Chapter 35 Black-and-white illustration: Shidou × Shiori (lol)
“Um, Seven—”
Before Shidou could finish, Natsumi pressed a hand to his shoulder—thump!—and slammed him against the wall in textbook wall-dong fashion.
“W-what are you doing?”
Pinned to the wall by a girl, Shidou—still unused to being on the receiving end—squirmed uncomfortably.
Fake-Shidou lifted Shidou’s wig with both hands, brought it to his nose, and took a long, enraptured breath.
“—!!”
Shidou’s skin erupted in goosebumps.
Leaning in, the impostor—wearing Shidou’s face, speaking with Shidou’s voice—brushed his lips against Shidou’s ear and whispered in honeyed tones:
“Shiori, I really think that as long as there’s love, even siblings can get married.”
“…EHHHHHHHHH?!”
It took a full beat for the words to register; when they did, Five Rivers Shidou’s face was a masterpiece of bewilderment.
“Pfft—!”
Having lost the battle to stifle her laughter, Yumezumi yanked out her phone and started snapping photo after photo of the Shidou-on-Shidou tableau.
No good—self-cest is just… way too cursed.
what the self cest