Chapter 287: Yukinoshita’s Victory Formula
Chapter 287: Yukinoshita’s Victory Formula
Having dealt with his troublesome Imouto, Himekoji secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He felt like he’d just survived a narrow escape, as if he’d already defeated the big boss ahead of time.
Yeah, if he could get past his own Imouto this easily, then the upcoming challenges shouldn’t be a problem.
Himekoji psyched himself up.
Okay, now…
And then Himekoji got hit.
“PONG! PONG! PONG——!!”
Fist connecting solidly with flesh, Himekoji cried out in pain and immediately demanded to know who it was.
“Who?! Who is it?!”
The first figure that flashed through his mind was undoubtedly Hiratsuka-sensei.
After all, based on Himekoji’s limited experience, the only short-tempered person who’d resort to physical violence at the drop of a hat was probably that violent Female Teacher, right?
The attacker gave no answer.
Inside the Hospital Room, apart from the whistling sound of fists slicing through air, only Himekoji’s wails could be heard.
Pain! Pain! Pain! It hurt so much!
It hurt and it was freezing!
“Hiss—”
Who was the idiot who set the air conditioning so low?!
Even now, Himekoji still had the leisure to worry about other things.
He could probably thank Hiratsuka-sensei for that.
It was all thanks to her that Himekoji had not only developed tough skin but also gained rich experience in getting beaten up.
When getting hit, screaming more pitifully could satisfy or soften the attacker’s heart, making them stop.
By the way, Hiratsuka-sensei only belonged to the former category.
The Female Teacher would stop for only two reasons: when fully satisfied, or completely exhausted.
Therefore, learning how to help the Female Teacher enjoy beating him up had become a required course in Himekoji’s daily school life.
“Ah!”
“Oww!”
“I can’t! I’m going to die!”
“You’re amazing!”
“Softer! I’m about to go!”
……
This time, not even requiring the System’s help, Himekoji’s authentic, piercing screams easily traveled outside the Hospital Room door.
It was a performance so strong it deserved a “pity the seiyuu” comment.
“H-He’s… about to go?!”
Eriri, who’d been eavesdropping intently with her ear pressed to the door panel the whole time, felt a flutter in her little heart!
“How dare he! That Pervert, what… what bad thing is he doing behind my back now!”
Before the words were fully out, Eriri made a move to burst through the door.
“Oy, what are you even imagining? While creativity and imagination are indeed your precious assets as an ero doujin mangaka, isn’t it obvious the current situation is just… Hime-Himekoji being beaten until he’s about to pass out?”
“Beaten until he passes out… passes… out?”
Kasumigaoka’s explanation didn’t comfort Eriri. After murmuring these words, Eriri became even more agitated in an instant.
“Eek! That flat-chested bully has such a vicious heart! I could never bear to hit Akito that hard! How could she! How dare she… No!”
Eriri said, glaring, her big eyes wide, and made another attempt to storm into the Hospital Room.
“Sawamura-san, calm down!”
The quick-handed Yuigahama hastily stopped her.
“Flat-chested? Well, if we’re talking about those most unqualified to say that about others present, wouldn’t you be the one, Eriri?”
Eriri’s aggressive momentum froze solid mid-strike.
“Uhm, please stop provoking her, Senpai…”
Yuigahama couldn’t stand it anymore.
She’d noticed since earlier; this seemingly calm and gentle Senpai had a strange fondness for biting remarks.
What a surprising discovery.
……
Yukinoshita, who had boobs as flat as ice, fists as sharp as ice, and an aura as cold as ice—logically, someone like her shouldn’t be fuming with rage as she was right now, at any moment.
But she was fuming with rage.
Himekoji’s exaggerated cries had ruined her carefully cultivated calm completely.
“Rip—”
A cold snort escaped Yukinoshita as she tore off the tape.
“Shut your mouth.”
Clearly, the tactics Himekoji used to win over Hiratsuka-sensei had backfired spectacularly on Yukinoshita, achieving the opposite effect. How regrettable.
And the moment he heard the sound… Himekoji finally realized something was wrong—
Yukinoshita?!
Oh, wow. It was you!
No! He should have thought of it earlier!
Hadn’t Hiratsuka-sensei already left? Besides that violent Female Teacher, the only person left who could wield violence this skillfully… could only be Yukinoshita!
“You’re the one who should shut up! Rule violation! Hirat—”
Before Himekoji could finish, the other party efficiently sealed his mouth with tape.
“Breaking rules? I follow my own rules.”
Truly a Yukinoshita-style answer—crisp, cool, and to the point.
Even though something about it felt instinctively wrong, it still made you want to agree.
No! Agree, his foot! Himekoji would never agree!
Even if blind, even with his mouth taped shut, he would use his dying vocal cords to cry out—
“Mmph! Mmph mmph! Mmph mmph mmph!”
“You ask why I’m hitting you?”
Yukinoshita actually understood!
“Mmph mmph!”
Seeing she understood, Himekoji nodded hurriedly.
“Just revenge from a… mother… cough… abandoned once you’d grown tired? Displaced resentment.”
Halfway through, Yukinoshita seemed to suddenly realize something, her pale face flushing slightly. Fortunately, she quickly covered it with a light cough and calmly finished her sentence.
Whoa! That shameless woman actually eavesdropped on him earlier!
That was Himekoji’s first thought.
Obviously, this guy felt zero remorse for spreading rumors, bad-mouthing others, or tarnishing innocent people behind their backs.
Once Himekoji’s annoying mouth was taped shut, peace finally returned to the Hospital Room.
Yukinoshita hit him for another two minutes. Only once her hands were a bit sore did she feel her anger vented, her spirit refreshed.
If her stamina had allowed, she might have enjoyed tormenting Himekoji a bit longer.
But that wasn’t possible.
The only imperfections of the perfect Yukinoshita, apart from her cup size, were probably her physical stamina.
It was understandable—
You train to get stronger, and training builds stamina.
But Yukinoshita could do everything effortlessly. Therefore, Yukinoshita needed to train for nothing.
Never training = stamina naturally GG.
“Maybe… practice by beating him up more often?”
Yukinoshita rested her chin on her hand, pondered silently for a moment, then seemed to find the idea feasible as she nodded faintly.
Luckily Himekoji didn’t hear her, or he might have spit blood.
……
No wonder people said ‘small boobs, cruel woman’! So true!
Also… Handcuffs, tape, binding, gagging…
Could Yukinoshita be… a hardened S & M enthusiast?!
While Himekoji kept pondering these strange, nonsensical things, Yukinoshita had already turned around coolly and smoothly exited the Hospital Room.
Finishing the job took her just over five minutes.
Less than ten minutes total.
Emerging from the Hospital Room, Yukinoshita had one last task—
Prevent Kasumigaoka from winning.
How could she forget Kasumigaoka’s challenge?
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