The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

That day, Kiyoha Mori said that Akira Kirihara could bring her older sister to the arcade, and that she would probably like it.

Kirihara Akira's first reaction was: Is this girl running a fever? How could Mori Shizue like such a chaotic place?

Kiyoha Mori explained this by saying that the more repressed a person is, the more likely they are to yearn for such a place.

These words triggered Kirihara Akira's memories, memories belonging to the original owner of this body.

In his memory, he and the two Mori sisters had thought about going to a place like an amusement center together. They were still in elementary school at the time. Mori Akari quickly noticed her two daughters' little rebelliousness and extinguished the flame.

They were punished, apparently by standing in front of their house for half the night.

Is Shizue Mori having so much fun now because of a desire for reward that she couldn't have as a child?

Anyway, as long as she's happy, that's all that matters.

Later, Shizue Mori dragged Akira Kirihara through the game three times before she finally left, completely satisfied.

The two found a place to sit down, and Kirihara Akira thoughtfully prepared drinks for them.

Looking at the snow-topped drink in front of her, Mori Shizue blinked and complained, "You don't even ask for my opinion anymore?"

"Just consider yourself kidnapped today," Kirihara Akira said. "Why would a kidnapper care about the hostage's opinion? You'll eat whatever I buy."

"...Unreasonable." Mori Shizue muttered twice, then, as if out of habit, her slight dissatisfaction was instantly melted away by the sweetness.

Kirihara-kun has a good eye for food, this is delicious!

I just don't know if this little bit of sugar will make me fat... There's no calorie list on it, and the ice cream topping is cold, so it should be fine, yeah!

"Sigh." Kirihara Akatsuki sighed inexplicably, drawing the girl's sidelong glance.

"What's wrong?"

"Tsk, I wonder if I've been too tired lately, because what I just heard and saw seemed different from what I was seeing."

Mori Shizue immediately knew what he was going to say, and her face instantly darkened.

Kirihara Akatsuki said, "Oh dear, someone just said I would never... what was it again?"

Bang!

Shizue Mori's kick was no less powerful than Kiyoha Mori's.

The two sisters are really alike.

"It's fun, but it's still noisy inside," Shizue Mori said, sipping her straw.

Kirihara Akira said, "Next time I'll find a quieter place."

Shizue Mori didn't respond, and struggled with the straw by herself.

Kirihara Akira looked at her and noticed that the girl's thin lips were slightly pursed inward. She didn't notice Kirihara Akira's gaze, so he was able to take the opportunity to appreciate the girl's beauty.

Whether it was pre-arranged or not, Mori Shizue and Mori Kiyoha's hair was exactly shoulder-length, neither too thick nor too thin. Both girls loved to wear ponytails, but Mori Kiyoha's ponytail was tied casually, like a boy's, while Mori Shizue's was tied in a classic aristocratic style, with an ivory ribbon holding up her dark hair.

With a high, straight nose and gentle eyebrows and eyes, he was practically perfect.

She likes white midi skirts paired with a blue jacket, looking absolutely stunning.

Her gaze was so undisguised that Mori Shizue noticed something.

However, for some reason, she neither pointed it out nor stopped her, but silently continued drinking her snow-topped milk tea.

Then, under Kirihara Akira's gaze, her face grew redder and redder, like a ripe peach.

She finally couldn't help but glare at Kirihara Akira: "You pervert, how long are you going to keep watching?"

Kirihara Akira shrugged and said, "I thought you'd let me see it."

"How could that be!" Mori Shizue said, blushing.

Kirihara Akira suddenly found her very cute.

The reason it was described as sudden was not because he usually couldn't appreciate the charm of young girls, but because he suddenly realized that today he was there to choose an eighteenth birthday gift for her. This meant that the girl in front of him, who was still a student and easily embarrassed, was not a naive child, but an outstanding woman who was about to come of age.

This thought seems a bit shameful... Kirihara Akira felt a little ashamed, but after a moment's thought, she immediately reconciled with herself.

Men, no matter their age, always like girls who are eighteen. After all, eighteen is an adult and legal!

Besides, there are plenty of perverts who will always like sixteen-year-olds.

Kirihara Akira remained silent, and Mori Shizue, sensing he was harboring some wicked thoughts, said, "What are you thinking about? You scoundrel."

Kirihara Akira snapped out of her reverie and said, "I was thinking that people really do need to be placed in unfamiliar environments to show any difference in their behavior compared to usual."

Feeling mocked, Mori Shizue's face flushed even more.

The older sister is more easily embarrassed than the younger sister. I just don't know how much of that shyness is acting and how much is genuine... Kirihara Akira said, "I'm not being sarcastic, I just find it quite novel."

"Novel... but isn't this still ironic?" Mori Shizue said with dissatisfaction.

"Of course not," Kirihara Akatsuki said sincerely. "In my opinion, not wearing a mask is always easier than wearing one."

Mori Shizue suddenly fell silent, her inner thoughts showing on her face.

After a long silence, the excitement that had risen on her face from playing gradually faded, and she returned to her usual composure and aloofness, which made Kirihara Akira feel that something was wrong.

Mori Shizue said, "Unfortunately, I'm not someone who has the right not to wear a mask."

Before Kirihara Akira could speak, Mori Shizue said, "Kiyoha sent you to bring me here, didn't she?"

Before he came, the second young lady, Mori Kiyoha, had told him to keep it a secret, but judging from the current situation, it's impossible to keep it a secret forever.

Her sister knows her too well, and it was all rather deliberate. She claimed it was a field trip, but she ended up luring her to an arcade. Anyone with a brain knows something's up.

Kirihara Akatsuki nodded, then added, "But it was also because I wanted to come here with you."

"There's no need for such polite words," Shizue Mori said, shaking her head.

Kirihara Akira was silent for a moment, then said, "You don't seem happy."

"Don't misunderstand." Mori Shizue sighed and said, "I wasn't... well, I appreciate your kindness."

"Then why...?"

"Akira-kun," Mori Shizue called out to herself.

"Hmm?" Kirihara Akatsuki sensed something different. This girl's way of addressing him was unpredictable. Sometimes she called him Kirihara-kun, and sometimes Akatsuki-kun. When she called him Akatsuki-kun, it seemed intimate, but it was actually a sign that she was being more guarded.

"What's wrong?" Kirihara Akira asked.

"Can you promise me one thing?" Mori Shizue asked in a deep voice.

Making demands before even discussing the matter—that's ill-intentioned.

Kirihara Akatsuki carefully chose her words: "You said it, mainly what I can do, and what I can do, I will definitely..."

"Not only can you do it, but you'd be very willing to do it," Shizue Mori interrupted him, speaking deeply.

"Xiaojun, why don't you date my sister?"

"what?"