How could there possibly be any smell?
That's slander!
"I'll work harder!"
Of course, Sakiko's inner turmoil went completely unnoticed. After hearing Mutsuki's evaluation, Mutsumi instead responded with complete seriousness.
Work harder at what?!
Putting effort into everything will only ruin you!
Listening to the two of them, Sakiko could only scream internally.
She was now seriously suspecting that her childhood friend had been led astray by that scoundrel Kamijou Mutsuki.
"Anyway, you should take these back, Mutsumi."
Considering that Tomori and Sakiko-sensei were still crammed inside the wardrobe, Mutsuki ultimately decided to return the stockings.
Of course, even if they weren't there, he truly had no particular interest in stockings.
What would he even do with them? Use them to squeeze lemons?
"…Mm."
Having her gift returned, Mutsumi looked slightly dejected.
"If there's nothing else, you should head back and rest."
After all, Sakiko and Tomori were still in the closet. It wouldn't be good if they suffocated in there.
"It's getting late."
"I still have… another thank-you gift."
However, at his words, Mutsumi shook her head.
"There's more?"
Was he about to unlock two CGs in one night?
Under Mutsuki's puzzled gaze, Mutsumi's cheeks flushed even redder.
Compared to before, she seemed far more conflicted this time.
But just as Mutsuki wondered what she might give him next, the girl finally made up her mind.
"Mm…"
Compared to the previous "shocking" gesture, this gift was simple and direct.
Just a perfectly ordinary kiss.
But unlike Tomori's earlier peck that barely brushed his lips, this was a real kiss.
Though it was only their lips touching, Mutsuki could clearly feel the girl's sweetness and softness—like a piece of fruit candy melting against him.
Compared to his own childhood friend…
Oh. Right.
He'd never actually kissed his childhood friend before.
At that very moment, somewhere else, a certain blue-haired idiot inexplicably felt her head grow a little heavy.
"Mutsuki…"
Since it was her first time, Mutsumi had absolutely no technique to speak of.
Only when she was starting to run out of breath did she finally pull away from Kamijou Mutsuki.
"My… was it more comfortable than Tomori's?"
Her face was still flushed an unnatural red from the kiss, but she couldn't help asking anyway.
Wait, you're still hung up on that?
Was Mutsumi really this jealous?
Besides, he hadn't actually kissed Tomori for real—so how was he supposed to compare?
"Sorry, it was too short. I couldn't really tell."
But how could a trick question like this possibly stump Kamijou Mutsuki?
"Let me keep evaluating."
Woman, you're playing with fire.
Having been reborn once already, Kamijou Mutsuki firmly believed in seizing the day.
After all, if he'd lived one way before transmigrating and then lived exactly the same afterward, wouldn't that make the whole thing pointless?
Aside from special cases like Tomori, he generally didn't bother restraining his desires.
As for Sakiko-sensei in the wardrobe…
As long as he wasn't embarrassed, the embarrassed one would be someone else.
Anyway, as long as he didn't go too far, he trusted in his iron will.
Mutsuki might have trusted his own willpower—but Sakiko-sensei absolutely did not.
Why are they kissing again?
The first time was one thing—Mutsumi had initiated it.
Engaged couples kissing and hugging? That's normal.
But why are they doing it again?
Did Kamijou Mutsuki forget that she and Tomori were still inside the wardrobe?!
Sakiko fumed internally, yet there was nothing she could do.
If she stepped out now, things would truly become impossible to explain.
So she could only stay hidden in the wardrobe, forced to watch her childhood friend be embraced and kissed at someone else's whim.
Seeing Mutsumi held in Mutsuki's arms, kissed without restraint, Sakiko couldn't even describe what she was feeling—just a sour, bitter tightness in her chest.
Most infuriating of all, Mutsumi showed no intention of resisting. If anything, she had been the one to start it.
Sakiko couldn't help recalling the Mutsumi in her memories—distant and doll-like, almost untouched by the mundane world. The contrast with the girl before her was jarring.
Damn it, be gentler—don't hurt Mutsumi!
And why are you using your tongue?!
By now, Sakiko-sensei was completely absorbed in the scene unfolding in the bedroom, failing to notice that beside her, Tomori's gaze had already begun to grow hazy.
So this was the proper way to kiss?
New knowledge acquired!
But… why did her body feel a little strange?
Tingly… numb…
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Kamijou Mutsuki's movements were becoming increasingly bold.
Hey—kissing is one thing, but why is your hand inside her clothes?!
Sakiko-sensei, who had been watching in a daze, finally sensed that things were heading somewhere dangerous.
Was Kamijou Mutsuki seriously planning to research the great subject of human reproduction right in front of her?
As a former young lady of high upbringing, Sakiko was purer than most people her age. She only had textbook-level knowledge about such matters—she hadn't even watched any questionable videos or comics.
And now a live-action version was about to unfold before her very eyes—starring her childhood friend. Her other half.
How was she supposed to handle that?!
Of course, it wasn't quite as outrageous as she feared. While Mutsuki didn't particularly restrain his desires, he wasn't that reckless either.
Not to mention Sakiko and Tomori were still in the wardrobe. There was no way he would actually go that far.
He was just… touching a little. Nothing more. (Seriously.)
But by now, Sakiko's brain was already overloaded from watching what felt like a live broadcast. Seeing Mutsuki seemingly about to escalate further, she finally snapped.
"Stop it—let go of Mutsumi!"
Sakiko-sensei yanked Tomori with her as she burst out of the wardrobe, determined to prevent any further developments.
However, the moment Sakiko and Tomori emerged, the previously dazed Mutsumi jolted in shock.
Why are Sakiko-sensei and Tomori coming out of the wardrobe?!
Wait—why were you two hiding in my fiancé's wardrobe in the first place?!
"And you're still kissing?!"
Since she was already exposed, Sakiko had no more reservations.
She unleashed all the emotions she'd bottled up in the wardrobe, trying to physically separate Mutsuki and Mutsumi.
"Hey, do you know where Tomori is?"
At that exact moment, the bedroom door was knocked on again, and Rikki's urgent voice came from outside.
"I noticed Tomori isn't in her room—I can't find her anywhere!"
In truth, after hearing Sakiko's shout, Mutsuki and Mutsumi had already lost any intention of continuing, so Sakiko managed to separate them easily.
But Rikki's voice rang out at the worst possible timing.
Already flustered and lightheaded, Sakiko's foot slipped—and she fell straight toward Mutsuki.
Instinctively, Mutsuki caught her.
But in doing so, their faces pressed directly together.
Mutsumi: ?
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