Following the humiliating experience at the Breakdance Club, Nishino immersed himself in dance practice.

Every single day, as soon as classes were over, he would head straight back to Rose's house and practice in front of the hallway mirror, without looking back. Despite Rose's repeated recommendations to join the Language Club, the futsumen's heart was deeply immersed in breakdancing.

For instance, in the mornings, he used to sleep in until the last minute. But since he began practicing dance, he initiated early morning marathons. Additionally, after dinner, there's even weight training. He's the kind of average guy who could do almost anything with his supernatural ability, but when it came to dance, it appeared he had chosen to rely solely on his own body.

As a result, his blonde Lolita roommate is the one left in bewilderment.

"Nishino-kun, it's about tonight's dinner..."

"Ah, about that, could you get some protein for me? It seems that drinking it after muscle training is effective. It doesn't have to be expensive, so can you please do it?"

In the usual manner, the futsumen greeted the landlord in the entrance hall.

As always, he's practicing with a strange posture in the process.

"......"

Being popular with the ladies from the beginning may be a dubious goal for this futsumen.

Still, Rose can't help but start to feel anxious about this.

To her, the happier she is when Nishino is more vulnerable. Her ideal is to provide for his basic needs, including clothing, food, and shelter, as well as to control his interactions with others, which she sees as the ultimate expression of love for Nishino.

From her perspective, the notion of him turning into a muscular guy with visible six-pack abs is an extremely regrettable event. If, by any chance, a day arrives when the opposite sex starts paying attention to him in such a way, it would be a gut-wrenching feeling for her. Therefore, it was an outcome that absolutely had to be prevented.

"I've heard that pushing yourself too hard might cause your muscles to break down."

"Is that so?"

"It's called rhabdomyolysis. For someone as skinny as you suddenly doing exercise..."

"I get it. Then I'll talk to the school infirmary nurse as early as tomorrow."

"......"

However, he has no way of knowing her intentions.

Nishino was irritatingly optimistic.

He's an uncontrollable futsumen at this point.

"By the way, how are things in the Language Club? I assume you joined it?"

Nishino subtly brings up topics with Rose.

Perhaps due to finding something to be passionate about each day, his mood is somewhat better compared to his usual self. As a result, over the past few days, he has shown plenty of consideration in conversations with Rose. While this in itself is a delightful development, the blonde Lolita remains dissatisfied.

"I quit."

"You quit?"

"Because it's boring, you see."

"......"

If Nishino doesn't join, Rose sees no value in it. Since her initial visit on the first day, she never set foot there again and had already completed her withdrawal procedures. What she is currently focused on is, of course, the Breakdance Club.

Regarding Nishino's reckless assault incident, that news has also already reached her.

"Well, go ahead and do as you like. Your life is yours."

"There's no need to be told. I'll do it that way."

Rose's long-awaited cohabitation life—when it finally started, turned out to be like this every day.

The blonde Lolita had a head full of concerns about things that didn't quite make sense.

On a certain day, there was a student who called out to Nishino after school.

"Hey, Nishino, do you have a moment?"

It's Takeuchi-kun, the handsome student who holds the top position in the class.

As the bell signaling the end of the school day rang, he headed towards Nishino's desk.

"What?"

"I want to talk for a bit. Lend me your face."

Murmuring briefly, he tilted his chin upward.

The message appears to be an instruction to head to the rooftop.

Nishino, who wanted to return home and start practicing dance immediately, hesitated to refuse the request from the class leader in front of classmates. He believed it wouldn't take too long, so he nodded in agreement based on past experiences.

"Aa. I understand."

He left the classroom as he was urged.

The classmates who happened to be present watched the two, who had recently been engaging in conversations more frequently, and were now paying attention to what might happen next. However, none of the students present were eager to intrude and inquire about the situation.

With their attention focused, everyone observed the two leaving the classroom.

As for the ones being watched over, they moved to the rooftop in silence.

Making their way up the staircase to the highest level.

As Nishino, who was coming after, closed the door of the cramped stairwell, the rooftop floor became their private space. A gust of chilly winter wind cooled their bodies, which had recently transitioned into winter attire. The climate, which had allowed them to wear short sleeves just a month ago, now brought a familiar coldness.

"......Nishino."

There were no signs of anyone else on the rooftop.

Standing at the center, Takeuchi-kun turned to address the futsumen.

Nishino's attitude in responding remains unchanged from before.

"What's up, Takeuchi-kun?"

