"Now what should I do with these girls?"
I muttered to myself as I looked down at the three unconscious forms sprawled out in front of me—Frostina, Niao Chyou, and Miratsuka Revi. Each one of them looked utterly peaceful, as if they were just taking a nap, but the reality was far from that.
"This is really troublesome," I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck.
The first option that crossed my mind was simple: pretend I'd fainted along with them. Maybe when they woke up, we could all just agree that something weird happened and call it a day. But… knowing these girls, especially her, that wasn't going to work.
Niao Chyou would be freaked out and start questioning every single detail, trying to figure out what went wrong, as I heard she's a maniac of detective stories according to Miratsuka.
