Prologue
She has shiny, straight, black hair that falls to her waist.
Her ample breasts push her cardigan up from the inside.
Her white legs extend from the hem of her short skirt, which must be a violation of school rules.
Her large, sparkling black eyes stand out with their beauty.
"Hey, Kariya-kun. Kariya Tsutomu, you."
Beautiful girl.
A beautiful girl stood in front of me.
The name on her peach-colored lips was that of Tsutomu, whom she had a relative crush on.
It's not unusual for a classmate to call you by your name, but when it comes to Ben's heart,......, it jumps around like a mad horse and shows no signs of slowing down.
--What's going on, ......?
The girl's name was familiar.
"Rikka Bana, Mari-ka."
She is an idol at the high school Tsutomu attends.
She has a beautiful appearance and is a good student of both literature and martial arts. She has countless words of praise.
She is a perfect heroine who seems to have stepped out of history.
I left the school with her, and now we were facing each other in a deserted alley, just as dusk was falling.
At a very close distance.
Just the two of us.
It's a situation that should make any adolescent boy's heart pound just by imagining it, but when the fantasy becomes reality, he's so nervous he can't even move a finger.
"A secret between you two?"
"Yes. Our secret?"
Her smile, like a blossoming bud, did not allow her to look away.
Her voice, sweet as honey, had an irresistible appeal.
"It's nice to have a secret together, isn't it? Isn't it exciting?"
Her cheerful voice and shy smile spoke eloquently of her state of mind.
--Doki-doki ka ......
She put her glasses back on and put her hand on her chest.
Dokidoki...... I see, this feels strangely appropriate.
The most important thing to remember is that the best way to get the most out of your money is to use the right tools.
However,...... even after acknowledging the fact that it is pounding, the question remains. The cause is unknown.
No matter how many times I have tried to search through my memory of the past, which spans a little over sixteen years, I have not found any similar cases.
"......Well then, I think it's time for me to go home."
"......, I think so."
As I followed the back of the girl in front of me back to the main road, I suddenly looked up at the sky.
There was a vivid gradation of colors as day turns to night.
I lowered my eyes and looked at my hands.
Grasp it, open it, grasp it, open it. Over and over again.
The palm of my hand moved exactly as I had imagined it would. There is nothing wrong.
Despite the ......, it didn't seem too real. It was like a daydream.
Just a few moments before, the world had been an ordinary day in Tsutomu's eyes, but ...... in just a short time, the world had changed completely.
The source of the change is obvious, and it's none other than the "Rikka Marika" taking place before us.
He had never exchanged a few words with her before, and her sudden approach threw her off balance.
Suddenly Marika turned around.
I was about to be sucked into her jet-black gaze.
--How in the world ...... did this happen?
The first thing that flashed through my mind, shaken by her surprise attack, was an ordinary and serious question.
If you go back in time to the beginning of the incident, you'll find that almost everything was self-inflicted.
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