"There's something I absolutely need to confirm with you, Nishino."

They stand facing each other directly.

Called to the rooftop by his classmate, they were now alone. The expression directed at him seemed somewhat tense, evoking a sense of nervousness. Such a situation triggered Nishino's cynical side, and the words he naturally returned took on a pretentious tone.

"Fine. I don't mind answering any questions. Just go ahead and ask."

"That's it, that attitude, Nishino! It always gets on my nerves...!"

Thanks to that, Takeuchi-kun's patience reached its limit right away.

For several days after returning home, he carried a sense of unease within his chest. The person he had once looked down upon was now getting along well with a woman he himself couldn't even reach. The reality of this fact had deeply wounded his pride.

He also understands that complaining to Nishino is a mistake.

Yet, Takeuchi-kun couldn't stop himself from grumbling.

"When we were confronted by the Yakuza in the entertainment district, I was completely terrified. How could you stay so calm? The same thing happened during the school festival. They had been treating you unfairly, yet you returned the stolen earnings with your own wallet. Were you trying to show off?"

"......"

"And finally, the last week's trip. In the destination we deliberately headed to, you were getting involved with that woman and Rose-chan. Was it a deliberate provocation against me? Say it! If you have something to say, say it to my face right here!!"

It's somewhat of a paranoid-sounding statement.

However, considering Takeuchi-kun's situation, the series of complaints were justifiable. Recently, there have been exceedingly unnatural occurrences happening around him. Unfortunately, Nishino has no particular motives behind this.

To put it bluntly, it was Rose who was scheming behind the scenes.

Hence, Nishino ponders. Thinking about his future school life, becoming estranged from Takeuchi-kun at this point would be all harm and no benefit. Even though he lacks social awareness, he could understand what the other person might be dissatisfied with.

At the same time, deep within, it's a deeply regrettable story even for the futsumen.

"Let me first say this: that woman is the sister of my guardian."

What he uttered there was a run-of-the-mill lie.

However, Nishino's facial appearance was remarkably ordinary, while on the other hand, the female counterpart's appearance was exceptionally outstanding. Due to this contrast, the information conveyed resonated more directly with Takeuchi-kun's thoughts than he had initially imagined.

"Aren't your parents Japanese?"

"Foster parents."

"......"

Suddenly, what crossed to Takeuchi-kun's mind was Nishino's home, which he had visited once. It was an apartment clearly intended for singles, without a doubt. Furthermore, it could even be described as a run-down apartment meant for low-income individuals. Unless there were some family circumstances, one wouldn't end up in such a situation.

"...Come to think of it, Nishino lived alone."

"Yeah. That's why there's nothing at all like what Takeuchi-kun is thinking."

"Even so, she was quite young, wasn't she? Her skin was beautiful, too."

"That's her attempt to appear younger. Her real age is almost forty."

"...Seriously?"

"Seriously."

Francisca's reputation was getting tarnished by Nishino without hesitation.

His conscience has not been damaged in any way, given the circumstances that led to this point. By the way, Francisca's actual age is in the mid-twenties. In the organization she belongs to, she's the highest achiever in the same age category.

"But, that kiss back then..."

"That woman's flight was approaching. There was no time to explain the situation. She told me just the other day that if she had been five minutes late, she would have missed her flight. The commute to the airport also appeared to be tough."

"...Hmm?"

That's a rather lame excuse.

Hence, Nishino swiftly changed the subject and continued speaking.

"As for the matter with the yakuza, isn't it natural to become desperate for the sake of the woman you love? Every human being, when it comes to something precious, can sprint forward with all their might, regardless of what stands in their way. For me, that moment was just one of those times."

While he talks all high and mighty, in the end, he's just a futsumen who got outwitted by Takeuchi-kun and had Matsuura-san taken away. As for the one who did the stealing—well, with Nishino acting like this, it didn't even satisfy his ego, and he's already planning to dump her in the near future.

"Were you that fond of her? A woman like that?"

"That's right."

"Among all the women I've dated, I've never met a woman as promiscuous as her, you know?"

"Takeuchi-kun, let's not say anything more bad about her."

"...My bad."

"No, now that I recall, we had this kind of conversation before, didn't we? Now we're even, huh?"

Nishino thought back to when he had labeled Rose as "That woman."

Back then, Takeuchi-kun had taken offense to that. Now, he's a futsumen who's filled with remorse for what he did. Of course, he doesn't know that from Takeuchi-kun's point of view, he simply didn't like being underestimated by this average-looking guy.

