Chapter 59: The Heroines Starts Making Their Moves

Why does this feel so unsettling...

The favorability distribution strategy was definitely effective.

When it drops below 100, they no longer show extreme and violent reactions.

Even though they’re so close, they’re not running wild trying to monopolize me.

Aisha is staying still even though Livia kissed the back of my hand.

This much distance is livable.

So, as long as the favorability doesn’t exceed 100 again.

It was a great relief that Livia’s favorability was at rock bottom.

The favorability distribution skill is expensive in points, but it’s useless if there’s no heroine to distribute to.

Even now, the situation isn’t entirely good.

It’s also a risk that Livia’s favorability jumped from the 30s to the 90s in an instant.

Just a few days ago, she was a woman who said she hated me and would kill me when we were in the toilet stall.

Even if she has the justification of being stabbed by a knife instead of me, she can’t look at me with those eyes.

Of course, I felt terrible every time she showed affection.

Livia took out a wet tissue and wiped my face.

It was even more difficult because she smelled quite fragrant.

Livia didn’t originally smell like that.

She definitely put it on consciously.

Aisha must have felt that too.

That her Head of Security was conscious of me and wore perfume.

Aisha glanced at Livia and me from the side.

I don’t even want to imagine what she’s thinking.

I decided to just keep my mouth shut.

***

"Tutoring...?"

Phonia’s eyes widened.

"Yes, I didn’t mean to look, but Phonia’s academic achievement isn’t very outstanding."

"I’m second to last..."

"... I think I can help you study. Loria Eros can’t do that."

"... Sierra, what the hell are you talking about now..."

A vein popped out on Loria Eros’s forehead.

"Eating is good, but Gilmon likes smart women. Phonia also wants to be qualified as Gilmon’s girlfriend, right?"

"Messiah’s girlfriend... Yes, I want to be smart too."

Sierra smiled faintly at Phonia’s words.

Good.

Building a justification to get closer to Gilmon.

First, starting with Phonia.

The first cog of the plan began to roll.

***

The cheerleading team, Blossom, had won the national competition three times in the last four years.

Although the most recent competition was a failure due to several incidents, including the captain’s injury, the history written by the seniors boosted the team members’ sense of belonging and pride.

"Hey, hey! Let’s get fired up!"

"We’ve got the power and we’ve got the might!"

Loria Eros, although a freshman, was a promising prospect who everyone had high expectations for.

Until last year, she was the captain in middle school, leading them to victory for two consecutive years.

Even though she was a freshman this year and couldn’t take on a leading role, there was no doubt that she would be the next captain.

She herself had the ambition to make Pasto the best all-star cheerleading team.

Due to the nature of the team, there were many overlaps with athletes, but she was different from her friends who were only interested in getting some.

While they were busy trying to get athlete boyfriends or aiming to debut as actresses by gaining attention, cheerleading itself was her goal.

That is, until just a few weeks ago.

Before she met Gilmon.

"Focus, focus!"

The teacher’s clapping and booming voice echoed through the gymnasium.

For some reason, Loria found the yelling annoying that day.

The loud music also ruined her mood.

Sponsetos, a highly difficult move.

Even though she knew she needed to concentrate, her mind was elsewhere.

Originally, Loria was a bit too chubby to stand at the top, but no one was as agile as her.

Because of this, she stood in the most prominent position despite being a freshman.

She had been practicing since middle school, so her skills weren’t lacking.

But concentration can weaken at any time.

"Focus..."

The teacher’s voice gradually faded away.

Loria climbed onto the male base’s hands and lifted one leg.

She felt the base slightly bend his knees to throw her up.

Soon there would be a recoil, and Loria would soar.

It was a move she had done quite a bit for several years.

But, just before leaping, she had other thoughts.

She jumped at a different timing than the base’s recoil.

"Loria!"

In the end, Loria, who jumped offbeat, fell straight down.

Screams were heard from everywhere.

The male and female cheerleaders surrounded her, sending worried glances.

The national competition was three months away.

***

"What can we do? Loria, it won’t be easy to fill your gap, but treatment comes first."

Said Brooklyn, the teacher in charge, whose voice had gone hoarse like a man’s from yelling too much.

Loria went to the infirmary, leaning on her friend’s shoulder.

It was Dexter, the base who had been supporting her from below.

He was always looking at Loria’s bottom (although she was wearing shorts), and his face was always bright red.

It was clear that he was overly conscious of Loria’s arm around his shoulder.

It was also because she was crushing her chest against his back, pretending to be in pain.

As soon as they were out of Brooklyn’s sight, Loria pulled away from him.

If you only looked at that side of him, you could say he was cute, but Dexter was too full of himself.

More than anything, it was too obvious that he had other thoughts about her.

As expected, he didn’t leave after putting her down on the infirmary bed.

"...Do you have something to say?"

"Have you thought about it?"

"...Sorry, but I’m not interested in you."

"Where else can you find someone as fit and manly as me? Do you perhaps like other athletes?"

"Oh, sorry. I’m a cheerleader, but I don’t really like cheerleading guys."

Loria turned over and gestured for him to leave.

She didn’t have time to worry about Dexter right now.

He stood there huffing and puffing for a while before turning around and storming out.

"You slut!"

That’s all he could come up with.