Prologue

There was a pure white space.

It was a room of 4 walls painted with seamless white. In the middle there was an altar that looks like a clump of hardened pure white snow and the light brightening the room was also white.

Bring in the offering.

A voice came out of nowhere filled up the room.

The door started to open and from over the dark passage, a line of people came into the room. Like the white room, those people were also wearing full-white clothes. Wearing clean white robe, they covered their faces with white mask and were not exposing any skin parts at all.

In their hands were white boxes with various size, in total of 6 boxes. They put the boxes or the offering to their designated place and quickly left the room. The large door slowly closed and a lock sound echoed in the silence of the white room.

The preparation is complete.

A man muttered as he was satisfied after watching the preparation from another room. The man was also wearing all-white clothes like those people earlier although he was not wearing a mask. One could see deep wrinkles on his face showing his old age.

Let us begin.

Hearing the old man, men-in-white behind him nodded understanding it as a sign to begin.

Chanting complete, opening gate now

The old man closed his eyes, as he heard the voice from behind him from the silence.

At that moment, strong light overflowed from the white altar in the room, probably strong enough to make one turns blind. As if to protect his eyes from the strong light, old mans eyes behind his eyelids were reflecting dark-pitch darkness.

Then, quietness began to return to the noisy white room.

Its a success.

After hearing the old mans words, voices of joy and relief could be heard among the men-in white.

Get in position.

Men-in-white then lined themselves up along the passage to the room with the white altar and moved toward the room.

In their ears, they could hear the old mans voice as if they were hearing it directly in their head, without missing a single word.

Male, 17 year-old, a student

The mysterious persons personal data came from the old mans mouth. It was not known whether those men know the meaning of the words but none of them were making perplexed expression.

His name isFuu..Ku..Hahaha..

As the old man were about to say the name, a sudden laughter echoed.

Fuhahahahaha!

As the old man continued to laugh at the unforeseen name, although they kept on walking toward the room, the men were beginning to flinch.

The men finally reached the room, arriving at its door and began to open its lock.

Forgive me for the impoliteness. I really did not see this kind of name coming.

The old moved his sight towards the inside of the altar room as he said that.

Unchanged, the room was still purely white without stains.

The boxes that were brought earlier had disappeared but inside the white shrine there was a man. A naked man who was lying on his side had appeared.

A man with black hair with appearance matched of what the old man had told.

Then the old man once again told the name of the man.

His name is, Black Demon King!

A feeling of soft light touched my eyelids, it slowly lit the consciousness in my head.

Calling back my mind that had fallen deep into slumber and later I awakened to the warmth of the blanket covering my body.

A thought of waking up did come into my mind but the magic-like warmness from the bed kept me from walking out of it.

Just, just a bit more.. 5 more minutes..

Wake up!

An angry voice followed by a sudden cold mercilessly attacked my body. The attack was too sudden, I almost jumped out of surprise.

Uoooo! Enemy attack?!

Who on earth are you fighting with

Upon hearing a slightly cold voice, I saw the face of someone I am most familiar with in the world. Realizing that, the sleepiness that had been fogging my head vanished in an instant.

Goodbye dreamland, hello reality.

In that a bit messy of my room, stood in front of me a woman who just stripped the blanket of me and my bed.

A woman with glossy long black hair, fair white skin, high nose with fine body outline, lush lips pulled tight forming a straight line shape and beautifully thin but frowned eyebrows showing a sign of anger.

If one was to look at her piercing sharp eyes, one would be confused whether to call them frightening or beautiful. Nonetheless, one without a doubt would agree that she has very attractive face shape.

To add to her beauty, she is almost 180 cm in height. Slender and long legs with constricted waist line, and her chest underneath the apron she was wearing was like giving pressures of coming out from her apron.

With such cherry picked model-or-gravure-idol-like style of a woman, unless he is a severe pedophile, homosexual or impotent, she would surely captivate the eyes of any man.

Even so, such beauty and nice body never tug at my heartstrings. If I were to give a reason,

Morning, mom.

it is because she is my mother.

Morning. Hurry up and get up, everyone is already at the table for breakfast.

After saying that, Mom left my room leaving the door opened.

At least close the door its so cold.

Looking at the watch on my wrist, it was 6:50 in the morning. As a high-school student with no morning club practice, I could say it is quite an early time to wake up.

Anyway, since Mom had awakened me up, it was not like I could go back to sleep again.

Oh well, lets get up and get prepared.

And so, my unchanging, dull but peaceful life as Kurono Mao today, begins.

I put on my school uniform and went out of my room on the second floor.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth as usual morning grooming, I went to the living room for breakfast.

Like what Mom said, two figures already seated at the dining table.

Morning.

Upon my greeting, both of them paid their attention to me.

Morning.

One of them is my father.

He is about to enter his 30s but still looked young. In addition to his beautiful wife, his young appearance never fails to surprise his friends and acquaintances.

If he said he is only in his 20s, no one would doubt him at all. Moreover, because of his small and slight figure and baby-face, one might even mistaken him for a teenager.

