Chapter 274: Yukinoshita, Please!

“Um… I need to use the toilet.”

Himekoji wasn’t joking; he was serious.

This was something he had to do himself; no one could do it for him.

So, come on—

They had to untie him now!

…

However, things didn’t go the way Himekoji expected.

“Leave it to me!”

The first voice beside his ear was Akiko’s enthusiastic and excited one.

No! Wait! Hold on!

Why on earth such an intense tone for this?

“Onii-chan, I’ll help you!”

Huh?

Why did Yuigahama sound strange too?

Help him?

How exactly did they plan to help him?!

Fortunately, this confusion didn’t plague Himekoji for long.

Because the very next second, Yuigahama provided the first answer—

“Onii-chan, listen to some music to distract yourself.”

“Huh?”

Himekoji could hardly believe his ears.

This was Yuigahama’s idea of helping him?

At first, Himekoji thought she was joking, but it turned out—Yuigahama was serious!

As the words left her lips, Yuigahama had already fully inserted the headphones into Himekoji’s ears…

The music sounded melodious and ethereal.

Wow, so useful!

Himekoji instantly didn’t need to pee…

NOT!

His bladder felt like it was about to burst! This stupid music! Useless!

“Hang in there! Hold it back! I know you can!”

The absolute wildest thing was that Yuigahama was now at his bedside, gripping her little fists, totally serious while cheering him on.

Hold it back? He could?

What the fuck?!

Are you messing with me? Right? You are messing with me, right?!

If his pride weren’t an issue, Himekoji felt like swearing at this fool, Yuigahama, right then.

It’s easy for her to say, she wasn’t the one about to pee herself!

Why didn’t she try holding it back!

“So? Onii-chan? Feeling much better?”

Yuigahama folded her arms, looking expectant as she waited for Himekoji’s “review” of her method.

“…………”

Himekoji didn’t want to speak!

If his limbs weren’t still locked in handcuffs, rendering him immobile, he really would have ripped off the headphones and thrown them at Yuigahama’s forehead… no, at that annoying excited expression on her face!

…

“Yui-san, you really are… this will make Onii-chan hold it in too much and hurt him!”

Hear that, hear that! Even Akiko understood this basic thing! Why didn’t Yuigahama?

“Let me help Onii-chan instead!”

Hearing Akiko say that eased Himekoji’s worries a little.

He felt a tiny bit moved inside.

Indeed, when it mattered, the bonds of family still mattered most!

So, Akiko, hurry up and untie your dear older brother!

Himekoji hoped for this with all his heart.

Of course, his hopes were dashed once again—

“Dangdangdang~~ Onii-chan, you can just pee right here!”

Akiko had no intention of untying Himekoji.

And the blindfolded Himekoji had no idea where “here” actually was.

“Huh?”

He voiced his confusion.

“Just pee into the bedpan, Onii-chan! This thing is made for patients like you, who are paralyzed and can’t get out of bed.”

Akiko stood beside the bed holding the bedpan, her face an excited-looking as she explained it to Himekoji.

“N-no… I’m neither paralyzed, nor can’t get out of bed… You just need to take off the handcuffs, and I can manage going to the toilet myself.”

The more he spoke, the more defeated Himekoji felt.

He’d almost forgotten. His little sister wasn’t a person you could one hundred percent trust and rely on either.

In some ways, Akiko was completely his equal in being utterly, hopelessly crazy!

“Don’t worry, Onii-chan, Akiko will close her eyes and turn away. You don’t need to feel awkward, and there’s nothing to be shy about.”

Seeming to have thoughtfully considered Himekoji’s perspective, Akiko spoke like this, trying to persuade her precious older brother.

Yet, why did hearing her say this make him feel more uneasy?

Bottom line, no matter what, Himekoji refused to surrender to the bedpan!

Yuigahama and Akiko—both were disastrous!

No choice. Things had come to this; he had to ask Yukinoshita!

Even though she was absolutely the last person he wanted to ask.

“Yuki—”

“Alright.”

Yukinoshita of course could guess what Himekoji wanted to say, not even requiring him to finish.

The girl sighed, stepped forward, and pulled out a key.

“I see,”

she said, finally unlocking the handcuffs from Himekoji.

“Five minutes, behave yourself.”

“No… I’m just going to relieve myself. There’s nothing to behave about…”

“Relieve yourself?”

Yukinoshita raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t mean that kind of relief!”

Himekoji felt hopeless; he kept getting misunderstood.

“Hurry back.”

Yukinoshita coldly tossed those final words.

Meanwhile, Akiko beside them eagerly raised her tiny hand.

“Onii-chan! I’ll support you!”

“Unneeded. Pervert-kun knows the way.”

Yukinoshita stopped Akiko, who clearly had some other plans.

Knows the way?

How would Yukinoshita know that?

Sure, he’d sneaked in earlier to steal Yuigahama’s underwear, but Yukinoshita shouldn’t have been there then.

A bit puzzled, yet too busy with an urgent bladder to dwell on it, Himekoji got off the bed and fumbled forward in the dark.

“Will Akiko be alright alone?”

Yuigahama worried as she watched Himekoji grope slowly ahead.

“She’s fine.”

Despite saying that, Yukinoshita followed anyway.

Not out of concern for Himekoji, though.

Something else had just crossed her mind.

…

[Angle’s off!]

[Turn left 30 degrees!]

[Get upright!]

[Too far! Step forward!]

[Raise your head!]

[Notthat head! Are you stupid?!]

Basically, hitting the toilet while blind involved steps like these…

Without the System, Himekoji might’ve spray-painted the laundry basket instead.

Wait!

Speaking of the laundry basket…

Wasn’t Yuigahama’s used underwear—snatched earlier by Yukinoshita—dumped back exactly here?

Shivering slightly, a bold idea sparked in Himekoji’s mind—

Maybe he could collect the scent now?

No, definitely could!

A perfect chance!

If he missed this, he’d be the lamest pervert ever!

Action time!

But first, wash hands!

Honestly, Himekoji was always a hygiene-loving pervert.

Better safe than sorry; the last thing he wanted was Yuigahama’s scent mixing with his own… awkward.

The basket of Yuigahama’s underwear should be in the right corner, near the wall.

Himekoji crouched, stretched out his hand—

Soft. Cottony.

Though worn hours ago, it still held a girl’s warmth.

This was it!

Heart racing, he prepared to grab it and put it near his nose to smell… but—

Click!

Unexpectedly, the cold bite of handcuffs snapped shut.

“You’re under arrest.”

And those words—icy, familiar.

Hopelessly pinned, both of Himekoji’s hands were locked together.

“Huh?!”

Himekoji froze.

Seriously?! What kind of bizarre script was this?

His pervy schemes never tangled into such disasters before!

What the heck?

Couldn’t he just peacefully sniff once?

Just once?!

He was nearly losing it.

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