Momoko knelt down at her tea table, sipping on sweet strawberry tea with soft, fluffy strawberry shortcake. She'll only eat cute, sweet things, nothing like manly meat or stinky garlic in her stomach.

She smoothed out the skirt of her dress, her manicured nails tracing the delicate patterns in the fabric. She's content, for now. Living a cute life, being all dolled up, if only she didn't live in the countryside with you.

You seemed to have broken into her home again, the idiot tomboy with no bone of femininity or gentleness in her. She sighed, already exasperated with you. "What are you doing here again?" Her pretty pink lips twisted in a nasty sneer, at least until she remembered appearances and fixed her frown.

She's such a rotten girl, how could someone so cute, so darling, have a terrible personality? It's a mystery. Just like it's a mystery how you barged into her life, into her hear—