Looking at my fathers figure, I sometimes think that he never ages or his time is stopped or something.

I think by the time I graduated from high school, if we were to stand next to each other I would surely look older than him.

Oh by the way, I am somewhat tall, nothing like my short-figured father so I could say I look more like my mother.

While I splendidly inherited my moms tall height and her sharp-looking eyes, having a height of 183 cm with villainous eyes, I look like a frightening demon.

Although I am glad for being tall, but I also feel kind of sad for having nothing close to my fathers pretty face.

Thanks to my villainous face, even though I do not do anything wrong, people seem to be afraid of me

Morning, Mao.

The other person at the dining table was my sister, Mana.

Completely the opposite of me, my sister took after my father; cute, petite, lovely, vulnerability-over-9000, the one-that-makes-you-feel-you-have-to-protect-her-from-any-danger type of pretty girls.

A college student with twin-tailed black hair that suits her very much; my lovely sister.

Are you making bento today too?

Ah yea.

Seeing the cute response of my sister with faintly red-dyed cheeks, I think my heart skipped a beat.

//TN: The actual sentence sounds like the bento is for MC but her sister is actually making it for her boyfriend, not him. I thought it was weird for her sister blushed when making bento for his brother //

However, the secretly-blooming affection within her small-chest was clearly not towards me, but to her boyfriend she got recently.

//TN: MC used the word (mune) for chest which also can be read as heart, but I keep it as chest since MC also wanted to tell us that her sister has small-chest//

Similar to my dad, my sister is usually expressionless, and now she was making such lovely and easy-to-read face. The reason is mainly because she just made her first boyfriend.

Oh well I guess she is that happy. Although I have no slightest idea about boys-and-girls relationship.

It is fine. Someday the day I would get a girlfriend will come too, maybe, most likely, probably, I hopefully wish so.

While trying to let go of anxiety in my heart, I stood up from my chair and cleaned my dishes after finishing my breakfast; rice with miso soup added with something in it.

Are you going now?

While putting on my coat, I answered her.

Its raining, so Im taking bus today.

I see. Since the bus stop is quite far.

My sister who went to the same high school until last year knows that it takes quite a time to get to the bus stop from our house.

I can afford to take it easy if I rode my bicycle, but since it was raining heavily, I gave up on that thought.

Hey, dont forget this bento.

Oh thanks.

I took the bento from my moms hand, put it carefully in my bag so it would not get turned over and headed for the door.

Im going.

Sent off by my families, I could feel the chill in the air outside and started walking.

I was going to get off at the bus-stop in front of my school, however I still need to cross this one crossroad with a traffic-light to reach my school.

Holding a big opened umbrella under this heavy rain, there were a few other students like me, waiting for the traffic-light to turn green at the crossroad.

More students were coming in my way and since the traffic-light was still red, the number of students waiting to cross the road slowly increased.

Among them, I noticed a particular girl.

Because of her slim and slender figure, the dark blue umbrella in her hand looked big on her. With such small girl standing among the crowds of student, one usually will not notice her but her flaxen-long hair made her stands out, giving her a strong presence.

There was a girl who I think is her classmate beside her, as they were chatting while walking but then came to a stop when something was blocking them, which was me waiting for the traffic-light. Although I felt somewhat awkward to greet her as I were the reason their conversation stopped.

Ah.

Uh.

Casually, my eyes met hers.

Her long eyelashes edged her adorable rounded-eyes. Her eyes could stir a desire of wanting go out with her, they are truly deadly eyes to any man who saw them.

She has fair white skin and sharp body line, plus her straight nose bridge and small lush lips, completed with a beautiful face without any flaw to spoil it.

Her smooth-looking-flaxen-long hair was flowing down long her slim and feminine body line. The girl uniform she was wearing is the very definition of neat-and-clean and made her looked like a fine-lady.

If ideal beautiful girls of most men were to become reality, one of them would definitely be her, a perfect beauty with no flaw to complain about.

Since my eyes met hers and I could not pretend like I do not know her; surely not because she is a perfect beauty that everyone knows about, it was simply because I really do know her and she really does know me.

Good Morning, Shirazaki-san.

I prepared my heart, and greeted my same-year club member in the Literature Club, Shirazaki Yuriko.

Ah, good Good morning, Kurono-kun

Our Literature Club does not have that many members, and of course I know her name, she knows my name and we had conversations a few times before. If I were to say it, we are acquaintances but not yet friends.

With that said, I already greeted her as my part of courtesy, all she needed to do now is to turn her sight back to her friend who is currently giving me a very suspicious look and return to their lively talks and we both should be fine. Problem solved.

However.

As if she had something else to say, she just stood there in front of me.

But, in the end, she did not say a thing and the awkwardness and the silence continued between the two of us.

The difference in height between us is about 30 cm. As a result, I was in a situation where I ,naturally and literally, am looking down to her, which I think is a very bad situation.

Perhaps, and I really hope it is not, from other peoples view it might look like I am close questioning Shirazaki.

