Chapter 298: My Grandfather is The Principal
Occult Research Club.
The current president was still the person Sakurai Saki had met before, named Atenbo Yume.
She looked a bit gloomy; during the culture festival she had run a fortune-telling booth, and when Sakurai Saki and Hayasaka Ai visited, they tried it once—the result was pretty good.
Senpai had said the two of them would have a happy ending.
Sakurai Saki hadn't doubted it, because in that future diary it was written…
Wait a second! The diary had said that later he would marry Chika, while his relationship with Ai-chan wasn't clearly stated.
Probably meant marriage too, right?
Back then the diary had also told him to treat Nino better…
Reality proved that diary was frighteningly accurate, holding him tight.
It hadn't mentioned anything about something happening with the other four Nakano sisters, so maybe nothing in between would be a problem?
Sakurai Saki was thinking nonsense as he walked up the club building stairs.
Because think about it: if you add in all five sisters, then he really would be a complete scumbag.
How could Ai-chan ever accept that?
Just with Chika alone she had already said she wouldn't agree to date him until five years later... Wait! Wait! Five years later?!
The diary said it came from himself five years in the future, didn't it?
"…So accurate."
Everything was a circle, the world-line tightening.
All the foreshadowing from the future diary was now perfectly clear.
"I really am amazing," Sakurai Saki murmured to himself.
No one could predict five years ahead—except him.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at the door of the Occult Research Club on the third floor. For reference, Chika's club was on the fourth.
Knock knock~
"Come in," a soft, slow voice of Atenbo Yume drifted out.
"Atenbo-senpai, where's the document you mentioned?"
Sakurai Saki pushed the door open and found the room very dark.
He glanced around—turns out the curtains weren't drawn and the lights weren't on.
"Senpai, why don't you turn on the light?"
"Want a fortune-telling?" Atenbo Yume sat in the center, a crystal ball placed on the table.
"…Senpai, your family runs a Shinto shrine. Why are you using a crystal ball for fortune-telling?"
This was something he had wanted to ask for a long time.
By logic, in Japan shouldn't she use a more Japanese style of divination?
Like drawing omikuji sticks at a shrine for New Year.
"Saki Saki, you really have no sense of fun."
"Saki Saki?"
It was the first time Sakurai Saki had heard that nickname; honestly, it felt a bit strange.
"Alright then, I'll still call you Sakurai-kouhai."
Atenbo Yume narrowed her eyes, a faint smile curving her lips.
"Kouhai, keep a little distance from me. The 'aura' on you is a bit odd—if you get too close, I might catch it."
She can sense it too?
Probably just an instinct for danger, not that she really knew what effect it had.
"The document's in that cabinet. Just give it to President Shirogane."
"What's written inside?"
"You're interested in that?"
"You specifically asked me to come, of course I'm curious."
Sakurai Saki deliberately kept some space between them—he definitely didn't want the tragedy of being hugged by a big-breasted, half-closed-eyes senpai.
After taking the document and heading back to the door, he finally heard her answer:
"It's about the next year's Occult Research Club—documents for handing over to the student council."
"I see."
He gave a slight bow and said, "I'll head out then, senpai. Goodbye."
"Kouhai, wait a moment," Atenbo Yume suddenly spoke.
"What is it?" Sakurai Saki asked in puzzlement.
"The new term in April… forget it. Some things, if said aloud, won't stay effective. May everything go smoothly," Atenbo Yume muttered softly.
"I'll close the door now."
Sakurai Saki didn't wait for her to reply and directly pulled the door shut.
People who talk in riddles—he hated that the most.
Still, she had leaked a little information: something unexpected might happen in April?
But in the end it should turn out well.
And speaking of the unexpected, Sakurai Saki honestly couldn't think of anything.
The only thing that came to mind as a real surprise might be something like the Shinomiya family suddenly going bankrupt.
...
Shirogane Miyuki still had things to do, and it was a bit early to return to the student council room, so Sakurai Saki decided to head upstairs to check out the board game club.
