Chapter 3: Okay, Perverted Behavior, I Can’t Explain

Teacher Hiratsuka Shizuka dragged Himekoji Akito along, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck as easily as holding a chick. She hauled the half-naked Himekoji straight through the school gates.

Hey, where does she get all that strength?!

Himekoji Akito struggled restlessly in Teacher Hiratsuka Shizuka’s grasp.

Being stared at by classmates in public… it was so embarrassing…

Luckily, the female teacher disliked being treated as a spectacle too. So—

“What are you looking at? Get to your classrooms! Don’t you know you’ll be late?”

The students gathered around, who had been whispering and watching the show, flinched at her shout. They fell silent, promptly averted their gazes, and quickly went about their business.

Despite this female teacher looking every bit the Yamato Nadeshiko, she was actually coarse and violent. In the gentle and mild-mannered atmosphere of Toyonoshi Academy, her rebellious aura stood out like a beast among rabbits.

Incidentally, her specialty was martial arts. Hmm, don’t ask how Himekoji Akito knew that…

Anyway, it was seriously abnormal for a female teacher to be good at fighting! Plus, judging by how she enjoyed watching others’ embarrassing moments but wouldn’t allow others to watch hers, she was bossy and nasty!

Yes, absolutely, that was it!

Himekoji Akito used every bit of his talent to slander her in his mind.

“Teacher, if it’s okay with you, could I maybe put my clothes back on first…”

“Shut up!”

“…Yeah.” Himekoji Akito could only hug the clothes he’d stripped off in front of Nanami tightly to his chest, sulking.

“They say that a man becomes a magician after being single for thirty years, so, as the counterpart, does a woman become super strong?”

Himekoji Akito couldn’t keep his mouth shut and started muttering to himself again.

“I told you to shut up!”

Accompanying her voice came a gust of wind.

A fist’s wind blast. A punch, thrown without warning, skimmed past Himekoji Akito’s cheek. At that moment, his hairs stood on end.

“Next time, I’m not pulling it!”

A woman’s age is a taboo topic!

The female teacher glared at Himekoji Akito, her eyes practically popping out. She was just barely still considered a beauty, but adding this terrifyingly intense gaze made her incredibly oppressive. Scary.

Dragged bodily by Teacher Hiratsuka Shizuka all the way, they finally reached the office door. Himekoji Akito was unceremoniously flung inside by the female teacher.

She strode straight to her desk, pulled out her chair, and plopped down onto it with the exaggerated swagger of a big man. She gave Himekoji Akito a quick glance before suddenly speaking irritably:

“Seriously, why haven’t you put your clothes on yet? Are you an exhibitionist? Sensei isn’t interested in scrawny frames like yours.”

“You never gave me time to get dressed!” Himekoji Akito felt wronged.

“Ah, whatever, I can’t be bothered arguing.” Teacher Hiratsuka Shizuka waved a hand impatiently. “So, what’s the latest stunt? Public indecency? Even if you like Nanami-san, doing something so outlandish isn’t the way to show it.”

“Oh, right. If we factor in you being a pervert, then yeah, that makes sense.”

The female teacher paused, rubbing her chin thoughtfully as if asking and answering her own question.

“Sensei, it’s not what you think. There’s a much deeper reason behind this…” Himekoji Akito forced himself to speak, steeling his nerves.

“Oh?” The female teacher crossed her long legs, one over the other. She raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

“It might be as you suspect, but I can explain!”

“Oh?”

The female teacher’s eyebrow twitched faster. She even started jiggling her leg slightly, looking utterly bored and impatient. It seemed like if Himekoji Akito’s explanation failed to satisfy her, she’d immediately unleash her passionate teacher’s Sensei of Justice iron fist again.

He gathered his words for about three seconds—

“Okay, I can’t explain.”

Himekoji Akito sagged like a deflated ball.

Clearly, trying to explain the reason—his brain harboring a Perverse Choice System—would only drive Teacher Hiratsuka Shizuka into such a rage, she’d probably punch him flying on the spot.

He could practically picture the line—

“Think you’re messing with some fool, huh? Prepare to die!”

That’s roughly how it’d go…

In short: Perverted behavior. Himekoji Akito couldn’t explain it.

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