When I, Who Had a Popular Nature, Was Reincarnated as a Mob in an Eroge Game, as I Expected, I Got All the Heroines to Be My Heroines
After school, the four of us headed for the student council office as the president had instructed.
Chinatsu was walking slowly with a look of realizing her fate, like a herbivore who hurt her leg while being chased by a lion, while Fuka and Mio were walking next to her, encouraging her.
In this way, I am relieved to see that they are somehow close.
…… But is the chairman so scary that she looks so hopeless?
It’s true that the president has a very intimidating appearance,……, but it’s not as if she’s a bad person
Even walking slowly, it didn’t take long to reach the student council room.
I knocked lightly on the impressive door that looked like a castle gate, and after hearing a “Come in” from inside, I pushed the door open.
“Hey, you’re here.”
As always (although if it had changed it would be surprising in itself), sitting in a particularly luxurious chair at the very back of the spacious student council room was a Yamato Nadeshiko with long black hair – Odamaki. President Odamaki raised her head from the desktop computer monitor which she had been operating until just before, and slid her gaze over to each of us in turn.
“Well, you may sit down. Today, there is a general affairs officer here. I’ll have her make you a cup of coffee. Komaki kun, please.”
As the chairman said this, a woman in a black-and-white apron dress appeared suddenly from behind a walnut bookcase.
Her dark green hair hung from a pure white mob cap, and her ageless looks were undoubtedly beautiful, with two mountains that pushed up her frilly bosom so assertively that the impression of her frivolous attire was blurred.
“Nice to meet you. My name is Tsurumaki Komaki, the student council’s general affairs officer.”
Introducing herself as Tsurumaki Komaki, she clasped both arms neatly in front of her body and used that as a pivot to bend her body at a 45-degree angle.
“Oh, h-h-thank you,” “Nice to meet you,” “Thank you for the politeness,” we replied. Naturally, as I bowed, my gaze shifted diagonally downward…
Oh, it’s …….big
Although my eyes were involuntarily drawn to the spectacular sight of someone better than Fuka and Mio, I endured it with my steely rationality
Well, I’ll say it now, since no one else is going to say it.
“……Why the maid uniform?”
The other three seemed to have the same impression, all nodded their heads and looked at Tsurumaki, but it was the chairman who replied.
“It is not a maid’s uniform. It’s a serving uniform.”
“Isn’t that the same ……?”
For some reason, I reflexively tsked at the chairman who said that with a smug look on her face, but she showed me a “tsk, tsk, tsk” by waving her index finger at the side of her face. I don’t really mind, but it’s pretty annoying when she actually does it, that’s for sure.
“The maid’s uniform is a white brim on her head. If you wear a mob cap, it’s a serving uniform. That’s my thing.”
“Haa”
I don’t care
“………… Well, it’s time to get down to business.”
“Oh, you mean from the reflection essay–”
“No.”
As I was replying, I was about to hand over Chinatsu’s letter of apology that she had originally planned to submit (it was in her bag, thank goodness), when the president stopped me.
While I – or rather, the four of us – were puzzled, the chairman made eye contact with Tsurumaki-san.
She nodded her head and disappeared behind the bookshelf where she had been until a few seconds later, quickly changed into her school uniform and left the student council room.
The president watched her, then looked at all of us in turn again, and eventually urged those of us who were still standing to the couch again.
After all four of us had sat down, the president rolled out a chair with wheels from the back, sat down in it, and gave a single cooing cough.
Then, in an unusually mysterious voice, she said slowly
“The future of the four of you, and my story.”
Maiasa