I’m Sorry for Getting a Head Start but I Decided to Live Everyday Erotically

Lucky and I broke up at the station and headed home.

Both your mother and father were absent.

There was a note from your mother left on the table.

'Welcome home, would you like to make it red today?

Your mother understands everything.

I immediately understood that.

I did know I was a tolerant parent about that.

But I think it's also obvious how it is.

Yesterday, when I stayed at the lodge with Lucky, I was also told about contraception.

I think I'm great at keeping my word.

Yesterday, for the first time, I crossed bodies with the opposite sex.

What I remember is an introductory kiss.

And foreign body feeling when it is inserted.

After that, I was selflessly obsessed.

You think it feels good?

You think I'm happy?

That kind of thing was second to none, just imperative.

We're new to each other, but pretend we can afford it.

I undoubtedly like the things of wisdom, and the things of wisdom like me.

And yet somehow I can't be a lover.

My mind made sense and my body crossed.

Still didn't try to walk next door to each other yet.

Sit on the couch and pick up your phone.

Tons of messages and absence incoming calls.

Most of them belong to people from the Department of Cultural and Human Studies.

I'm sorry to ignore you, but I don't know what to explain right now.

I can't even leave you like this, but I wanted you to relax now.

I want you to let me do what I want with whoever I want.

You must not run out.

They say we've all made such a strange agreement.

What a ridiculous agreement.

But what happens to the luck of breaking it?

Will I lose my place in the Department of Cultural and Human Studies and belong to other clubs?

They're not the kind of people who make jokes, but they won't feel good.

"Again..."

Among the absenteeism incoming calls was the name of someone different from the Department of Cultural and Human Studies.

Tanji Mammon, student chairman.

He persistently solicits me to the student council.

It was in full sight that I had a lower heart, and even if I kept saying no, I was making persistent calls.

"Ha..."

With a sigh of relief, I called Senior Mammon.

Exactly. I can't ignore the student chairman's call.

I can make excuses because it was difficult to call the people in the crew.

But there would be no excuse for the student chairman to do that.

"Oh, Mia! You finally called me."

"Excuse me. I'm late."

A senior who familiarly calls me Mia.

Fortunately, he was first called by name yesterday, but this man called me Mia from that moment he met me.

It's bloodthirsty, never a bad person, but strangely distant.

"What do you say? Why don't you join the student council?

"I'm glad to invite you, but I knew I was"

It's the usual interaction.

I know I'm going to be turned down, and Senior Mammon calls me.

I can see that you just want to talk, and I don't even try to hide that.

"You mean that club, right? Are you doing this for Mia?

Sounds very rude, but it makes sense.

Ministry of Culture and Human Studies just wasting time.

I joined the club because I'm lucky, but it wasn't the kind of club where girls go to high school.

Hello?

"Oh, excuse me..."

I became silent.

It's like saying that silence is not working for you right now.

'That's right. Yesterday. "

As it was, Senior Mamen began his public discourse.

Its contents do not come into my head.

What I was thinking was how I was going to shake myself in the future.

Fortunately, if you go to school, you can be blamed by everyone in the crew.

I don't think you'd expose what you've been flirting with me.

But you wouldn't even lie good.

When that happens, I buy even more objection and may be isolated.

It may not be what I think so far.

But isn't there also a need for more hassle?

Perhaps the best way to continue my relationship with Ming is for me to quit the club.

In that case, the problem is not that wisdom ran out.

The fact that I quit my club is a big problem.

You can join the student council.

But you can't let Senior Gateway invite you.

"Senior, I'm sorry. Can I help you?"

"What can I do for you?

I don't have the strength to teach.

"I'm sorry."

"Well... I'll call you back."

"Ah, yes..."

I'll give you a bad toothless reply, but you won't get through to Senior Maimon.

It's still not a good idea to ride Senior Mamen's invitation.

Then. And as soon as I hung up, I called another person.

"Yes, it's Eda"

"Mr. Eda? It's Mia. Came to Mia."

What can I do for you?

Looks like Mr. Eda is only here for business.

There was a photograph. I was temporarily hostile.

But then the interaction showed that he wasn't a bad person.

Plus, he's the vice president of the student council.

"Can't I see you from now on?

"From now on?"

"Was it bad?

It's still the time I stuck one foot in the evening.

No matter how tough the house, it would be possible to go out.

'It's not a bad idea. It's just, can't you do it over the phone?

"I don't mean no, but it's my fault I can't see you."

"You mean Senior Maimon?

Sharp.

I answered after smiling bitterly.

"Not even if it doesn't hit me, not far away"

Okaya-kun, then.

Scary.

I answered promptly so that I would not be enlightened.

"Off"

"Okay."

I wonder what you found out.

I asked with great vigilance.

"So, what do you say? Can I see you?"

"Will you come to my house in an hour? I'll give you the address now."

I was the one who invited him, but Mr. Eda decides on the one hand.

I rushed to take notes.

They also taught me how to get there easily.

"Well, I look forward to seeing you."

It's an inclusive way of saying it.

After I hung up, I realized that I was so nervous.