Trainer Mizuno originally thought that after Symboli Rudolf confird she was staying the night, things would go the sa as before: she'd order him to keep massaging her, and while he massaged, she'd suddenly pin him down, and before he knew it his chastity would be gone. With no one around to rescue him, he'd be ridden for three days and nights straight, becoming Rudolf's starry rage pet forevermore.
But in reality—Rudolf's actions were shockingly normal...
Because after she had hugged Mizuno in her arms and roughly squished him about, she didn't do anything else strange. She calmly let go, got off the bed.
Then she asked if she could borrow his desk. When Mizuno nodded, Rudolf pulled a towering stack of Student Council paperwork from her bag, sat properly, uncapped her fountain pen, and began diligently working through the docunts—without teasing him further.
"Weird..." Her sudden restraint left Mizuno uneasy. Was she plotting sothing?
But after ten minutes of cautious observation, seeing Rudolf still focused intently on her work, he finally relaxed.
"Looks like... an opportunity..."
At first, Mizuno thought he should use the chance to escape. But when he tiptoed to the door, hand on the knob, he suddenly rembered: he had nowhere to go. So he abandoned the idea, sat cross-legged in the center of the room again, and resud tinkering with parts.
Just half an hour ago he'd been here building training equipnt, only to be ambushed by Rudolf and forced to stop.
Now, since she clearly wasn't going to pounce for the ti being—and Mizuno had nothing better to do—he quietly resud his assembly work.
He kept the noise of his tools to a minimum. She, in turn, let her pen glide as softly as possible across the paper. The room grew library-silent, to the point where they could hear the faint brushing of each other's clothes against skin.
The two worked in tacit understanding, each absorbed in their own task, neither disturbing the other.
This lasted until evening—until both their stomachs grumbled.
"Hah..." Mizuno rubbed his stiff neck and stood slowly, exhaling wearily.
"Mm~" Rudolf set down her pen and stretched.
Their eyes t. After a brief pause, Mizuno quickly turned his head away, while Rudolf kept gazing with interest.
"..." Feeling awkward under her stare, Mizuno scratched his cheek and muttered:
"You're hungry too, right? I'll go make dinner."
"Heh, a al cooked by Otouto..." Rudolf's eyes glimred with expectation.
"Teio always goes on about how amazing your cooking is. At last, I'll get to taste it myself. Then I'll leave it to you."
"Mm." Mizuno nodded and headed for the kitchen.
Rudolf didn't just sit idly—she followed, helping wash vegetables, passing spices, doing small tasks.
Half an hour later, a simple yet fragrant and beautiful al was served on the table.
Though she had prepared herself ntally, once Rudolf actually tasted it, she was stunned.
"Mm~ truly delicious. If only I could eat such als every day..." She rested her chin in her hand, smiling at Mizuno.
"...Thank you for the complint." Mizuno's mouth twitched as he answered modestly.
Please don't an that the way I think you an it...
Even though it was her first ti eating such food, Rudolf still maintained her etiquette at the table—chewing slowly, unhurried, with regal bearing.
Not like Gold Ship, who always ate sloppily, never ladylike at all. Sotis, with her huge gestures, she even jabbed her own eye with chopsticks and ended up rolling on the floor.
Of course, Mizuno wasn't much better. Because of his outfit, he usually just dumped food in, and since he liked to think while eating, he often choked, ending up rolling on the ground with Broshi too.
After dinner, Rudolf borrowed a clean towel, went into the bath. Ten minutes later she erged, fresh-faced and rosy, clad in the nightwear she'd brought, and sat at the desk again to resu her Student Council work.
That was when Mizuno suddenly realized—
With Broshi gone, he no longer had to fear the bathroom exploding if he didn't finish in five minutes!
Which ant... he could bathe as long as he liked!
"Wuhu~" He charged into the bathroom empty-handed, elated.
He soaked for half an hour. When he erged again, he felt light as air, steam rising from his head even through the [Doctor's Outfit].
Then he sprawled comfortably on the sofa, pulled out his phone, and made his usual rounds of emotional maintenance with the girls.
As always, chatting with Urara, Rice Shower, and McQueen only took a few words to make them happy. Teio and King Halo, though, needed thousands of lines of conversation, sotis even a selfie with the day's TV program in the background, or they'd worry he'd vanished.
The one he chatted most with was jiro Ardan.
That little girl who loved China adored Mizuno's history lessons. Every night she'd chat with him until deep into the night.
Tonight was the sa. They talked and talked until Ardan herself suggested stopping.
[Ardan]: Chatting with Mizuno-san is truly delightful. But it grows late, and this girl feels weary. I look forward to asking you more tomorrow.
"Huh?" Mizuno blinked, glanced at the phone's corner. Past 1 a.m. already.
Normally, Broshi would remind him of the ti, then they'd stop and go to bed. This was the first ti he had talked so long without noticing—until Ardan reminded him.
He said goodbye, then turned his head—and found Rudolf still working.
"Rudol—"
"Mm?" Her brows arched.
"Luna-nee..." He corrected himself instantly.
"Mm~" At the title she wanted, her frown eased into a smile.
"What is it?"
Mizuno pointed at the clock.
"It's late. Ti to sleep."
"Is it..." Rudolf stared at the clock blankly, rubbed her tired eyes.
"Thanks for the reminder. I suppose it is."
Yawning, she lay down on the bed. Then, spotting Mizuno preparing to sleep on the sofa, she patted the space beside her with a sly grin.
"Co now, Otouto, sleep here. If you insist on the sofa, onee-san just might Uma Pyoi you~"
"Tch..." Mizuno clicked his tongue, hugged the pillow from the bed, and lay down beside her.
"Good boy~" Rudolf stroked his head as reward.
Her hand was gentle, brimming with true big-sisterly affection.
If only she hadn't clutched his sleeve at the sa ti—to make sure he couldn't sneak away at midnight—it would have been perfect...
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