“Guha!” Masachika pushed away the blanket that was rolled up to cover Yuki’s face. She then fell off the bed with a stifled cry. Then she turned around exaggeratedly and raised her legs, wrapped her body with the blanket, then covered her mouth with the edge of the blanket, and pretended to cry. “You wicked bastard, you stole my first kiss!” “...If there was such a fact, it was mine that was stolen.” Masachika looked at Yuki who was acting as if she had just been dumped by a cruel man. However, Yuki seemed not to respond to Masachika’s gaze and continued with her little charade. “And that’s how you make me look like the bad guy... guys are just like that, always acting selfish.” “You don’t understand guys well enough to talk like that.” “After all, you’re the only guy I know!” “Noisy~” “But apparently... I’m not the only girl by your side...” “Huh? What are you talking about?” Yuki looked sharply at Masachika, who had a tired expression. Masachika involuntarily flinched at the glare that he suddenly received. “Are you still pretending not to know?! I know that you brought another girl into this room!!!” “!!!”