Storm of Confessions

·Chapter 47: Meow?16 JunShareIf one day you suddenly gained the ability to see other people's preferences, would you feel happy?

Sakurai Saki… absolutely would not.

Because right now, it was pure trouble.

You might have already noticed—he's been having a little difficulty keeping his mouth under control.

That's thanks to today's random superpower:

🔸 XP Detector 🔸Ability: View others' fetishes at will.Side Effect: Causes uncontrollable verbal tic.(Verbal tic is active even when ability is off.)

"…So annoying, meow!" Sakurai Saki blurted out, immediately regretting it.

Beside him, Fujiwara Chika perked up like a cat hearing a can open. Her phone was out in a flash.

"Sakurai-kun!!! Can you say that again?" she asked, all smiles, thumb hovering over the record button.

Her innocent face gleamed with mischief.

"No—meow!"…Crap!

Sakurai made a face like someone who just stepped on a LEGO barefoot.

Fujiwara gleefully tapped the screen.

Recorded.Saved.Victory.

Got something good, meow!

Fujiwara was practically sparkling. She couldn't contain her delight. The "meow" was so offbeat, so unexpectedly cute—especially coming from Sakurai.

"Sooo? What's going on? C'mon, tell me!" she pressed."Did a space cat possess you, or what?"

"Punishment game from last night, meow," Sakurai muttered, gritting his teeth as he forcibly bit down on the end of the sentence.

He'd been doing his best to keep it in all day.

Around Hayasaka Ai and Shirogan Miyuki, he was extra careful. Miyuki just thought Sakurai was having one of his "weird days." As for Ai-chan, she'd been too distracted planning her confession to notice his strange behavior.

But saying "meow" to Fujiwara Chika?

That was psychological torture.

It was a moment destined to become one of the dark spots in the history of his life.

"So you've been like this all day?! Meow-mode activated??" Fujiwara gasped.

"Ugh, I missed so much!!"

She'd been so fixated on whether Sakurai's text reply at lunch meant he'd been flustered…

But this—this was gold.

She leaned in closer, her eyes wide.

"Say more! One more sentence! C'mon, say it again—meow~!"

She practically purred the last word.

Sakurai wanted to disappear.

They were already close to the Student Council Room, thankfully. At least there weren't any witnesses.

I could jump out that window… but from this height, it'd probably leave me paralyzed. Painfully.

Mental pain: 99999 points.

"Please… let me go, Fujiwara Secretary, meow!"

Damn it!! He said it again!

Fujiwara gleefully tapped her phone once more.

"More, meow! One more! I want to hear more~!"

She was completely taken over by her inner gremlin. The "meow" effect had short-circuited her sense of dignity.

At this point, Sakurai was beyond despair.

No! Not again—meow! Argh, even my thoughts are infected!?

This side effect was ridiculous.

Sure, the XP Detector let him see people's kinks or preferences. Big deal.

Is that really worth sounding like a neko café waitress all day!?

In a burst of frustration, he activated the ability and looked at Fujiwara's preferences:

[Fujiwara Chika]● Mild Masochist● Budding Fujoshi (Pending Activation)● Potential Sadist (Under Development)

He turned it off immediately.

…Nope. Not going any deeper, meow.

They reached the door to the Student Council Room.

Before Sakurai could stop her, Fujiwara dramatically pushed it open and announced:

"Everyone!!! Listen up!!!Today's Sakurai-kun is super. Freaking. Cute!!"

The room froze.

Shinomiya Kaguya sat expressionless by the window.

Shirogan Miyuki stood in the center, holding a stack of documents.

Ishigami Yu was… kneeling in front of him, picking up papers off the floor.

The scene looked normal… until you noticed the angle.

Fujiwara's eyes went wide.

Then she immediately grabbed Sakurai and slammed the door shut.

"S-s-s-sorry! W-we didn't mean to interrupt—!"

She dropped to a squat outside the room, trembling slightly.

"Sakurai-kun… do you think… do you think they're… that kind of relationship…?Doing those kinds of things…In the Student Council Room…"

Inside, the only sounds were Miyuki saying:

"Thanks for helping, Ishigami.""No problem, senpai.""You're really good at this.""I've had practice…"

Completely innocent conversation.

Terrible positioning.

Outside the door, Fujiwara Chika's face turned beet red.

Sakurai Saki just sighed.

This superpower is going to kill me, meow…

Mid-sentence, Fujiwara Chika's voice suddenly dropped to a mutter:

"So… BL is that disgusting, huh…?All my beautiful fantasies—shattered~"

Sakurai Saki gave her a side-eye.

"They were probably just picking things up… meow," he said, almost casually, then immediately cringed at his own mouth.

Still, he helped her up and pushed open the door again.

Fujiwara Chika, still thoroughly embarrassed, crept behind him and peeked out from behind his arm.

Hmm? All done already?

Inside, everything was perfectly mundane.

"Alright, Shirogan-senpai, I've picked up the documents," Ishigami Yu said as he handed the stack to Shirogan Miyuki.

"You really helped me out," Miyuki said, rubbing his back with a sigh.Bending over wasn't doing him any favors these days.

"No need for all the formality between us," Ishigami replied with a shrug as he returned to his seat.

Miyuki glanced at the doorway.

"Why'd you two run off just now?" he asked casually.

Fujiwara Chika turned red again and refused to answer, ducking behind Sakurai like a cartoon character.

Sakurai Saki smoothly stepped in:

"Nothing serious. Secretary Fujiwara thought you were discussing important matters, so she didn't want to interrupt."

Shirogan chuckled.

"It's fine. We're just wrapping up. Once we finish verifying the numbers, we can finally relax."

He sat down beside Ishigami and began sorting through the data.

Sakurai and Fujiwara sat across from them. Luckily, the sofa was long enough—plenty of space for four.

A few moments passed before Shirogan Miyuki looked up again.

"Oh, right. Sakurai—are you free for tomorrow's joint club meeting? The one after school, about an hour?"

His face twitched slightly at the memory.

Just thinking about that meeting gave him chills.Those attendees weren't ordinary students.Rumor had it that some seniors who'd offended them were now working in potato fields in Siberia.With their whole families.

Sakurai nodded.

"No plans at the moment."

It was a neutral answer, but Shirogan understood the implication.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Sakurai, just stall Ryujin-kun.Or go a round with Kojima-kun from the Kendo Club.Just keep those two from starting a war.

If I can survive until the budget approval, this meeting might not be a total disaster...probably.

His confidence waned mid-thought.

Meanwhile, Kaguya Shinomiya listened quietly from the side, arms crossed, an amused expression on her lips.

To her, this club meeting?

A minor matter.The kind of issue the Shinomiya Family could crush with a single phone call.A fly to swat. A speck of dust.

But instead of interfering, she simply watched the chaos play out with cold amusement.

As expected of the Student Council—an ordinary day, filled with nonsense.