Chapter 104: Tell Me Loud and Clear, Who Was It That Liked “Mounting” You
Chapter 104: Tell Me Loud and Clear, Who Was It That Liked “Mounting” You
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Fallen off the windowsill?
Himekoji hastily leaned out to look—
But just after school ended, all he could see below were endless streams of students. Where was the umbrella?
Even if it had fallen, someone must’ve picked it up!
Panicking, Himekoji spun around and dashed downstairs.
Damn it, this was his lifeline!
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Students usually brought lost items to two places on campus—
Lost and Found and the Security Office.
But Himekoji rushed to both, finding nothing.
“Where could it have gone?”
In desperation, he turned to the System like a drowning man clutching at straws.
[Why not ask the owner?]
“Rikka?”
Only then did Himekoji remember: he’d left the “dying” Rikka slumped by the restroom entrance.
Please don’t let anything bad happen!
I must’ve lost my mind!
He immediately doubled back at top speed.
But what shattered Himekoji next was—
The missing umbrella was just the beginning. Now Rikka had vanished too!
Once again, Himekoji stood frozen on the spot.
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“It hurts… hurts… it’s killing me…”
On her back, Takanashi Rikka moaned weakly between gasps. Her pained whimpers grew faint, as if each breath might be her last.
“Hang… in there… almost… there…”
Yuigahama, carrying her, sounded equally strained and breathless.
She’d stumbled upon the collapsed “Himekoji” halfway to the Service Club and rushed to help.
But she’d badly overestimated her strength.
Lugging around her heavy chest was burden enough—carrying someone else felt impossible.
So Yuigahama staggered under Rikka’s weight.
Staggering meant friction.
Having grown from 18cm to 20cm, more length meant more surface area rubbing.
Like iron blazing in fire, that throbbing rod—more pain making it harder, more hardness worsening the pain—began shifting restlessly.
The soft warmth of the girl’s hips offered the perfect spot to soothe the agony.
Delirious with pain, Rikka instinctively arched her back.
“Nnngh~♡”
Instant relief washed over her!
An unstoppable moan escaped her throat.
Saved!
For the first time, pleasure surged through her like electricity, drowning out the pain.
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[Ding!]
[Little Brother Traits Activated!]
[Trait 1 “Supercharged Pleasure”: 10x ecstasy anytime, anywhere!]
[Trait 2 “Hard as Steel, Hot as Fire”: +5 Hardness, +5 Heat, +2 Length, +10 Durability!]
[Trait 3 “Shared Bliss”: →_→]
[…Traits in Development]
While frantically scouring campus for Rikka and the umbrella, Himekoji jolted at the sudden System alert.
Traits triggered?
Damn it, what twisted upgrades were these?
Why activate now of all times?
Unless…
Rikka was using his body to do ♂ filthy things?!
Crap, disaster’s coming!
That thought sent Himekoji spiraling into greater panic. He raced around campus, stopping everyone:
“Excuse me! Have you seen Himekoji?”
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“Himekoji? Nope, haven’t…”
Student A recoiled at the name, waving dismissively.
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“Why would you seek that Pervert out? Good girls shouldn’t stray down dark paths…”
Student B launched into a lecture.
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“He’s done more perverse things?! Tell me—I’ll fight for justice!”
Student C’s voice rang with righteous fury.
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Then came Students D and E—
“Hey, this one’s actually a legit loli…”
“True… giving her to the Cult Leader would boost our contribution points!”
They whispered those words too faintly for Himekoji to catch.
But as they turned toward him, both beamed eerily friendly smiles…
“Even though we didn’t see, we’ll find him for you right away!”
“That’s right! To keep our leader safe, we secretly assigned bodyguards and spies!”
“Leader?”
“Mm, Lord Himekoji.”
“Huh?”
A bit stiff, Himekoji’s mouth twitched awkwardly…
Dammit, you guys are still having fun with that Loli Cult thing?!
Himekoji finally realized—
The two idiots in front of him were actually his “followers”…
He didn’t want to admit it!!
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“Ak-Akito… Wh-what are you doing?!”
Rub, rub, rub…
And it just wouldn’t stop?
Yuigahama, her face bright red, finally couldn’t hold back a scream.
Carrying someone on her back was already hard enough, but this person just wouldn’t stay still.
Wasn’t he sick? Sick and still so energetic? Are you a pervert?
Ah, right! Himekoji is a pervert!
Yuigahama suddenly remembered.
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At that moment, the girl’s foot slipped as she walked. She grabbed the wall quickly to steady herself.
As expected, she was on the last of her strength…
Carrying “Himekoji” all the way down from the third floor to the first had used up almost all her energy.
Add to that, something kept bumping against her rear end, shaking and twisting and grinding and thrusting ♂, making her legs go soft over and over.
She felt so embarrassed she wanted to drop “Himekoji” right there on the street several times, yet each time held herself back.
“A-Akito… are you… are you feeling better… c-can you get down and walk now?
Yuigahama was dripping with sweat, gasping for breath.
But Takanashi Rikka, completely lost in rubbing, didn’t notice the question meant for her at all.
Having switched bodies, the girl had yet to connect the name “Akito” to herself.
“St… still not?”
Seeing she got no answer, Yuigahama kept thinking. She looked around, hoping to spot someone nearby who could lend a hand.
Find someone to help…
Right! That’s it!
Not far away on the soccer field, weren’t they right there?
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When Hayama heard Himekoji’s name, he immediately tossed aside his club activities and followed Yuigahama, jogging quickly off the field.
He didn’t even bother changing out of his sweat-soaked soccer jersey.
