The Unattainable Flower Called The Ice Queen of the School Reika Himuro Is My Pet - Chapter 21

The Rumors Are Getting Out of Hand

“What?”

“What?”

No, no, no, how did we go from that topic to licking my skin?

I don’t get it.

“Would it really be so bad to let me lick you a little?”

“No, why would you even do that?”

“Okay, fine. Just having you put a collar on me and hold the leash feels like a dream come true. Licking Master right now would be a bit too ambitious, huh?”

With that said, whether Reika is convinced or not, I don’t know, but she stops trying to lick me, which is a relief.

And then Reika, with a blissful expression on her face, hugs me just like she did before and starts marking me with her scent.

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“Himuro-san, good morning!”

“Ah, good morning.”

I was in the classroom before the start of classes this morning.

My focus was on Reika, who is my pet, in terms of relationship.

She was sitting in her seat in the middle of the classroom, and as classmates of both genders came to greet her, she returned their greetings.

“Man, Himuro-san really are popular.”

“I suppose.”

Honestly, I still don’t understand why someone as popular as she is would confess to me.

She’s stunningly beautiful, too, so it feels like I’m punching above my weight.

I understand why my sister might think, ‘Did you force her into this relationship by doing something underhanded?’

I’m fully aware that we’re not well-matched.

“If I could have such a beauty as a girlfriend, I wouldn’t mind being treated like a pet. Actually, I’d prefer to be her pet!”

“…Are you sane?”

“Of course! I’d even want to be stepped on by Himuro-san’s feet, and be scolded every day! Don’t you know I’m a total M?”

“No, even if you say it like I should know, I have no clue whether you’re an M or not…”

For a moment, the phrase ‘I want to be her pet’ made my heart skip a beat, but it seemed that my friend is just a huge M.

Also, I really wish we could avoid having conversations that lead to misunderstandings, especially after overhearing a few female classmates who had eavesdropped on a conversation between me and my friend Keisuke Tojo asking, ‘I wonder which one of them is the dominant?’ and saying ‘Well, since he admits he’s a masochist, it must not be Tojo.’

The reputational damage from such gossip is just too much.

While I was thinking about this, I started hearing excited squeals from the girls in the classroom.

It seems that the ace of the basketball team, who is a senior in the third grade, has come to my class.

And, as expected, this senior walks straight to Himuro’s seat.

“Himuro-san, do you have a moment right now?”