âHe's gone.â
Laura set down her teacup. Priscilla, who had been rubbing her face into the spot Mira had just vacated, seeking warmth like a loaf of bread, also stood up.
Click. Priscilla locked the door to the clubroom with a look of longing in her eyes. Not that it mattered if Mira returned through a dimensional portal like when he left, but that had never happened before, so it seemed fine.
"Now that Miraâs gone, how about we get back to our group project?"
Laura's casual suggestion made Rosaria groan.
"Seriously, why call it a group project? There are plenty of better names, like collective intelligence or something."
"Weâre dragging along a slacker whoâs trying to freeload after botching their contribution. Doesn't that perfectly match the definition of a group project? Itâs rather disappointing that you still refuse to accept such a simple truth, Rosaria."
âSlacker?!â Rosaria jumped in indignation, to which Laura responded with a smirk.
"Look down, will you? Despite carrying those large breasts, youâve yet to pull off a proper physical offensive. If that doesnât make you a slacker, what does? Even Priscilla here suggested a date first."
"...Why am I the example?" Priscilla muttered, her expression sulky, but she didnât press further. She seemed to have her own reasons to stay quiet.@@novelbin@@
"From the first kiss to suggesting a bit more intimacy, then pleading with Mira to return from the Demonâs Realm, offering to wear the sacred dress if that would helpâhow is it that when everythingâs set, you canât even eat whatâs been spoon-fed to you? If you need us to chew it and shove it down your throat, just say the word. Weâll arrange the time and place."
âN-No! That time I was desperate... but...â