Chapter 6

In the school of Marybell, thee girls have been separated in two groups, those are off from rich parents and those who are from middle Class. Though both share the same classroom, they wear different uniforms. The rich girls are classified as the toughest students who need to get high grades in both studies and sports to keep the name of Marybell high while the middle class can enjoy their rights however they want, that's why the girls who see the rich girls always call them "Ojou-sama".

"A rich girl's uniform sure is weird, don't you think?"

From time to time, Sakura would blurt out odd and mysterious comments like that. However, she usually had an interesting thought going along with that, so Anya joined in.

"What was that about a uniform?" I asked her with a quiet voice.

There aren't many people present in the classroom this early in the morning, and she just wants to be hidden as she's scared of the girls' reactions if they heard what they were talking about. And yet, Sakura continued in the same volume as before, showing no fear.

"A uniform's supposed to keep up regulations, and yet it gives room for exploration at the same time."

I had no idea what she was talking about. "You mean that they contradict themselves?"

"Uniforms prevent the expression of individuality, yet you can customize it quite a lot, right?"

"I don't think they're designed to allow for much customization."

"No, that's not quite true. What about the length of a girl's skirt?"

Approaching the topic of skirts, Anya gestured to Sakura to finally keep it down a bit. It'd be bad if the people around us caught on to our conversation.

"The reason you would keep your skirt shorter... Yeah. To show off how stylish you are, because of how confident you are in your looks, or because you want to go against the rules and regulations."

"R-Right."

"At the same time, a long skirt gives off a recommendable and diligent impression. That's how the balance is kept, and the length of the skirt is decided."

"Balance..."

"Basically, simply by looking at a girl's skirt, you can somewhat conjecture their personality. At the same time, the school prepares a skirt that can be adjusted for that exact reason."

"What kind of conspiracy theory am I listening to right now?"

"So, Anya , big question. What kind of length do you prefer?"

Being asked by Sakura, the first thing she remembered was Hime-san's pleated skirt. Her folded skirt was a few centimeters above her knees. It helped emphasize her diligent and pure image, as well as a glimmer of mature cuteness. When talking about Hime-san's skirt length, It feel like it really reflects her personality.

For some reason, she's starting to grasp the skirt philosophy that Sakura was talking about... But most importantly, why did she immediately think about Hime-san when talking about skirts?

"Hey, Anya , you're grossing me out with that serious expression."

"You were the one who asked me, right?!"

Anya can't believe she has the nerve to actually complain now. But guess she's not entirely wrong, it'd be a bit creepy to go silent when discussing skirts.

"What about you, then? What's your preferred length, Sakura?"

"I do like short skirts, but they can't be too short. I prefer the type that only barely doesn't reveal their underwear in a gust of wind."

"I think you're the gross one here, Sakura."

As our conversation reached a conclusion, the front door of the classroom swung open. Spotting the individual who had arrived, Itsuki once again screamed in shock.

"—Hime ?! Did you go through another image change yet again?!"

That single statement was enough to gather the attention of the entire class.

As a matter of fact, Hime-san's skirt had gotten a solid 10 centimeters shorter. Normally, you wouldn't think much of it. It wasn't against the school regulations, barely changing her impression from a diligent honor student to a bit of a repulsive girl.

As they had been hidden by Hime-san's skirt until now, she never fully realized, but she had beautiful and long legs. They were slender but not worryingly slim, and her thighs were dazzlingly bright.

Anya's gaze was completely sucked in by her legs, and although this was subconsciously happening, she still felt guilty and immoral. Sakura seemed to agree with her in that sentiment, as she was staring at Hime-san's legs all the same.

"Beautiful..."

She had no intention of hiding her gaze. When she looked around the class, checking the other girls' reactions, almost all of them were staring at Hime-san as well.

But that brings up the question... of why she shortened her skirt like this? If Sakura's skirt logic is true, then there must have been some kind of change in Hime-san's behavior. Anyalooked at her once more. She was discussing something with Reina-san, and every time she smiled, her skirt fluttered.

"Hey, Sakura, if you can guess a rich girl's personality by their skirt length, then does that mean Hime-san changed?"

