**Episode 034: Pitfalls of Composure (Yukki Yuna’s Perspective)**

■ Yukki Yuna’s Side

It had been about two weeks since we evacuated to Arisugawa Academy. We had been able to pass the time without much trouble thanks to the supplies regularly provided by someone (laughs).

While I had no complaints about that, there was another source of dissatisfaction.

“Sigh…”

Thinking about it, I sighed while looking out the window in the assigned observation room.

“What’s wrong, Onee-chan?”

“What’s wrong? Well, you know, that and this.”

My younger sister, Kana, approached me and asked about it. In response to her question, I gestured with my chin towards the guys on the school grounds.

“Ah, I’ve got them too. They’re creepy and annoying.”

Kana grimaced in disgust at my answer.

Even now, they occasionally looked up at our room and waved. It seemed clear that their intentions were not pure.

Especially the guys, particularly those involved in sports, would stare at us as if trying to mock us when they saw us. Then, for some reason, they would approach us with absurd requests.

Our equipment, especially our suits, seemed to be provoking their feelings. However, this suit was a precious gift from him, and, above all, its performance was overwhelmingly superior, so I had no intention of taking it off.

I’ve been touched by the tentacles a few times, but they are deflected by a barrier-like thing I can create, preventing any impact from reaching me. It feels like my body is being slightly repelled just outside.

More importantly, the suit doesn’t get dirty, and it even has a purification function. Thanks to that, we can maintain a constant state of cleanliness without taking a bath or removing the suit, keeping both our clothes and bodies clean.

The protectors guard the important parts and joints, so the provocation factor is better controlled in the upper body just by wearing this combat suit than being exposed.

A week has passed since the appearance of the monsters, and as we realized that there were sufficient supplies, the tension began to fade, and from that surplus of mental energy, other things became unbearable.

It started with sexual desires, complaints about not being able to take a bath, getting tired of the food, wanting to change clothes, and various other issues.

However, what’s difficult is that we haven’t been able to clearly reject the men who are running wild, fearing their rampage.

Currently, the school is being managed by the former teachers, divided into combat and support units. When the Shadows attack, the combat unit takes charge of the fight.

The combat unit has many men, and there are few women.

Of course, I think it was the intention of the higher-ups not to put women in a difficult position, but it’s completely counterproductive.

The men who have become strong in combat have started to approach women, thinking they are protected by them. Because some women have actually gotten involved, after another week, it has become uncontrollable.

We realized this and immediately volunteered desperately for the combat unit, succeeding in preventing them from widening the level gap. If we stuck with them, they would come after us too. So, for the past week, we’ve been skillfully evading and dealing with them.

“If we continue like this, it’s only a matter of time before they make a move on us. Ugh, it’s disgusting.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to be touched by those guys.”

“True. If we have to be touched anyway…”

However, even that is reaching its limits.

They are gaining strength day by day, and it wouldn’t be surprising if they resort to using force at any moment.

Comparing them to those men with nothing but impure intentions might be futile, but even if there were impure intentions, it would be better if they restrained themselves properly and helped us without expecting anything in return, like that person did.

With him, if it comes to it, I wouldn’t mind letting him do whatever he wants with this body that has never been seen or touched by the opposite sex.

But those perverted bastards are absolutely out of the question.

“Yeah, you’re right. Kotaro would be fine.”

As I was thinking about such things, Kana sharply interjected.

“W-Well, I don’t mean it like that!?”

“Hmm. Really?”

“Ugh. If I had to choose, I guess I’d prefer him…”