Prologue

The number of years since I haven’t had a girlfriend is the same as my age, 20 years.

It’s not that I’m not interested in the opposite sex. In junior high school, I had a girl I had an unrequited love for, and in high school, I used to imagine my ideal girlfriend.

However, the desire to have a girlfriend does not coincide with the phenomenon of having a girlfriend. If it were as easy as getting a rice ball from a convenience store, there wouldn’t be a single man in this world crying because he wants a girlfriend.

I used to feel a sense of impending crisis about my lack of any luck with women. However, I decided not to feel such impatience anymore.

I decided to pause looking for a girlfriend.

It’s not that I’m giving up. I’m just taking a break.

As a student, I have to work hard at my studies.

It’s not too late to start having fun with love after you become a working member of society.

And from there, the ideal development would be to be able to get married the moment my love for her flares up.

That’s why I don’t need a girlfriend right now.

I don’t even want one.

To become a fine husband in the future, I’m going to wholeheartedly work hard on my lessons for my wife.

Coming to such a decision, from the point of view of onlookers, I became a diligent and wearisome university student but…

One day, I—Kamijō Tsukasa, was pushed down by a high school girl.

A beautiful girl with blonde hair that seemed to be transparent to the light, was looking down at me, her cheeks dyed pink.

Her looks were so well-featured, that if you were to tell me that she was an angel, I would have to agree with you that she was. Her blonde hair was shining white as it approached the tips, making her look divine. The fact that her hair was a little black at the roots indicated that she was not an angel but an imperfect human being.

Then her light red lips opened.

“I’ll follow you for the rest of my life! Aniki! Please make me your underling!”

[TLN: Aniki = older brother but in a respectful manner]

If she just sat there silently, many men would be blinded and captivated in an instant.

However she declared, with a brave and sharp look that would kick off any man that approached her with ulterior motives.

People call someone like this girl, a yankee.

“ ‘Aniki’… I don’t plan on taking any underlings though.”

“Is that so!?”

“After all, I’m not a yankee…”

“I see, that’s certainly true… Then, then…”

The beautiful blonde girl pondered for a moment and then suddenly opened her eyes wide.

“That’s right, let’s become a married couple! I want to get married!! Please marry me!!”

“Haaaaa!?”

My baffled voice reverberated in the room.

I should mention it again, that my history of having a girlfriend is equivalent to my age.

In other words, she and I are not even dating yet.

——And yet, she suddenly proposed to me…

I never imagined that I and that beautiful blonde—Hata Erika, would end up like this.