Cultural differences?

TL/ED: Bogdi

Apparently, I slipped on a “Umaibō”, that had fallen on the floor.
I then pushed Leah to the ground.

“…… Ow!”

“Are you okay, Lida?”
“Yeah, well, I’m …… fine.
Oh, Oojirou.”

“Hmm?”

Because our faces were so close to each other, I didn’t have time to avoid the kiss.
It was brief, but it was also passionate.
Thanks to her, my brain was spiking with beta-endorphins and my brain juices were flowing like crazy.
In other words, I’m dying of happiness.

“Ehehe♡”

“No, really.
It looks like you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.
But the Umaibō is shattered.”

“Well, powdered sticks are good, too.”

It’s not inedible.
It’s a shame to throw them away, so why not use them in cooking? I’m sure there’s a recipe for that.
I’ll have to check out a recipe site later.

I stood up, faking it.
In fact, my heart was racing to the point where I could have been rushed to the emergency room.

I was confident that I was already used to kissing, but I guess my body is just honest.

Even though it is a force of nature, the fact that a beautiful Russian girl was forced down and was in close contact with me, I felt like I was going to lose my mind.
I’m not sure if I can handle living with her.
…… I’m confident I’ll perish if things continue as they are.

“I’ll go to the bathroom first.”

Lida seemed to be upset as well.
Even though it wasn’t intentional, it must have been a surprise.
What’s that? …… I think I hear some kind of rustling?

“Whoa! Lida, why are you taking off your uniform here!?“

“Hmm, cultural differences?”

Is that what Russians do?

This is killing my rationality.

Stop ……!