What were these bashful sweet nothings Alisa always whispered in Russian?
Masachika had been pondering that question until he finally reached this conclusion: Alya's a mental exhibitionist.
Alisa was a hardworking perfectionist. That was her ideal version of herself, so she was always her own harshest critic and tirelessly worked herself to the bone. Nevertheless, the more people suppress their urges, the more pent-up stress they have that they need to release—at least, that was what Masachika once heard somewhere.
Therefore, he believed her bashful Russian whispers were related to that somehow. In other words, she would whisper something embarrassing in front of others and enjoy the thrill of being caught, just like exhibitionists when they walked outside in public without wearing any underwear. Namely, what Masachika was trying to say was…
It's okay, since it's consensual!
If his assumption was correct, then that would mean that Alisa was someone who enjoyed the thrill of exposing herself. In other words, she was happy, and Masachika was happy! It was a win-win relationship!
…It was easy to imagine what people might say if they heard his conclusion:
What kind of reasoning is that?
What's a mental exhibitionist?
I'm sure a lot of creeps believed what they were doing was consensual.
Be that as it may, there were, sadly, no mind readers who could slap some sense into him. Masachika was still hesitant, though. Even though he had her consent, it was in Russian. He wanted to get her consent in Japanese first.
"What was that?" he asked, facing Alisa with his mind completely in the gutter. She smirked provocatively and tried to play it off just like he expected she would.
"I called you a coward."
Masachika had been waiting for her to say that. He dropped his jaw while mentally raising his arms into the air as if he had won a boxing match.
Alisa then giggled with contempt and recrossed her legs.
"Anyway, it's fine. I can put my socks on myself—"
"That won't be necessary."
"Huh?"
He promptly got on one knee before she could take the socks out of his hands. She blinked in confusion for a moment, but right as Masachika placed his hands on her right leg, her eyes opened wide.
"Eep?!"
Alisa awkwardly shrieked as she experienced the uncomfortable, ticklish sensation of someone running their fingers down her foot from heel to ankle. Flustered, she reflexively jerked her leg into the air and held down her skirt.
"Hey, stay still."
"E-Excuse me?! …Hey?!"
Alisa slapped her left hand over her mouth to prevent herself from squealing while she kept pulling her skirt down with her right. Masachika gave her a look as if he was fed up, but his lips were curled in a smirk.
"What's your problem? I thought you wanted me to help you put them on?"
"I know…what I said…but…!"
"I couldn't just let you call me a coward like that and get away with it. My pride wouldn't let me."
"Wait…! I still need time to mentally prepare…!"
But Masachika didn't listen to her cries as he pinched the sides of the sock with both thumbs and slowly pulled it up her leg. A tingle ran down her spine as the sock made its way upward.
"Ahn…"
Once Masachika's thumbs grazed her thigh through the thin fabric…
"Wh-what do you think you're doing?!"
"Bfff?!"
Alisa suddenly swung her foot up, hitting Masachika squarely on the chin and sending his rear straight to the ground. The back of his head slammed against his own chair.
"…!"
"Ah! S-Sorry. Are you okay?" asked Alisa, clearly concerned.
Alisa even forgot her embarrassment and upset when she saw Masachika curled on the ground and clutching his head in agony. He extended his trembling right hand and started tracing his index finger across the floor as if he was writing one last message in his blood before his inevitable demise.
Nevertheless, there wasn't any blood on his finger, so he was merely tracing with his finger alone, and yet Alisa could clearly tell what he was trying to write.
It was a simple four-letter word: Pink.
"…?!"
She instantly held down her skirt as she blushed in anger and embarrassment.
"Ngh…! Tsk…!"
She seemed to be having trouble getting mad at someone writhing in pain on the floor. Unintelligibly grunting, she grabbed her other sock off Masachika's desk and swiftly slipped it onto her left foot.
""
Alisa childishly shouted in Russian after ramming her feet into her school slippers, despite the fact that Masachika was in the middle of dying on the floor.
Right as Alisa was storming out of the room, two female classmates walked in and hurriedly moved out of Alisa's way with their eyes wide open at the unusual sight.
"Huh? What was that all about? Princess Alya was screaming."
"That was Russian, right? What's going on? Has the princess gone crazy?"
They watched her storm off with their mouths agape before turning around and noticing Masachika rubbing the back of his head.
"Good morning, Kuze… What happened?"
"Morning… Nothing happened."
"Hey, Kuze… What happened to your head?"
"Oh, uh… I've just got this one zit that's been bothering me."
"Uh-huh…"
They eyed him with suspicion as they sat down at their desks, but Masachika pretended not to notice and pulled out his smartphone to text his sister.
> Sister dearest, I'm in trouble.
She must have been in the car on her way to school, as the message was immediately marked as read and she quickly sent a reply.
>> What is it, my dear brother?
> Don't freak out, but…
>> Gulp.
The next message he received was a sticker of an anime character trembling with fear, which only heaped on more pressure. Masachika's expression contorted with extreme regret as he typed his reply.
> I…might have a foot fetish.
>> I beg your pardon?! I thought you were a boobs man!
> I was, dammit! I had no idea I was into feet!
>> Hmph… It's about time you recognized how amazing legs are…
> Yeah…
>> Legs are mad underrated. Thick thighs save lives, but muscular antelope legs are hard to pass up, too.
> You are indeed wise, my dear sister.
>> By the way, brother dearest…
> Yeah?
>> Did you seriously message me just to tell me about your filthy new fetish? WTF.
> Sorry.
Masachika's face fell. It felt as if his sister had just dumped a bucket of ice-cold water on him. He put away his smartphone and placed his head down on his desk.
"What am I gonna do now?"
Even Masachika realized he had gone too far. He thought he should probably go apologize, but he knew how prideful Alisa was; a reckless apology would make things worse.
"Eh. Guess I'll just think about what to do when she gets back."
Alisa wasn't a child, after all, so he figured she'd be back to her normal self once she cooled off for a bit.
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