While
eating watermelon, I had a great time with Saori-chan and Claudia-san.
It was
a very luxurious start to my summer vacation to spend time with my adorable
sister and a beautiful foreign girl.
When I
came back home humming, the clock was still around 8 o'clock in the morning,
thinking that this summer vacation would be enjoyable
I felt
a little sticky from watermelon juice and sweat, so I decided to take a shower
first.
As I
wash my hair, I think.
（By the
way, Claudia-san was so cute...)
Just
the fact that I could meet a foreign girl made me happy somehow. Yes, it's a
global society. On top of that, if the girl is beautiful, there's nothing to
say.
For a
moment, the word “Confine” flashed through my mind like a terrorist message, but
I shook my head.
I
can't just confine her like that without any restraint.
If I
confine someone as soon as I find them cute, I'm not just a bad person, but a
devil.
（Even
so, it would be nice if we could be... friends)
That's
what I think.
Saori-chan
also seemed to enjoy communicating with a foreigner even though she was
nervous.
And
when Saori-chan told her that she was a member of the track and field club
coached by her sister, Claudia-san was surprised.
「W-what
kind of person I your sister?」
I
guess Saori-chan is wondering about the new coach. She said she hoped she would
not be too strict....
But
Claudia-san's answer to Saori-chan's question was...
「She's
kind to me」
Which
is not really helpful.
Claudia-san
said that she would go to the school with her sister today, complete the
procedures for transferring schools, and observe her sister coaching the track
and field club.
On her
way back, Claudia-san said, “Bye-bye, Fumio. Saori! See you later” while waving
her hand smilingly as she left.
（I
really wish we could get along...)
Then,
with the shower on my head, I entered into my usual fantasy.
On the start of a new school year, she
walks into my classroom as a new student.
When
she sees me, she exclaims, “It's Fumio! Yayy!” and rushes up to me, excited. Then,
everyone pays attention to me at the same time.
Such a
fantasy. Yeah, it's really freaky.
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When I
returned to my room, wiping my wet hair with a towel, Lili appeared as if she
had been waiting for me.
「Fumi
Fumi, Oppai-chan and Ringlet are here, Devi」
「Masaki-chan?
At this hour?」
「She's
in the dining room, Devi」
We
haven't made any appointment. Anyway, it's still early in the morning.
「Well,
I'll find out when I get there...」
After
I finished drying my hair, I tilted my head and summoned the door.
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When I
stepped into the dining room—
「「「「
Good morning. The Great Confinement King-sama! Thanks to you, we're living
happily ever after 」」」」
The
first-year maids of the track and field club stand uprint and cheer loudly.
I
smiled bitterly and waved hello to them.
（As
usual... it's still hard to get used to, huh?)
I told
Lili that it was overreacting, and that I wanted them to stop, but she refused,
saying that it was a form of discipline.
When I
looked around the dining room, besides the maids, I saw Kyoko in a sweet lolita
dress and another woman chatting at a table in the back facing the courtyard.
The
woman was Kaneko-san, who had followed me when I rescued Kurosawa-san and decided
to stay here.
At the
table in front of them were Masaki-chan and Kayama-san.
「Good
morning, Fumio-kun」
「Oh,
Confinement King-sama! Good morning!」
Masaki-chan
smiles, and Kayama-san stands up hurriedly.
Masaki-chan
is dressed roughly in T-shirt and culottes. Kayama-san, on the other hand, is
dressed in her school gym jersey.
「Why
jersey?」
「I
don't have many clothes...」
She
bit her lip and groaned as she said so.
I've….
heard something I shouldn't have.
So I
told her that she could take any clothes she wanted from the dressing room on
her way home, but Kayama-san looked puzzled.
Then I
looked at Masaki-chan and she smiled.
Recently,
I feel as if I can communicate with Masaki-chan just by looking at her. I
wonder if it is called “Heart-to-heart communication”. I believe that she will
choose an outfit that suits Kayama-san and let her take it home.
