After Transferring to a Correspondence High School, a Harem High School Life With Beautiful Girls for Some Reason Began.
I got into a weird mood with Shindo because of Hiyama.
If she hadn’t said something unnecessary, there wouldn’t have been any misunderstanding and this wouldn’t have happened. ……
[Well, I’m as big as Shindo-chan, but I don’t really care about the size of it.]
“Is that how it’s supposed to be?”
[Because breasts are just fat, right?]
“That may be true from a girl’s point of view.”
[Ah, but I know that Makito has a habit of looking at my breasts before my face.]
“I-I don’t look at them! I don’t have that habit!”
[No, you’re in too much of a hurry. I was joking, but…are you really looking at my breast? Makito]
“Ugh,…….”
In fact, I can’t strongly deny that I have had my eyes on them a few times. ……
I am already in the state of being a punching bag because Hiyama makes fun of me all she wants. Boil it or bake me, do whatever you want.
[Well, as I said earlier, I don’t care if people see my breasts, and I’m even more forgiving of Makito, so you can look at mine as much as you like, okay?]
“Ha….ha? W-w-wwhat are you talking about?!”
[Ahaha, what a reaction. Makito is seriously naughty.]
“Ugh…”
Calm down me. refute it.
I can’t just let things go like this…
[Ah, but I feel sorry for Shindo-chan if she continues to misunderstand, so I’ll clear up the misunderstanding for you. I enjoyed it.]
“Don’t have fun with that!”
[Mooou, Makito is too desperate. I was just teasing you a little.]
“You were making fun of me, not just a little, but a lot.”
[It’s just a charm. Shall we end the call today?]
“Y-Yeah, I guess so.”
For some reason, I had been on the phone with Hiyama since this morning, so I felt a bit sad when it ended so suddenly.
[I’m sure I’ll get a good score on the test, so please look forward to it, okay? Makito Sensei]
“Yes, yes. I hope you can go to the field trip”
Thus, the study session between me and Hiyama was finally over.
I think the chatting was longer than the study time. …… Well, that’s okay.