The Unattainable Flower Called The Ice Queen of the School Reika Himuro Is My Pet - Chapter 32

Meow? ٩( ᐛ )و

『Cause you put it on me…』

『Yes?』

『Cause you put the collar on me yesterday, Master…』

Who is this person…?

It’s common for someone to come across differently in text messages than in face-to-face conversations, but Reika’s text responses have always been typical of her: succinct and direct.

She certainly isn’t the type to end her sentences with “だもん” (“’cause”).

And yet, look at the message she just sent back. It makes me want to pull my hair out!

Trying not to provoke Reika, who’s now responding in strangely childlike language, I reply as gently as possible.

『Right, I did put a collar and a leash on you yesterday. But isn’t that a different matter from wearing a choker to school and announcing that you belong to your boyfriend?』

『But Master put a collar and leash on me yesterday (；ω；)Sad.』

What is she talking about!?

Something is off.

Reika may typically be a bit perverse, but she’s by no means stupid.

In fact, she’s quite smart, so she shouldn’t be sending such illogical responses.

And I’ve never seen her use emoticons or trendy expressions in her messages or regular conversations before.

If she were gradually changing like that, I might understand, but such a sudden change must have some reason behind it.

With that thought, I arrive at a single conclusion.

『…hey, Reika?』

『What, Master? Are we going for a walk outside today? Yay!! ∩^ω^∩ Hooray!』

『You’re avoiding my question by pretending to be excited, aren’t you?』

『Meow? ٩( ᐛ )و』

“Hey, what’s wrong, Yuya? Your face is all red and you’re trembling. Are you really okay?”

Keisuke shows concern and calls out to me.

I really feel guilty for making him worry so much since yesterday, and I’m reminded of the value of having friends.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just a mental thing.”

“Well, if you say you’re fine, I won’t say anything. But you’ve been a bit off since yesterday, haven’t you? If I decide it’s really bad, I’ll drag you to the nurse’s office, okay?”

“Yeah, sorry for making you worry.”

“It’s okay, becasue we’re friends.”

At that moment, for some reason, we hear high-pitched voices from the female students saying, ‘They must definitely be dating, right?!’ “‘How should I calculate this?!’ ‘So precious…’

I don’t really get what they mean, so I just ignore it.