The end of the dinner. Kengo Ohashi gave his instructions when there was only dessert left to be served.
[Whoa, wait a minute. What’s for dessert, my sister?]
(What?)
Shizuku Natsukawa almost let her voice leak out in response to a question that was less important than the instructions given so far.
Above all, she is now eating face-to-face with Shota Komori.
Just answering the question itself is a challenge.
Shizuku Natsukawa pretended to cough and turned her head to the back of the room.
“…Cough. Mont Blanc or dried fruit platter. Can you please stop asking me such boring questions?”
Kengo Ohashi heard this and thought for exactly 0.3 seconds.
(I believe the restaurant my sister entered has many desserts that are made with alcohol. Mont Blanc would be one of them. I don’t like to take advantage of my sister’s constitution, but I’m going to be a demon today.)
[Okay. Have the Mont Blanc.]
(What!?)
Shizuku Natsukawa was leaning towards the dried fruit platter, and she was not pleased to hear that.
“Wait a minute. Why do I even have to be told what to have for dessert, Kengo? That’s just not right.”
“Dear customer, which would you like for dessert?”
The waitress asked Shizuku Natsukawa who was concentrating on her conversation.
“Eh, um… Well then–“
She dithered on the spur of the moment, but,
“–I’d like to order the Mont Blanc, please.”
She ordered as her brother instructed.
Kengo Ohashi’s intentions are quite simple.
He wants Shota Komori to take care of Shizuku Natsukawa.
Shizuku Natsukawa has no tolerance for alcohol, and when she gets drunk, she becomes unruly.
Kengo Ohashi and her parents experienced this when she was in elementary school, so much so that they made an agreement that she should never consume alcohol.
Soon after, Shizuku Natsukawa took a bite of the Mont Blanc.
“…Hicc.”
“Um… Natsukawa-san?”
“Ehh~ Why is Shota-kyun… I see, we’re married now, aren’t we?”
!? (!?)
Shota Komori and Tenshi Izumi couldn’t hide their confusion at the sudden childishness.
A confirmation immediately flies into his earpiece.
[Hey, what’s going on all of a sudden, Shota-san! Natsukawa-san’s condition is getting strange!? Could it be that she climaxed?]
“No, even if you ask me… As soon as she took a bite of the Mont Blanc, she suddenly turned like this–“
In the middle of saying this, the smell of alcohol wafted through the air.
Komori put his face close to the offered Mont Blanc and sniffed it with his hands in an agitated manner.
“–Um, Izumi-san?”
[What’s wrong?]
“How do you take care of a drunk girl?”
[What!? Don’t tell me she got drunk from the small amount of alcohol contained in the cake!? She doesn’t need to be taken care of. She needs to be taken home!]
“Give me a break…”
Shota Komori is fed up with his hand on his forehead.
“What’s wrong, Shota-kyun~? Are you sick~ by any chance? Do you want me to give you a kiss?”
Shizuku Natsukawa peeks at him.
Shota Komori, faced with a beautiful girl whose cheeks are flushed and is acting childishly, barks inwardly.
(Never let this person drink alcohol! How can I not be conscious if she shows me something like this!?)