In the world, there is what is commonly called a family meeting.

Whenever there is an unavoidable problem in the family, the whole family discusses it together.

In a similar vein, Yuika and I have had a childhood friend meeting since we were kids.
It’s a meeting between childhood friends to discuss head-on conflicts of opinion.

There is only one rule.
Talk to each other until you are satisfied.
Don’t run away.
Don’t cheat and make excuses.
Don’t fall into the trap of thinking “Souta is wrong.”
Don’t involve Iori.
I don’t want to involve Iori, but when it comes down to it, I don’t mind having him come over to serve tea for once.

… We say there is one rule, but there is not one rule at all. I’ve heard this in the Vienna Conference.
[TLN: Also known treaty on treaties, so in this case, a rule on all rules, so multiple rules break off from one.]

And today, for the first time in a while, a childhood friend meeting was held.
… It’s more of an outbreak. Yuika and I are prepared for war.

I’m sitting by the study desk. looking like I’m about to make a boom sound effect.
There are heroic figures around me as allies.

On the opposite side on the bed, Yuika was sitting and also ready. Today, she was wearing pajamas for the first time in a while. She’s not dressed up, signaling that she’s angry.

The figures of beautiful girls and stuffed animals were placed around to support Yuika. There were far more of them than the male figures here. It’s no wonder, since they both belongings to Yuika, but it’s a little frustrating to feel like I don’t have many allies.

In order to reverse the apparent inferiority of the situation, I took advantage of the opportunity to speak up.

“I don’t want to say what, but I think I’ve been fairly understanding of what Yuika’s been doing lately.”
“I don’t want to say what, but I’m grateful that Souta has been so warm and supportive of what I’m trying to do lately.”

Immediately, Yuika also cut back.
What we are saying is peaceful, but our gazes are sparking off each other.

Let me mention one characteristic of childhood friend meetings.
It is that the agenda is not clearly stated each time.

A meeting of childhood friends is a time to discuss things that you normally wouldn’t be able to say out loud.

As long ago as kindergarten, when we were taking naps together, Yuika’s m*sturbation was often blamed on me, and I complained, “you’re blaming me too much.”

In recent years, when I had just entered junior high school, Yuika’s breasts began to grow rapidly, and I, who was in the midst of puberty, couldn’t resist glancing at them.Yuika complained to me “Souta, you’ve looked at it too much.”

With that in mind, what started this meeting of childhood friends was, of course, yesterday’s incident where I almost crossed the line.

The request I want to make is that “Operation Make You Like Me” is fine, but please try to keep the erotic stuff to herself. I’m nearing the end of my patience…is what I mean.

The demand from Yuika is… to cross the line, but we must explore it carefully.

“Yuika, I think. Since ancient times, our country has valued the culture of moderation. In this context, we modern people…”
“Don’t you want to have s*x with me, Souta?”

She suddenly cut into the main thing!

“You, you’re too straightforward! Go to the convenience store and buy some Oblaat! You can take my wallet!”
“There’s no way a recluse can go on such a big adventure! No ostracism in today’s meeting! I want your honest, frank, and unbiased opinions!”
“It’s an act of godlessness…”
“God is dead! We killed him!”

[TLN: Oblaat is a type of edible wrapper similiar to capsules.]

My childhood friend, who talks like some rascal or a German philosopher, got emotional.

“Now is the time for you to speak up! You want to have s*x with me, don’t you Souta?”
“I don’t think there’s any point in stating that now. … Of course I want to have s*x with you so badly.”
“Then why do you always stop!?”

“Then I’ll ask you, why do I have to stop?”
“I’m conflicted!”
“You’re conflicted!? No, I’ll be conflicted! What is this conversation? Am I under some kind of spell?”
“—Fu, an afterimage.”
“No, you’re not gone! I can see you!”
“Like, it’s visible? …. Souta no ecchi!”
“That’s not what I meant! Come on what is this conversation?”

I struggled and covered my head.
On the other hand, Yuika coughed and cleared her throat.

She averted her gaze a little and fiddled with her black hair in an embarrassed manner.

“You know, I’m glad that Souta manages to stay in the game every time. … I really feel that you care for me.”
“Ummm…”
“But…”
“But what?”
“The only thing that keeps me going is…muuu.”
“What?”

I raised my eyebrows, not understanding what she meant.
I don’t know if she didn’t like my reaction, but she raised her voice and said, “so!”

“If Souta can just barely hold back, it’s like I’m not attractive enough! With a beautiful girl like me as a set meal, Souta, a boy, has to forget himself and do something about it! Of course, I don’t want him to cross the line, but I don’t like the current situation either!”
“You’re a super selfish princess!”

Our loud shouts brought down all the figures around us.
The discussion spiraled out of control, and the tumultuous childhood friend meeting continued.