All the Heroines are my Ex-girlfriends

Click.

The door gently closed.

On the bed, Yuki-Nyan sat up.

Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?

/ᐠ • ˕ •マ ?

She shook her little cat head, her cat ears twitching slightly.

Finally, Yuki-Nyan escaped from her state of "depravity."

Thinking about her previous act of acting spoiled—

She just felt so embarrassed she wanted to disappear.

Fortunately, right now, she was just a cat.

A cat couldn't have any bad intentions, right?

But still, being a cat was truly enjoyable—no no no, actually very convenient.

Yet, she couldn't stay a cat forever.

Yuki-Nyan started thinking again—why exactly had she turned into a cat, and how could she turn back?

It was as if a spark of realization flashed through her mind.

She just needed to relax.

That thought naturally surfaced in Yuki-Nyan's head.

Even though there was no basis for it—

But in this situation, there wasn't a better option. Yuki-Nyan decided to trust her own instincts.

So she stretched out her cat body, lay flat on the bed, closed her eyes, and relaxed her mind.

Her tail swayed gently back and forth.

She didn't know how much time had passed—

When Yukino opened her eyes again, she found that she had returned to her familiar human form.

She raised her hand—

Looking at her smooth, fair skin and slender fingers.

Yukino let out a sigh of relief.

Being able to return to normal was a good thing.

But still, what was going on with this whole turning-into-a-cat thing?

If that embarrassing moment of acting spoiled had never happened—

Maybe Yukino would have told Yukima Azuma everything.

She could pour her heart out to him—even if he couldn't offer a solution, at least she could relieve some of the pressure in her heart.

If she told anyone else, they would definitely think she was delusional.

But Yukino believed that if she told Yukima Azuma—

Even if he didn't understand, he would surely listen seriously.

But now—

Yukino felt that she absolutely couldn't bring it up anymore.

Too embarrassing!

She could only find the reason by herself.

Yukino began recalling last night's events.

Compared to usual, nothing seemed particularly special.

If there was anything different—

She remembered—last night, she had fallen asleep while embracing her intense feelings for that boy.

At that time, it seemed like she didn't want to leave Yukima Azuma's side.

She just wanted to cling to him freely without anyone stopping her.

These wishes—if she became a cat, they could come true.

Could it be—this happened because of that wish?

Yukino covered her face in embarrassment.

Her cheeks were so hot they felt like they were about to catch fire.

That was absolutely shameless!

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...

Late morning.

Yukino, now fully dressed, walked down the stairs.

Hearing movement, Yukima Azuma peeked out from his room.

Seeing that Yukino was back to normal, he let out a small sigh of relief.

Then, he pretended to be surprised and said:

"Eh? When did you get back, Yukino? I didn't notice at all!"

Yukino's eyes wavered slightly.

She wasn't the type to lie.

Lying didn't fit her sense of integrity.

But if she had to tell the truth right now, she would rather find a hole to crawl into.

"I was probably cooking just now, so I didn't notice."

"Perfect timing, lunch is almost ready. Come eat."

Seeing Yukino looking a bit flustered, Yukima Azuma took the initiative to help her cover up.

Yukino's fair, jade-like toes curled slightly in her slippers, revealing her nervousness.

But in any case, she had managed to gloss over it.

...

The weekend passed—

Nothing strange happened again.

Yukima Azuma carefully stored away the Charlotte fragment.

Before heading to Itomori, he had no intention of taking out this strange item again.

Monday morning.

Yukima Azuma left the house, preparing to go to Shuchiin Academy.

But as soon as he stepped out the door—

Just as he stepped outside—

Yukima Azuma saw a familiar luxury car.

A red-and-white two-tone Porsche sports car.

In Japan, there weren't many of these.

If you counted both the make and color, there were probably only a handful in all of Tokyo.

He turned away, intending to pretend he hadn't seen it.

But before he could take a few steps—

A soft voice, carrying a hint of mischief, called out beside him.

"Azuma-kun, good morning!"

Yukima Azuma helplessly stopped in his tracks and turned to look.

Yukinoshita Haruno was standing there, beaming brightly, full of energy, and waving at him cheerfully.

ヾ(＾ ∇ ＾).

She was wearing a loose hoodie and comfortable jeans.

She looked just like the friendly older sister next door.

Except she was the gorgeous, wealthy, and perfectly-proportioned kind of older sister.

Haruno could be considered a natural-born "clothes hanger."

No matter what fashion style she wore, she exuded a unique kind of beauty.

This was the first time Yukima Azuma had seen Haruno dressed in such a lazy-beauty style.

Whether from direct impression or past memories—

Haruno had always maintained a professional, polished appearance.

Now, she was giving off a completely different vibe.

Yukima Azuma had to admit, he found it somewhat refreshing.

But only just refreshing.

