I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga

Ichijo Academy Beauty Contest.

It was a contest filled with troubles and chatter, but it successfully reached its conclusion.

Aside from the prize money, the participation of numerous renowned beauties from the school also drew significant attention.

And at the end of such a fierce competition, the one who claimed first place was none other than Rika.

In other words, in addition to the prize money of 50,000 yen, Rika also became the owner of the wish ticket that Sasha had put up as a prize.

After the contest, when I ran into Rika in the hallway, her simple request for a wish was quite straightforward.

“After the cultural festival ends tomorrow, please make some time for me.”

I was slightly taken aback by how simple the wish was compared to what I had expected, but Rika dashed off toward where her parents were after saying that.

Thus, the confusing day passed, and the morning of the last day of the cultural festival arrived.

Just before opening the shop, the Class President said this.

“We’ve had an incredibly busy time over the last three days. Thanks to that, we exceeded our sales target by 300%, so I thought I’d at least give everyone some time to rest on the last day.”

Upon hearing her words, we looked at each other’s faces.

Since the start of the festival, the boys had been running around in maid outfits, and the girls in butler uniforms, sweating on their feet.

Hearing that we exceeded our target sales by 300% made us feel even prouder.

“Great! Since it’s our last day of business, let’s put our all into it!”

Satoru, the mood-maker, raised his right hand and shouted this, causing our classmates to look around and raise their hands in response with “Ooo…!”

Although it felt a bit deflated, I smiled at the thought that this was how our class was, tying the apron I held around my body.

November 16th. Thursday. Clear weather.

Today marked the grand finale of the four-day school festival.

Of course, the final exams would soon follow the end of the festival, but it was better to think about such troublesome matters later.

It was more efficient to have fun when it was time to relax and study when it was time to work.

As it was the last day of the festival, it felt like the number of customers had significantly decreased compared to the second and third days.

It seemed that everyone who would come had already done so, with only outsiders and those hearing rumors stopping by.

Thanks to that, there weren’t as many customers until we closed for the morning, allowing us to finish business smoothly, and I cooked with the leftover ingredients for everyone to have lunch.

“Wow! This Chinese omelet rice is really delicious!”

“The soup is amazing!”

“Kim, your cooking skills are no joke!”

The kids who were busy working finally tried the Chinese omelet rice and tantan noodles for the first time today and praised me, giving me thumbs up.

Having worked closely together to prepare for the festival, it felt like my classmates treated me more comfortably than before, which made me feel good.

After finishing the meal, I picked up my empty bowl and stood up first, heading toward the Student Council room before anyone could stop me.

Knock knock!

“Come in.”

Click!

As I entered the Student Council room, I found the President just finishing a meal, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

“You arrived 30 minutes earlier than our appointment. I would’ve been angry if you were late like last time in Asakusa.”

“It’s a rare date, after all. I shouldn’t keep the President waiting, right?”

“Fufu, that deserves a perfect score.”

Hearing my answer, the President smiled with satisfaction and stood up.

Seeing this, Minami, who was clearing the plates, asked,

“Miss, will you be skipping tea time?”

In response, the President nodded readily.

“I’ll skip it today. I think I’ll end up snacking naturally while walking around the school with Yu-seong.”

“Understood.”

As Minami pushed the cart away, the President stepped closer and extended her right hand to me.

“Well then, Yu-seong, I’ll leave the escorting to you today.”

“Understood.”

I naturally took the President’s right hand.

The familiar warmth transmitted through our hands.

It was a sensation I hadn’t felt much lately, and it made my blood rush throughout my body.

“Where would you like to go first?”

The President put her finger on her chin, thinking for a moment, before smiling brightly and saying.

“I’d be happy anywhere as long as you’re with me.”

A date with the President.

It felt like a long time since I had the chance to do this, especially after she had left our home to take over her family’s estate.

During that time, we could only act like a couple in the Student Council room due to our secret relationship, making it even harder to quench the accumulated thirst for a proper date.

But today was different.

I could simply say we were out together to bond as members of the Student Council under the pretext of the cultural festival.

“Oh! There’s a whack-a-mole game! I want to try it!”

