"Oh~! This skin feels amazing. How do you maintain it? I have to use so many products just to get mine to feel half this good."
The silver-haired girl walked right up to Alistair and reached for his face. Even though he instinctively dodged, she didn't stop until her hand was on his cheek.
Slap.
"Who are you? Nina told me the President wasn't mixed-race."
Alistair slapped her hand away and stepped back.
"Eh? No way? You really don't know who Seira is?"
The silver-haired girl looked shocked. Then she thought for a moment. Right, Seira would do that. Unlike herself, who loved showing off her status, Seira often hid her identity from those she planned to "play" with, drawing them into a trap.
Tsk, tsk. Looks like this one was lured in. But damn, this 'toy' is great!
She didn't try to touch him again, just smiled.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Alisa Kurisu. I have some Nordic blood. I'm the Student Council Secretary and Seira's best friend. And you? Little boy?"
Alisa stepped forward, looming over him. She was about half a head taller than him. Alistair was over 170cm, meaning Alisa was nearly 180cm (5'11"). A true mixed-race beauty, she was at the top of the height pyramid for girls. Even the Hime-cut girl was about 170cm, looking Alistair right in the eye.
Walking through the school, Alistair hadn't seen many girls over 165cm. These two were like cranes among chickens.
"Perfect timing. I should introduce myself as well. Though, I suspect you don't need one, right?"
The Hime-cut girl turned around to face him. She tilted her head up slightly, crossing her arms over her chest, which made her already impressive breasts look even fuller and more inviting.
"Seira Kannonzaka..."
Alistair hadn't expected the President herself to come out to greet him. This is ridiculous. You're the President—you waited at the gate for me? What if I didn't show up? Were you going to wait all day?
And she was clever. She appeared behind him, then walked in front, giving him only her back. Alistair had seen photos, but only photos. He had thought her back looked familiar but dismissed the idea that a proud lady would lower herself to be his guide.
He had been wrong. This young lady didn't play by the rules.
"Not bad. At least you recognize my face. You aren't a total waste of space."
Seira flashed a smile, seemingly satisfied with his recognition.
"Tch. You squeezed information out of Nina?" Alistair frowned. Knowing Nina, she wouldn't betray him willingly. Seira must have tricked her. They were friends; if Seira played her cards right, Nina might have sold him out without realizing it.
"Don't worry. Anyone who can be my Vice President has the competence. She tried to protect you, but that's exactly what piqued my interest."
Seira explained as she walked to her desk and sat on the edge, crossing her right leg over her left.
"Originally, I just wanted to see what you looked like and be done with it. It's not like I haven't seen a man before. But Nina was so invested in you... that made me curious. Nina and I have different philosophies, but we get along. I tolerate capable people. Having an enemy makes things fun. We've played this game for a year, and no boy has ever mattered this much to her. Did you... conquer her?"
Seira laughed, looking him over with interest.
"Physically, you're excellent. But beyond looks, you must have something else. I admit, your appearance even moves me. You have a certain... magnetic pull. I almost want to chain you up and keep you in my room as a pet. But Nina wouldn't fall for just looks."
Seira spoke these wild words with a face full of innocent curiosity, leaving Alistair stunned.
A yandere ojou-sama? His brain short-circuited. He'd only seen this in manga.
Snap~
Seira snapped her fingers. Alisa Kurisu understood immediately, grabbing the laptop and operating it before handing it to Seira.
"Let's see. Naoto Alistair. Parents deceased, currently living with an uncle. Strong physique, has a record of winning fights against multiple opponents. Extremely lucky—has won several lotteries and events. Messy sexual history; maintains relations with nearly ten girls including Mina Morita, Kasumi Haruno, and Akane Nanao. Seems to have a connection with a medium-sized company that does his bidding... Hmm? That's it?"
Seira frowned. The information was sparse. Most of it was just a list of his bad behavior—his "stains." The only thing that caught her eye was his luck.
She believed in luck and the metaphysical. After all, the things she dealt with were far from "ordinary." Alistair's life sounded like fiction, but this investigation had been verified as 100% true. This handsome little guy really did have absurd luck.
And his combat record... while a "stain" to some, it proved his body was exceptional. To maintain relations with that many girls—all of whom were beauties—meant his stamina and "equipment" were top-tier.
Tsk, tsk. This is getting interesting.
Seira looked at the file, her interest in Alistair growing deeper by the second.