It was the first time I had ridden in a limousine, and I felt uncomfortable that this space, with its L-shaped seats and tables, was the interior of the car.
I feel âŠâŠ kind of uncomfortable. It was uncomfortable for a commoner by nature.
âWhy was Kotaro in such a place? Your house isnât around here, is it?â
The car drives off slowly.
Mary huddled close to me and spoke to me.
I donât think I should bother sitting next to her since itâs such a big car, âŠâŠ and if I got too friendly with other girls, that cute little girl would get jealous, so I kept a good distance from her.
About two seats apart, then I answer her question.
âI was visiting my friend Shiho âŠâŠ Shiho Shimotsukiâs house. My house is indeed a bit far from here, âŠâŠ but how do you know that?â
Now itâs my turn to return a question.
It is inexplicable. Mary, who had been acting as if she didnât know anything about me, had identified not only my name but also my address. That was eerie.
âWhat if I told you that I have a thirst for knowledge?â
âI would reply, [âThatâs not an answer.â].â
âYouâre not very perceptive, are you? I mean, itâs uncomfortable to not know something, so I make an effort to know everythingâŠâŠ. See, my parents are the only people who have money, which means their daughter, me, can use it to do a lot of things.â
She gives a twisted answer, yet roundabout way.
âSo youâre saying that âŠâŠ you know the personal information of someone as humble as me? I take it that youâre interpreting that to mean that youâve looked into âŠâŠ in a dirty, paid-for way thatâs hard to talk aboutâŠâŠ.?â
âWell? I didnât say that much, but if you want to think so, I wonât deny it. Anyway, the process may be different, but the result is the same. Maybe I know more about Kotaro than you think I do?â
With that, Mary crossed her legs.
Her school uniform was unchanged, but her short skirt revealed her firm thighs. If I were Ryuzaki, I would have turned up my nose at this sight, but for me, with my low sexual appetite, it was of no importance.
I immediately removed my eyes from her thighs.
Seeing this, Mary was somehow nodding her head.
âHeh, âŠâŠ Kotaro is not interested in a girlâs body? I think a normal boy would be a little more delirious now that he can be alone with me.â
(TLN: Hoes mad.)
â⊠Didnât you know that? You know more about me than I think you do, right?â
âYeah, maybe so, maybe not. So Iâll just pretend that I just found out that Kotaro canât get through to me in a colorful way, okay?â
What a âŠâŠ choice of words youâve been making since a while ago, all you do is make smoke screens.
She was a much brighter and more innocent character at school, very jolly and foreign, but I didnât quite recognize her now.
Is this the real Mary?
Is that overly bright, noisy, high-strung character that she plays in front of Ryuzaki a lie?
âHihi. Youâre surprised, arenât you âŠâŠ No, youâre confused, arenât you? Was Kotaro mistaken about me? What kind of person did you think I was? Well, I wonât tell you the correct answer yet, but I will give you a hint. I am not what you think I am.â
Does that mean that Mary I have in mind isnât really Mary or is she?