I get it, okay? No one actually finds it cringeworthy, and honestly, it’s not like everyone knows about it to begin with. I understand, but... it’s just so... unghhhh... Masachika was the type who, when faced with a mix of good and bad things, ended up with the negative impressions outweighing the positive ones. He had done the same before, like focusing only on the painful goodbye with Maa-chan as the whole of memory with her, while treating everything else as a bad experience. This time around, he was faced with the same predicament. Ugh... Now that I think about it, all the things I did regarding the situation with Shiratori and the surprises I pulled off for Alya feel painfully embarrassing now. Once he started thinking that way, the negative thoughts started flooding in. The image of Nao’s tear-stained face came to his mind, and Alisa’s devilish smile and her alluring valley— “Fubaah!!” A highly unpleasant memory resurfaced, and once again Masachika bounced off the sofa. Despite his intentions, the memories of such events had been imprinted on his brain, and continued to play out automatically in a chain reaction. The soft feeling of Alisa’s body in his arms. The seductive smile that nearly captivated his heart, accompanied by her swaying— “Nnnngh!!” Masachika slammed his forehead against the sofa, forcibly trying to white out his mind. Yet even doing so, the memories from back then that his senses absorbed refused to fade out so easily. Nyaah! Alya was incredibly beautiful and smelled so good, and she... she pressed her b-boobs against me! But I looked all serious, and there I was with that super eager-to-please grin, shamelessly revealing my ulterior motives. I couldn’t bear it! But those boobs were so amazing and she leaned in so close, and Alya didn’t seem to notice, but when she tugged her dress, I caught a glimpse of it!