Chapter 419: Wife and Blow-up Doll
Chapter 419: Wife and Blow-up Doll
Ah, thinking about running a marathon at the end of the month made me want to die…
Who doesn’t? I’d rather just take leave.
The boys complained noisily to each other as they walked to the locker room.
It’s just a marathon. If you train hard now, everyone will be fine. And, athletic guys are really popular with girls these days.
Seeing that the others were a bit reluctant about the marathon, Hayama smoothly stepped in and boosted their spirits a little.
Huh? Really?
Of course! Hayato said it, so how could it be wrong!
Great! Let’s use this chance to show the girls!
The effect was immediate. With just a casual word, he easily got everyone motivated.
This showed Hayama’s influence among the boys.
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Help! Someone! There’s a pervert over here!
Tobe, walking at the front, was about to push open the locker room door when he heard that sound.
He paused his hand.
Eh? I-inside… is that a girl’s voice?
When shouting loudly, Miura naturally raised her tone, so Tobe and the others couldn’t recognize it as Yumiko’s voice right away.
Impossible? This is the boys’ locker room… You heard wrong? I think the voice came from next door…
One of the boys spoke up to set them straight.
That made sense.
This quickly got agreement from everyone.
Let’s go, let’s go inside. Change into gym clothes early, and go train on the field soon!
Exactly! We need to show those girls!
Oh, oh…
Tobe nodded, stopped worrying about it, and pushed the locker room door open first.
…
The boys outside thought they misheard, but Himekoji did not think that.
People are coming!
We’re done for!
That was his first thought.
And Miura was like a jinx—she yelled “people are coming,” and it happened right away!
If the others saw him and Miura alone in the locker room with their clothes messy…
There was no way to explain it cleanly!
For him, it didn’t hurt much. His reputation was already bad enough, and it couldn’t get much worse. But Miura was a girl after all. Even if she acted tough, her pride was thin.
That time at the Tennis Court with the forced kiss took forever to calm down. It also made Miura miss school with him for a week…
It was in the past, but Himekoji still felt a little sorry.
So, he shouldn’t repeat it this time, right?
Think of a way!
Yes, think of a way!
Huh? Got it!
The closet!
Put Miura in there first!
Having seen all sorts of news stories, Himekoji thought of this trick right away.
The closet, along with under the bed, was called the “two hiding spots”!
It always played a big part in cheating stories, showing how reliable it was.
Closet buddy, this time, please help me!
Ignoring Miura’s shocked look, Himekoji spun around, broke free from her “cabinet slam,” and pushed her firmly into the closet without asking.
Hey hey hey, what are you doing?!
Miura immediately frowned and shouted.
Luckily, she seemed to notice the noise outside and kept her voice low.
No! Not that! I’m not that kind of guy! At least not at this moment!
He knew Miura didn’t mean that, but Himekoji wanted to tease her on purpose, so he twisted her words.
Who told her to act all bossy with him earlier?
Don’t look down on a guy’s pride!
Also, joking in such a tight spot might help ease the pressure.
It let Himekoji get ready mentally and deal better with whatever came next.
In short, it was just an excuse to be pervy. For a long-time pervert like Himekoji, it was easy and fun.
You y-you you! Who says anything about that?!
Then what did you mean?
Your hand! Where are you pushing?!
Huh?
Only now at Miura’s words did Himekoji notice.
Hmm…
It did seem like he wasn’t pushing the right spot.
But—
Whose fault is it that those things on your chest take up so much space? One push, and I touched them, so blame me?
Himekoji argued back boldly.
Desperate times! They’re coming in! Hurry! Get hidden!
Miura was about to fight back, but hearing that last part, she panicked and finally quieted down. She closed her mouth unhappily, but kept glaring hard at Himekoji.
Click!
Right after he spoke, the locker room door was pushed open.
It was really close!
Because Himekoji hadn’t closed the closet door yet!
And Miura’s arm was still poking out, not pulled back in time!
Huh? Akio?! I thought I couldn’t find you in the Classroom. So you came here alone first!
When Tobe, who came in first, suddenly saw Himekoji in the locker room, he immediately grinned and called out loudly,
“What’s that in the wardrobe? A hand? A girl’s hand?”
But the next sentence from this guy instantly made Himekoji’s heart race with worry.
“N-nothing, you must be seeing things, right?”
Himekoji forced himself to speak calmly.
His hands moved quickly, and he hurriedly shut the wardrobe door.
“No! Not just a hand! It’s a person! It’s a girl!”
However, other sharp-eyed classmates saw it too and shouted right away.
“This… this is way too wild, right?”
“As expected of a weirdo… no, as expected of Himekoji-kun!”
“Who’s inside the wardrobe? Could it be a girl from our class?”
The locker room exploded into chaos in an instant, with all the guys getting excited, faces red, chattering and discussing loudly.
It’s over, it’s all over…
Miura inside the wardrobe felt like she wanted to die right then.
