Chapter 140: He’s a Pervert
Chapter 140: He’s a Pervert
After being tied up for a while earlier, feeling both nervous and afraid, now that she finally relaxed, Eriri immediately felt the urge to pee.
With a soft hum, the golden ponytail reluctantly climbed off Himekoji, then darted away in the next moment, her little bum bouncing as she ran.
She seemed to be in a good mood.
…
Himekoji patted himself and stood up, pulling up his pants.
At the same time, a familiar voice suddenly sounded right by his ear.
“Why? Why won’t you let anyone know you’re that hero?”
Yuigahama ran up to him, panting heavily, hands on her knees as she looked at Himekoji, baffled and confused.
A hero?
Hero? As if…
Himekoji shook his head and let out a self-mocking laugh.
He leaned over the third-floor railing, watching the crowd below who had gotten their fill of excitement slowly scattering like birds and beasts.
Himekoji never went down.
“Why? Why?”
Yuigahama pressed insistently,
“Why won’t you let others know your heroic side? It was the same a year ago—after helping someone, you just left without a word. If everyone knew what you were really like, they wouldn’t hurt you with such horrible words!”
A year ago?
Only when she mentioned that did Himekoji pause slightly.
“So… you knew…”
“Shouldn’t I know?”
No matter what, Yuigahama couldn’t understand. The same question fell from her lips again: “Why? Why won’t you let others know your heroic side?”
Yet, surprisingly, Himekoji looked even more confused than Yuigahama.
Could it be… this girl really thought of him as a hero?
But was there such a perverted hero?
He looked at Yuigahama and spoke each word clearly for her to hear.
“If someone sees me like this, they might expect me to stay this way… But sorry to say, the real me is just a disgusting, lowlife pervert.”
Whether it was that accidental helping hand he offered to some idiot a year ago, or the fluke victory he lucked into today—neither was real. He was never a hero.
What was a hero?
Only the kind and strong deserved that name.
He was neither kind nor strong.
“Expecting a pervert to somehow turn into a hero… That kind of person really must be an idiot.”
Himekoji turned around, leaning back against the railing as he spoke softly, clearly hinting at something.
Idiot? Idiot? Idiot?!
“Then… then how much smarter are you than me?!”
Yuigahama stomped her foot angrily. The girl bit her lower lip and glared at Himekoji, extremely displeased.
…
Well, better change the subject before he lost his cool too.
“How come you and Yukinoshita are here?”
With practiced ease, Himekoji shifted the conversation.
“It’s all because of you, Akito! Made me trouble Yukino-chan to go shopping with me!”
But unexpectedly, bringing this up just made Yuigahama puff out her cheeks even more, her pretty face tightening with anger.
“Huh?”
Oh, that’s right!
Though he’d remembered standing her up, playing dumb seemed like the safest way out.
So Himekoji blinked and tilted his head cutely.
A lifetime of acting cool, yet this was his first time trying to be cute.
“What do you mean, ‘huh’? Didn’t you say you were busy today and couldn’t watch the movie? So explain—what exactly brought you here?”
Yuigahama eyed him suspiciously.
God, acting cute didn’t work?!
He felt like he was about to be exposed for ditching her on purpose…
Quick! Someone save him! Anyone!
Maybe heaven really did hear him. His little prayer brought backup to his side.
Yukinoshita, having finished dealing with her task, silently appeared behind Himekoji and chimed in:
“Hmph, I knew it. A slacker like Pervert-kun wouldn’t have anything important to do.”
Huh, wait! This was no rescue!
Also, how did Yukinoshita move so soundlessly? No footsteps at all? Was she a ghost?!
“Claiming he was busy while pleading and crying for me to pity Yuigahama—dumped by him—and take her to the movie instead. Some pervert really went through all that trouble, crafting such a lie just to trick me into coming out… all to satisfy his animalistic desires.”
Pleading and crying? Begging you?
Hmph! Bullshit!
It was because you lost a bet in the bathroom and had no choice but to agree!
Yukinoshita didn’t lie, but damn could she spin tales!
Well… if we’re separating lies from jokes…
And what the heck did she mean by “animalistic desires”?
So… if he tricked her into watching a movie, that satisfied his beastly urges? His “animal desires” sure were pure and wholesome then!
That was not “animalistic”!
For something to truly be “animalistic,” it ought to be…
Ah, whatever. He had no interest in that flat, ironing board figure.
Thinking this, Himekoji pushed down his restless little guy.
“Eh… so… Akito only did this to get you out here, Yukino?”
Yuigahama blinked dazedly and asked.
“Exactly. Or rather, he used you, Yuigahama.”
Yukinoshita sighed. Then, after a brief pause of two seconds, she swept her hair back from her shoulders in one neat motion—some kind of mysterious confidence overflowing from that single gesture.
Following that, the girl spoke brazenly:
“Phew—this pervert’s reason for joining the Service Club was actually, from the very start, to get close to me.”
Huh? What nonsense was this cold, sarcastic expressionless idiot spouting?
Himekoji was stunned!
His purpose for joining the Service Club was actually to get close to Yukinoshita?!
