"Akihisa, we better give up on this place."
"What are you saying now? We came all the way here already! Hurry up and go in!"
"PLEASE! ONLY HERE! IT'S ONLY A CLASS THAT I DON'T WANT TO GO INTO!!"
The source came from within our mortal enemy, A class, the existence known as <Maid café 'Please let me call you master!'>; the signboard appearing in front of us.
"Oh I see, so this class has that Kirishima-san that Sakamoto likes so much."
"Sakamoto, you can't run away from a girl, you know?"
Just as Yuuji is trying his best to protest in the most ridiculous way, 3 girls came up from behind.
"Yuuji, we're here for investigations. It's not for personal interests—"
".........! (Snip snip snip!)"
I look around to see a male pressing the shutter of the camera very quickly.
"Muttsuriini?"
"......You got the wrong person."
The one in charge of the kitchen is holding the camera with one hand, his other hand making a sign to deny the claims.
"You're Tsuchiya no matter how I see it. What are you doing here?"
"...Spying on the enemy."
Coming here to spy on the enemy seems to mean that he's taking photos of girls from a low angle.
"Muttsuriini. You can't do this. If you're to do anything like taking photos of girls without them knowing, aren't those girls—"
"...One for 100 yen."
"I want two dozen—extremely pitiful?"
"Aki, you just ordered it so naturally."
GYA! When!?
"......It's time for my duty, I'll be going back."
Muttsuriini hands the photos over to me before moving back to the classroom. To think that he even printed the photos, such an enigmatic man,
"Really. This Muttsuriini is really a headache."
I coughs as I casually stuffs the photos into my pocket.
"Yoshii-kun, what do you intend to do with those photos?"
Ah, I was seen through.
"Ya, so irritating~ of course I would destroy them! Forget about them, let's go inside! I'm so hungry."
Though I wasn't really hungry, I pressed against my stomach, trying to act as if I'm really hungry.
"Ahh, you're right. Let's go in."
Himeji-san really is a good girl, to actually believe in such lousy acting.
"Mmmm, got to spy on the competition—they're guys' legs? This scumball!"
"You're looking at the photos alright!"
"Ah, I'm sorbet! I'm sorbet! Sob puzzling bi mouth!"
My face is being pulled hard, and Hazuki, who's beside me, is pinching my thigh with all her strength.
"Then I'll go in first. Excuse me—"
Minami is the first one to pass through the door.
"...Welcome back, Mistress."
The one coming over to invite us is the beautiful and intellectual maid with such a cold aura—Kirishima Shouko-san.
"Wa, so pretty..."
