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Nekura to Hiria ga Deau Toki [LN] V1 Chapter 0.1 Prologue part 1

◆Sakura Soushi




A little about the cuteness of girls.


All girls are cute.


First of all, their skeletons are cute. The sound of their bones is light and crunchy.


There is a high probability that they smell sweet and fluffy.


Their skin is smooth and white, and they don't have hair like men. Their body form is round. Their hands are small, and their heart is small, too. Their voice is not loud either. In any case, they are cute.


Even if they don't meet these requirements, they are still cute. The fact that they doesn't have anything interesting hanging between their legs is also cute. Nowadays, I’m not sure if it’s right to base gender on the presence or absence of these parts, but if it’s a girl, she’s cute even if she has them.


It’s cute, but I don’t like it.


No, I don’t like them because they’re cute.


For some reason, I have always been unusually popular with girls.


Whenever I noticed it, there were always girls around me. But I never got used to it.


I didn't know what to do when I was surrounded by them. I couldn't even see their faces clearly, so I didn't know who they were. The only thing I could identify was their gender.


This feeling is a problem that not many people understand as a luxury.


I was popular on the outside, but on the inside I had the characteristics of an intensely unpopular man.


If I were to use a metaphor, I would say that I was like a shaggy monster living alone in a remote, uncivilized area, not knowing much of the language, and having fairies flying around me.


"Sakura-kun, Sakura-kun!"


"Good morning! Did you sleep well? You must be sleepy."


"What did you eat this morning, Sakura-kun? I had bread!


Fairies are flying around me today as usual.


I wonder why these cute creatures gather around me......I am happy to see them, but I have never been able to have a proper conversation with them. I am sure they are mistaken about me. Even though I use all of my linguistic abilities to the fullest, the only words that come out of my mouth are “yeah” and “I guess so” when I think about opening my mouth and letting people know about my incredibly boring, despicable, and disgusting inner life.


Even though I could not respond wittily and the conversation did not go anywhere, the girls surrounded me and continued to talk as they pleased. The conversation usually starts to get more lively among the girls around me, and the conversation just goes on and on.


It's a miracle that I am not ostensibly shunned or hated in the calm atmosphere of a private high school full of relatively serious and well-bred students, but I'm also nervous that I might be attacked at any moment because of my popularity with women.


I've never had a girlfriend, and I've never even laid a finger on women.


I'm lightly idolized, and if it were known that I'm different from what they imagined, bad rumors would surely spread. I saw that in games. So I always tried to keep my facial expression as even as possible and pretended to be as quiet and hard-hearted as possible. I'm not sure if I'm doing it right.


I let out a small breath and the girls around me let out a sigh and stare at me. Wow! I feel like everyone's lips are glistening. I feel like they have thin necks. Wow, wow. My eyeball camera is wobbly and blurry and won't even focus. I feel as if the contents of my own head are leaking out, and I get intensely embarrassed and leave my seat.


"Where are you going, Sakura-kun?" I told them I had an errand to run, and quickly left. Evil spirits dissipated. The evil spirit was me, of course.


I'm a boring guy.


I don't know how to talk to entertain people, and I don't know how to make girls excited.


I'm just the second son of a poor family, and when I'm in my room, I'm just a typical high school boy who is usually killing time by thinking of something dirty.


When I stepped out into the hallway, I saw my only friend grinning and waving at me in the distance, so I rushed over to him.


Yabusaka Tooru.


I've known him since the first year of junior high school. He knows more than enough to know what kind of guy I am.


"Soushi, were you surrounded again? Why don't you have a girlfriend with that many people around you?"


"Of course, I can't."


"Why not?"


"If I'm alone with a girl, I can't have a conversation with her! She'd be disillusioned!"


Yabusaka exhaled and gave me a faraway look.


Love is a series of moments of disillusionment. People grow up with illusions about other people, and they destroy those illusions..."


"What are you talking about, you idiot!"


"Oh, hey, it's Yuria-san."


When Yabusaka craned his chin to look at her, he found an exceptionally beautiful girl there.