The President, who naturally linked arms with me like an ordinary couple, led me towards the mini game booth.

It was run by first-year students, and besides the whack-a-mole game, they had various games like shooting, basketball tossing, and water balloon throwing.

“It’s 50 yen for one try.”

“Here you go.”

The President naturally paid the money and took the mallet, rolling up the sleeves of her school uniform.

“Ready… Go!”

And as soon as it started, she began hitting the moles with the mallet at an incredible speed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The score on the meter began to rise sharply.

It was amusing to see a noble lady, who probably had never lifted anything heavier than a spoon, so intensely focused on a simple whack-a-mole game.

NEW SCORE!

“Phew!”

After finally setting a new record, the President put down the mallet and wiped the sweat beading on her forehead with a satisfied expression.

“This is quite a workout too.”

“Ah, yes.”

I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and handed it to her, asking.

“Is there anything else you’d like to do?”

The President glanced around the game booths and pointed to the shooting game.

“I learned shooting as part of my elective courses a while back.”

“…Then let’s head over there.”

What on earth does it mean to be a noble lady?

Such thoughts briefly crossed my mind, but I refrained from voicing them.

It was generally expected in love comedies that a rich girl excelled at everything.

The same held true for the world of Scramble Love.

As we moved to the shooting game, a first-year student kindly explained how to play, and the rules were similar to those of typical shooting games seen at summer festivals.

The only difference was that the bullets were BBs instead of corks.

The first prize was still a large stuffed toy.

Bang! Bang!

“Close! If it had swayed just a bit more, it would have fallen!”

Since it was a common game, there were customers who arrived first. Despite their decent shooting skills, they couldn’t knock down the target with the highest score.

The can, which had seemed like it would fall at any moment when hit, quickly returned to its original position.

They probably put a weight inside the can or something.

This was a common trick used by salespeople.

If you put a weight heavier than the can inside, it would sway left and right like a Weeble but never fall over.

As expected, the BB bullet shot by the President hit the can perfectly, but due to the weight inside, it wobbled like a Weeble before standing upright again.

Watching this, I spoke to the President.

“Let me borrow the gun for a moment.”

“The gun?”

Instead of answering, I demonstrated through action.

I secured my stance by shouldering the rifle, then checked the target position using the sights instead of a scope.

Bang! Bang!

With just two shots, I knocked the teasing can down in an instant.

The key was to disrupt the center of gravity that was concentrated at the bottom.

“Congratulations! You’ve won the first prize!”

With the congratulatory remarks from the first-year students, who didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, I received a large stuffed toy.

As I handed it over to the President, she hugged the stuffed toy and smiled at me brighter than she had all day.

“Thank you! I’ll treasure this.”

…That smile she occasionally showed was definitely unfair.

Feeling a sudden shyness, I scratched the back of my head and turned away from her gaze.

After that, the President and I roamed around doing typical couple activities.

We shared food from street stalls, enjoyed refreshments at student-run cafes, participated in various experience activities, and sat on benches leaning against each other while silently enjoying peaceful moments.

We created countless memories together.

As we spent time together, time quickly passed, and soon it was already 5 PM.

As the cultural festival came to an end, the President, who had been leaning against my shoulder, said wistfully.

“If I’d known this would happen, I should have confessed a bit earlier.”

“Why is that?”

“I didn’t realize how fun the cultural festival could be in my second year. But now that I’ve spent such an enjoyable time, I’m feeling a sense of loss since today will be the last cultural festival I can share with you, Yu-seong.”

As she spoke, the President smiled sadly and glanced up at me, whispering softly.

“Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering immediately, I glanced around briefly.

It seemed that there was no one else around except for the President and me, likely because it was a quiet time.

Feeling confident it was safe, I boldly pressed my lips against hers.

It wasn’t a deep kiss with tongue but a simple peck.

But for now, that was enough.

“……”

As I quietly pulled my lips away, the President, who had been tightly closing her eyes, slowly opened them and said.

“I like you, Yu-seong. Now and forever.”

“I like you too, President.”

I whispered that, tightly embracing the President’s delicate form.

For a while, we held each other tightly, feeling each other’s warmth.