Chapter 347: Drunken Hot Spring Mishap

It’s over, it’s all over!

The swimming trunks he wore were about to change hands!

Half of Himekoji’s heart froze when he saw Komachi charging straight at him.

Good grief, are little-sister types always this terrifying?

They’re all beasts when it comes to taking action!

[Ding!]

[VIP one-minute trial period ending in thirty seconds!]

Troubles never come alone. Facing Komachi’s lawless attack while also racing against the System—time was running out!

He had to send Komachi away soon…

Himekoji gritted his teeth and made a swift decision.

Both hands dove downward. Without another word, he quickly slid off his swimming trunks.

“Fine! You can have it!”

Uttering those words in his mind, Himekoji truly had no other choice but to surrender.

Either give up the trunks… or be exposed.

Himekoji wisely chose the former.

When between a rock and a hard place, you pick the less painful option.

If Komachi tackled him to snatch the trunks, it could easily take over half a minute. By then, Himekoji would lose his skill disguise and be caught red-handed.

Plus, wrestling over trunks would mean unavoidable physical contact—a massive risk for Himekoji anyway.

So he might as well take the initiative…

Hand it over voluntarily!

Besides, nobody could see him naked right now.

His only goal was to buy time. Himekoji was determined to play it safe.

Victory belongs to the sneakiest surviver!

In three motions, Himekoji smoothly flung his swimming trunks toward Komachi.

Take the darn trunks! Just spare me—please stop coming closer!

Himekoji pleaded inwardly over and over.

But held back by water resistance, the trunks didn’t get far.

No matter! The trunks might not move, but he could.

Without hesitation, Himekoji swam hard the other way, desperate to put distance between him and Komachi… no, between him and everyone present.

To secretly observe, he needed the perfect hiding spot!

With his skill still active, Himekoji quickly scanned the area.

There! Behind that rocky outcrop at the pool’s left edge!

A skilled lurker always needs cover while sneaking a peek.

……

“The trunks went flat…”

Gripping her looted prize, Komachi drooped with disappointment.

They’d been bulging a moment ago—had she imagined it?

“Sis Yukino, wanna see?”

After scrutinizing them for a while with zero results, Komachi suddenly seemed inspired. She proudly lifted the trunks skyward, swirling them like an offering to Yukinoshita.

“No need.” Yukinoshita firmly refused—she wouldn’t touch such a gross thing.

“Okay…”

So Komachi shyly looked toward the other girls instead.

Not one returned her hopeful gaze.

“No one wants it?”

After she’d excitedly fished them up too… Turns out she’d retrieved unwanted junk.

Instantly deflated, she flung away the underwear, goggles, and straw without hesitation.

After all, stolen goods deserve no sentimental handling.

……

Watching from behind the rock, Himekoji pressed his lips tight.

He felt… ridiculed.

No, there was no “feel” about it. He was insulted!

Did they have to be so disgusted?!

What about basic politeness?!

He treasured each piece of their discarded underwear dearly!

So why did they treat his with such contempt?

Fine! If they didn’t want it, he did!

Now the swimming trunks, goggles, and straw drifted across the water’s surface.

Himekoji stared longingly, praying they’d drift closer to his hiding spot.

His VIP skill had expired—retrieving his “holy trinity” items openly was impossible now.

Trapped behind the rock, he barely dared to breathe.

Was luck finally on his side?

Bit by bit, the trunks, goggles, and straw slowly floated toward him.

Soon, Himekoji might rearm himself fully.

But then——

“We should probably throw those trunks away. Having them soak here feels… disgusting.” Yukinoshita frowned in distaste.

“Uh-huh, Yukino-chan’s right!” Yuigahama instantly agreed, as always.

“Alright! Komachi’s on it!” Komachi was active once again.

Being the youngest here, Komachi single-handedly took care of all these trivial tasks.

Her practical skills stood in stark contrast to those of her lazy, good-for-nothing older sister.

…

No way!

He was almost about to slip those swimming trunks back on!

Himekoji never expected the trunks drifting back toward him to suddenly float away again.

The swimming trunks had been tossed right into the trash bin beside the bath!

Thanks to that, Himekoji caught a fleeting glimpse of Komachi’s bare body as she stood there naked.

She’d rushed over stark naked just to throw away those trunks.

However, Komachi hadn’t developed much yet—flat-chested, no curves to speak of. Her figure wasn’t even half as good as Yukinoshita’s. If he had to describe it, it was the kind that felt neither tasty nor throwaway-worthy.

Though the youthful innocence had its charm, Himekoji definitely preferred more mature types.

Rumors about him being a “lolicon pervert” were just misunderstandings—couldn’t be taken seriously.

Behind the rock, Himekoji kept a stern face, not even blinking.

To be clear, he wasn’t interested in Komachi’s body; he just wanted to cut his losses.

With the swimming trunks gone, he might as well get some compensation, right?

So, stealing a quick glance…

Cough, better than nothing, truly better than nothing.

…

The third person Himekoji saw naked was Hiratsuka-sensei.

The female teacher, having drunk earlier, seemed eager for more. Mid-soak, she stood up to fetch sake while humming, her liquor craving hitting hard.

Himekoji naturally accepted this freely offered bonus without hesitation.

This wasn’t the time for pretentious morals—the System’s peeping mission required concrete results. “Catching five naked” was the bare minimum, so slacking off wasn’t an option.

Worth noting, the female teacher proved her maturity—older age granted advantages, early access to full physical development that brewed a distinct charm.

Graceful, undulating curves!

Completely outshining the previous two minor cases.

He didn’t dare look longer—really didn’t dare.

Himekoji took one sweeping look to mark it done, then instantly fixed his eyes downward, forcing himself into meditative detachment.

Sigh~ Nothing beats sipping sake while soaking in an onsen~

Hiratsuka-sensei fetched the sake swift and smooth.

Soon, she was back in the hot water, savoring each slow sip.

“Here, Utaha, give this a try—come on!”

“And Yukinoshita, you too, just a taste~”

“Yuigahama, here’s one for you.”

The female teacher began handing out drinks, effectively pressuring the girls.

Was she bent on dragging everyone down?

Encouraging her underage students to drink?

Wait—was this truly a role model for a teacher?!

At that moment, Himekoji recalled her last drunken episode; his legs instinctively trembled.

The memory of that chaotic night felt vivid still, like it happened yesterday.

Handling drunks was the most troublesome thing!

Don’t get drunk, don’t get drunk, he silently prayed.

But seconds later, he realized how futile that prayer was.

Because—they were all soaking in an onsen!

Hot springs speed up blood flow, and drinking under such conditions? Bound to cause blackouts—especially with teens who usually never touched alcohol.

Last time, one drunk person overwhelmed him. How many could possibly collapse this round?

While Hiratsuka-sensei pushed drinks, Himekoji nearly jumped out shouting, “I object!”

Yet after calming down, he restrained himself.

No choice—if his peeping got exposed? He wouldn’t survive the beating…