A Virgin Civil Servant Is Reincarnated as a Trashy Character in a Otome Game, but Because He Doesn’t Make a Move Despite Being in an Otome Game, the Girls Treat Him Like a High-Class Catch and Aggressively Pursue Him
“Elliott sama? If you don’t wake up… I’ll kiss you.”
I heard that voice. I thought it was a dream. But I felt like my eyelids were about to open. As soon as I thought that, my right arm woke up.
I felt a pleasant sensation from something soft in front of me. I rubbed it once, twice, with my palm. I heard a high-pitched, sexy voice in front of me.
“Elliott sama. That will cost you dearly.”
“…Uh, huh?”
“It’s about time for us to switch places, isn’t it?”
At the same time as that voice, I woke up. That’s because I felt a chill. I was being attacked.
“Mary… Good morning.”
“Fufufu. Good morning.”
“Did I do something?”
I ask Mary to confirm the faint sensation of her hand, but she just smiles and doesn’t answer.
“If I did something to upset you, I apologize. So could you stop looking at me like a hunter?”
“Well, even if you say that…”
It seems I can’t escape her gaze. Feeling like a ram being stared at by a wolf, I picked up my school bag to escape from this situation.
“Elliott sama, are you leaving? I’ll go with you.”
“Wait, isn’t it a bad idea for me and Mary to be seen together because we stand out?”
When I said that, Mary smiled. She clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, as if she had made a decision.
“It’s okay. I’ll do my best.”
I didn’t understand the meaning of her words at the time, but she would explain it to me on the way home. Her determination and the danger to my life.
“Then let’s go home together.”
I stood up from my seat as she said. At the same time, Mary took my hand. The feeling of her warm hand was sent directly to my brain as information.
“Mary, what are you doing?”
“Hmm, security.”
“I’m not a child.”
“Are you sure? Your face is bright red.”
Mary teased me with a mischievous smile about the redness on my face. Indeed, I was nervous. In my previous life, the only time I had held a girl’s hand was during roll call in kindergarten. Because of that, my heart was racing.
“But you’re the same, Mary.”
When I said that, she looked away from me. She was embarrassed, but she still didn’t let go of my hand.
“It’s my first time. Holding hands with a guy… Of course I’m going to blush…”
Mary muttered like a child. This atmosphere was completely different from her usual maid persona, and I was simply struck by the gap between the two.
However, if we kept holding hands, someone might misunderstand if we encountered someone else, so I decided to ask her to let go.
“Mary, if someone sees us like this, they might misunderstand. Can you let go?”
“…No.”
“Why?”
“Because… I was worried!”
She pleaded tearfully.