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Chapter 7: Shake!
“Shake!”
Mao suddenly said. Kyouya, who had been reading a light novel at the round table as always, raised his eyes to hers.
“Why?”
She was probably bored, he thought to himself, but he might as well ask.
“Shake!”
That was all Mao would say. She anxiously extended her hand out with the palm facing up.
Kyouya looked back and forth between her hand and her face, which showed great antic.i.p.ation.
“Okay.”
Not feeling like opposing her, on the contrary, feeling he should go along with her, Kyouya gently placed his hand on top of hers.
“Alright.”
Mao smiled with satisfaction. With her other hand she patted Kyouya’s head.
“Good boy, good boy.”
Getting his head patted felt somewhat pleasant and somewhat embarra.s.sing.
“Can we stop now?”
Unable to bear the embarra.s.sment, Kyouya motioned to go back to his novel.
However, Mao didn’t allow that.
“Sit!”
“You know, president…”
“Sit!”
“That’s what I’m trying to say…”
“Sit!”
No matter what he said, it was useless.
Kyouya had completely given up. On top of a chair, he gracefully a.s.sumed a “sit” pose.
“Alright! Good boy, good boy.”
Mao stood up from her chair and came to his side to pat him. Kyouya silently let himself be patted.
“Have a reward.”
Mao’s hand moved.
From the top of the table she took a cookie and threw it down on the floor.
She directed a face at Kyouya that seemed to be anxiously expecting something.
“Reward!”
She repeated.
“Alright!”
She said, pointing to the cookie at the floor.
This “alright” could only mean one thing. First it was “shake”, then “sit”, so now it would be “wait for it” and then “alright”.
In other words, she meant “Alright! You can eat.”
Should he pick it up and eat it… or did he have to eat it without using his hands?
Sinking into these desperate thoughts, Kyouya looked up at Mao.
After successfully having Kyouya perform two orders, her face showed an unbelievable amount of expectation. Her eyes were sparkling.
Looking to the corner of the room, Kyouya sought help from s.h.i.+on, who was playing a game of chess by herself.
s.h.i.+on raised a finger. “No chance. You should have refused her from the start.” Her face said as she swung it left and right like a metronome.
It was no use.
He s.h.i.+fted his eyes to Kirara. The girl stopped eating her meat and looked his way.
Pulling her legs up on the sofa she a.s.sumed a “sit” pose too.
She looked greedily at the cookie on the floor.
She wanted the reward, right? That was it… right?
“Alright! Reward! Alright!”
Mao vividly swung her hand, indicating the cookie on the floor.
In order to protect that smile, Kyouya had decided that he would let go of a lot of things that were important to him as a person.
“That’s wrong, Mao!”
Suddenly, a delightful voice sounded.
Rus.h.i.+ng from the other end of the room, Megumi gave her sister’s head a hit from above.
His savior had appeared.
Megumi was indeed an angel after all.
She had rushed all the way over from the other side of the room to save Kyouya.
“You shouldn’t play around with food like that. The Ghost of Waste will come to haunt you at night. He’ll eat you completely, starting from the head. I’m telling you, he exists. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”
That’s all that was wrong?
“I wonder what the Ghost of Waste is like?”
“Who knows? I’ve never seen it.”
“I’d think it’s this huge monster with a really big mouth.”
