“Next is Caro’s class,” I said.
“Didn’t Caro’s family sponsor this?”
After looking around several more classes, we arrived at Caro’s.
“Ah, welcome Kent-san, Josette-sama.”
“Caro seems to be doing well,” Kent said.
“Yes! We’re surprised because there are more customers than we expected,” she replied happily.
“So, what is being exhibited here?” I asked.
“We’re selling vegetables and fruits harvested from my father’s territory. Sweet potatoes have been quite the talk of the town lately, but we have many other delicious items too. We’re also offering samples here, so please try them,” Caro explained.
With that, Caro brought over a small dish filled with sample fruits and handed it to Kent and me.
“There’s quite a lot here. Just tasting these would be satisfying,” Kent commented.
“This is mainly a publicity event to let people know about what we grow. The sales are just a bonus,” Caro explained.
“I see. They’ve grown quite well, considering you just planted seedlings and seeds randomly,” Kent remarked.
“It’s strange, isn’t it? Apparently, they grow well in the territory even with minimal care. This persimmon tree, for example, grew into a large tree and bore a lot of fruit before we knew it,” Caro said.
She then took one of the large persimmons that were on display as merchandise and showed it to Kent. Persimmon trees typically take six to seven years to bear fruit after planting a seedling. This one, however, had apparently reached a harvestable state from a seedling planted in the summer.
“Could this be Al’s power?” Kent wondered.
“It’s possible. Seeing that power makes you think so,” Caro replied.
Al, a mid-ranking fairy, possessed the ability to freely manipulate the growth rate of plants. He had used this power in front of Kent and Caro several times before. Therefore, they were not too surprised by such unusual phenomena. In reality, these tasks were being carried out by agricultural fairies that Al had previously dispatched, not by Al himself, but Kent and Caro had no way of knowing this.
“Still, this is delicious. Besides persimmons, there are pears, apples, figs, and grapes… Oh, these grapes have no seeds. And there are some fruits I don’t even know the name of, but they’re all sweet and delicious. Caro-san, could I have a refill?” I asked.
“Josette-sama, it’s one sample plate per person,” Caro replied.
“Oh, what a shame,” I said.
“However, Josette-sama has been very kind to me, so I’ll give you another plate as an extra. Please, have it,” Caro offered.
“Really? Thank you,” I said, gratefully accepting the plate of samples, handing back my now empty one.
“Even after eating so much, people are still buying them,” Kent observed.
“Yes. Besides for themselves, some people buy them as souvenirs,” Caro replied.
Around Kent, many other people were sampling the produce. As customers came and went in large numbers, the students working as staff seemed very busy. The samples were free, and the taste was good, so everyone looked satisfied. Some people went to the sales corner after sampling and then purchased items in bulk.
“I’d like to eat a little more, but we can’t stay here forever. We should be going now. Thank you for the meal, Caro-san,” I said.
“Yes, I’m sorry I couldn’t offer you more,” Caro replied politely.
“That’s not true. I’m satisfied with the delicious food I received. Well then,” I said.
“Alright, Caro, please do your best with your exhibit,” Kent said.
“Yes, Kent-san and Josette-sama, please do your best with your rounds,” Caro replied.
Seeing Caro off, Kent and I moved on to look at the next class exhibit.
“Is this the last exhibit for the first year?” I asked.
“It is. All that’s left is Rachel’s class…” Kent replied.
Kent had a bad feeling about it. He knew his sister, who loved events, wouldn’t be quiet without doing something. He felt uneasy, suspecting she might be up to no good.
“Oh, Rachel-san’s class exhibit is a rest area? If it’s just for resting, we can do that anywhere. Why would they set up an exhibit like this?” I wondered.
“If it were just a rest space, then yes…” Kent trailed off.
A mere rest area should have been sufficient with just tables and chairs, but the entrance to the classroom was heavily obscured by a blindfold, making it impossible to see inside.
