Chapter 32: The Perfect Homebody Pervert

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The live spectacle display reached its conclusion. Hiratsuka-sensei stood up and drifted back with light, unsteady steps.

Himekoji pressed himself against the corner of the bathroom, not daring to even breathe.

He thought he’d slipped through unnoticed. But then—

“Huh?”

The female teacher, who’d been rubbing her eyes, suddenly froze. As if belatedly discovering something incredibly horrifying, she whipped her head around.

What the female teacher saw was—

Her own student, standing in her bathroom, holding up her pantsu, beaming with joy…

A jolt shot through her, snapping Hiratsuka-sensei fully awake. She spun back around in three quick steps, her face dark and silent, walking right up to Himekoji.

First, she stretched out two fingers and poked him. Hmm. Clear, real sensation. Not an illusion.

So that meant…

The female teacher’s face flushed a visible, fiery red, exaggeratedly so—it even seemed like steam might puff out.

So, the outstretched fingers swiftly retracted. The poke became a fist. The violence-prone female teacher cracked her knuckles with a series of sharp pops—

Well then. No need for words. Just beat him to death.

Yeah. Beat him to death!

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Things, in the end, spiraled right towards the outcome Himekoji Akito dreaded the most.

So, how exactly could he explain this to Hiratsuka-sensei?

Probably… any explanation was useless…

He put down the bottle of Essential Balm and the pantsu he was holding, sighing with pain and a sense of being “wronged.”

“Bludgeon, exchange!”

His face twisted in conflict, but his mind was ice-cold and decisive.

[Exchange successful. 2D Points: -200.]

Bludgeon: Helps you master pressure points for knocking people unconscious and causing temporary amnesia. Makes the target pass out and forget events from the last two minutes.

The punch came flying!

The teacher’s furious punch was about to land, mere inches away. Yet, in that critical split-second, as if aided by the gods, Himekoji Akito dodged nimbly to the side.

Then, using the momentum of her wild charge, Himekoji Akito grabbed the back of the female teacher’s head and slammed it forward with brutal force—

“PONG!” echoed a sound!

Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei’s forehead met the wall behind Himekoji in a violent collision…

[Himekoji uses Bludgeon.]

[Critical Hit! Super Effective!]

[Darkness filled Hiratsuka-sensei’s vision. Hiratsuka-sensei fell unconscious.]

Enough! No commentary needed! What do you think this is, Pokémon?!

Himekoji felt utterly speechless at his System’s meddling.

“Thud.” The female teacher’s limp body slumped onto the bathroom floor moments later…

Himekoji Akito looked down at the voluptuous “female teacher corpse” sprawled alluringly in just a nightgown at his feet, then stared at his own amazingly destructive, “decisive” right hand… and blanked out…

Right after, he double-checked the Bludgeon skill description with the System—

Bludgeon: Helps you master pressure points for knocking people unconscious and causing temporary amnesia.

Wait! This looked like it had absolutely nothing to do with such a fancy term like “pressure points,” right?!

It was just brute force knocking someone out! This was fraud! Seriously, fraudulent consumption! Right?!

Honestly, this lousy System had way too many things to mock. Himekoji couldn’t possibly spit out all his snark right now.

But, what was done was done. There was no “return” option.

Shaking his head with another sigh, Himekoji Akito reluctantly accepted reality while mourning his wasted 200 2D Points.

He bent down and lifted the unconscious female teacher out of the bathroom.

Asleep Hiratsuka Shizuka, or unconscious—either way—contrary to her usual “gruff old man” personality, she now displayed a rare, peaceful, softly beautiful, well-behaved expression.

Honestly, just looking at her face, it was hard to imagine someone like her was already twenty-seven and still single, unable to get married.

Hey! Are all of you blind? Her figure and face are top-notch—clearly in high demand!

However, when Himekoji Akito carried Hiratsuka Shizuka into her bedroom, he hastily retracted his earlier careless words.

Uh… Well… My mistake. I’m the blind one.

You veterans, your eyes see true. I totally believe it now…

They say you can’t judge a book by its cover, huh?

A pretty face? Not always useful. Take Hiratsuka Shizuka. Or, take—Himekoji.

So what if he’s handsome? Still just a pervert, right?

Back to the matter at hand—

Despite being a beauty, the state of Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei’s bedroom could only be described as disaster-level.

Instant noodle packets, soda cans, cigarette ash, mountains of makeup, lipsticks, perfumes, clothes, skirts, stockings, bras, panties—all piled chaotically everywhere.

Absolutely, without any sliver of doubt, it utterly crushed the lingering shreds of Himekoji Akito’s beautiful fantasies and expectations about a lovely, single woman’s private room!

Looking at this scene, he sighed involuntarily.

Could Hiratsuka-sensei really take care of herself living alone in such a messy room?

At school, this big sis was supposedly responsible for both teaching Japanese and being the life guidance counselor…

Hey, come on! Since you’re the life guidance teacher, at least get your own life in order first!

Since the option progress was stuck at just 1/50, Himekoji Akito simply rolled up his sleeves. While searching for the teacher’s panties, he decided to tidy up her room too.

That System-displayed “1/50,” if he guessed right, likely meant he had to ruin fifty pairs of panties with the Essential Balm?

What rotten taste…

He finally managed to toss Hiratsuka-sensei—who’d curled back up blissfully in his arms and refused to leave—back onto her bed. Spotting the swollen lump on her forehead, Himekoji shook his head and chuckled silently.

He fetched ice cubes from the fridge, wrapped them in a towel, and gently pressed the cold pack against the smooth skin of her forehead.

Huh? You caught that?

Here, he’d gone and used the word “girl” to refer to her.

Because, now deeply asleep, the female teacher wasn’t showing off her usual violent, messy, reckless personality. Instead, just like before, she clung to Himekoji with a childlike, greedy nuzzle against his chest.

She was pretty cute. Like a girl.

It made him want to ignore the nearly ten-year age gap between them.

Wait! Could it be she got knocked silly by the “Bludgeon”?

Ah, whatever. Good or bad.

Well then, the events about to unfold next might completely defy common sense. Because Himekoji Akito, sneaking into someone’s bedroom while they slept, wasn’t there to steal something, nor to commit assault. Instead—

He was there to tidy up…

Yes!

Tidy up!

He grouped all the trash together, bagged it, and placed it by the door to take away when he left.

Clothes, skirts, stockings, bras, panties—he sorted them into neat piles. Except for the panties he still needed, he folded everything meticulously and tucked it away neatly into the wardrobe.

Makeup, lipsticks, and perfumes scattered messily on the floor—he picked them all up and returned them to the dressing table.

Magazines, snacks, teaching plans—none escaped Himekoji Akito’s cleaning spree.

Over an hour passed. Thanks to Himekoji’s enthusiastic, no-holds-barred efforts, Hiratsuka-sensei’s bedroom finally looked brand new—almost fit for humans to live in.

Sweat poured off Himekoji Akito, a clear sign of the immense effort he’d just expended.

Finally—

He carefully re-tucked the blanket around the restless lady of the house who’d kicked it off. He refreshed the ice in the towel for a cold compress. Once all these little chores were done, Himekoji Akito could finally relax. He picked up the Essential Balm again, preparing to face the stacks—stacks upon stacks—folded neatly before him. An overwhelming, dazzling array of women’s underwear, styles galore.

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Seriously, why on earth would women buy so many different kinds of underwear?

Just plain bored or what?