"Eriri really is adorable today." Jiang Lianqiu offered an honest compliment.
As expected, Eriri let out a whimper like a young animal.
(Uwaaah! Aaaaaah!)
A sharp shriek erupted in the girl's mind, and she couldn't help recalling what she'd heard this morning, when her mother, Sawamura Sayuri, had pressed her down at the vanity and worked her magic with those skillful hands—
—Our adorable Eriri is now in high school and turned fifteen, isn't she? Just one more year before you can sign a marriage registration form, you know?
—Also, even though Lord Qiu hasn't reached the age yet, Eriri, you need to get a move on. Once you're in high school, there'll be way more girls than before frantically trying to snatch him away from you, right?
And so, because of one remark from Sawamura Sayuri, Eriri had somehow thought of that gloomy black-stockinged girl, Utaha Kasumigaoka, and with a firm resolve to 'absolutely protect the honor of a childhood friend! Absolutely see this through to the end!', she'd been dizzily dressed up by Sawamura Sayuri with a series of sly little touches.
"Pfft—"
Just as her head was spinning, Eriri suddenly heard Jiang Lianqiu's laughter.
Meeting his teasing gaze, how could Eriri not realize she'd been deliberately toyed with by this guy again?
"Y-You jerk!"
She grabbed her schoolbag and shoved it into Jiang Lianqiu's face. Just as the car pulled up smoothly in front of the school gate, Eriri flung the door open, jumped out, and charged forward with her head down. After a few steps, she slammed straight into someone's back.
"Ouch!"
A familiar cry of pain rang out.
Eriri stumbled back a step, rubbed her forehead, and looked up—only for her mood to sour even more.
"Why you!?"
Utaha Kasumigaoka turned around with a cold smile, squinting her wine-red eyes at this bristling golden kitten.
"And who do we have here? If it isn't that dowdy otaku from the other day—"
"Don't say it!" Terrified that Utaha might expose her secret otaku identity right here, Eriri lunged forward to cover her mouth.