As I
took my seat, the maids hurriedly brought coffee and assorted fruits to the
table.
As I
reached for the cup, I asked.
「What's
wrong, so early in the morning?」
I
asked, and Masaki-chan smiled and opened her mouth.
「Ah,
yes. I didn't expect Fumio-kun to be here, but I came to ask the maids to teach
Yui-chan today」
「Guidance?」
「To
tell you the truth... Yui-chan is going to work at Mai-chan's house as a live-in
worker. With her mother」
「Yes?」
I
guess this is the case where Fujiwara-san was asked to introduce Kayama-san to
a part-time job, but the conversation seems to have taken a strange turn.
「But Yui-chan
was surprised when she met Mai-chan's papa. He knows Yui-chan very well, right?」
Kayama-san
nodded her head.
「Yes, I
was really surprised to find out that Mai-sama's father was Seigo
Fujiwara-sama~」
「What
do you mean?」
「Papa-san
said he had a good relationship with Yui-chan’s papa and they had met many
times at parties」
「Yes, even
though Fujiwara-sama and I come from completely different families, I remember
he was very kind to me~」
（I see,
their fathers were friends...)
「And
there's another reason why it's special... about Mai-chan's papa. He was a big
fan of Yui-chan's mama」
「Yes?
What's that? What do you mean?」
「My
mother is not very famous~, but when she was single~, she was an actress under
the stage name Aoi Umidori~, and Seigo Fujiwara-sama was her... admirer for a
long time~」
「Eh?
that old man!?」
I
turned my head upside down. That black-hearted old man was pursuing her!?
Then,
Masaki-chan opened her mouth, seemingly enjoying herself.
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「Papa-san
said his youth was for Yui-chan's mama. And when he got married, he had his
company release the “Aoi Umidori Complete Video Box 30-Pack”, which included
all the videos of her appearances, so there's a different level of mixing
public and private life」
「Wow...」
「And
yesterday, when Papa-san learned that her mother worked part-time late at night
at a canning factory, he said that he was going to buy the factory and make
Yui-chan's mama the manager, but Mai-chan and Mai-chan's mama rushed to stop
him」
（But,
isn't it bad for such a big fan to hire the actress of his dreams as a live-in
worker?)
「Well,
if she's a live-in, does that mean he's trying to make her his mistress?」
「Yeah,
that's what most people think」
「That's
what I think too」
「But it
doesn’t seem to be the case. After all, Papa-san is too embarrassed to meet her
in person, but he doesn't want to see the person to whom he devoted his youth
suffering. And Mai-chan and Mai-chan's mama looked at him in dismay, like “It
started again...”, so I believe that is the case」
「What
kind of pure heart is that?!?」
「Yes, currently,
my mother and I will be hired as Mai-sama's maid and tutor, with very little
contact with Seigo-sama~」
「Tutor?」
「Yes,
to teach Mai-sama how to behave and use her words as a daughter of the upper
class」
I see.
Fujiwara-san was a commoner until a while ago, so I guess she's not very good
at that yet.
In
this respect, Kayama-san, who is now poor but a real lady, is a perfect tutor.
Then,
Masaki-chan said with a wry smile to Kayama-san.
「Well,
to tell you the truth, I don't think Papa-san is thinking of making you work.
He's rich enough to support one or two people, and he simply wanted to protect
both of you. That's obvious. After all, Yui-chan's mama was the woman whom he
devoted his youth to. And to think that the woman he gave his youth to is now
covered in crabapples in a canning factory is....」
「But I
don't want to take the advantage~, so I've come to ask the maids to teach me so
that I can do my job properly, that's why~」
Kayama-san
clenches her fists firmly as if making up her mind.
「But
you know what? ...」
When I
looked around at the maids, they stood up straight and still.
