Against a Perfect Sniper by Shiden Kanzaki Page A

she took Rentaro’s arm and suddenly blew into his ear. Rentaro’s body stiffened in surprise. “And then, Enju, the minute I saw dear Satomi, I knew.
He will be someone great in the future
, I thought. That’s why we accepted him, with some conditions.”
    “Conditions? What conditions?”
    “There were a few. He had to test new products, appear in commercials, you know. One of them was that he had to study with me at Magata High School. I have it all in writing.” She laughed. “Dear Satomi is all mine.”
    Rentaro thought going to school was a waste of time, but because of their contract, he was partially bound to the school and was being forced to attend. The worst was if they happened to bump into each other during the all-school assemblies, when Miori would be on stage as student council president and give him conspicuous winks or wave at him, which made the other boys at school hate him.
    “Satomi, get away from that woman this instant.” Kisara’s eyes were steady.
    “H-hey, idiot, get off of me, Miori. They’re touching! They’re touching!”
    As Rentaro became flustered, Miori smiled teasingly, still hanging on to his arm. “What? What’re touching? Could you be talking about my chest? I’m making them touch on purpose. Even so, you’ve got it tough, Satomi dear. Kisara has those large breasts hanging off her but seems unexpectedly prudish, and if you go after Enju, you’ll end up in handcuffs, right? So…” With slightly flushed cheeks, Miori looked at Rentaro with upturned eyes. “Hey, Satomi dear. Am I cute?”
    “H-huh?! You beat the second-place person at the beauty contest at the school festival by a wide margin. What are you asking about it now for—?”
    “I want to hear it from your lips, Satomi dear.”
    He was perplexed by her strange tone of voice and her acting cute and scratched his head. “Well, y-yeah, you’re cute.”
    “Say it again.”
    “I-I said, you’re cute…”
    “Did you hear that? Hey, Kisara, did you hear that? He called me cute twice! Oh my, what should I do?”
    Kisara had her fists on her knees and was trembling all over.
    “And you know, Satomi dear, we have our own private civil securityagency at Shiba Heavy Weapons, so why don’t you quit Tendo Civil Security Agency and work for us?” Miori continued. “If you join now, I’ll throw in the right to do whatever you like to the most beautiful girl in school whenever you want.”
    “Y-you can’t!” Kisara hurriedly leaned her body forward. “S-Satomi has a contract with the Tendo Civil Security Agency! Not with you guys.”
    “He can just break that contract. We can pay you this much, Satomi dear.” Miori quickly flicked the abacus she pulled from the sleeve of her kimono and brought it coquettishly to Rentaro’s face.
    When he saw the number, the chrysanthemum leaf he was eating almost came out of his nose. “What’s with that number? It’s a joke, right?”
    “Satomi dear, you’ve risen to the rank of 1,000, haven’t you? That’s your market price, you know.”
    “It is?”
    Looking at Kisara, he saw her stuffing her mouth with meat and vegetables like a squirrel and turned her nose up, looking the other way. Apparently, she had activated the Kisara rule where she didn’t have to talk if there was something in her mouth.
    As Enju blew on her meat to cool it, she looked at Miori. “Why don’t you and Kisara get along?” She should have just stopped, but instead, Enju waved handheld fireworks around a powder keg.
    Miori laughed. “That’s a good question. Of course, there is a long history between the Shiba and Tendo families, but Kisara and I are way beyond that. We hate each other on a genetic level.”
    “Small boobs.” Kisara mumbled this softly.
    However, Miori was the better actor. She turned over her fan and waved it softly. “Japanese clothes look better on those with moderate chests. Large, vulgar breasts are unnecessary. Do you understand, Kisara?”
    For some reason,