chapter 1
chapter 1
Translated by POWERPUFF
The Ideal Type of a High School Girl
I am Min Arin, a 17-year-old high school girl.
Upon entering high school, there are three years left until graduation.
Even now at 17, still single, I wanted to meet a kind man and experience a youthful romance only possible during school days.
Passing notes during class, having light conversations during breaks, going to karaoke together after school.
Sharing one umbrella on a rainy day, and the situation where our hands brush while eating popcorn at a movie theater makes me smile just thinking about it.
As for my ideal type, it’s a handsome but innocent man who, like me, has lived his entire life single.
When I mentioned this ideal type before, my friends teased me, saying it was just the delusions of a lifelong single person.
……
It’s a bit embarrassing for a girl to say something like this, but experienced men feel a little overwhelming, don’t they?
Anyway.
That was my taste.
"Hey, you left that again? If you get caught this time, it won’t just be cleaning duty, you know? The music teacher didn’t look in a good mood today either."
The man frowning at me and scolding me.
"Hold this for me."
"Uh? If you give me this, what are you going to do?"
"What, do you think I’m you? I’ve been attending class properly all this time, so they’ll probably let it slide once."
With an irritated expression, the man handed me the recorder he had been playing.
"Hey, do you think the music teacher will be fooled if you just hold it? Try playing it a bit."
"No, this is something you used…."
"Are you trying to get in trouble just because you can’t tolerate something dirty for a moment? My saliva is clean, so hurry up. The teacher’s coming."
"Th, wait—ugh!"
And then the man lightly pushed the moist mouthpiece of the recorder into my mouth.
No matter how I look at it, this seems far removed from the youthful romance I had been hoping for.
Even his neatly styled hair that gives off a model-student vibe, and his school uniform, all seem far from the ideal type I had imagined.
And yet, seeing how my heart is pounding like this.
Seeing how my body is heating up like this.
……It seems.
Something must have definitely happened to me.