The eyes, nose, mouth, and contours are all arranged unrealistically. Her long hair was smooth and silky, almost gravity-defying.


She is cool and fragile, closer to beauty, but her childishness remains, giving her a cute look.


It was strange to be in this place.


That is Saionji Yuria, the famous Ice princess of the school year.


A name that is exaggerated. However, it is also amazing that her appearance does not lose out to that name, which could only be found on a rich character in a gal game.


She is mysterious with a hint of innocence, like the daughter of an ice queen or a snow woman, which makes me want to call her the Ice Princess.


"I heard that she has turned down 2852 scouting offers from entertainment agencies."


"How many offices are there in Japan......"


“That’s the thing. You know what I mean?”


Yabusaka, who turned his head back to me, grins and whispered.


“Why don’t you go out there and give it a shot?”


I look at her again when he tells me. It was strange that she didn’t have wings on her back.


“Im… impossible ……”


All the girls are pretty. I can't talk to them. It's even more impossible to those angels from heaven. Even if I put my all energy into it, I wouldn't be able to say the "go" in "good morning" while moving like a marionette with suspicious behavior.


"I'm sure she has an older boyfriend or something."


“There’s a rumor that she has forty-seven boyfriends.”


"That's amazing. That’s enough to get you killed.”


"Well, but a rumor is a rumor. There is a rumor that you can't like any woman because you can't forget a certain princess you met when you were nine years old and parted sadly with her."


"Haha.......that is too unrealistic.""


“That’s coming from a guy who easily believed in forty-seven boyfriends. ……”


“No, that one must be true. …… and that’s not even close.”


"But you know, there are rumors about her having 47 boyfriends and dating celebrities, but that's probably why there haven't been any rumors of her being involved with anyone at school!"


"Ah......I've never heard of any of them. I'm sure that's true. You have to be very confident to confess your feelings to someone like that."


"When she first entered the school, I occasionally heard that some of the most popular and good-looking guys in the school had gotten dumped, but lately it's been quiet. Soushi, you should give it a try!"


"I hate it. It’s like, you’ve beaten a few of the baddies and you’re finally moving on, but then the guy who was really strong in the fight says, ‘Too bad, I’m the weakest of the sixteen Saionji boyfriends. The rest of them will take you down'...”


"Sakura-kun!"


I was in the middle of a conversation that I didn’t want to die having overheard, a pretty voice called out to me and my heart shook with a jolt. I looked over and saw a female student beckoning to me.


"Do you know her?"


"I don't know. I can't see girls' faces properly, so...... maybe we know each other.”


"What do you mean, maybe we know each other? You don’t know her at all.”


I’ve never needed someone to call me with a voice like that. It must have been an invitation for some fluffy chit-chat. It was not that I wasn’t happy about it. But it was painful.


Think about it, how ordinary people feel when they are forced to stand on stage every day, even though you don’t want to be an actor and have no background in acting.


I can't be myself in front of girls. It's exhausting. If I meet with a girl once a month, on a certain day and time, and when I am in perfect physical condition, I feel that I can carry on a conversation with her for about three minutes. I can even plan the content of the conversation in advance. You can even simulate the conversation by offering conversation A, and then laying out a number of possible responses to it.


But I can’t do this every day. I’m always trying to keep my mind sharp so that I don’t get ragged, and my spirit gets worn down. Stress makes me go bald. If I go bald, I will be disillusioned again. There is nothing I can do.


"I'm sorry, I have something to do."


With that, I quickly return to the classroom.


However, there were many girls in the classroom. Some of them were looking at me. I want to take refuge somewhere.


Why do I feel like such a different creature just because of my gender, even though we are the same person?


Just as well. I grab my bag and leave, and have lunch early, but I'm done now. And at noon, I'll hide somewhere again. I can't do it anymore. My girl's communication limit for the week has been exceeded.


For now, I need to go somewhere and calm down. Somewhere where I can be alone and at peace, where I can be immersed in my vulgar thoughts with my mouth open and a slack-jawed face.

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