Ranobe Mo Ore Mo Sukina Gyaru - Volume 1 Chapter 9.3

Gal and Preferred Type 3

“For now, let me tell you the selling points that can make Yoda, who seems to have a hard time with gals, like them!

Saying this, Tsumakawa-san removed her hand and took out a tablet from her bag.

Then, she skillfully launched an app and displayed the cover of a certain digital magazine.

The title of that magazine was 『leg』

…On the tablet’s screen, there were eye-catching images of a flashy white gal and a black gal, both in striking poses.

Tsumakawa then pointed to the black gal on the cover and said,

“This is my best friend, Kanachamu! Isn’t she cute? Doesn’t she have an amazing aura?”

“Well… I can’t exactly say she’s not cute, but I can’t exactly say she’s cute either.”

“Ugh, you’re such a hassle… Well, I get it. You’re not interested in her, right? You’re more into this one, aren’t you?”

While saying this, Tsumakawa swiped the tablet and flipped through the pages of the magazine.

Among them was a snap of a gal standing gracefully on a Shibuya street corner… I couldn’t help but gaze intently at the girl on the screen.

Though she had flashy clothing, her makeup was somewhat understated.

She stood with her body slightly turned, bathed in the setting sun’s glow, gazing at us with a smile.

—It wasn’t the usual Tsumakawa-san that I saw at school. It was a different side of her, a professional persona.

She was a first-year high school student fighting in the adult world, a cool and confident Tsumakawa-san.

She’s usually such a cheerful girl, and yet, even though I should have seen the same smile, the one captured in this model’s work and her usual one felt different…

I pondered while observing the photo, and then I noticed a gaze from the side.

I turned to see—Tsumakawa-san grinning broadly as she looked at my profile. What’s with that expression…

“Could it be, Yoda, you finally like me?”

“N-No… it’s not that I like you…”

“Really? I mean, who wouldn’t think that she likes you when she sees you staring at her with that blank expression on your face? …If you want it, I have the physical magazine at home. I can give it to you next time?”

“I-I don’t really want it, so it’s fine…”

“Well, don’t hesitate. I’ll openly bring it to school for you. ——But just to be clear, don’t jerk off to me just because I’m cute, okay?”

“Don’t say jerk off!”

Geez, that’s so explicit! You’re making me embarrassed!

While I was internally reacting like this, Tsumakawa seemed to be deep in thought, her chin resting on her hand. Then she continued:

“…Well, I don’t mind if you get a good shagging from me. Honestly, I’d rather you didn’t get turned on by anyone else. ——So, Yoda, don’t get turned on by anyone other than me, okay?”

“Do you even realize how dirty your words are?”

Receiving my retort, Tsumakawa laughed again, looking amused.

Seriously, gals have nothing but mischievous remarks to pester introverts with… I thought, and then she spoke in her energetic voice.

“Well, for starters, here’s a gal’s selling point: ‘Being cute!’ “

“…I don’t disagree that Tsumakawa-san is cute, but it’s impressive that you can say it confidently.”

“Well, I am cuter than most girls around here, right? Besides, since I make a job out of being cute, I put effort into it. Look at her… I’m winning, winning, overwhelmingly winning!”

“Stop being so arrogant and pointing at all the girls on their way out of school——we all have to live without saying these things! “

“Well, you know, when you’re living in a group, it’s important to be considerate in your actions. But I’ve decided not to live like that.”

“Th-This gal… She’s so self-assured…!”

“Come on, Yoda, you do it too. Who’s winning?”

“…You’re winning.”

When Tsumakawa pointed at a passing female student and then at herself, asking which of them was winning, I pointed to Tsumakawa-san and said so.

In response, she raised her excitement and started patting my head, saying, ‘Yay! I’m really happy when you praised me like that, Yoda!’

…I hope she doesn’t misunderstand, but I didn’t point at her because I wanted her to like me, okay?

It’s just that I couldn’t lie and say ‘Tsumakawa is not as cute,’ so I said it… It might sound a bit tsundere, but it’s the truth, really!

I thought as I smoothed down my hair that she had messed up, continuing my words.

“Well, I don’t mean to be a judge, but in the first place, there’s no winning or losing in appearance, you know? People looking cute to others is ultimately a matter of personal preference; cute and cool people are just perceived that way by a larger number of people….which means handsome men don’t exist in this world. And in other words, I don’t envy Horito at all. I just wish handsome men would be charged more consumption tax than us.”

“Uh, what kind of national policy is that? Isn’t that driven by personal grudges?”

Tsumakawa was exasperated by my remark, but I genuinely thought this way.

Since handsome men have an advantage in terms of looks, they should balance that out somewhere else.

Well, if that’s the case, maybe we should give a monetary gift to all the unattractive people in the country…

Ugh, I don’t want to stand in line at an unattractive people’s monetary gift distribution though…