Mr. Euto had troublesome tastes
“When you mean loyal, do you mean someone who only likes you?”
“Yes. But also, when I am talking to other girls, she should pretend that she doesn’t care, but inside, she should be burning with jealousy. I would like someone like that.”
“Huh…?”
What the hell was he talking about…?
“Hmm? Because if she is jealous, doesn’t it prove that she only cares about me? As I said before, it is a very intense emotion… So…perhaps it will lead to her looking at me coldly?”
“Uh…”
How was I supposed to answer him?
Ms. Lugretta was better off giving up on this man. She should just look for someone else now.
“…You want the woman to only think about you, but you are going to be with other women… I keep being put-off by the things you say…”
“Huh? Keep? Have I said something strange that many times?”
“Uh…yes.”
“But I thought we were friends… Uh… Oh…”
“Stop with that fake crying. Besides, I didn’t say that I hated you.”
Besides, for the most part, he was very easy to talk to. Even if we hadn’t been acquainted for that long, I could relax around him more than say…Mr. Ekenhart.
These days I could talk to Mr. Ekenhart without worrying about status or anything, but I had been quite intimidated when we first met.
“Anyway, putting aside these…masochistic tendencies aside… Don’t you have…any other preferences when it comes to women?”
“Hmm…indeed… Maybe someone who looks cute when they laugh?”
“Yes, like that! Finally, a normal answ…”
“What was that? Takumi?”
“Uh… I hope that I’m wrong here… But when you say laugh, it’s not like…when they are pressuring you or anything, right?”
“Oh, well done! You know me too well. Could it be that we are the same?”
“I am definitely now… Not at all!”
There was no medicine to cure this man.
“Hah… Nevermind. I don’t want to hear anymore about your taste in women…”
“Ah, so you’re giving up on me!? Hey, wait a minute. This doesn’t feel very satisfying!”
“I doubt waiting will result in a good answer… Yes, Phillip and Nicholas are nodding in agreement.”
I felt bad for Ms. Lugretta, but there was no use talking to him any further.
“No, no, no. Slow down. Hmm. Let’s see… Something different from my tastes… My preferences… Hmm?”
He began to mutter to himself.
“Ah! That’s right! I like long hair. Shiny long hair!”
“…Hair?”
As for me, I thought it depended on what suited the person. But there were times when I was drawn to that kind of long hair. Like Claire’s.
“…Also…I suppose… I want to be wrapped up in long hair?”
It was easy enough to guess what he was going to say next.
Actually, I remember an old classmate from high school saying something similar.
Obviously, the rest of us boys looked at him with disgust.