Chapter 360: Last Night We…

“Ouch… hurts…”

When rolling onto his side, Himekoji’s terribly swollen cheek accidentally pressed against the floor, jolting him awake from the pain.

So many people slept in one suite, beds were scarce, so Himekoji was on the futon on the floor.

Rising, he instinctively touched his face and winced sharply again.

Seriously…

After a whole night, his face seemed even more swollen now?

Himekoji gritted his teeth, thinking he must have hit himself way too hard last night.

But speaking of last night…

Something else seemed to happen later.

But what exactly was it?

He couldn’t really remember.

He only knew they drank a whole lot more, just him and Kasumigaoka.

Then, right before he passed out completely, the last thing he recalled…

Kasumigaoka pouncing forward, pushing him down?

Huh?

Wait!

Pushing him down?

An instant shiver ran down his spine, jolting him wide awake. The image in his mind startled him.

What then?

What happened after she pushed him down?

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember. His memory just stopped there.

Could it be…?

Himekoji’s first instinct was to yank open his pants.

His expression was tense as he took a very serious peek.

Had his little brother done anything behind his back last night?

Himekoji squinted, trying to tell with his eyes.

After looking for a moment.

“Hmm…”

He felt more unsure.

It was hard to say.

Just looking at it like this, it didn’t seem any different from usual?

Himekoji was about to bend lower and pull his pants open wider for a clearer look when a sudden voice right behind him nearly scared him out of his wits.

“Well now, your ‘little brother’ seems quite energetic so early in the morning.”

It was Sensei’s voice.

And really close!

No, right by his ear!

Himekoji whipped his head around. There was Hiratsuka Shizuka leaning in, her neck craned and her head practically over his shoulder, her gaze fixed directly between his wide-open legs!

“Eep! Sensei! What are you looking at?!”

His face immediately flushed bright red. Himekoji hastily let go, his waistband snapping shut against his belly with a loud ‘thwack’.

His little brother was immediately re-imprisoned in the lightless dungeon of his pants.

“What you were looking at is what I was looking at.”

Being the adult, Sensei remained completely unruffled, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.

“Looking isn’t allowed!”

Himekoji puffed out his cheeks angrily, looking stern with a hint of bashfulness. Hard to imagine he was actually a pervert.

Certainly, Hiratsuka Shizuka seemed way more like one right now.

“Why so stingy? What’s so special it can’t be seen? Want Sensei to show you hers instead?”

Her languid, teasing tone started taunting him bright and early.

She seemed certain Himekoji wouldn’t dare look.

It was exactly this tone, this attitude that was infuriating!

Not even sure what happened last night, Himekoji was already agitated. Teased like this, he snapped.

“Well then, just go ahead and show me! Are you all talk?”

Himekoji was just as certain Sensei was all talk.

Pfft, anyone can talk big.

Got the guts to actually do it?

“Hmm, watch carefully then~~”

“Watching.”

Himekoji curled his lip dismissively.

“Alright then, take a look!”

As Sensei said this, she actually reached out her hand…

And tugged on his pants…

Himekoji felt a sudden chill below the waist.

“Why are you pulling MY pants open?!”

Himekoji was going insane!

Was this a sensei or a delinquent?

Or was she drunk again this early in the morning?

“You said ‘show you’, didn’t you? I am your Sensei. I can’t break promises to my students.”

“Show me? Show me this thing?”

Anger got the best of him; Himekoji couldn’t help the harsh swearing.

“Yep, that’s exactly what I meant when I said ‘show you’.”

No wonder she taught Japanese; wording things differently changed the meaning entirely.

“I don’t need you to show me this! It’s MY thing! I look at it every single day!”

“And, Sensei, I already said looking isn’t allowed!”

Himekoji slapped her hand away from his waistband. With a stern face and utmost seriousness, he securely tucked away his little brother.

It was way too early in the morning. He was utterly, completely baffled…

What the hell was this all about?

Being peeked at twice, and by his own teacher at that—pure bullshit and utterly embarrassing.

He seriously suspected Hiratsuka-sensei must’ve drunk fake alcohol again!

“Oh? Sounds like you’re saying you want to see mine? Pretty bold, aren’t you?”

“I never said that.”

“Still trying to deny it?”

The Female Teacher flicked Himekoji’s forehead hard.

“Ouch…”

Himekoji winced in pain.

But with that, he accidentally tugged his already badly swollen cheek, doubling the agony.

“What happened to your face?”

It was swollen so noticeably the Female Teacher couldn’t miss it.

“Mosquitoes kept landing on me last night. I slapped at them… over and over till it ended up like this…”

Himekoji made an excuse. She clearly wasn’t buying it.

Not that he cared whether she believed him; more important things were on his mind—last night’s events, above all else.

After brushing off the Female Teacher with a half-hearted response, he slipped into Kasumigaoka’s room.

Of course he’d be the only one sleeping in the living room—that was a given.

…

“Senpai?”

Kasumigaoka was still asleep, her blanket askew and clothes messy. The top of her Yukata had even slipped down to her elbow.

Himekoji accidentally glimpsed it and instantly flushed crimson, turning his gaze away.

“Senpai? Hey, Senpai?”

She was sound asleep. He called out several times, but got no reaction.

No choice—he had to reach out. Shaking her awake wasn’t polite, but he couldn’t afford to dwell on etiquette now.

“Wake up, Senpai! Time to get up!”

The shaking worked. After a faint flutter of her eyelashes, Kasumigaoka finally opened her bleary eyes.

“Mm… five more minutes… I ache all over…”

Voice sleepy and nasal, she shut her eyes again the instant she opened them.

Yet those groggy words sent Himekoji’s heart skipping a beat.

He pursed his lips; his throat suddenly felt dry.

“A-All over? Did we… did we do something last night?”

“You said we should get into bed! But then I had to do all the work—and you call yourself a man? Totally useless.”

“I said we should?!”

Holy shit—no way!

Did it actually happen?!

Himekoji froze, cold sweat breaking out instantly.

He hammered his own forehead, struggling to remember—but nothing came back.

“Hold on! Explain it clearly! Did we really… really do that last night?”

“Ah! Stop shaking me! I need a little longer!”

Now she was grumpy—her sleep schedule, constantly warped by deadlines, was practically flipped. Sleeping till dark was normal.

Especially on weekends.

Being dragged awake this early was like fighting her own body clock—she wasn’t having it.

So she rolled over, turning her back to Himekoji, and buried her head deep under the blanket.

Leaving just him standing there, totally bewildered…

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