Chapter 150: Please Blur Kasumigaoka! Thanks!

On the thigh…

What was this?

“S”,”S” strokes?!

As an experienced doujin artist, Eriri was more than familiar with this particular “game.”

But it’s one thing to draw that in a doujin, and completely another thing to have someone actually write it on you IRL!

Himekoji?!

The pervert’s name instantly popped into her mind.

Who else could it be?

Exactly! How could anyone take this long in the washroom? Turns out this creep was hiding with Kasumigaoka Utaha all along!

How dare he lie to me? I’ll drag him out right now!

I, Eriri, will kill him today!

Blonde Twin Tails thought through gritted teeth, fuming.

And so, the girl tugged at her skirt to cover the glaring, obnoxious “S” stroke firmly. Then, with a determined huff, she crouched down suddenly!

Don’t think I, Eriri, don’t know – you’re hiding under here, you dead pervert!

Huh?

Where is he?

Eriri stuck her little head under the seat. Yet, in that cramped, pitch-dark space, there was… nothing?

Wait, “nothing” wasn’t entirely accurate.

Well, there was at least a small puddle slowly spreading from under the neighboring seat.

Speaking of the puddle…

How strange… where on earth did this water come from?!

Drawn in by this mystery, Eriri actually forgot about the “unseen rude hands appearing out of nowhere” and the “disappearing Himekoji” for the moment.

Her eyes followed the water trail upwards.

It seemed the water was dripping down from the seat. And above that seat… was Utaha Kasumigaoka’s soft, plump rear end…

Huh?

So…

Pee… pee pants?!

Kasumigaoka Utaha wet herself?!

Got so scared by a movie she peed?!

Eriri almost leapt up right then, wanting to shout it to the heavens three times, snap a few pics, and run off to a newspaper office to publish it tonight.

Ha-ha-ha! Let the whole world know what kind of light novel author Kasumigaoka really is!

At this dazzling prospect, Eriri even felt like putting her hands on her hips and laughing out loud to the sky.

Her iconic golden Twin Tails, like finely crafted works of art, twitched proudly, resembling the wagging tail of a little puppy.

…

Seeing that Eriri’s attention seemed diverted, Himekoji, hiding motionless under the seat, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lucky that he still had some time left on his “Stealth” skill.

Yes, there was no hiding it anymore—

A moment ago, the instant Eriri crouched down, he panicked and immediately activated “Stealth,” barely escaping disaster.

Sure, he managed to slip away, but Utaha was still stuck.

Like that saying… When you drink water, don’t forget… the leaker?

Ugh! No! Nonsense! Sorry, folks, my mind blanked.

Try again!

Like that saying, sacrifice others but not… not yourself…?

Wrong! Neither others nor self shall perish!

Himekoji was definitely not the kind to sell out his ally!

Right now, Utaha, leaking like there’s no tomorrow and fading fast into blissful confusion, was still waiting for his rescue!

Hold on, I’m saving you right away!

Himekoji scrambled with all fours, darting out quickly from under the seat.

Under the effect of invisibility, he was utterly brazen, bold, and reckless. Even right in front of Eriri, with practiced ease, he flipped up Utaha’s skirt. With a few swift “flick-flick-flicks,” a vivid “S” stroke instantly sprang to life on Utaha’s “thigh.”

Of course, this alone was far from enough. It merely solved Utaha’s “flood emergency.” But Eriri still suspected Utaha had peed her pants!

Hmm… well, even Himekoji had to admit that if he hadn’t known the truth beforehand, seeing such an exaggeratedly wet scene, his first thought would probably be the same as Eriri’s.

Anyway, Utaha’s reputation had to be saved!

After all, it was his fault to begin with.

Plus, if he did nothing and let this situation develop, what if Utaha got upset and humiliated by Eriri’s teasing later and decided to fight him to the death?

That lady held more than a few damaging secrets about him.

Himekoji schemed thoughtfully.

Okay, action!

First, continue using the timed messages to distract Eriri.

That move never failed.

Simultaneously, Himekoji Akito stealthily unscrewed the cap of a water bottle and dropped it onto Utaha’s seat.

Truly, a battle of wits.

…

Eriri pulled out her phone, ready to snap photos to collect embarrassing evidence of her nemesis, when a message from Himekoji arrived right on the battlefield.

From Akito?!

At the sight of the sender, Eriri immediately put her camera away. After all, what that annoying pervert had to say seemed more urgent. Photos could wait; it wasn’t like the moment wouldn’t come again.

Yeah. Exactly.

Eriri nodded subconsciously, agreeing with the thought that naturally popped into her mind.

[“Where are you? I finally conquered the bathroom and rushed back, heading through wind and rain, only to find you gone? Don’t tell me your stomach’s acting up too?”]

“Hmph! He’s back… he actually came back! Thought that annoying creep decided to make the bathroom his permanent residence!”

Eriri muttered to her phone for a couple of seconds. Then, barely done speaking, she instantly swung her ponytails and bounced off happily on her little bottom.

Huh? Sh-she’s leaving?

Just like that?!

Hey! Weren’t you going to take pictures?

Go ahead!

The scene’s perfectly set for you!

Look at this perfectly placed water bottle, continuously “splashing” water – it was Himekoji’s carefully crafted, highly satisfactory highlight of the situation!

And Eriri didn’t even glance at it…

That feeling of wasted effort was… weirdly frustrating.

Huh?

Wa-wait, not even a glance?

Didn’t that mean, in Eriri’s mind, the accusation of Utaha wetting her pants was now confirmed?

No chance for appeal at all?!

Himekoji had imaginary sweatdrops running down his forehead and deactivated “Stealth.”

Then, the next moment, Utaha Kasumigaoka, finally freed from the “stroke” and recovering from the flooding disaster, suddenly took out her phone and poked Himekoji with it.

“What is it?”

Himekoji asked, puzzled.

“Ta-take this.”

“Why should I take your phone?”

Though confused, Himekoji took it from her hand anyway.

“A picture…”

The girl’s cheeks flushed slightly in the dim light.

Like the lingering tingles after a light drizzle, or the shyness from asking him right now.

“A picture?”

Himekoji thought he understood a bit, but wasn’t entirely sure.

“Mhm… yeah! What else? Wh-who would pee their pants?! After taking it, tell Eriri it was just spilled water.”

Utaha struggled hard to explain this, her feelings something Himekoji completely understood.

But whether Eriri would actually believe it was a whole other story…

After all, whose single bottle of water could flood that much water?

Not only was the area under Utaha’s seat soaked through, it reached all the way over to the neighboring seat…

“Hurry… hurry up.”

Unwilling to accept reality, Utaha urged in a flustered voice.

“Oh… okay.”

Himekoji had no choice but to obey.

But as he raised the phone and aimed the camera toward the target area, he suddenly felt awkward.

“Um, Ms. Kasumi… could you… bring your legs together a bit?”

He voiced it but couldn’t help groaning inwardly—

Come on! Your stockings and underwear… they’re all torn to shreds!

So, with her legs spread apart like this… Did she expect him to blur her out after taking the picture?!