"Sawamura, Sparta, Goldie..." Utaha Kasumigaoka nodded. "I know..."
"It's Sawamura Eriri!"
"Yeah!" Utaha Kasumigaoka affirmed. "Sawamura Goldie..."
"Heh, hehehe..." Veins bulged on the little blonde's forehead. "Sawamura..."
"Goldie," Utaha Kasumigaoka finished for her.
"Utako Kasumi!" Eriri gritted her teeth.
"Does Goldie the underclassman have a problem with that?" Utaha Kasumigaoka said.
"Y-you bastard..." Sawamura Eriri held herself back. "U-Utaha Kasumigaoka, what do you mean by that?"
"Goldie the underclassman, didn't anyone teach you to be more respectful toward your seniors?" Utaha Kasumigaoka sneered. That bastard Sogo had actually—actually been paying attention to this girl...
If he hadn't been watching her regularly, how could he have grasped her art style so quickly? Even Mashiro couldn't do that, much less Sogo, whose style was clearly more like Daily Lives of High School Boys.
Damn it!
She would deal with this little blonde first, then settle the score with Sogo!
"Utaha Kasumigaoka!" The little blonde could no longer hold it in. Did they really think she had such a good temper? She was already irritated enough, yet Kasumigaoka was still provoking her. An uncle might be able to endure it, but an aunt absolutely could not.
"My, my..." Utaha Kasumigaoka felt wronged too. The big boar she had raised herself had set his sights on someone else's precious cabbage. Though this might have had nothing to do with Eriri, still, but...
As a qualified great detective, Yukino Yukinoshita silently observed everything. "..."
Utaha Kasumigaoka seemed flustered!
Was it because Doma and Eriri had similar art styles? EMMM...
That had to be it. People with the same art style probably had similar interests—but why would Kasumigaoka be flustered? Wait...
Could this busty woman have regarded the Service Club as her harem? Was that why, the moment Eriri showed even the slightest sign of interest,