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Chapter 35: Punishment Game – Part 4
After a little break, it was now s.h.i.+on’s turn.
“Um… Ahem! Er… if perhaps you don’t feel well doing this I won’t force you to.”
s.h.i.+on said after sitting on the chair before Kyouya.
She kept endlessly fixing her hair.
“Well, we came this far already. I’ll do it. You want to make me do it too don’t you, s.h.i.+on-san? Why else would you line up with the others?”
“Not at all. If you don’t feel like it, I don’t think there’s any need for you to force yourself to do this kind of punishment game. It’s just that, in view of the principles on which this club was founded, and me being a club member, I judged that I should partic.i.p.ate in this club activity and-…”
Now that you mention it… Kyouya thought.
It’s been almost two months since I joined this club and I still don’t know what essentially the GJ Club does.
I don’t even know how to read it’s name right.
What does the GJ stand for?
At first he’d thought it might stand for “Good Jaw Club”, a club where you work on your jaw to make it good; the president had immediately bitten him after all. But that idea didn’t seem very likely.
Well, whatever.
“…-I mean, according to Freud, every sort of conflict or urge has it’s roots on the libido. Therefore, it’s not strange at all that people of different races and ethnicities share common dreams and desires, right? In other words, logically speaking, I’m forced to recognize that the necessary conditions for me to deny what you suggested have not been met.”
As usual, s.h.i.+on was stuck in her encyclopedia mode. By the looks of it, her field of expertise of the day was psychology.
“Is that all?”
He thought he might as well ask.
s.h.i.+on nodded while pus.h.i.+ng her hair behind her ear again.
“Alright, can I start then?”
“Y-yes. We should hurry up and finish this. Kirara is waiting in line too, after all.”
s.h.i.+on said, conscious of how Kirara was there beside them.
“Kirara-sa…. I mean, just wait a little bit more, okay?”
“Kirara. Wait.”
The girl was sitting on top of the chair with her legs pulled up and crossed.
At first glance it could have looked like an extremely impolite way to sit, but curiously, in Kirara’s case it seemed like a dignified pose.
If he called her Kirara-san, with the honorific included, she’d just correct him saying “One Kirara. Not Three.” or something like that.
However, he just couldn’t get used to talking to a girl who was his senior and older than him without honorifics.
Kyouya looked back at s.h.i.+on.
“Okay, here I go.”
“R-right. Please be gentle with me.”
s.h.i.+on stiffened her expression, giving herself a cool beauty.
Suddenly feeling himself tense up, Kyouya began.
“s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san…”
“Uh…. Hmm…”
s.h.i.+on pulled her eyebrows inwards, making a serious face.
“s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san…”
“Hmm… This… is quite something…”
She started writhing herself.
“s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san.・
Kyouya’s voice was somehow getting progressively more pa.s.sionate too.
“s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san.”
“Ugh…… Hm……. No… I…”
s.h.i.+on tilted her head back as if trying to get away from his voice.
Kyouya leaned forward and rose from the chair.
“s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san, s.h.i.+on-san…”
“Ho-… How many it times has it been already?”
“He’s still at 32.”
“No! No! I can’t take it anymore! That’s enough. Let’s leave it at that.”
s.h.i.+on said, swinging her head from side to side.
“Can’t do that. If you don’t go to a hundred you’ll have to do a penalty game too.”
Of course, Kyouya nodded in agreement to Mao’s words.
And so, at the 50th repet.i.tion, s.h.i.+on gave up. However, Kyouya was already enjoying himself too much to stop.
At the 70th time, s.h.i.+on let out something like a “Hyau!”, but Kyouya continued nevertheless.
By the time the 100th repet.i.tion came, s.h.i.+on was sitting limp on top of the chair.