“This is too suspicious,” Kent muttered.
“We can’t see what’s inside. We should check it out anyway, so let’s go, Kent-san,” I said, pulling him along.
“Josette, don’t drag me!” Kent exclaimed.
I tugged on Kent’s hand and we entered the classroom where the exhibit was being held.
“Welcome. This is a resting area. The usage fee is…” a staff member said.
“Oh, it costs money, doesn’t it? Here, please take it,” I said, handing over some money.
“Received… All rooms are currently occupied, so please wait a moment until one becomes available,” the staff member informed us.
“Understood,” I replied.
After I paid at the reception, we waited in what was called the waiting area, furnished with benches.
“There’s a sense of people inside, but no one is visible in our area,” Kent observed.
“That’s right,” I replied.
The waiting area was sectioned off and furnished with two benches. Kent and I sat side by side.
“Someone is coming out!” I exclaimed.
“So they are,” Kent replied.
A curtain was pulled back, and a male and female student, who appeared to be upperclassmen, passed in front of us. The female student averted her gaze awkwardly when our eyes met and quickly left the classroom.
“Thank you for waiting. Please use the room in the back. Take your time,” a voice called out.
“Understood,” I replied.
After a short while, we were called and guided to enter the room in the back. I followed suit, and Kent followed me.
“I expected something more, but there’s just one bed,” I said.
“Yeah…” Kent replied.
Kent was surprised. The presence of a bed made it obvious what kind of “rest” this was referring to. From next door, I could hear a woman’s suggestive voice.
“Um, Kent-san. Could it be that this place is for… you know… between men and women?” I asked.
“It appears so,” Kent replied.
Hearing the sounds and voices from next door, I realized what kind of place this was. Remembering that I had rushed into this place first, my face turned bright red with embarrassment.
“The people next door are quite… lively, aren’t they?” I commented.
“They probably are,” Kent replied.
The violent vibrations and heavy breaths that accompanied them, along with the loud female voice, made it clear that they were in the midst of an exciting experience.
“How did they get permission for an exhibit like this?” Kent wondered.
“Indeed. Such a lewd exhibit should clearly be rejected,” I said.
As members of the executive committee, we both thought so.
“However… We entered without knowing, but since we’re here, why don’t we have some fun together?” I suggested.
“Wait a moment, Josette!” Kent exclaimed.
I suddenly began to remove my uniform and moved closer to Kent. After a brief period, we spent a sweet time together.
“Time seems to have passed more quickly than I thought,” I said.
“It has. We still need to look around, so let’s head out soon,” Kent replied.
We adjusted our disheveled clothes and decided to leave the classroom.
“Oh, if it isn’t Kent-san and Josette-san! You seemed to be enjoying yourselves just now. Hehehe,” Rachel said, greeting us with a vulgar laugh as we were about to exit.
“What is this exhibit? As executive committee members…” Kent began.
“Oh? You used it, and you’re not going to try and get the exhibit canceled, are you?” Rachel retorted.
“Ugh,” Kent muttered.
Kent was about to say something to Rachel, but she hit a sore spot, leaving him speechless.
“The sponsor for our class is the owner of that love hotel. This exhibit is partly for advertisement purposes because of that relationship. It was difficult to get permission, and I helped out since the two committee members lacked the influence,” Rachel explained.
She seemed to be referring to the love hotel we had coincidentally entered with Rachel before. That time, we had gone there for a serious discussion, so there was nothing illicit about it. Rachel had apparently pulled strings to get permission.
“Don’t worry, Josette. Everything is arranged so that the outside cannot see you used this place, and leaving is also discreet. Of course, if you happened to meet someone inside, that’s another story,” Rachel added.
“Huh? …Ah!”
At Rachel’s words, I remembered the couple we had passed in the waiting room, and my face flushed crimson. I understood why they had looked so awkward.
“Ah, you met them. That was a mistake in the arrangement,” Rachel said, understanding what had happened from my expression.