After all, not showering and changing out of damp clothes after playing soccer this time of year? That was inviting a bad cold.
Hayama was truly kind.
Just moments before, Yuigahama had even worried whether Hayama would hesitate or refuse if he found out it was Himekoji who needed help.
Seemed she’d completely overthought it.
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“Mihara-kun? Mihara-kun? Are you okay?”
Hayama frowned, crouching in front of Rikka.
Huh? Mihara…
Though Hayama had agreed to help, he still got Himekoji’s name wrong, just like always.
Hayama could remember the names of almost every classmate in the entire grade perfectly, yet he’d never gotten Himekoji’s right.
This weird quirk had puzzled Yuigahama more than once.
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Leaving the soft, warm, springy rear end behind meant no pleasurable sensation to distract from the pain. So, Rikka bent over again in fresh agony.
Naturally, she didn’t answer Hayama’s question.
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“Looks bad. I’ll carry him to the Nurse’s Office!”
Hayama scooped “Himekoji” up onto his back.
An upgrade to premium class! The speed immediately leaped forward several levels. Not only that, but Hayama’s broad, warm back was exceptionally steady – no jostling, no swaying. The exhausting journey? Officially over.
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“Whoa! Isn’t that Hayato?”
“Yeah! He’s so fast!”
“Hayato, a man like the wind!”
Truly the school’s super Normie. Whatever he did, countless eyes followed his every move.
Hayama running past harvested gasps and admiring looks along the way.
“Huh, wait, who is that on Hayama’s back?”
“Eh? Am I seeing it wrong? I-isn’t that Himekoji?”
“Himekoji? The Pervert?”
“Why is Hayama carrying that Pervert?”
The crowd was instantly confused.
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“New ship?”
Someone suddenly blurted out this shocking question.
“……”
Silence fell over the surrounding onlookers.
Seemingly stunned by the sheer strangeness of that particular brainwave, everyone glanced at each other, unsure how to respond. The scene became extremely awkward for a moment.
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It’s… big…
Carrying “Himekoji Akito” while running likely got the blood pumping. A faint touch of pink, barely noticeable, spread across Hayama’s cheeks.
“It hurts… Ouch… It really hurts…”
Since she had swapped for a firmer butt, the rubbing didn’t help soothe the pain much anymore. Rikka stopped immediately, having wasted enough effort.
Of course, if Himekoji knew Rikka had used his body to do such things to Hayama, he’d definitely lose control and charge at her to fight for his life.
Honestly, enduring the pain and rubbing against Yuigahama is one thing, but what’s this about not even sparing Hayama’s butt?
Hey! Seriously, get a clue! That’s Hayama over there, not Saika!
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“Being a man is awful… Ugh… S-switch back! I don’t wanna be a man anymore!”
The pain made Rikka cry and complain endlessly on Hayama’s back.
N-not want to be a man anymore?
The innocent words caught the listener’s attention.
Hayama dashed urgently into the Nurse’s Office carrying “Himekoji,” but unfortunately, it was empty.
The Sensei wasn’t there. They’d have to place “Himekoji” on the bed for now.
“I’ll go find the Sensei. You keep an eye on him for a bit.”
Hayama turned back and spoke to Yuigahama, who had followed him, panting heavily after the run.
But Yuigahama didn’t seem to hear him at all. She just stared blankly at “Himekoji’s” crotch, her lips trembling like she was completely stunned.
“H-he’s bleeding!”
After a moment, the girl finally shrieked loudly.
“Bleeding?”
Hayama followed where Yuigahama was pointing.
Sure enough, a large, glaring splash of red was rapidly spreading between “Himekoji’s” legs.
“All this blood? Could it be…”
Suddenly, Hayama remembered what “Himekoji” had said on his back: about “not wanting to be a man anymore”…
No way!
Hayama was so scared his face instantly turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
“It’s too late. I have to bandage his wound fast or losing too much blood will be serious! Go find the Sensei now!”
The situation was critical, and Hayama unconsciously used a sharp, commanding tone.
“Huh… huh?! Yes!”
Snapping out of her shock, Yuigahama immediately obeyed and ran out.
Please be okay…
The girl’s anxiety was written all over her face.
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Taking a deep breath, Hayama quickly gathered gauze, disinfectant, ointment, scissors, and other supplies. He forced himself to stay calm and reached out his hand.
Without hesitation, acting decisively and efficiently, Hayama swiftly pulled down “Himekoji’s” outer pants.
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“H-hold on—”
At that moment, Hayama heard a desperately urgent voice getting closer.
A pint-sized figure, barely one and a half meters tall, stormed furiously into the Nurse’s Office from outside.
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At the exact same moment, Hayama saw what “Himekoji” was wearing underneath: underwear soaked in large splashes of a very familiar, deep red color.
It wasn’t blood on the underwear. It was red paint dye.
A false alarm?
Hayama sighed in relief first, “Sigh—.”
Then, halfway through that relieved sigh…
He seemed to realize something, his jaw dropping, too stunned to speak.
Hang on!
T-this underwear…
Isn’t this the exact same pair that had mysteriously vanished weeks ago?! →_→ (Note: It was the same style, not the same literal pair.)
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[Special Effect Red Paint, hope you’re satisfied. Award us five stars for a special bonus: 10 extra 2D Points!]
[Item Attribute: Convert airborne water molecules into red paint with astonishing efficiency.]
Lying in bed and looking at “his” paint-splattered private parts, Himekoji couldn’t help cursing furiously—
“Five stars my ass! Curse you, you worthless piece of—!”
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—— End of Chapter Break ——
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