Happiness belonged to everyone else. All he got was aching knees and a philosophical appreciation for the universe and life.
The night passed without incident.
The next day.
Everyone got up and washed, but nobody went to eat breakfast. Chika took Moeha and hurried off, her pretty face flushed red.
"Huh? Sis, aren't you having breakfast?"
Fujiwara Moeha looked utterly innocent.
"I'm not!" Fujiwara Chika lowered her head. "I'm not hungry!"
Fujiwara Moeha:
"What game were you playing last night, Sis? How come you didn't come back all night?"
"T-The King's Game..."
Fujiwara Chika stammered, her pretty face turning red in spite of herself. No matter how uninhibited she was, thinking back on it now still made her feel terribly embarrassed.
But she couldn't blame anyone else.
In Chika's memory, she'd insisted on playing from beginning to end. Amamiya Natsuki had even asked her now and then if she wanted to stop, but she hadn't wanted to back out. So she could only blame herself and swallow the bitter pill.
"Take care on the way," Amamiya Natsuki called, waving. "Message me when you get home."
"Got it, senpai."
Fujiwara Moeha waved as Chika tugged her away.
Kitagawa Marin stood to the side, looking over with a resentful gaze. She spoke in a low voice:
"Happy now, Natsuki?"
Amamiya Natsuki looked at Marin, puzzled.
"You were having fun last night. Why are you mad now?"
"Hmph."
Kitagawa Marin gave a soft snort, folded her arms across her chest, and turned to leave.
Amamiya Natsuki: "..."
A girl's heart really was as unfathomable as the ocean. You'd come up with the King's Game last night, and now you were sulking... Wait, why did that sound familiar?
Could Marin have some kind of seriously weird fetish?
Switch the roles around and she'd clearly