BEST. TRANSLATION. EVER.
Nice... Moar :)
Why don't you keep it in one thread?
Sorry missed it. I guess it jumped pages while I looked. I still think this is thread worthy for the lulz though.
Oh, God, Kyon is so fappable.
7 raws soming right up. Only last two were um....transbogulated or whatever you wanna call it.
I humbly request someone fixes slowchan
Whoever fixed 4chan...thank you. I am now done
It was a misfortune
>BEST. *. EVER.
it's like some eleven used babelfish
Dude there are only 7. Are you that goddamn lazy?
Stupid sexy Kyonko.
Yes motherfucker, I need RAWS
You have them
THERE ARE SEVEN PAGES. UNTRANSLATED. THEY HAVE BEEN POSTED HERE. THEY ARE THE RAWS.
Is that... Is that Mako-chan?
Genderswitch Taniguchi ｷﾀ━━━━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━━━━ !!
Someone posted this the other day and I liked it. So. Repost.
Today was not a good day for her.
Sure, Suzumiya’s antics were fun once in a while– alright, she enjoyed herself a lot in the company of the SOS Dan. But when that damned Haruki was deliberately keeping her after school, and for no apparent reason...that was something she wouldn’t stand for. She did have schoolwork to do, after all.
And today, Haruki was acting in a manner that she found strangely unsettling. He was almost nervous. She was sitting in front of him in the (stolen) club room, her hands on her knees, and he was bending over and looking at her; as usual, he was far too close for comfort. He had been weird, recently. Every day he did something different to his appearance- for example, today his shirt was missing three of its buttons. She didn’t know why he did this, but it merely struck her as Suzumiya acting a little stranger than he usually did. But today he seemed...less confident than usual. He looked at her like she was a specimen under a microscope, seeming intrigued and then amused, raising an eyebrow...blushing. What on earth did he want? She hadn’t known that he was even capable of a blush.
“Well, Kyonko!” He straightened up, grinned his usual, ridiculous grin, and slapped his hands together with a certain finality to his tone. She cringed, both at the volume of his voice and at the use of that terrible nickname. He’d never bothered to ask for her real name. Nobody did. Even her little brother used it- and how she would have liked to hear ‘nee-san’ once in a while... “Why don’t we get started?”
“What?” She narrowed her eyes in her usual lukewarm manner, but something about the way he looked at her was bothering her. She crossed her arms across her chest, suddenly self-conscious, but still trying to appear disinterested. Oh, the things she did just to keep up appearances!
“Kyonko! I’m a healthy boy!” A little too healthy, if you ask me. His hands were on either side of her, gripping the sides of the chair. Why did he look so excited? She could almost hear his fluttering heartbeat. She tilted her head to avoid his gaze, fixing her eyes on something over Haruki’s shoulder. Wait, what was that costume? There were fishnets, and...god, how did Suzumiya expect to fit Asahina-kun into that thing?
i'd find her bag
“Yeah, you’re not fat or anything.” She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. If this lasted any longer- if he didn’t pull away right now- she might be unable to keep up her monotone.
“Pay attention to me!” He had grabbed her ponytail and pulled so that she was forced to look in his direction. That was not fair play. She raised an eyebrow as he raised his voice. “I’m sixteen years old! I’m already long overdue for this!”
“I have to say that I’m not following you he- uhhh...” Her sentence trailed off as he touched her. She understood now, ever-so-vaguely, and just at the notion of it she felt as though she were going to have a heart attack. Yet, she stayed absolutely still as his fingers brushed over her collarbone, then ran down the front of her shirt. She held her breath as his hand hovered over her breast. His touch was gentle, like he thought he might break her (interesting, she thought, because he was a lot rougher when he was telling her what to do every day) and he was curious- boyish in his advances, a quality that she admired, though she would never admit it.
“I’m talking about the bond between men and women,” he said, suddenly terribly serious. And then, looking into her eyes, he suddenly appeared flustered, and he turned away. With his back to her, he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a book that he was thumbing through. Kyonko’s eyes widened and she tried, from where she was sitting, to crane her neck and peek at the cover. It wasn’t like Haruki to read much of anything at all, and...
How to Lose Your Virginity in Eight Easy Steps...she should have known.
Have you checked your pronouns?
It's purpose use of improper pronouns however.
DAMN YOU! Now you got the CP Fag proofreading his paste instead of spamming it to us all!
sorry, will some Itsuko cheer you up?
or maybe Kyonko
IN BEFORE HOTTEST GENDERSWAP EVER
FUCK...I was only half way done....HALF WAY DONE.
That was all I had to copypaste.