Chapter 25: A World Where Everyone is Happy, Where No One Got Hurt, is Complete.

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“Huff— Huff— Huff—”

Her chest heaved as Queen Miura’s displeased exhalations sounded right beside his ear.

“What nonsense are you doing? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

In an instant, with wide eyes, she uttered a voice exceptionally scary and frightening.

As expected of the Queen?

Miura, with both the scale of her chest and her sharp, imposing presence, perfectly matched the reputation of the class Queen.

“Oh? So that means, when you’re not busy, it’s fine if I mess with you, right?”

Himekoji’s flippant and teasing smile was probably infuriating enough to kill a person.

“How vulgar…”

“Lowlife!”

“Gross! Pervert! Pervert, pervert, pervert!”

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And so, after spouting such terrible lines, Himekoji’s reputation in the class worsened even more.

But, stuff like this was irrelevant. If he really cared, Himekoji Akito should probably have jumped off a building long ago, right?

However, there was one person whose actions caused a faint, irksome sense of unease in Himekoji Akito.

Over in one part of the classroom, that Nanami girl, the one berating him the most enthusiastically.

For just the word “Pervert,” wasn’t she repeating it at least four times in a single line, if he heard correctly? She really didn’t need to emphasize it so much! If her vocabulary was that poor, she should go learn more words first!

“Mihara-kun, you’ve gone too far.”

At that moment, “Normie King” Hayama seemed to finally have seen enough. Frowning, he stepped forward directly to try and stop it.

That was just like him, the standing-up hero type.

But—

Screw you, Mihara!

Using the tired old trick of deliberately mispronouncing someone’s name to show displeasure and disdain was so lame! If you look down on someone, just say it outright!

“And here’s something even worse.”

Himekoji curled his lips into a cold smile.

Originally, achieving this much was enough, and he had planned to stop right here after his goal was met. But at this moment, he suddenly changed his mind.

Since Hayama Hayato chose to involve himself now, Himekoji Akito found himself unwilling to simply back down or let it rest.

The reason had been mentioned before: Hayama Hayato was his enemy.

“I recall you were just trying to compare yourself to Yukinoshita, right? Saying something like ‘That Yukinoshita girl isn’t bad either’?”

Ignoring Hayama, Himekoji spoke while tilting his head playfully, his eyes sweeping up and down Miura.

“Congratulations! From a man’s perspective, I’m definitely on your side! Because putting everything else aside, just looking at your chest, you’ve already beaten her by a thousand times!”

“A man’s perspective? You mean a pervert’s perspective.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Himekoji keenly sensed a bone-chilling cold outside the door, utterly out of place for April. Even several meters away, it felt icy enough to make one shiver.

Yukinoshita Yukino stood there, arms folded, posture stiff and expression frosty.

Though, it was precisely because he had already noticed her presence that Himekoji had specifically and maliciously dragged that woman into the battlefield, wasn’t it?

Speaking such slanderous things right in front of her… a kind of strange, soaring, yet somewhat childish and naive sense of satisfaction suddenly rose in his heart.

“Beaten her by a thousand times?”

It was only this statement that Miura chose to agree with.

Momentarily forgetting that Himekoji was still trapping her with that kabedon gesture, the girl lightly tapped her delicate chin with a slender finger tipped in bright nail polish, and then, nodded.

“So by nodding, you’re agreeing to let me feel your chest? To verify the truth, to fairly and squarely defeat Yukinoshita?”

Himekoji paused briefly before continuing on his own.

“Well, to win, competitors sometimes resort to nasty tricks like stuffing padding down their tops or wearing killer padding to bluff. Not that I suspect you, but just to be safe, let me check, okay? It’s also to make Yukinoshita lose convincingly.”

Himekoji composed his expression, putting on a serious face.

Saying this, he seized the moment, extending his “righteously motivated” Sexual Harassment Hand.

However, no one would be fooled by such obvious nonsense. Even the seemingly simple-minded Miura wasn’t buying it.

Setting aside the ridiculousness of Himekoji’s words, the infamous “pervert” title he bore made his deception attempts especially difficult.

If Hayama had said these things, some girl might actually have willingly opened her chest to him? The gap between people was just that wide. Probably, if Hayama tried to trick someone, the victim would end up feeling content about it.

Smack!

A crisp, loud sound. Himekoji’s Sexual Harassment Hand was slapped away on the spot…

Wait. The one who reached out wasn’t Miura (who was a beat too late to react), nor was it the frowning Hayama (who seemed about to do the same). Instead, it was Yuigahama, biting her lip.

“Sorry!”

Huh? Sorry?

Yuigahama had actually apologized to Miura yet again? How many times was this today?

He’d lost count.

And this time, it even came with a slight bow, making it even more formal.

Simultaneously, the girl’s hands gripped Himekoji Akito’s wrist tightly, as if terrified he might try something unreasonable again.

Why apologize? Why apologize? Yuigahama, I told you not to apologize!

This matter became my problem the moment I stepped in, it had nothing to do with you anymore, right?

“Th-thank you.”

Miura blinked, then suddenly, her face flushed red. This queen, who had been imperious moments ago, was now, unexpectedly, expressing gratitude towards Yuigahama.

Huh?

What kind of strange development was this?

Because I played the villain, the previous bully and victim finally united against a common enemy during this critical moment?

Well, though this outcome was a bit unexpected, overall, it wasn’t bad—

Yuigahama’s suffering had ended, and in the final moment, she stood up without holding a grudge. Actually, “without holding a grudge” might not be quite right; “just as expected” was more fitting. That idiot Yuigahama, she perfectly embodied the foolish charm of her identity as a naive goody-two-shoes.

So stupidly stubborn, forcing herself to maintain her pointless gentleness no matter how others had treated her. Ugh, though it completely went against Himekoji’s perverted aesthetics, why had that instant felt so dazzling?!

Meanwhile, Miura was also indirectly bowing her head to the girl. That “thank you” was undoubtedly sincere.

Huh, wait, come to think of it, maybe this ending was even better?

Everyone happy?

Yes, everyone was happy… well, except for Himekoji, despised yet again because of his perverted actions.

So—

See? It was simple. A world where no one got hurt, complete.