「The
maids here are in a bit of a special situation...」
I'm
not sure if the girls who are being trained to worship me like a god will
really be able to help her....
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「A new
coach has arrived today! Please say hello to her! Coach Jolanda, it’s nice to
meet you!」
A tall
pony-tailed girl who looks like a captain looks back at my sister.
Then
my sister stepped forward, looked around at the club members, and opened her
mouth.
「My
name is Jolanda Camilia. I'll be your coach from today. I'm also aware of your
particular situation of being kidnapped」
As
soon as she said that, some members of the club jerked and shook their heads.
「Some
of you may say unspoken things. But if we can do well in the competition in
three weeks' time, we will be able to look back at those who look at us
negatively. Let's do our best together!」
Then,
a modest clapping sounded from the members of the club.
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As far
as I could see from the back, there were not that many of them.
There
were only twelve of them, according to my count.
Four
first-year students were still missing after the kidnapping. On top of that,
I've heard that some of them have left the club.
In
particular, the short-distance runners, who were supposed to be the stars of
the team, have either disappeared or left the club, except for one who escaped
the kidnapping and my sister was troubled.
It's a
good thing my sister took over as the coach, but the club is no longer what it
used to be... Well, there's no way she can say that here, but...
The
reason why the members of the club all looked surprised was probably because my
sister spoke Japanese normally.
My
sister was born in Rome, but she's been in Japan since she was two years old, so
she's a fake gaijin like me.
By the
way, her favorite soccer player is Nesta. She is a big Lazio fan.
When I
mention this, many people ask me, “You were born in Rome, but you play for
Lazio?” But in fact, Lazio is in Rome.
Roman
fans are divided into AS Roma fans and Lazio fans. As for baseball, Carp-girl. (*Note:
Carp-girl => women wearing red costume in baseball stadium. Carp-girls might
be Nike （Goddess of victory in Roman myth))
My
sister is a huge comedy fan, and at her previous school, she and her colleagues
performed the Yoshimoto comedian's "Nipple Drill" at the teachers'
banquet, which made the male teachers uncomfortable. (*Note: Yoshimoto
Shinkigeki)
After
all, she had a model body that could have been in the Milan Collection, so it
was a terrible scene.
While
I was thinking about such unimportant things, my sister glanced at me.
（Yes,
yes, I'm watching you)
「By the
way, I heard that you don't remember anything about the time you were kidnapped」
At my
sister question, the captain and the short-cut girl next to her looked at each
other.
「Um,
coach, it's true. Unfortunately, we don't remember any of it」
As
soon as the captain said this, her shape glowed red in my vision.
（That's
a lie)
「I
think I saw Teruya-chan's sister who was arrested at the place where I was
confined)
（The
shortcut girl's... is also lying)
While
glancing at me, my sister asks more questions.
「The public
is curious to know if you've had some kind of dubious experience」
「That's
ridiculous. That's impossible」
The
captain let out a somewhat annoyed voice.
（But
this is also a lie...)
「So
there's no more contact with the culprit, is there?」
「Of
course not. That's impossible!」
（And a
critical lie. They're still in contact with the culprit. If we follow their
actions, we may be able to get to the culprit. I don't know if it's Fumio
Kijima, but...)
My
sister looks around at the other members of the club and asks.
「Is
there anyone who remembers what happened during the kidnapping?」
「I
don't remember....」
Everyone
who says this is bright red.
Only
Saori and the other three who did not say anything are not colored.
One of
the girls is asleep standing up, leaning against Saori. She looks like a very
sluggish girl.
The
other girl might be one of the girls I heard was not kidnapped.
Still,
it's very difficult to keep this many people completely keep the secret. There
seems to be some kind of secret.
Moreover,
the captain and the girl next to her do not seem to feel agony in telling a
lie.
This
is a little difficult to imagine, based on my past experience.
When I
turned my attention to the other girl who was not colored in red, she was
looking at me intently.
She
had a sullen look on her face.