"'Even'? What are you talking about?"

"Don't worry about it, if you don't remember. There's no reason to bring it back and feel uncomfortable."

"The way you talk is already making me uncomfortable."

"I did a bad thing, I guess."

"!"

Nishino accurately hitting Takeuchi-kun's nerve.

So, as a result of feeling provoked by this, Takeuchi-kun speaks loudly.

"Nishino, let me say this."

"What is it?"

"I won't completely give up on Rose-chan, you understand?"

It was an unusual manner of speech for Takeuchi-kun.

In the beginning, there was no need to make a statement about it.

But right now, Takeuchi-kun conveyed it to Nishino.

It was that moment when the former's attitude toward the latter shifted slightly.

"......"

At the same time, the futsumen has no clue that it's taken such a turn.

He reflexively started to open his mouth, but hastily swallowed the words that had reached the tip of his tongue, saying, "Do as you please." Thanks to past experiences of interaction, even this dull futsumen were slowly learning how to answer in a way that would not displease the other person.

In addition, he also feels a sense of guilt for causing inconvenience during the graduation trip.

That's when he made up his mind to boost Takeuchi-kun's spirits.

He decided that he should be considerate in order to ensure that they return to the classroom in a good mood.

"I know. Takeuchi-kun is my ideal, after all."

"Ah? If you say that again, I'm going to punch you."

"......"

In any circumstance, he is a futsumen who frequently experiences disapproval.

On the same day, as soon as Nishino returned home, he enthusiastically began practicing his dance moves.

Though it's only been a few days since he started, it's already becoming a habit for him. Looking back, he was just an ordinary guy with no particular hobbies. It might be the enthusiasm that comes from finally finding something to be passionate about, even after passing his mid-teens.

Because of this, some noticeable results are already visible.

"......I did it."

Speaking of what he accomplished, it's a windmill.

Of course, the result is very unrefined. Moreover, it's only after completing two rotations. However, his feet moved just as he had imagined, spinning like the image of breakdancing he had in mind, going "boom-boom."

At the end, his center of gravity shifted, causing his body to move, and he ended up colliding his foot with the wall, resulting in a tumble. His heel took a hard blow, and pain surged through his entire body. However, he was so overjoyed by the first-ever experience of success in dance that not even that sensation bothered him.

"I need to make this success a sure thing."

As if he's caught onto something, he wastes no time and goes back to practice.

While he was in such fantastic form, a voice called out from somewhere else.

"...Hey, could you please stop practicing in the entrance?"

It is Rose, who has just emerged beyond the front door.

She seems to have returned home from school.

"You've returned already, huh? That was fast. You should relax in the living room."

Without a care, Nishino lays his back on the floor and begins swinging his legs widely once more.

To become proficient at spinning cleanly, the windmill is said to require several weeks in general, so Nishino's achievement of reaching two rotations in just a few days is quite impressive. If a student undertakes it as an extra activity to their studies, it would be quite something.

"......"

However, despite his burning passion, Rose's gaze is cold.

From her perspective, it was a positive growth of the futsumen, which didn't bring her any joy.

"You're in the way though."

"Sorry, but could you go over it with a jump? It's a piece of cake for you, right?"

"......"

Rose's physical abilities far surpass Nishino's. Even the techniques he is practicing so desperately can be mastered in just a day by her. Moreover, if it's a breakdancing move acclaimed in the world, she might be able to learn the majority of it in just a few days.

Perhaps that's why, her true thoughts naturally spilled out.

"...I wonder what's so fun about dancing and rolling around on the floor like that?"

"For those who have nothing, there is a kind of joy in having nothing."

Nishino spreads his legs wide and spins his legs around in a full rotation twice. He stumbles on the next chair, and a loud crash follows as both of his legs plunge into the hole. Despite feeling some pain in his toes, there is a sense of satisfaction within his heart for being able to spin again for two full rotations.

"It seems like you're enjoying yourself a lot, eh?"

"Yeah, it's incredibly fun."

"......"

As she gazes at that satisfied expression, even Rose, as expected, can't come up with a clever piece of sarcasm.

The cohabitation life that had just started with joy and embarrassment is not being fully enjoyed by her, all because of Nishino's strange fascination with dancing. They hardly spend time together, except during meal times. Furthermore, perhaps due to his daily exercise, there is no sign of him engaging in' self-pleasure'.