He had been there before, but the place was simply too chaotic.
Fujiwara Chika was chaotic enough, and the other two members were no better.
One of them had the nickname tera-ko.
Sakurai Saki didn't know her real name, only that her family name was Terashima, so the nickname probably came from that.
Tera-ko was a third-year senpai and currently a professional FPS player.
She had even studied abroad for a year, and the principal was actually her grandfather—this year she could graduate entirely thanks to connections.
[My Grandfather is The Principal]—tsk, this society of connections is truly disgusting.
But a high schooler who was already a professional player, said to have great skill, really couldn't be underestimated.
The other was Makihara Kozue, a first-year student, but Sakurai Saki had never heard her use honorifics.
During the culture festival, when Sakurai had been an executive member, he had interacted with a few people from the board game club; her personality wasn't bad, just rather playful, and she liked to tease him about his relationship with Chika.
Knock knock!
"Who is it?" Chika was the first to speak.
"Probably the media club again? They love coming to interview us…"
The footsteps drew closer. Makihara Kozue opened the door, glanced at Sakurai Saki, and then said in an exaggerated voice:
"Chika!!! Your secret lover is here!!"
Secret lover? What was she even talking about?
If a man and a woman had never had any kind of intimate relationship, could you call it an affair?These days, is the body more important, or the spirit?
After thinking for a few seconds, even Sakurai Saki felt a little confused.
"Chika, what are you guys… uh?"
Sakurai Saki peeked his head in and found them wearing a pile of clothes.
Sakurai: ∘ ∘ ∘ (ᵕ—ᴗ—) ?
Why were they wearing so many layers in the clubroom?
"If you're playing 'endurance contest,' shouldn't it be summer with no air conditioning?"Sakurai Saki recalled a game Fujiwara Chika had once mentioned.
The endurance contest was a masochistic summer game—wear as many clothes as possible and see who could withstand the heat longest.
"We're playing strip poker."
Fujiwara Chika was bundled up like a rice dumpling.
Luckily it was still cold now, or she might have died from the heat.
Sakurai Saki stepped into the room.
"Saki-kun, want to join us? Let's take off clothes together," Fujiwara Chika invited.
Chika: (≖⩊≖)
"I'm not close with Terako-senpai, and Makihara-san I only just met. How could I play something like this with you guys?"
As soon as he said it, even he felt his own words were a bit perverted.
Everyone slips up sometimes.
He braced himself to be scolded.
But unexpectedly——
"It's fine. We won't take off our uniforms, just the clothes on top."
Chika's eyes sparkled—it was clear she was eager to take off Sakurai Saki's clothes.
That's way too tame. If you don't strip down to underwear, what's even the fun?
That, of course, Sakurai Saki didn't dare to say.
"You guys play. I'm leaving."
Thud.
The door was shut—Makihara Kozue's doing.
"I'm very interested in undressing the school's 'public boyfriend,' Sakurai-senpai. I won't let you run."
Makihara Koharu spoke a nickname Sakurai Saki hadn't heard in a long time.
That nickname was still going around? It had been over half a year!
"Oh right, Tera-ko has been downgraded to Mega-ko—before that she even went through the nickname Giga-ko."
Mega?
How did that come about?
T, G, M? Prefixes from the international unit system? Sakurai Saki guessed so.
"Don't be like that. Can't you see Sakurai-san is very embarrassed?"T… no, Mega-ko spoke up.
"Alright, alright," Makihara Koharu said with a bit of disappointment.
Sakurai Saki let out a sigh of relief. He really didn't want to play that weird strip poker game.
"I'll be going now."
"Yeah yeah, Saki-kun, bye bye~" Chika waved.
Before leaving, Sakurai Saki heard their voices through the door.
"Oh right, Mega-ko, do you really want to graduate? Why not stay another year?"
"Well… repeating third year three times wouldn't be good. I don't want to stay back again."
"Ugh, not fair! You play FPS games every day—how can you still graduate?!"
Why indeed?
Because she had a grandfather who was the principal, of course!