Holy cow, how come he himself didn’t even know that?!
This raven-haired young lady’s ego was seriously out of this world! Like, ridiculously, unbelievably huge!
Himekoji was just about to snap back when suddenly, someone kicked him lightly on the heel.
“What perverted thing are you up to again?”
“Me? Doing perverted stuff?”
Himekoji was puzzled; he hadn’t even done anything yet!
The kicker was none other than Eriri, who had just returned from the restroom.
“Is everything okay? Or rather, didn’t he do anything to you? Um, this friend of mine has some issues. If he did anything rude, I apologize on his behalf.”
Saying this, Eriri subtly stepped forward, positioning herself between Himekoji and the two girls.
The air of a mistress making her presence known, that was serious.
“Friend?”
It was the first time Yuigahama had heard Himekoji had a friend, and she couldn’t hide her surprise.
The next moment, regaining her composure, the girl waved her hands first.
“No, no… With Akito-kun, he wouldn’t really do anything to us.”
“Akito-kun?”
The moment she heard this nickname, Eriri’s head whipped around. Her eyes widened, a little fang glinting as she glared with a dangerously hostile gaze.
Hey, what’s with this look? Why are you staring at me like you caught me cheating?!
This is super awkward!
“Heh… Hehe…”
All Himekoji could do was awkwardly scratch his nose, offering a sheepish smile in return.
“You should really stay away from him. He’s super perverted! Just because he hasn’t done anything yet doesn’t mean he won’t later.”
Meeting Yuigahama for the first time, Eriri gave her a “friendly” warning.
“Saying that,” Yukinoshita smiled lightly, glancing at Eriri, “couldn’t the same be said about you? Calling someone that perverted a ‘friend’ sounds far too dangerous. And let me correct one thing: it’s not ‘might’, it’s ‘definite’. ‘Pervert-kun’ absolutely will do disgusting, lewd, perverted things.”
She continued,
“Also, I never would have thought Sawamura Spencer Eriri, the ace of the Art Club and the famously beautiful girl of the whole school, would spend her weekends hanging out with a pervert.”
“Th-that’s not true! Who would hang out with someone like him?!” Provoked by Yukinoshita, Eriri instantly bristled, her ponytail swinging wildly as she vehemently denied it.
“U-um, th-then,” Eriri stammered, suddenly uneasy, “w-what kind of disgusting, lewd, perverted things would he do?”
“Oh? Asking about that?” Yukinoshita smiled faintly, ambiguously.
“For example… stealing a girl’s indoor shoes.”
Steal… steal indoor shoes?
W-well… that sounds kinda acceptable…
“And then,” Yukinoshita continued smoothly, “doing even more lewd, more disgusting, more perverted things with the stolen shoes.”
“Eh?!”
“Don’t listen to her nonsense…”
“You shut up!”
Himekoji tried to argue, but Eriri kicked his leg again.
“An-and then?” Eriri pressed, voice slightly trembling.
“And then,” Yukinoshita added casually, “snatching a girl’s teacup.”
Snatch… snatch a teacup?
A-alright… still somewhat within the realm of imagination, maybe…
“And then,” Yukinoshita’s smile widened imperceptibly, “licking the stolen teacup all over.”
“Eh?!” Eriri was stunned once more.
“She’s lying!”
Himekoji couldn’t tolerate Yukinoshita ruining his reputation like this any longer. This was outrageous!
“Shut up!”
Eriri sent another kick flying his way. This time, Himekoji didn’t wait to be hit. His hand shot out, catching the girl’s calf firmly.
And, wow, the feel of the stocking fabric—a big-name brand—was surprisingly soft.
“It’s not like that!” Himekoji declared passionately.
“Oh?” Yukinoshita crossed her arms, watching him with leisurely amusement.
Having that look directed at him by such a woman was unsettling. A slight chill crept into his heart.
More importantly, thinking about it carefully… it actually was exactly as Yukinoshita said. Stealing shoes, licking cups…
“U-um… maybe, looking at the cold, hard facts, it does seem that way,” Himekoji began, inexplicably feeling less confident under Yukinoshita’s gaze, “b-but I can explain!”
“Oh?” Yukinoshita tilted her head slightly, cupping her hand behind her ear in mock eagerness to listen.
“…Alright! I can’t explain!” Himekoji slumped, defeated.
Wait, no… It’s more like Himekoji finally understood. Explain what? Screw explaining!
Why bother?!
I am a pervert! So what?
Got a problem? Get over it or bite me!
“Y-you really…?! Eriri’s eyes widened, disbelief washing over her face as Himekoji silently accepted the label.
She knew the guy was a pervert, sure. But the level, the specific degree of his perversion? She’d never actually delved into that horrifying detail before. Avoiding the entire filthy topic took enough effort as it was.
But now, forced into this crash course in Pervert Science by the formidable Yukinoshita, Eriri felt her entire worldview splintering!
“Come on!” she snapped, grabbing Himekoji’s arm without another word, yanking him towards the staircase that conveniently led down to the mall floor.
“Where are we going?” Himekoji stumbled.
“To buy shoes! And a teacup!” Eriri ground out the words through clenched teeth.