Rose had installed dozens of cameras and microphones in Nishino's room, but the sight of him engaging in self-indulgence alone has not been captured even once. There is no trace of dirty underwear or used tissues in the trash bin, either.

Because of this, her decision to volunteer for laundry duty appears meaningless.

The only task she had was to continually blend her bodily fluids into his daily meals.

Then, on a certain day after a few more days had passed, a shock spread through the morning of the Second-year Class A.

"Today, I will introduce a new transfer student to everyone."

It happened not long after the homeroom had begun. In a nonchalant manner, their class teacher, Ōtake-sensei, made the announcement.

Immediately, the classroom filled with excited voices.

Those who naturally speak up are the students in the upper caste.

"Sensei—! Is that person a boy or a girl—?"

Suzuki-kun led the way today.

Without paying attention to him, Ōtake-sensei directed his voice outside the classroom.

"Please, feel free to come in."

Since feeling a sense of loneliness about his hair, Ōtake-sensei gradually grew to dislike young handsome men day by day. Nowadays, he has become a middle-aged balding man who even gets irritated by simply listening to others talk. His preferred type of woman is a broad-minded one who doesn't see baldness as a flaw. It's an impossible dream.

"...Is something the matter? It's perfectly fine for you to come in."

What's more, in rapid succession, the words that followed were spoken in a rather polite tone, even though he was addressing a student. As a geniune educator with no experience in the private sector, he rarely had the chance to be reserved when dealing with teenagers, perhaps once a year at most.

The students of Class 2-A also felt relieved by this.

Nevertheless, in the next moment, as the classroom door swung open and the figure of the person who appeared from it became visible, all of them were utterly astonished. Even Suzuki-kun, who had been disregarded by the teacher's question, became entirely unaffected by the situation.

"!"

The sliding door made a clattering noise as it slid open, revealing a beautiful young girl. Her long silver hair flowing down to her hips and her skin as pale as snow naturally drew everyone's attention. As she took a step forward, voices erupted from the students in the classroom.

"—Whoa, she's cute!"

"—Incredible, she's a foreigner!"

"—She looks like a doll, doesn't she?!"

"—Also, doesn't she resemble Rose-chan?"

"—It's probably because she's Caucasian, right?"

"—She's small and adorable!"

"—She truly looks like a living doll."

Class 2-A was in a state of excitement due to the unexpected arrival of a beautiful girl.

The sound carried all the way to the neighboring class.

However, there were students in the same location who couldn't readily relate to the reactions of such classmates. These six students were led by Nishino, including Takeuchi-kun, Shimizu, Risa-chan, Matsuura-san, and Suzuki-kun.

Their expressions all took on a uniform look of tension upon seeing the new transfer student.

—Because the transfer student was none other than the Gothic Lolita girl they had encountered during their graduation trip.

"Wha..."

The moan that was involuntarily released, whose could it be?

With her large, round, bright red eyes flickering, she scanned the classroom. Her gaze moved from one desk to the other, as if she were delicately exploring the faces of the students who had taken their seats. Her movements seemed to suggest she was looking for something precious.

It's cute, but the way the eyeballs move somehow gives off an eerie feeling.

"Gabriella-san is going to be studying with us in this class from today. As you can see, she's a transfer student from overseas, but at our school, we uphold the principle of no discrimination—"

"—Hey, where's Rose-oneesama?"

"......Eh?"

The Gothic Lolita girl spoke, interrupting Ōtake-sensei.

The teacher glanced back at her with a surprised look.

Without minding it, the transfer student carried on with her words.

"Where is Rose-oneesama? Aren't we in the same class?"

"Eh? A-Ahh... If it's that person, she's in the class right next to ours, Class B..."

"If that is the case, I should not be enrolled in this class but rather the other one."

She quickly turned on her heels after arriving.

Then, she left the classroom without a care in the world.

From the moment she showed up, only a few minutes had passed. Even the cheeky person who had been waiting for an opportunity to raise his voice was taken by surprise. He had been planning the perfect moment to let out a loud shout to energize the class, but that opportunity was completely squandered because of the transfer student's unforeseen actions.

"Ah, wait a sec, waait...!"

Ōtake-sensei, in a hurry, chased after Gabriella.

However, it didn't escalate to the point of blocking her way, but only spoke softly and hesitantly. It was an unusual behavior for the class coordinator known for being exceptionally strict. If it were any other student, even if she were a female student, he would have likely scolded her sternly.

After a few seconds, noise could be heard from the neighboring class.

Right after the morning homeroom concluded, Nishino received an assembly call from Takeuchi-kun.

