Competition (2)

The two of them had been glaring each other down, each ready to unleash a killing blow, just moments ago.

Yet somehow, after reaching an agreement through some channel of female communication I knew nothing about, they switched targets.

“……No, girls. Wait a second.”

“Just stay still. Your arm's hurt, so what are you struggling around for?”

If they'd at least grabbed each other by the hair and attacked with an “if I die, you die too” attitude, I could have stopped them, but who would have expected them to change tactics so quickly?

I looked back and forth between Baek Seol-ah and Seo Ahyun with an incredulous expression, but they paid no attention to my attempts to stop them and calmly continued what they were doing.

First, one of them seized my relatively free left arm and forcibly made me sit on the sofa.

The other tucked her flowing hair behind her ear and demurely knelt before me.

To clarify, the former was Baek Seol-ah, and the latter was Seo Ahyun. Just when they seemed about to clash again over how to service me, they soon decided the order fairly and peacefully with rock-paper-scissors─.

In truth, even that method was somewhat questionable as a measure of fairness...