The only English she really knows. (Pink Trigger)

I had braced myself for a romantic, heartfelt confession. Seeing Ushiromiya Jessica confess her feelings to Kanon... as both a Witch Hunter and a man of love, it was a fitting finale to my efforts.

Had I taught Jessica anything like that, though? Had I taught her how to apologize for not having courage? Or how to tell a boy she liked to use her real name when they were alone?

Nope. I taught her how to read from a sex ed textbook and told her that it didn't matter what she said. So, of course, she had gone to grab the textbook from my bag. Now, with a foolish grin on her face, she tried to shape her complex feelings around the ill-fitting words I'd given her.

<"Kanon... sex education is an important topic for young people who are just beginning to discover their sexuality. It is important to understand that these urges are a normal part of growing up.">

There was no response from behind the door. Kanon was surely stunned into silence by Jessica's words.

"Uh... what' I'm saying is...! <People m-masturbate for many reasons! Masturbation may or may not lead to orgasm.>"

"... Milady..." the voice came from behind the door.

... See, Jessica? He sounds... a little shaken, doesn't he? I know it's embarrassing. It's so embarrassing I'm embarrassed, too, I tell her. It's so embarrassed that I'm embarrassed for her, I don't tell her. Just keep going...

"No, Kanon! I n-need to tell you, uh, <the penis will become erect when-!>"

"Milady! Please..." that voice came again. "Please, stop. I'm only furniture... but, still..."

This was the moment. The plan worked, right? He was about to confess his love.

"I... actually... know some English..."

Of course not. I winced as Jessica slowly turned toward me with her eyes spinning and her mouth hanging open. "... Teacher.... P-P-Player... W-What do I...?!"

I hold up a hand to stop Jessica. You have to face what's on the other side of that door alone. As for me, I'm a man of love. I can't handle mysteries, like how you get out of this. I can't handle horror, like the terrifying situation you now face. Basically, I can't handle this situation at all!

Forgive me Jessica! I turned and ran for the window. I tripped and fell. Glass shattered, and some of it must have embedded in something vital, because I never felt myself hit the ground.

At least those two probably aren't thinking about Jessica's English any more.