This doesn't apply only to the futsumen. Similar invitations were extended to the group who went on the graduation trip together. Those who received the invitation followed Takeuchi-kun's instructions, skipped the first period class and gathered on the rooftop of Building B.

There's no need to confirm the reason.

"About that transfer student named Gabriella..."

At one corner of the rooftop, Takeuchi-kun surveyed the gathered group before opening his mouth.

Without a pause, Shimizu responded.

"Y-You guys think so? She's that girl on the trip location, isn't she?"

"Exactly. I'm sure Class Rep thinks the same thing."

They are all discussing it with serious expressions.

After all, they were not kidnapped without reason, as armed men followed her guidance. Their expressions were uniformly solemn. If Tarousuke had been here, among them, he would have been seen with a similarly serious expression, troubled by the situation.

On the contrary, there is one person who is having fun at this very moment.

It's Nishino.

The situation in which he could sneak out of the classroom and engage in hushed conversations with high-caste students in his class appeared to excite his pleasant side. At this moment, it felt as if he were positioned in the upper-caste himself, and this low-level happiness of him was quite evident.

Of course, it's not that he has no interest regarding the issue with the Gothic Lolita girl. However, the situation of skipping class and chatting with classmates, which is anything but ordinary for an ordinary person, was getting his mood lifted in a positive direction.

"Oi, Nishino."

"What is it? Takeuchi-kun."

"Don't you know anything?"

"No, I'm clueless."

"......"

Takeuchi-kun casts Nishino a suspicious look.

And, it wasn't just Takeuchi-kun. The Class rep, Matsura-san, Risa-chan, Suzuki-kun – everyone had their eyes on Nishino. After that graduation trip, those who were involved also had their own thoughts about this futsumen before them.

Particularly for Shimizu, her gaze is expressing doubt as if implying that, this guy is surely the cause.

Misinterpreting those glances is the characteristic of the man named Nishino.

"Don't worry. If anything troublesome happens, I'll take care of it."

He said it with a smug look on his face.

It seems he was pleased to be asked about the situation by Takeuchi-kun. Being in the upper caste, receiving an opportunity to speak in this situation made him feel recognized by his classmates in his own way.

It seems that he was happy to be asked about the situation by Takeuchi-kun. Getting the opportunity to speak in a situation like this, especially coming from a student in a higher social caste, probably made him feel as if he was being recognized by his classmates in the lower caste.

"What are you trying to act cool for?"

"......"

Thanks to that, he was promptly reprimanded.

After Suzuki-kun's retort, Nishino remained quiet for the rest of the discussion.

Observing that scene, Shimizu heaved a sigh.

During the trip, she had made impulsive decisions like sharing a bed with him. However, as she now observed his pitiful appearance within the school, she couldn't help but feel that there was nothing between them. At the same time, she felt ashamed of her actions during the trip and silently told herself that if she were to date someone, it should definitely be Takeuchi-kun.

The personnel evaluation system based on facial attractiveness, which had been nurtured over many years, was not something that could be easily overturned by minor events. Denying it would be akin to an event as unlikely as a peacock shedding its ornamental feathers with its own hands. Such a revolution, it's unthinkable. The peacock ceases to be a peacock.

Moreover, she, at the moment, had other concerns.

In preparation for the entrance exam to Tokyo University of Foreign Studies, she had to study. With her grades already on the decline, there was absolutely no room for anything other than studying. She repeatedly reminded herself in her heart that there was no room for things like romance right now.

She, the class representative of Class 2-A had been showing a noticeable lack of self-confidence lately.

And in the end, although they had gathered for the time being, they found themselves unable to conduct any constructive discussion, and thus they proceeded to their next class. The only thing that had been decided was to wait and see how the other party would react, for now.

The sudden appearance of a transfer student was soon relayed throughout the school.

By the time the morning classes had concluded and lunch break began, rumors had started to circulate not only among the second-year students but even on the floors of the first-year and third-year students. Some male students went to the extent of coming to the classrooms just to take a peek.

As for the student who is at the core of this whole commotion...

"Rose-oneesama, it's time for lunch break, it seems?"

She was in extremely high spirits because she had met the person she had feelings for.

On the other hand, the woman who had gained her affection was not in a peaceful state.

It's Rose.

"Gabriella-san, I'd like you to move away from here because you're in the way."

"I don't want to, Rose-oneesama. I want to stay right here."

"......"

