Chapter 488

The Takanashi, after some persuasion, sat on Haihara 'Haihara lap and nestled in her arms.

This reminded Haihara of the past, when Kazama Kiriori would do the same thing openly when he came to her office.

Afterwards, she noticed that the little girl's hands were not very clean as she unbuttoned her shirt.

She looked at the girl's delicate and translucent fingers, as if they were sculpted, exquisite and lovely, with nails that shimmered with a beautiful fleshy pink hue.

Even though she usually had a slight fondness for Takanashi, she showed a slightly disgusted expression at this moment:

"What are you doing? Did you wash your hands?"

"My hand didn't touch the snacks."

When Takanashi, she is always very particular about these things, especially hygiene.

Haihara is one of them.

Right now, Haihara isn't quite sure what Takanashi is supposed to do.

Takanashi had no expression; she was concentrating on unbuttoning her clothes as she said:

"I just thought of a few questions. I'll ask them one by one, and you can answer them one by one. Maybe after you've answered them all, you'll understand a little better?"

She didn't specify what the problem was.

Takanashi and Haihara sometimes look very similar.

For example, being incomprehensible, extremely self-centered, and lacking facial expressions.

However, Haihara felt that Takanashi might be a little smarter and more clever than she was when she was a child.

Although it sounds absurd, the fact that Haihara seeks out Takanashi to listen to her troubles during work hours is already ridiculous enough.

She nodded gently, listening to the sound of the snow and wind, feeling the rhythm of the students playing outside the office, and watching the delicate girl sitting on her lap, unbuttoning her uniform.

The very first question was somewhat perplexing.

She heard the girl's flat and cold tone:

Do you like the student council president? Like a lover?

I already asked about this before.

Haihara previously evaded the question.

She certainly didn't intend to answer seriously; no one would want to answer this kind of question seriously.

But when she started thinking about the question, it was like being doused with cold water.

Which type of person I like is Kazama Kiriori?

After some time, no one knows what Haihara was thinking, but anyway, she answered—

"I do... like her, and it's not just my family who likes her."

"But I never considered her my lover."

This is the source of Haihara conflict.

She... truly couldn't imagine that she and that child would smoothly develop a romantic relationship.

Takanashi blinked.

She lowered her head, thought for a moment, and asked:

"Now, imagine if the student council president did this to you, wouldn't you hate it?"

At this moment, Takanashi had already unbuttoned all of Haihara's shirt.

Her firm, full, snow-white skin was exposed, and Haihara still remembered how she looked when she had covered it up during the day.

So, what should we do then?

She looked at the child in front of her, at the child's face as he undressed, and imagined how she would feel if that face belonged to Kazama Kiriori.

Will she feel disgusted by this?

Haihara thinks it's acceptable:

Not yet.

Takanashi reached into the white shirt again, around to Haihara's back, and deftly untied other things.

It didn't take long.

Haihara felt that the protective clothing had become less tight and was now just barely hanging on.

The Takanashi's hand, through the wide sleeve, gently traced the outline, as if wanting to hold it, and she whispered softly, almost whimperingly:

"You will do things that are more intense, more profound, and more blasphemous to each other then."

Will you be excited then?

This should have been the most complex and thought-provoking question, but Haihara didn't think about it this time.

After that, the woman tilted her head back, trying to avoid eye contact, revealing a complex and expressionless face.

Yes, Haihara knows.

Haihara knew perfectly well what she would be like then, which was why she felt so gloomy and uneasy about it.

She couldn't imagine what she would become in front of Kazama Kiriori.

The Q&A session is over.

I think I've figured it out a little, but I still don't quite understand.

However, she hadn't expected to figure it out so quickly.

"..."

Suddenly, Haihara realized that it would take some effort to put her upper body clothes back on.

As she looked down, she saw the blonde girl, just like Kuroki Yuka from a couple of days ago, and even more outrageously, her breasts throbbing against her chest.

Did this child lack maternal care and nutrition from a young age?

... It seems that's really true.

Haihara realized that she seemed to be in the wrong, and that the other party was simply demanding what she was entitled to.

But...

I'm not in the mood for that right now.

Her expression was gentle yet still indifferent.

The woman still didn't hold back, pinching Takanashi's cheeks with her hands and wantonly ravaging her fair and delicate face.

As she unbuttoned her shirt and swayed her arms, the garment, which had been undone from behind, fell to her lap.

All right.

Takanashi didn't think the other party would be interested in doing such a thing at a time like this, so he obediently surrendered.

"... Um, don't forget about me."

She whispered but clearly added a sentence to Haihara that seemed unrelated to the previous conversation.

"Um?"

Haihara didn't feel that this was an answer to herself.

However, occasionally, she really couldn't understand what this wildcat-like child was thinking.

What made this child suddenly say that?

Difficult to understand.

Afterwards, she felt that this time the girl didn't seem to be asking for any intimate physical contact; she simply brought her two excessively thin arms closer and gently embraced her.

"No matter what happens between you and the president, you're not allowed to abandon me."

"I also consider myself your daughter during the weekends, that's what you said yourself."

Besides that, I wish you happiness.

Takanashi's voice was soft and low, like the anxious whimper of a wildcat, lingering in Haihara's ear.

At first, Haihara wanted to say something, but then she saved her energy.

Well, this consultation... was actually quite useful.

Volume Four Does This Count as a Magical Girl??: Chapter 12 We'll Win

Sometimes the truth is worse than people imagine.

Haihara realizes that she might be worse than others think.

For some reason, even after seeking advice from several Problem Child, Haihara still didn't feel that her troubles had been resolved.

It is an obvious fact that, apart from seeking the opinions of younger girls, it is more reliable to get advice from other adults.

There are some things Haihara can't say to Takanashi and the others. Even though her image is bad enough in their eyes, Haihara still feels that image is better than the real her.

During PE class, Haihara had nothing to do, so she went to the principal's office and drank some of the principal's juice.

"..."

Haihara was lost in thought when she unknowingly finished another box of juice.

She squeezed the hollow juice carton.

The headmistress stroked Haihara's Haihara hair as if petting a large cat, gently caressing her ears hidden beneath the hair.

"So, you're still struggling with whether to accept or reject that child?"

Miss Liang asked naturally.

Before Ryo, Haihara the younger one.

For various obvious reasons, Haihara could not possibly consult Kougami this issue.

"Yes."

I'm sorry, Haihara a spineless woman.

She simply couldn't imagine herself naturally accepting her daughter's confession, and then their lives continuing in that way.

Ryo listened, picked up the teapot, and poured tea for Haihara and herself. She casually said—

"Honestly, if you had agreed to her, would it have made any difference to either of you or her now?"

"It seems like your way of getting along won't change?"

Lovers may live together and eventually become family.

Haihara Kazama Kiriori have been like that for a long time.

They hug, kiss, and occasionally their skin touches.

Well, we're no longer naive lovers.

For some reason, Haihara remained silent.

Liang thought about it and seemed to feel a little embarrassed to talk about it.

"If I had to say, it would be missing..."

Um... right?

At this point, Liang himself chuckled a little.

"It's indeed very difficult to get to that stage."

She shook her head.

The hot tea liquid in the teapot flowed into the teacup.

Haihara nodded and said---

"It's already been done."

Liang was somewhat surprised:

"It's already been done."