You Used My Candy to Please a Gyaru?! 

Shikiya Yumeko stopped in front of Imai Keita and looked up at him, her energy-depleted voice barely lifting.

Her white-colored contact lenses were striking at close range — giving the illusion that she might swallow someone whole with her gaze.

“Ah, that’s me.”

Imai Keita nodded, matching her concise tone.

After receiving confirmation, Shikiya Yumeko also nodded lightly, as if checking off a mental box.

She parted her lips to continue speaking —

—but before a single word came out, her body suddenly softened.

She swayed, nearly collapsing, and slumped weakly against the wall behind her.

It looked as though she might slide straight down onto the floor.

The unexpected situation made Keita instinctively turn toward the two other occupants of the room.

Yanaimi Anna was watching the new arrival with pure curiosity, clearly with zero intention of helping.

And Komari Chika…

She had already curled into a ball in the corner, fully committed to becoming part of the furniture.

Counting on her to speak? Impossible.

So that meant—

He was the only one who could deal with this?

What kind of club was this Literature Club…

He had joined voluntarily, yes, but clearly today was a mistake.

Keita sighed internally.

He looked at the senpai leaning against the wall, her breathing faint and strained, and cautiously asked:

“Um… senpai, are you alright? Do you need me to… help you stand?

The wall’s cold. Leaning on it too long isn’t good for your body.”

Shikiya Yumeko tilted her head slightly, contemplating, then slowly nodded.

“…Leaning on walls… makes you… sick…”

“…Please… Imai… kun… help me…”

She actually accepted it that easily.

Keita was slightly surprised, but since she asked directly, he couldn’t refuse.

He stood up and walked to her side, gently supporting her arm.

The moment he touched her, he realized she was even slimmer and lighter than she looked.

A faint sweet fragrance, different from Anna’s shampoo-like scent, drifted into his nose.

The unfamiliar aroma stirred his hypersensitive senses — a side effect of the “succubus aura.”

“…Thank you.”

Resting against his arm, Yumeko seemed a bit steadier. Her voice regained the tiniest trace of strength.

After a brief silence, she seemed to switch back into “Student Council mode” and resumed her business.

“Sorry, Imai-kun…

Because of the… Student Council’s policy… we need to verify… club activity details…”

She paused, her pale eyes gazing into his.

“…The Literature Club… usually… does what?”

“Well… mostly reading, I guess.”

Keita gave the safest possible answer.

He subtly pointed toward Komari, who was practically merging with the scenery.

“Like that.

Komari-san is currently engaging in a very typical club activity.”

Komari jumped in fright, almost throwing her book.

She peeked out, saw all eyes on her, and immediately hid behind her paperback again, cheeks flushed.

Thinking “reading” sounded a bit too flimsy, Keita remembered what Tsukinoki had told him earlier and added:

“Besides reading, members occasionally write things and exchange them for feedback.”

“…Writing… I see.”

Yumeko nodded, understanding.

She pulled out a small notebook and pen, writing quickly and neatly.

Her handwriting was unexpectedly beautiful and tidy, completely contrasting her languid behavior.

After finishing, she exhaled softly.

Then she looked up at Keita and asked with the faintest ripple of emotion:

“…Imai-kun… do you have… something to eat?”

“Huh?”

Keita needed a moment to catch up with that topic shift.

Seeing his confusion, Yumeko added weakly:

“…Had a small lunch…

Low blood sugar…”

Low blood sugar?

Keita glanced at her pale face — she really did look unwell.

He turned toward Anna, who had been spectating with the excitement of someone watching TV drama.

“Anna.”

“What?”

She propped her chin in her hands, clearly entertained.

“You always keep snacks in your pockets, right? Give me some.”

“Eh?!”

Anna instantly scowled, crossing her arms.

“Those are for my energy! Not for—”

But her eyes flicked to Yumeko, who was currently leaning on Keita.

Suspicion. Evaluation. A hint of… jealousy?

Keita sighed softly, feeling Yumeko’s weight pressing more firmly against him.

His tone turned gentle — dangerously gentle.

“This is official business. Don’t start. Be good…”

“Wh—who’s starting anything?! I-I’m only concerned about food safety!”

Anna puffed her cheeks, glaring at Yumeko leaning closer and closer to him.

Keita, that guy…

He used to have zero luck with women.

Maybe the first girl he’d ever been physically close with… was me, right?

Anna’s thoughts spiraled into petty annoyance.

But she still reached into her pocket and slammed four fruit candies wrapped in cellophane onto the table.

“Ugh, fine!

This is all I have!

I was going to eat them on the way home…”

Keita picked up the candies and ignored her complaints, handing them to Yumeko.

“Senpai, take these first. They’ll help.”

“…Thank you.”

Yumeko slowly unwrapped one, placing it in her mouth.

A bit of color returned to her face.

“Well then… the investigation… ends here…”

She straightened up from Keita’s support and walked toward the door, her steps steadier.

The door shut softly behind her.

Silence returned.

Before Keita could say anything, Anna marched right up to him, eyes blazing with irritation and something else.

“Hey, Keita.”

“What now?”

“What was that? You took my candy… to please that pretty gyaru senpai?”

Hands on hips, she glared at him as though delivering divine judgment.

Her tone carried a sourness she herself didn’t even notice.

“You’re way too good at that ‘give offerings using someone else’s stuff’ trick!

Do you do this often, huh?”