The female transfer student was sitting on top of Rose, who was seated on a chair. She sat on Rose's thigh with her legs apart, boldly straddling the blonde Lolita's body directly from the front.

Under normal circumstances, Rose would have unreservedly pushed her away. However, the power dynamics between the two are one-sided. If, by some chance, this aggressive lesbian resorted to force, Rose would be the one to lose. With just a change in the opponent's mood, Rose's life could be in danger at any moment.

Therefore, she was a timid blonde Lolita who couldn't assert herself strongly today.

If Shimizu had witnessed this, she would have likely laughed inwardly, thinking "Serves you right!"

Meanwhile, the gazes of their classmates, as they watched this, were quite heartwarming. Rose, who had always been the school's idol, was now being adored by an equally adorable silver-haired Lolita. It was a truly picturesque sight.

"—What's this? Isn't this way too cute?"

"—Does she happen to know Rose-san?"

"—I mean, if they're not acquainted, she wouldn't call her 'Onee-sama', would she?"

"—Could they possibly be sisters?"

"—But their hair color are not the same, aren't they?"

"—I wonder how that works."

Among the students, there's a lot of back-and-forth speculation and discussion.

"—By the way, isn't 'Gabriella' a bit difficult to pronounce?"

"—Then, how about Gabi-chan?"

"—Hmm..."

"—In that case, how about Gabriell-chan?"

"—That sounds kind of like an underground idol though."

"—Actually, how about Gabu-chan?"

"—Ah, that's a good one."

Of course, there's no opportunity to grasp the lingering hostility between the two.

She was supposed to transfer to Class 2-A, but somehow ended up in Class 2-B. However, this strange occurrence became a trivial issue in the face of her overwhelmingly superior appearance, and everyone's awareness of it dispersed. It was probably just a mistake on the teacher's part, and so on.

"Didn't you go back to your parents' house?"

"Going to school is a normal thing for someone my age, Onee-sama."

Her fingertips gently stroked Rose's chin.

A shiver ran down the spine of the blonde Lolita, unnoticed by the people around her. On the other hand, her classmates who witnessed the scene couldn't help but exclaim in delight, saying things like "Ooooh!" or "Kyaaa!" The two of them were undeniably beautiful, regardless of what was on the inside.

"...I wonder what your purpose is in coming here."

"No way, Onee-sama. Don't tell me you don't understand?"

"I have absolutely no idea."

"I came here to indulge my carnal desires with Onee-sama."

"......"

Unlike Rose, who wears a mask at school, Gabriella seemed to have no intention of hiding her true self. She spoke freely without any reservations. Her mannerisms appeared to be well-received by the female students in 2nd-year Class B, as excited voices, like 'Kyaaa!', could be heard from all around.

"I'd like to confirm one thing, is that alright?"

"What is it, Rose-oneesama?"

"How are you able to move? What happened to your limbs?"

Rose's gaze falls on Gabriella's hand, which is clad in jet-black long gloves, and on her legs, thigh-high stockings can be glimpsed. If her memory serves her right, inside them should be prosthetic arms and legs, far from being actual flesh. Both are entirely hollow, without any means of power transmission.

And as they verified during their trip, she was moving around freely with the help of those prosthetic arms and legs. However, her limbs were free for a limited time, and eventually, she became bedridden. That's why Rose and the others were able to safely send her back home.

"Oh, is that it? It got better after a good night's sleep."

She extended and clenched her right hand's fingers right in front of Rose's nose.

The grin that showed up, as witnessed by their classmates, was described as incredibly erotic.

"....Is that so."

"With this, I can now fully admire and cherish Onee-sama."

Gabriella's hands touched Rose's cheeks from both sides as if to envelop them.

Rose who was being touched feels an intense shiver, especially underneath her uniform. The blonde Lolita wanted to escape right away. However, the silver-haired Lolita, who intensely gazing at her as if she had forgotten to blink, would never allow it. She felt the danger of potentially being hunted if she ever showed any weakness.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have a taste for homosexuality."

"It's no issue, Onee-sama. I have it."

"......"

"Even you Onee-sama, want to continue living in a more beautiful way, don't you?"

"...Yes. That's right."

Immediately after being provoked, Rose felt a surge of anger welling up inside her chest. In that moment, she recognized the person in front of her as an enemy that needed to be eliminated. Though undoubtedly a formidable opponent, Rose believed there had to be a way to handle the situation without confronting her head-on.

It was something necessary for the sake of continuing the happy everyday life with Nishino.