Uh,um Today

Lets go, Yuriko!

Shirazaki was about to say something but as the traffic-light turned green her friend had dragged her away by her arm and soon disappeared within crowds of students passing the crossroad.

What, are we gonna do something different for todays club activity?

There is no way Shirazaki would go out of her way to make small talks with me. If anything else, it would be about our club activity. Maybe today there is no club activity?

Oh well, Ill know when I go later.

But, that friend of Shirazaki was really, really giving me a look filled with hostility that made my heart of glass cracked a little.

Above all, Shirazaki herself did not even try to make eye contact with me, only an awkward greeting which made me slowly realized.

I guess, she really does hate me

Todays lesson was not as boring as one would think, or at least I think so. If one can properly learn and understand the lessons to a certain level, it should be no problem to keep up with the lessons overall. Maybe one can even somehow or other, wait for and enjoy the upcoming tests.

Even so, when one is too tired, any word that comes out from teachers mouth would have hypnotism effect that would put one to sleep, is what I think.

Hey Kurono, lend me you notes.

However, this time it was not me who got hypnotized and fell asleep, it was my friend.

I dont mind but, you know you shouldnt be sleeping all the way till the 4th period.

I said with half-amazed tone while handing him my notes that I copied exactly as it was on the blackboard during classical literature lesson.

Thanks! But you know, I kinda stayed up late last night so I couldnt help but to fall asleep.

This guy with not-so-graceful ahahaha laugh is one of my few friends, Saika Youta.

Right after 4th period is afternoon break. Saika whose seat is behind me was already into lunchtime-mode.

So, did you get to finish it last night?

Well, its kinda hard to get into the heroines route. At first, I thought I can just get any one of them and raise her affection level, but it seems I also need to care about other heroines too, so they wont get jealous.

By listening to a part of Saikas talks, one could already guess what was he talking about. Yes, he was talking about dating simulation games that are not supposed to be available to someone under 18.

So yeah, because of that, I had to spend more times that Id think, and I also stopped to watch late-night anime. I spent like one hour watching too.

Saika is not particularly tall or short, he is not slim nor fat neither. He is not wearing a glasses like an otaku usually does, but he likes those kind of stuffs.

Although he is not at a level where people would call him an otaku, but his level is not low neither, he is just fond of such stuffs.

Me too although not as much as Saika, but if I were to say it, I also belong to the same category of otaku as him.

The kind of writings I have been doing for my club activity, are not pure literature or mystery kind. It is more to light novel kind of things.

Isnt it fine if you just record those late-night animes instead?

No no, You need to watch them on-air! Watch and feel the story with them real-time!

Really? I see was what I appropriately replied as I took out my bento.

Oh yeah, by the way I heard about this morning, you came to school today with Shirazaki.

No, it was definitely not like that

Its fine, Kurono. You dont have to keep that thick character act with me.

Who the hell is acting. I am not that kind of guy who spends every day polishing his own character.

I saw it. The scene where you and her looking at each other in front of the traffic-light. Im so jelly. Such eroge-like kind of events, I wanna experience them in real life too!

Calm down, Shirazaki and I are just happens to be in the same club. No way it would turn out to be like those eroge-scenes.

Oh really?

Wow this guy is giving me a look of no trust at all, saying it right from the depth of his heart. I could even imagine a black-vortex-from-his-back effect from his overreaction.

That is what MC always says, all of them! Theyd be like I am just a regular high school student, unpopular, I dont have that kind of relationship with herNo matter how you see it, isnt it for goddamn-sure the heroines affection level is 100%!

I already told you, calm down. Dont mix reality with fantasy. Ill tell you this; I am not her childhood friend, I never make any kind of important promise with her, she does not come to my house everyday to wake me up, we do not meet for lunch at rooftop everyday at noon-break. Such eroge-like scenes arent happening at all.

Oh shut up, you got to do a two-shot scene of coming to school together with a beauty like Shirazaki. Isnt that would be the best thing ever happens to people like us?! If you tell me you feel nothing thing about that, can you even call yourself a man? A random high school guy would never get such eroge-event-like scene with girls!

Well thats

Now that he had said it, it might be true.

It does not really matter whether she is afraid of me or hates me, I am in a position where I can exchange greetings with Shirazaki every morning. That fact alone can already be considered a blessed chance.

If I was not in the Literature Club, I would probably ended up having no interaction with girls. As for my classmates, I think its fine even if I fairly remember their names. Besides, I do not want to be satisfied with just be able to exchange greetings with girls.

Hang on. If you put it that way, you too got your chance to talk with girls, right? Arent you in the Soccer club? That cute manager of your club, didnt you sometimes chat with her too?

You fool! That girl is dating the club captain. Not to mention, the third boyfriend since she entered high school! Nooo I dont wanna hear about real girls love story!

Dont be so picky, isnt it fine as long as shes a cute one?

Fool! Theres no way such girl whos on her third boyfriend is a heroine! Only in brutal-genre eroge or noon-