"Do you need something?" His tone remained indifferent as ever.

Haruno keenly caught the fleeting moment in his gaze—a hint of subtle admiration.

The corners of her lips curled up in amusement.

She patted the luxury car beside her.

"Heading to Shuchiin? We're going the same way. Let your beautiful onee-san give you a ride.~"

Hearing that, Yukima Azuma immediately turned around, ignored Haruno, and continued walking straight toward Shibuya Station.

The sound of footsteps quickly followed behind him.

A soft, slender hand suddenly grabbed his.

"Alright, alright, it's Mom who told me to come and discuss the collaboration with you."

"( – ⌓ – )

Haruno's voice was filled with reluctance.

Hearing this, Yukima Azuma looked at her skeptically.

Was Mrs. Yukinoshita really that impatient?

There was no way that in just two days, the Yukinoshita family had already found a factory, completed brand registration, designed the outfits, and handled all the miscellaneous details, right?

He stared at her for a long moment but found no flaws.

In the end, Yukima Azuma decided to follow Haruno into the red-and-white Porsche.

As soon as the passenger door closed—

That familiar click sound again.

The car doors were locked.

Yukima Azuma immediately shot a glare at Haruno.

Haruno stuck out her tongue playfully.

Clearly, she hadn't been sent here by Mrs. Yukinoshita at all.

The corner of Yukima Azuma's mouth twitched.

His acting skill was already at Lv4, yet he still couldn't see through Haruno's performance.

Just how skilled was this sly fox at acting?

Guardian-sensei, I have failed you.

...

The car started.

Judging by the direction, it was indeed heading toward Shuchiin.

Seeing this, Yukima Azuma abandoned the idea of forcing his way out.

He simply remained silent.

The car sped off into the distance.

To Yukima Azuma's surprise, Yukinoshita Haruno remained silent the entire ride.

Just when he started to suspect she was up to something again—

"Ne, do you really not want to see me that much?"

"Even with strangers, you wouldn't be this cold, right?"

"I know what I did before was too much, and I'm not asking for your forgiveness."

"But… even for me, if I'm treated like this… it would hurt a little, you know…"

Haruno's voice sounded as if she was mumbling to herself.

There was no sign of distress, and certainly no tears.

Her delicate face still carried a faint smile.

But that smile seemed a bit stiff.

And because of that, the impact was even greater.

In that moment, Yukima Azuma even began to wonder if he had been too harsh.

The rest of the ride passed in silence.

Before long, they arrived at Shuchiin.

Yukima Azuma glanced at Haruno, feeling as if he should say something.

At that moment, Haruno leaned over and unfastened his seatbelt for him.

"Thank—"

The words "Thank you" hadn't even left his mouth—

When Haruno suddenly lifted her head and kissed him directly on the lips.

The unexpected action made his eyes widen instantly.

Since he had been about to speak, his lips were slightly parted.

Which worked out perfectly for Yukinoshita Haruno.

Her small, fragrant tongue slipped in without hesitation.

By the time Yukima Azuma reacted and turned his head to escape—

Haruno had already pulled away.

And conveniently opened the car door for him.

"Azuma-kun, study hard~ Bye-bye!"

(´^ω^)ノ

Settling back into the driver's seat, Haruno flashed an innocent smile and waved at him.

The corner of Yukima Azuma's mouth twitched.

Now then, where was the heartbroken look on this sly fox's face?

There was only pure, mischievous satisfaction.

Even though he already understood Haruno's nature—

Yukima Azuma never expected her to go as far as stealing a kiss.

Stepping out of the car, he walked into Shuchiin with a dark expression.

As he disappeared from sight—

Yukinoshita Haruno raised a finger and lightly ran it across her lips.

"Not clumsy at all, and he didn't reject it… If anything, his heart was racing like crazy."

She muttered to herself.

The sadness was real, but so was the scheming.

Today, she had only intended to tease Yukima Azuma a little.

At first, she hadn't planned on stealing a kiss.

But when the moment came, she just went with the flow.

And afterward, she found herself enjoying it immensely.

Haruno couldn't help but wonder—was she becoming a bit too much of a pervert?

.....

On the other side.

As soon as he stepped into Shuchiin, Yukima Azuma ran into Suou Yuki.

"Good morning, Onii-sama."

Since no one else was around, Suou Yuki didn't bother using a normal form of address.

Even though she was greeting Yukima Azuma—

Her gaze kept flickering toward the sports car parked at the school entrance.

Haruno's car windows were one-way tinted.

So, of course, Suou Yuki hadn't seen the kiss earlier.

But when Yukima Azuma stepped out of the car, she did see Haruno sitting inside.

That Chiba fox—why is she with Onii-sama?

Could it be… Onii-sama got tricked by that fox!?

Suou Yuki looked extremely worried!

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