Afterword

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Long time no see. Or perhaps, nice to meet you. I’m Isogawa Maware.

This work marks my third rom-com series.

Readers who’ve picked up my previous works must be utterly shocked right now.

That Isogawa—the perverted Isogawa who gets excited by black-haired beauties’ venomous tongues—wrote a blonde heroine!?

At this point, I won’t bother questioning why the author’s fetishes are so blatantly exposed.

It’s all because of my lack of virtue, isn’t it?

No, wait, I don’t remember doing anything wrong, okay?

I mean, in my personal life, people compliment me saying things like “elegance is a word born for you.”

Though after feeling good about that, I looked in the mirror and my fly was down.

That’s not elegance—that’s vulgarity!

Ahhh, enough trying to cover it up. I’ll just confess honestly. Might as well come clean and feel better about it.

Isogawa absolutely loves black-haired beauties’ contempt, cold gazes, and judgmental stares.

“Could you not look this way?”

“Don’t come near me.”

“You’re disgusting”—these aren’t insults, they’re rewards, and I’ll never stop believing that.

Verbal abuse is great, isn’t it? Absolutely the best.

It’d be a lie to say those desires weren’t reflected in my previous rom-com works.

So then, how was this work’s heroine—the blonde ura-gyaru-chan—born?

The answer is: because getting teased by a blonde gyaru seems fun.

No, to be more accurate, I suppose it’s because I was envious of that scenario.

Recently, I’ve seen heated debates about whether gyaru who are kind to otaku actually exist, but I’m in the “they don’t exist” camp.

However, I have actually witnessed a gyaru who seemed to be having fun teasing an otaku.

Back in my school days, there was this otaku-kun who was deeply absorbed in a certain field—though not subculture ※Unfortunately, it wasn’t the author!

His actions and words, shaped by his unique sensibilities, were often completely unpredictable.

I’ll spare you the details, but there was this time when a female student (gyaru) was conveying some information to otaku-kun about where to meet up.

The normally taciturn guy responded with, “Understood, my lord.”

Needless to say, the female student exclaimed “My lord!?” in surprise, then burst into laughter. She was completely hooked.

After that, perhaps because she looked forward to otaku-kun’s reactions and comments, she started messing with him frequently.

Though it never developed into romance, that scene was just so… jeal—I mean, enviable, you know?

That memory might be one of the catalysts for this work’s creation.

Acknowledgments. To my editor, N-mura-sama.

I’ve reconfirmed that he is indeed a total perv—ahem ahem—a gentleman possessed by plump thighs.

Thank you for your continued support from the previous work. I humbly ask for your continued guidance going forward.

To Natasha-sama, who handled the illustrations.

You magnificently expressed the different charms of the same person—her front and back sides.

The front is Saint-sama, radiant as the sun; the back is ura-gyaru-chan, mysterious as the moon. Both are absolutely perfect!

To the readers who picked up this work, I’d like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude. Thank you so much!

Finally, I’d like to express my thanks to everyone who was involved in this work.

Isogawa Maware