"Ah, look, it's Kujo-san!
"It really is! How lucky, I didn't expect to walk with Kujo-san to school today."
"What a beauty... Does the Kujo family only produce beauties? Her older sister is so pretty, and her younger sister is no less stunning."
The school gate today, just like any other day, was staging a scene of a princess's arrival. The ice-like beauty frowned slightly, her pretty face displaying an indifferent expression that deterred countless boys who wished to approach her, leaving them only to whisper secretly.
Alisa Mikhailovna Kujo, one of the top students at this school. Excellent in academics, all-around in sports, and serving as the student council accountant, she was, in every aspect, one of those model students teachers often praised to educate others.
If that wasn't enough, her overwhelming beauty surpassed even her brilliant resume.
Her Japanese-Russian heritage gave her snow-white, crystal-clear, dream-like silver hair and a goddess-level appearance. The cute red hair ribbon at her temples couldn't melt her icy, unapproachable demeanor. A glance from her ethereal blue eyes made one feel as if their heart had stopped.
It was the heartfelt shock one felt when facing something perfect yet fragile, witnessing such pure beauty.
Her height of 170cm made her stand out among the crowd, particularly prominent among other girls. The suit uniform of the aristocratic academy enveloped her well-developed, curvaceous figure, making her appear dignified and elegant. Her long legs, clad in white over-the-knee socks, seemed to possess a magical allure, drawing the gaze of every passing boy. The short skirt swayed, her thighs brushed together, and that tantalizing glimpse naturally sparked countless imaginations.
Noble, aloof, beautiful, sexy—the girl named Alisa seemed to embody all the finest qualities a woman could possess, captivating men and even other girls with her appearance.
As if to underscore this charm, a handsome, dashing, and frivolous figure, making the surrounding boys grit their teeth, blocked her path.
"Excuse me, are you Alisa-san?" The self-satisfied man wore a fake smile, yet couldn't hide the astonishment and greed in his eyes. "I wonder if I have the honor..."
"Not interested, don't care, goodbye."
Before he could finish, the ice-like, crystal-clear girl walked past his frozen figure, not even sparing him a glance, leaving behind the surrounding onlookers stifling their laughter.
"Pfft, another one... How many is that now?"
"The third one this week, I think. Sigh, I think I saw him confess to Masha-san last time. Tsk, greedy fellow, does he think the younger sister will be as easy to talk to as the older sister?"
"Exactly, exactly, that's the 'Aloof Princess,' how could she ever get close to a man?"
"Ah, I'm content just watching Alisa from afar like this. Anyway, since no one can have her, it's good enough to just feast our eyes at school..."
Faint voices drifted into Alisa's ears, making the "Aloof Princess," who appeared cold and unapproachable to outsiders, grit her teeth.
"Seriously, are all guys perverted with their brains in their pants? How boring. I'd rather die than date someone like that.
Alisa, who appeared cold but was as delicate-minded as any normal girl, secretly sighed.
The effort and cost paid by an omnipotent genius, a flawless superman, are unimaginable. Compared to her gentle and lovely older sister, Alisa, who couldn't let go of her pride, simply worked hard, harder, and even harder. Whether it was sports or academics, anything she could do best, she held her breath and was determined to do it perfectly.
When she came to her senses, she realized that there was no longer understanding and companionship around her, only awe and admiration.
It's okay, it's okay... as long as, as long as that person still...
"Haa... Yo, Alya, good morning."
Hearing such a greeting, Alisa turned her head and saw a handsome boy yawning, casually greeting her.
I knew it.
"Good morning, Masachika." Every time she saw his lazy, nonchalant demeanor, Alisa, who felt like she was wound up, couldn't help but grit her teeth. "Lack of sleep again? Did you stay up all night watching new anime again yesterday?"
"No, the recent new anime is too boring. I fell asleep watching 'Mao Mei'. It's just that a mobile game event started, and I couldn't help but grind a little late. When I came to my senses, it was already 3 AM... Haa~"
As he spoke, the boy couldn't help but yawn again, making Alisa's temples throb.
Kuse Masachika, one of Alisa's few male friends at school. Although he had a good appearance, his slovenly manner and the way he shouted "Wife!" at paper figures made everyone automatically exclude him from the competition. Now, the only thing everyone was curious about was why our great princess would condescend to such a guy and be so patient with him.
Why was that? Because I like him...
Alisa, in her heart, uttered a confession that would shock, make all the boys in the school cry out, and break their hearts. She couldn't help but secretly glance up at this oblivious fool, then quickly withdrew her gaze.
What is natural for a genius is as difficult as ascending to heaven for ordinary people. It is precisely because she has to do everything perfectly that Alisa can become the Alisa she is today. And because of this, Alisa cannot understand or tolerate companions who cannot do the same things, or even those who don't even have the thought of "wanting to do well."
Therefore, at some point, the princess no longer had companions, and no longer expected others.
It wasn't until her third year of junior high, when Alisa, who had been working hard alone, was corrected by Kuse Masachika and received his help, ultimately achieving great success, that her thinking began to change.
In return, Alisa allowed Kuse Masachika to call her by her nickname "Alya," and from then on, she unconsciously paid attention to this seemingly carefree boy who never seemed to be enthusiastic about anything.
He could do anything if he put his mind to it, so why did he always waste his talent?
"But, he's so cool when he's serious (Russian)," Alisa muttered softly. "But he's also cute like this (Russian)."
Kuse Masachika froze.
"What's wrong, Masachika?"
"No, nothing... Did you just say something, Alya?"
"Hmm? Are you asking about that? What I said was..."
At this point, the girl looked up, her eyes, which rarely showed emotion, now curved into crescent moons.
"Masachika, you're such an idiot."
Kuse Masachika sighed.
What Kuse Masachika hadn't told anyone except one person was that, as a child, in order to get along with the Russian girl next door, his Russian proficiency was almost fluent. And since their family moved away, no third person knew that Kuse Masachika had this skill.
Including Alisa, who was next to him, who mistakenly thought he didn't understand, and so fearlessly spoke her true feelings in Russian.
"Is it fun to tease me like this all the time? Alright, alright, class is about to start, let's go to the classroom."
The girl and the boy, the princess and the attendant, the ambiguous buds were slowly breaking through the soil, growing between the two who were experiencing love for the first time.
And because of this, neither Alisa nor Kuse Masachika noticed that a pair of eyes was watching them from the activity room upstairs. The greed and lust in those eyes burned even more intensely as they stared at Alisa's perfect face.