Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

“He's gone.”

Laura set down her teacup. Priscilla, who had been rubbing her face into the spot Mira had just vacated, seeking warmth like a loaf of bread, also stood up.

Click. Priscilla locked the door to the clubroom with a look of longing in her eyes. Not that it mattered if Mira returned through a dimensional portal like when he left, but that had never happened before, so it seemed fine.

"Now that Mira’s gone, how about we get back to our group project?"

Laura's casual suggestion made Rosaria groan.

"Seriously, why call it a group project? There are plenty of better names, like collective intelligence or something."@@novelbin@@

"We’re dragging along a slacker who’s trying to freeload after botching their contribution. Doesn't that perfectly match the definition of a group project? It’s rather disappointing that you still refuse to accept such a simple truth, Rosaria."

“Slacker?!” Rosaria jumped in indignation, to which Laura responded with a smirk.

"Look down, will you? Despite carrying those large breasts, you’ve yet to pull off a proper physical offensive. If that doesn’t make you a slacker, what does? Even Priscilla here suggested a date first."

"...Why am I the example?" Priscilla muttered, her expression sulky, but she didn’t press further. She seemed to have her own reasons to stay quiet.

"From the first kiss to suggesting a bit more intimacy, then pleading with Mira to return from the Demon’s Realm, offering to wear the sacred dress if that would help—how is it that when everything’s set, you can’t even eat what’s been spoon-fed to you? If you need us to chew it and shove it down your throat, just say the word. We’ll arrange the time and place."

“N-No! That time I was desperate... but...”