Get up! Get up! Get up, get up, kiss, kiss, I want to give you...'

"……Ok"

This is the clock that wakes people up with a proud voice, and takes on the task of waking up the master from sleep. And the master fell from the bed and was pressed to the floor.

For Hyoudou Issei, this is the worst way to get up, not to mention, he just had that dream, the dream of being killed by his girlfriend, Yuma-chan. The reason why he thought it was a dream was very simple, he was still alive now.

"Get up! Issei!" It was his mother's voice coming from downstairs, the same as usual.

"I see, get up now!"

After answering, Ise stood up.

Today was the worst start. After tidying up his collar, Ise sighed again and again.

"We're going out." Yicheng and Mu Hantian said.

………………

"Ise, you've been feeling down lately, what's the matter?" Mu Hantian could feel that since he brought Ise back last time, there was some power in Ise's body, it should be a demon chess piece .

"It's nothing, I don't know myself, but I feel very energetic at night." Ise said with a yawn.

I am Hyouto Issei. I've been weird lately, very weird. Lately, I've been having trouble with the sun.

Tired of the sun piercing the skin.

The morning sun shines no matter what. Totally, can't get up.

Every day I need my mother to wake me up.

And the elder brother who learned of this situation also joined in, and he would punish me mercilessly when he saw me being lazy.

All in all, mornings are unpleasant for me, but at night, I'm bubbly. There are a lot of things coming up from the body, turning into a super tense state. Fully transformed into nocturnal humans.

really weird.

It shouldn't be. Although he does stay up late, it is a miracle that he is still awake until midnight.

But now, at three o'clock in the middle of the night, four o'clock is still awake calmly. Go to bed every day after confirming that the sun has risen.

It's not that I'm addicted to playing online games, or that I'm poisoned by late-night shows.

...what is it, my body.

I've changed since I dated Yuma-chan.

After returning to the classroom, sit in your chair.

"Yo~ my spiritual friend. How about the DVD I lent you? Is it sexy?"

The person who approached me was one of my bald friends, Matsuda. He looks like a cool sports boy, but he's actually a pervert who says **** things on a daily basis.

Although he was a sports almighty boy who rewrote various records in his junior high school days, the department he belongs to now is the photography department. According to him, it is - I want to photograph all the high school girls through the lens - this kind of wild ambition.

Aliases '**** monk', 'sexual harassment paparazzi'.

"Huh... the wind is really strong today. Thanks to this, I can see the high school girls' **** from the morning."

Motohama, who wears glasses like a proud man, is the second friend. It has the special ability to quantify a girl's body shape through glasses. However, it has a special physique whose combat power is drastically reduced if the glasses are removed.

This guy's alias is 'SeQing glasses', 'measurement detector'.

Two of my bad friends.

It's been a letdown to see the faces of these guys since morning. So frustrating.

"You got something good"

Matsuda opened his bag and put something on my desk.

A swarm of books and DVDs with obscene titles piled on the table.

"what"

A girl's scream came from a distance.

Yes, this is normal. It's been like this since morning.

After that, I heard the contemptuous voices of these girls, "It's been the worst since a long time ago."

"Don't be noisy!? This is our fun!? Hey, girls and children, don't look at it!? It will insult the mind!" It's the worst speech that hasn't changed, Matsuda.

Looking at the object that was placed on my desk not long ago, although I wanted to light up my eyes and say "Ooh!? What, what is this secret treasure?", but it's been hard in the morning, so I'm not in the mood.

Seeing my low-spirited expression, Matsuda sighed. "Hey hey hey. With such a treasure in front of you, what kind of face do you have?"

"Recently, I've always been intrigued. It's weird, it's weird. Until now, it's not like you." Yuan Bin, who was next to him, also put on his glasses and said.

"Is it sick?? No, it shouldn't be. As the incarnation of ****, it is impossible for you to catch a cold."

