Every time I took a step, I could feel Fujita's exhausted breath. He was beside me, who was carrying so many books in his hands, on the way to this dormitory.
Every time he exhaled, I could feel that he was tired enough carrying the books. As a good friend, I suggested helping him.
However, he refused and responded with ridiculous words.
"Do not! This is my world, and I would never invite you, Akio-san. My Harem world… my Harem world, only mine."
He was proud of those words.
It seems Yamada's words made him like this. He was obsessed with books and wanted to learn, but with bad intentions. I mean, hey look, he wants to learn so he can create his Harem world. Isn't that something funny? Anyone, who knew his hidden purpose, would surely burst out laughing.
He was like between the good and the bad, being one, was like oil standing in water.
"Well, Fujitora..."
