Chapter 45: Let You Experience an Amazing Butt

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Fine, I’ll just feel up Yukinoshita instead—even if it kills me…

Why, you ask?

Because that’s exactly what all the Danmaku demanded last chapter!

Ah, no! Bleh bleh bleh!

Because integrity matters more than life itself!

Integrity represents a person’s spirit, their conduct, and their sense of justice.

So how could Akito Himekoji, brimming with integrity, ever think about touching a male classmate’s butt?

This went way beyond just being called a “Pervert”!

Especially when Totsuka Saika trusted Himekoji so wholeheartedly. At this very moment, Totsuka was innocently and adorably pressed tightly against Akito Himekoji’s side.

If Akito stretched out his Sexual Harassment Hand toward such a pure Saika… even he himself would never forgive it!

More importantly, he still needed to boost Saika’s affection points to complete the quest. Wouldn’t another awful option like this mess up the whole route? He’d be crying too late then!

The “Takanashi Rikka tragedy” had just happened yesterday—Himekoji remembered it vividly.

Anyway, moving on—

A true warrior dared to confront perverted choices, dared to face bloody… situations head-on, and dared to grab Yukinoshita’s butt with a death-defying resolve!

Himekoji WAS a warrior!

A true warrior!

……

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Akito Himekoji fearlessly strode forward with swift, confident steps—exuding dignity.

Then, the very next moment… he tripped and fell, swift and dignified and all…

Of course, this wasn’t “coolness lasting less than three seconds”. It was all “part of the plan”. Himekoji intentionally collided with the nearby Yukinoshita Yukino, sending them both tumbling to the ground.

Totally worth it!

Flawless acting, really.

“Wha—huh?!” Yuigahama blinked wide-eyed beside them, sputtering incoherent sounds of shock.

“Himekoji-kun… are you alright?” Totsuka worriedly bit his lip.

“Shouldn’t you be worried about Yukino-chan first?!” Yuigahama immediately cut in.

But honestly, Yukinoshita didn’t need any worrying. Because Himekoji’s hands had already cushioned her fall from below. There was no way she got hurt.

Where exactly did Himekoji cushion?

Her butt.

The feel of Yukinoshita’s rear lived up to its perfect appearance—satisfyingly firm and springy, just as expected.

If forced to describe it… perhaps it deserved a poem:

Hips, commonly deemed one’s rear.

Connecting vital flows inside, linking spine and waist without.

A snow-swept curve, a plump goose’s form,

laughing peach peaks on two slopes, split by a valley’s wave.

Still like calm water resting quiet, lively as a swelling tide’s rush.

Its peace draws hearts nearer; its joy sparks warmth unfettered,

truly the vital way of being, the sturdy shield of life’s onward march.

…

Yukinoshita had probably skipped out on chest development entirely, pouring all her stats into her rear instead.

No wonder! Who needed cleavage when you had curves like hers?

Even better—Yukinoshita was a genius! She totally understood market trends!

Girls with big chests flooded every series these days, making audiences kinda tired of them. Demand was saturated.

So rather than competing for attention up top, Yukinoshita smartly invested in her backside debut! A perfect play!

Meanwhile, Yuigahama nearby kept flaunting her gigantic, pointless chest everywhere. Totally the cliché “big-chested airhead” archetype, zero depth!

(Refer to accompanying image for demonstration of “pointlessly oversized chest”)

Right then and there, Himekoji abandoned Team Chest and pledged full loyalty to Team Butt.

Touching Yukinoshita’s butt the first time… his palm felt “soft”.

The second touch registered as “tender”.

By the third attempt… touching wasn’t enough. Greedily, he squeezed. Mm… springy! Firm with a fun bounce!

Then came the fourth squeeze. Like an addict, he just couldn’t stop.

Amazing! Perfection!

Squeezing away… suddenly, Yukinoshita seemed sorta… cute!

“Have you had enough?”

The cute Yukinoshita uttered something utterly uncute—a terrifying, frost-laden snarl.

Ugh! So chilling! Her voice held zero warmth, like a gust straight outta Siberia.

Both tumbled together, pressed close.

By mistake, Himekoji’s head planted right onto Yukinoshita’s flat, non-existent chest. Bone met skull—painful.

Her voice now came inches from his ear like a sharpened knife pressed against Akito Himekoji’s neck.

[Quest Completed. Yukinoshita Rear Shares awarded: 100 Shares.]

“Ah… ah! I slipped! S-sorry!”

Seeing the quest notification, Himekoji scrambled quickly off Yukinoshita. His awkward grin tried to mask the insincerity as he launched into dumb excuses.

The jerk was clearly committed to playing it dumb.

“Yukino-chan, you okay?”

Yuigahama shot the smirking Himekoji a glare, rushed over, and helped the still-prone Yukinoshita up.

“I-I’m fine.”

Yukinoshita’s stone-cold angry face made her “fine” sound utterly fake.

“A slip?”

Her head dipped slightly, bangs hiding her eyes. Impossible to tell her expression.

Meanwhile, her hands smoothed her skirt behind her… probably straightening the section Himekoji had squeezed.

“Well? Yes. Genuinely accidental. My bad.”

“So… if actions are accidental and careless… an apology afterward means there’s no problem?”

Yukinoshita stepped deliberately toward a desk, one hand diving straight into her backpack.

“Ye… yeah? Probably?”

The chilling aura radiating from her made Himekoji suddenly uneasy.

“Then… my deepest apologies, Himekoji.”

As she spoke, that hand pulled sharply out from her bag—now clutching scissors.

SNIP! The blades snapped wide open.

Yukinoshita tilted her head up—with that adorably rule-breaking face—wearing only the faintest hint of an icy smile.

“So terribly sorry. I accidentally killed you.”

Her voice proved sharper than scissors…

Hold up—why does this girl keep scissors in her bag anyway?! And is Yukinoshita actually serious?!

“H… huh?”

Yuigahama gaped in confusion.

“Yukino-chan, wait! Wait! Isn’t that too much? It was just a bump! And Akito apologized properly!”

“Idiot. The problem came after the fall.”

Hikigaya shot Yuigahama a “you’re clueless” look and helpfully explained:

“That Pervert never learns. The trip was fake. Touching Yukinoshita’s butt was his real goal. Hmph. Gotta admire the guts, though.”

“Huh?! Seriously?!” Terrified, Yuigahama spun on Himekoji. “Hey! Whose butt were you touching?!”

Huh? The way she asked… was she volunteering hers instead?

Could she actually be?

…

“No! I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding!” Totsuka bravely stepped between them then. “Yukinoshita-san, could you put the scissors down first?”

Totsuka wasn’t usually brave. Facing intimidating Yukinoshita, he trembled visibly—like a terrified bunny begging for a cosplay costume.

Yet he stood his ground before Himekoji, mustering every shred of courage he owned.

“It’s… got to be a misunderstanding…”

Even as scissors glinted threateningly at him, his shaky voice defended Akito Himekoji desperately.

Hey! Don’t blindly trust me so much! I’m gonna cry here!

Feeling unmanly hiding behind Saika, Himekoji’s pride demanded he step out.

So—

“It was just ONE butt touch! Why be so petty…”

Himekoji finally spoke up, center stage at the tense moment.

“What?! You DID touch her butt?!” Yuigahama reacted dramatically again.

“He accidentally touched it, right?”

Despite the near-confession, Totsuka stubbornly clung to faith—Himekoji Akito was innocent!

“Just ONE?” Yukinoshita snorted coldly, correcting sharply. “FOUR times!”

“FOUR then! Bi… big deal! You can touch mine back?”

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