"Ah, what about that one?? The influence of that fantasy that I had a girlfriend?? Is it called Yuma-chan?"

"Can't you really remember about Yuma-chan?"

And the two of them gave me a poor look at my words.

"It's all said, we don't know such a person.? Really, it's better to go to the hospital?? What do you think, Yuan Bin."

"That's right, I said several times that we haven't been introduced to a girl named Yuma-chan."

Why, obviously I have a deep memory.

But these guys actually forgot. No, I even forgot that Yuma-chan was there. There is no girl like Amano Yuma at all.

The time spent with Yuma-chan seemed like a lie. Yes, as these guys say, "fantasy".

However, to confirm what Matsuda and Motohama said, her phone number and email address were not recorded on my phone.

Records erased? ? Eliminated by whom? ? It's impossible! ? I have no reason to eliminate, who is it!

Dial the remembered number but that number is not used.

she doesn't exist? ?Is it my fantasy? ? How could such a thing happen? I want to deny it, but there is no trace of her other than my memory.

Remember I don't know her address. She is a student of his school. He learned about Yuma-chan's school from the uniform she wore, and then the students inquired about her.

However, there are no such students. No.

So, who am I dating and who am I dating? Is that dream, the dream I had recently sent out, a fantasy born from me?

Am I going to tell Matsuda and Motohama that the dream is very close to reality?

But, I remember her face vividly? I don't understand how. What's strange about the unknown power that surged up in the middle of the night? What has changed?

And while I was thinking about it, Matsuda put his hand on my shoulder. "Well, maybe something happens that we don't understand when we are adolescence. Well, come back to my house after class today. Let's look at the treasures we have collected together."

"That's wonderful. Matsuda-kun, Ise-kun will come no matter what."

"Of course, Yuanbin. We are high school boys who are motivated by desire?? If we don't do **** things, we will be very rude to our parents." It's perverted. Either way it's perverted. And I'm in it too. Well, that's fine too. I am also a man born for perverts.

"I get it!? Let's have a good party today!? Watch a **** DVD while toasting with carbonated drinks and potato chips!"

"Oh!? That's it, that's it!? That's it, Ise!"

"Hey, what are you discussing? Ise, I think you haven't had much energy in the morning. Take this, mint tea, it will refresh your mind."

Did you bring it here on purpose?

"Oh, oh." As expected of my brother, he cares about me so much that I want to cry.

Kill you, kill you, kill you——, don't stare at me, we are brothers, girls, you misunderstood, I really want to cry.

As my daily life unfolded like this, red was reflected in my field of vision.

Vivid red.

I saw the playground from the window of the classroom, and the scene of a woman going to school was pinned to my pupils.

A girl with red hair, an idol of our school with extraordinary beauty. Slim body, not Japanese?

Of course, she is not Japanese. I heard he was born in northern Europe.

Going to high school in Japan due to his father's work relationship.

Everyone will be caught by her excessive beauty, and their hearts will be caught in an instant.

Lias Gremory.

A third grader at this school. my senior.

When noticing, people other than me were set there regardless of gender. Not quite right, except for the natural old man. I really doubt you're gay, bro.

After all, this is the kind of person.

But recently, that feeling has changed.

She's really beautiful, she's just too beautiful.

However, I felt a little terrified from her beauty, and I was terrified from the bottom of my heart.

Why this thought occurred, I don't know.

However, the period of thinking like this started from the day Yuma-chan disappeared.

Just then, her eyes shifted. Clear blue eyes caught me.

In an instant, I fell into the feeling of being caught in my heart.

Why do you feel this way. It's like being stared at by an overwhelmingly weak opponent...

Her blue eyes narrowed, and a small smile appeared on her mouth.

Is it towards me?

Not possible. I have no contact with her.

As I thought about it, I suddenly remembered the event in my dream.

At the end of the dream, someone with red hair spoke to me.

A figure that exudes a gentle yet ruthless presence.

By the time that overlapped with her, she had disappeared from my sight.