"Seriously Sakura, we are girls too"

"But look this is the first time we're seeing a rich girls shortening her skirt"

"Good question. I'm sure there's some change that happened."

"Why do you think so?" Sakura showed me a grin.

"Because she got rejected by the girl she likes... would be my top guess?"

The words got stuck in her throat. Since Anya knew exactly what she was playing at, Anya had nothing to return. But even so, she don't understand the connection between getting rejected and shortening your skirt.

Later Anya followed Hime-san to attempt and filter out her thoughts, but she couldn't come up with anything.

The second she gave up and sighed, her gaze met with Hime- san's. For whatever reason, she could see a faint grin. she almost jumped up in her seat out of shock, and immediately looked away.

Did she... realize that Anya was staring at her? If not, she wouldn't smile at her like that... right? The chime rang, and morning classes began without any mystery being solved.

As classes started, Anya sat in the final row of the classroom towards the window side, so she found herself looking at Hime-san's back during class. she kept thinking about the reason why Hime-san suddenly shortened her skirt. However, the riddle remained unsolved even once classes ended.

"Sakura, the final homeroom's over."

"Mmm... Ahh."

Anya shook Sakura's shoulders, who was completely asleep. If left alone, she might end up late for basetball practice. Sakura gently raised her upper body and rubbed her eyes.

"It's already this late, huh..."

"Go on, you'll be late to your club."

"Roger. Are you off to the future guidance counseling room?"

"Yep."

"Go get 'em, champ."

"Right back at you."

Anya left the sleepy Sakura and stepped out of the classroom. She went down from the third floor to the second, reaching the future guidance counseling room after passing by a few other students. Said guidance counseling room had the size of an average classroom, but as it was stacked with bookshelves and racks, it felt a lot smaller.

From here, the girls could borrow university entrance exam workbooks or other reference books, as well as grab university documents and pamphlets. As Marybell High is a well-known and high-level school in the area, they offer full support for possible future choices.

However, Anya didn't make her way here to receive help for her entrance exams. Instead, she called out to the desk deep behind the bookshelves.

"Kurumi-sensei, I'm here."

"Ara Ara!..."

Out came a beautiful lady with lab coat, she wore makeup and lips painted red as blood. Though she's forty, the teacher looked like she was in twenties

"Oh, Anya darling ." The teacher hugged Anya which made her uncomfortable as it touched the woman's bouncy G-cup Boobs.

"Please leave alone, Kurumi-sensei, you're choking"

"Ara Ara, You're so cute Anya Chan'

The woman with hair like a wave smiling at Anya. Kuremi-sensei is the teacher responsible for the future guidance counseling room, and she was also Anya's senior during her elementary when Kuremi-sensei was back in her high school days. This special trait is being quite listless and messy. Kuremi-sensei had a look of a courtesan as she always smokes her pipe and drinks secretly, too bad no one reports her because of her seductive looks.Anya regrets the time she proposed to be Kuremi-Nee Chan's wife when she was in elementary.

Anya walked past the valley of bookshelves, stepping in front of her desk. Although there are four desks available for teachers to use, she only ever see Kuremi-sensei in here. Most

of the other teachers are sitting in the teacher's office, after all. Kuremi-sensei is very particular in the way she does things, so she often clashes with the other teachers. That's why she runs away from the teacher's office and hides here in the future guidance counseling room. The reason Anya came here is to help her with her work and clean up stuff.

According to Sensei, the workload of the future guidance counseling teacher is quite high, so as soon as classes end for the day, she would come over here to help in return to give her tution. Some of it is stuff that originally is supposed to be handled by a teacher, but she tends to push a lot of it onto Anya. This is why she's got no place to stay in the teacher's office. And as expected, she pushed another bundle of documents onto Anya.

"Today, I need your help with the filing. Make sure to order them by date."

"Isn't this a bit much?"

"Ara, Don't complain now, okay? I just want to go home quickly."

"Should a teacher really be saying that?"

"Wanna marry Sensei" the teacher gives a wink

"Eww.. I'm going"

"Ara Ara, What a cute girl"

Ever since the school started Anya kept helping her big sister and Sensei here. The reason was she became her target for this has a rather peculiar story to it.