Smelling the familiar scent next to her,
Otome Sakuragi, who had just caught the scent on Fuyumi's body the day before, involuntarily leaned back and sized up this club member she wasn't familiar with.
The girl's long hair cascading down to her hips was tied in a ponytail just like her own.
However, due to the difference in their temperaments and appearances, this girl's ponytails were the kind that any boy would find hard not to stare at a second longer.
Beneath the fine jet-black bangs was a pale, cute face tinged with a blush of shyness.
This timid and shy appearance, as well as the frail and bully-like posture of a newborn fawn, was precisely the type to evoke a protective and somewhat dominant impulse in boys.
Not to mention her ridiculous figure, which was obscured by her loose yoga outfit.
Although the loose outfit wasn't skin-tight, just the vest that was stretched to the point of bursting and the tight, round full moon highlighted by the yoga pants was enough to see how proud her figure was.
While Otome Sakuragi had seen some women with better figures than hers, but the combination of such a weak face with such an aggressive body was somewhat overwhelming.
In the past, those with prettier faces didn't have her figure, and those with better figures weren't as beautiful as her.
Although she didn't like to show off her figure and appearance, to be fair, Sakuragi Otome didn't consider herself lacking in any aspect.
But next to Tsukimi, the girl felt she had no advantage.
.
.
Not to say she was inferior, but at least on par.
Noticing the scrutinising gaze from her side,
Chifuyu Tsukimi, whose centre of gravity had returned to a stable posture, cautiously glanced sideways:
"President, is my posture still not correct?"
"Correct, very good indeed."
Listening to her inquiry, Sakuragi Otome, who knew that she had been looking at him for a long time, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear in embarrassment.
Then, with a hint of amazement, she complimented:
"Tsukimi-san, you have a great figure. You must have many boys confessing to you, right?"
This statement was both a genuine compliment from her and a casual inquiry.
To be honest, she didn't have any hostility towards her.
After all, the scent on her clothing only confirmed that she had been in contact with Fuyumi, nothing more concrete than that.
If she were to become overly jealous based on just that, it would make her seem too unreasonable.
Questioning Fuyumi might not lead to anything, but it would definitely leave the image of a jealous woman in his heart.
The most taboo thing between men and women is mutual suspicion.
Once you lose your composure and ask a question, it would be like a fine crack appearing on a smooth surface
It may not be conspicuous, but once noticed, it becomes particularly irritating.
Once the seed of dislike is sown, it becomes difficult to remove.
Sakuragi Otome, who really liked Fuyumi Sasaki, naturally didn't want to see him grow to dislike or resent her.
So...let's not talk about the two having nothing.
Even if there were something between her and Fuyumi, the girl would just turn a blind eye.
First of all, her own conditions were no worse than Tsukimi Chifuyu's.
As long as she did not take the initiative to create conflicts with Sasaki or push him away, Otome Sakuragi, who had given herself to him and had grown up with him, would remain his primary partner in his heart.
Although familiarity might breed contempt over time, as long as she is supportive, understanding, and tolerant, it should not be a problem.
After all, rather than coming home to a partner who is constantly suspicious and keeps questioning their lover,
It's better to have a partner who cares and greets you warmly.
Being good to him should induce a sense of guilt in him.
Of course, this method is worry-free for self-protection, but it is not offensive enough.
It's easy for a sneaky cat to make a move.
But there's not much that can be done about that.
Sakuragi Otome was not a strong and domineering person.
She may have the desire to monopolise but not the capability.
Not just in capability but physically as well.
Although she knew he really liked her and enjoyed these things with her, but enjoyment is another matter, and satisfaction is another.
She could clearly tell that Fuyumi was never fully satisfied when they were in bed together.
If it were just once or twice, it wouldn't matter.
But after accumulating time and time again, there will always be times when mistakes will be made.
There's a saying, "A thief can't be on guard every day."
Since she couldn't guard against it, it might be better to be more generous and make Fuyumi cherish and care for her more.
But this was a worst-case scenario plan.
For now, there might not be any relationship between them.
With these thoughts in her heart,
Sakuragi Otome looked at Chifuyu Tsukimi's red and moist face as the latter quickly waved her hands.
"No, no, I have a boyfriend; no one would confess to me."
Hearing the girl claim to have a boyfriend, Otome's eyelids twitched.
Though she felt it was unlikely, the scent on the clothes...
Keeping calm, Sakuragi Otome continued the conversation with a somewhat stiff expression:
"Tsukimi-san is such a beautiful girlfriend; he is really lucky. Is he a student at our school?"
No girl dislikes being praised for her beauty, and Chifuyu Tsukimi is no exception.
So faced with her question, she didn't think much and said with a blushing face:
"Yes, he is a member of our school's football club, in the same grade as me..."
Otome Sakuragi stopped listening intently after hearing about Tsukimi's boyfriend being from the football club.
When she heard that she had a boyfriend who was in the football club, her tense heart suddenly relaxed.
At the same time, a feeling of guilt towards Fuyumi began to slowly spread within her.
Although she had prepared herself psychologically,
But imagining and facing the reality were two different things.
If she had actually heard Fuyumi's name from her lips,
Otome Sakuragi wasn't sure how she would react.
Shocked? Heartbroken? Angry?
She didn't know...
She didn't want to know...
Fortunately, it wasn't true...
Heaving a sigh of relief, with her heart settled, Otome chatted with Chifuyu Tsukimi in a more brilliant and enthusiastic manner.
And beside them.
Okino Rinka, who witnessed all their expressions, looked thoughtful.
If one were to ask who had seen Sakuragi Otome the most times in this world, it would undoubtedly be Okino Kazuki.
But if they were asked who understood her the best in this world, it would definitely be Okino Rinka.
As the girl who had always imitated Sakuragi Otome in every form and manner since childhood,
The girl was very well aware of many small gestures that Otome herself might not even care about.
For instance, when Otome was nervous, she would unconsciously bite her lip slightly.
When worried, she would unconsciously roll her throat and swallow.
When sighing in relief, her deep blue, clear eyes would suddenly brighten.
These were things she herself might not even know.
But Okino Rinka, who had always silently observed and imitated her, knew them.
Just now, when they were talking about Tsukimi Chifuyu's boyfriend... Sister Otome displayed all these small gestures...
Why was that?
What was she nervous about?
What was she worried about?
What caused her to sigh in relief?
Was she afraid that Tsukimi Chifuyu, who is beautiful and has a good figure, might like Brother Fuyumi?
Was Sister Otome such a sensitive and jealous person?
No, that wasn't it.
Rinka, who naturally knew her deeply, knew that she was far from being such a person.
For a girl who had waited for years for a person, she wouldn't get jealous for no reason.
So even though someone is more beautiful than her or has a better figure than her, she wouldn't care.. unless.
Sister Otome noticed something that made her worried.
This showed that Chifuyu Tsukimi and Brother Fuyumi knew each other or were very familiar with each other.
Otherwise, the gentle and tender-hearted Otome wouldn't have such wild thoughts.
Okino Rinka, sensing something, thoughtfully glanced at Tsukimi Chifuyu, who was speaking happily with Otome.
Something is fishy!