Emotion Taster

Arc 1 Organic Waste: Chapter 7 - Feedback

I know it's a little weird when she turns down help from Amalia. At first I thought that he was in a condition that he could not fight because he had a big weakness. It was like some kind of disgrace that the three people were holding for the threat of remaining silent.

However, if that was the case .. her attitude towards Amalia should have been more friendly. Rejecting rudely is different from giving in to circumstances. It's like he himself chose, and was angry when anyone interfered with the choice.

“I didn't tell you to wear make up. Simply comb your hair neatly, set a sleeping pattern, and learn to smile.” I said I finished bread. “The shape of your face and body from the beginning has been good, it is very normal that previously many men were interested. So, why don't you try—”

“...!?”

Emotional waves. Imarine slashed his right punch at my head.

Buk.

Gkhg!?

I squinted one eye, gritted my teeth, and flicked the left arm just now that was used as the shield for the attack of Imarine. Even if the girl's punch was deflected in the other direction, the hard blow was enough to make my hand hurt.

“Heh .. hehehe ..” my deham who still endures pain. “If you have the strongest strength just now, you should be able to fight them. Play cool by giving them lessons, make them kapok let you free from—”

“Whispering! I don't need your help,” he snapped that cut my sentence.

Dug, drug ....

The anger kept flowing into my mouth. Spicy taste, sore eyes, and a driven chest continue to increase. I acted calm, but I actually held back from getting carried away by her emotions.

For a few seconds I was silent, holding back all the emotions he was releasing until my body was completely stable.

I very rarely do this, provoking out negative emotions from someone, it's like self-harm to me. Her emotional waves .. rose and fell drastically and made me feel sick.

“You? Am I not here alone?” I come back in a relaxed tone.

“Play stupid? At most you lackey the mute girl, ‘kan?”

“Nails? Ahaha ... somehow sounds cute if you say—”

*Whoush ....

Increased emotional waves.

Hn!?

I immediately pulled my head back. The seat without the backrest I sat on allowed my body to float on its side like playing limbo. If my hand hadn't held on to the seat, I might have fallen backwards.

The girl tried to hit again. With the right hand pointing to the head horizontally. It's like a slap, but with a fist.

Ah, goddamn.

Bruck.

In the end, I lost my balance. The backstroke was too strong, making the force I was exuding unstoppable and eventually falling. Fortunately I fell on the grass, not too sick even though the head landed first.

When I was sprawled with my head down and my feet left on the seat, Imarine walked away from me. I heard footsteps and felt a wave of emotions drifting away.

“...”

Alright. For a while, I might just stop getting here. Getting close to her would probably give me a more severe hateful effect.

Just this time I found someone who doesn't like to be praised. Usually women will release the slightest happy emotion of praise. I don't feel he doesn't like it, usually the excessive praise makes some people disgusted, so the emotions will be bitter. However, this time was different, the waves of Imarine emotions were filled with anger.

Hmn ....

But, by the way .. the inverted position with the head down turned out to be quite comfortable. For a while I thought without changing my position. The sensation when blood flowed into my brain was enough to give a freshness to my consciousness. Not to mention the surface of the garden grass that pierces the surface of the head and upper face.

Hehe.

Even if it is too long it will give a feeling of dizziness.

I got up from that place, moving from the garden towards the hall. Since today's task of finding information is done, I'll just have to wait for Amalia with her surveillance report.

The school I occupy now is designed to have two regions. With the hall space as an intermediate, I can name the western region as a student public area, and the eastern region as a special area.

Imarine just ate in a special area, the park owned by the school is quite protected from the touch of students. The plants are well cared for by some, so it is strictly forbidden to set foot there.

The area has no public place except the library. The rest were special places that ordinary disciples rarely went through.

I walked from the east side of the hall and turned towards the west.

It was on this side that Amalia did her job. Imarine was silent in a special area to avoid people, but the three people should still be comfortable in the student public area as it was very close to the canteen.

After arriving at the hallway on the west side, I stood waiting while looking at the view of the students playing in the field. There were male students playing football. Even though it is now a break, they still take time to do the match. Perhaps the goal is to heat up the body before the exercise hours actually begin.

Oh ... He finally came.

After about ten minutes passed, I saw Amalia, and she ran towards me through the hallway of the second-grade student building. With robed clothes, white hair, and slightly glowing diamonds, I could find them easily in the hustle of this school.

“Hah .. hah ...,” his breath that gasps after arriving before me.

“...”

But, I took two steps back to re-create the distance. Not only because of the wave of his emotions, but something in me that others also refused to get close to him.

“Amalia ..,” call me from that distance. “Maybe it's a little late to say this .... But, you are not ashamed to wear such a dress?”

“...!?”

Before I didn't feel this way because I was distracted by something else. In contrast to now that I could see it clearly, his clothes were so contrasted with those of the other disciples. Make me who saw it also feel awkward.

Aren't you the one who told me to look like this?

“Haha .. okay, sorry. You also do not look like other people, so it may not matter—”

Bugs.

There was a fast-moving object, my eyes and reflexes responded, it was a soccer ball drifting from the direction of the field.

“Woi, look out!” I shouted at Amalia.

The ball shot from the field towards the hall where we were standing. According to the shape of the curvature and speed my brain predicted, it would hit the girl.

“...?”

Amalia did not dodge, she tended to make a confused expression while looking to the side slowly. His slow response made him do no evasion at all.

Bugh.

“...!?”

I didn't have time to protect Amalia, my distance was too far because I had stepped back because of the emotional waves from her menstrual cycle. As a result my lunge only brought me and Amalia closer.

*Whoush ....

Ghuakh!?

FEEDBACK ...!

Emotional waves.

Amalia did not get away, the ball hit her shoulder and bounced back onto the field. He did not scream, but his face and waves of emotions were screaming.

Of course Amalia felt the pain of the hit. He began to hold onto his shoulder and automatically changed position to half-standing while growling mutely.

Brukh's.

Akhtnm ... Hfhm ... Huh .. hah ....

While I .. I fell. Loss of energy in the legs in total because of feeling the reciprocity is extraordinary. As if someone was gouging out my head, as if my eyes wanted to get out of place, the pain was so great that I could not move much.

It's all because of Amalia.

When menstruating, a woman's skin will become sensitive. A little bit of a collision can make them angry. I understand that feeling, I hate men who take it for granted. The woman was enduring the excruciating pain, and I was the man who could feel it.

　

　

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