There was no hiding it anymore!
Even if she came out and tried to explain, probably no one would believe her…
Moreover, she was a girl who had a past with Himekoji…
Just when Miura was losing all hope, she heard Himekoji outside speak like this—
“Uh… forget it, cough! I’ll be straight with you, it’s a doll! It’s a doll! Because I can’t live without it, I brought it to school.”
Even though this explanation was total nonsense, Himekoji still pushed through and said it naturally.
To make others believe, he had to believe it first himself!
A believing heart is magic!
Himekoji kept hypnotizing himself like that.
So, please, let him slip through!
“Uh… what’s a doll?”
Saika, standing at the back of the crowd, raised his hand weakly and asked.
He looked clueless and innocent, pure like an angel.
He didn’t even know what a doll was?
There was actually such a good kid in class!
Quick, isolate him… pfft, no kidding!
As expected of Saika!
Himekoji felt a pang of guilt about deceiving Totsuka like this; though he felt bad, he had no choice but to keep talking nonsense.
“Um… simply put… it’s an adult toy.”
“Toy?!”
No sooner had he said it, Himekoji sensed a muffled riot sound from inside the wardrobe.
It seemed like Queen, hearing herself called that by Himekoji, was annoyed, angrily but holding back as she quietly hit the door panel.
Calm down! Stay calm, Miura!
This is an emergency situation!
Himekoji held the wardrobe tightly, and things eased up a bit.
…
“Huh? It’s really a doll?”
“No way?”
“From the brief look, it didn’t seem like it…”
The nonsense Himekoji suddenly made up was doubted after all…
“If it’s really a doll, let us see it.”
“Yeah, yeah, Himekoji-kun, let us take another look!”
“We’re so curious! Like, a doll and all!”
This…
“No way! The d-doll, for me… for me… ah! It’s like my wife! Yes, my wife! She’s not wearing clothes now; how can I let you see?”
So, please be kind and stop bothering about this!
Himekoji felt like he couldn’t keep making up things…
“Huh? But…”
“Just one look, don’t be so stingy!”
“Exactly, we won’t do anything, just look.”
Just when Himekoji was about to lose control of the situation, Hayama finally stepped up—
“Okay, everyone, stop messing around. Since Mihara-kun said so, don’t force him. What’s in the wardrobe is indeed a doll, I saw it.”
“Oh? So it really is a doll? If Hayato says it, it must be true.”
“Right, right, Hayama won’t lie for sure.”
“Wow, Hayama even knows about dolls? As expected of Hayama!”
Seriously, how much do you guys trust Hayama?
After racking my brain trying to think of a way, it still loses to Hayama just opening his mouth?
Himekoji inwardly complained in frustration.
But thanks to Hayama, he seemed to have gotten away with it.
Lucky…
“By the way, Himekoji-kun is amazing too! He dared to bring it to school! As expected of a weirdo… no, as expected of the Brave!”
“Doing what others can’t do, deciding what others can’t decide, achieving what others can’t, that’s Himekoji-kun!”
“Long live the Cult Leader-sama! Cult Leader-sama is super strong!”
“Huh? Is that cult of yours still around?”
…
Hayama Hayato, surrounded in the middle of the crowd, smiled awkwardly and seized the moment to change the topic.
“Alright, hurry and get changed for the field? Didn’t you just say you wanted to let the girls see you well?”
“Yeah, yeah! Get changed, get changed!”
“Right, right, it’s rare we have P.E. with the girls! I’ll show my best self today!”
Led by Hayama’s example, the guys quickly changed into gym clothes one by one and left the locker room.
“Whew… safe.”
Himekoji knocked on the wardrobe panel, telling Miura she was safe, and he breathed a sigh of relief himself.
Except—
The meaningful look Hayama Hayato gave him before leaving made Himekoji subtly concerned.
“BANG—”
Miura Queen, fed up with being trapped in the small, stuffy wardrobe, kicked the door open hard.
“You little Himekoji! You actually called me your toy? Toy?!”
Clearly seeking payback, Miura Yumiko’s pretty, proud face darkened with anger.
“Ah, sorry, sorry, it was necessary at the time.”
Feeling guilty, Himekoji had to swallow his pride and apologize to the girl.
“Ah… actually…”
For some reason, Queen, who was all fired up a second ago, suddenly did a total change in tone, acting shyly and hesitating,
“You, just now… what did you call me?”
“Huh? Nothing?”
“Huh? What nothing? Didn’t you call me your wife?!”
Though her cheeks were red and she looked unhappy, Miura still shouted it emotionally.
“Oh, I was talking about the doll.”
Himekoji laughed, patted Miura’s shoulder to comfort her,
“Don’t worry, even if I married a doll as my wife, I wouldn’t marry you, so no need to worry.”
“Oh!”
Remembering something, Himekoji reached into the wardrobe and pulled out the girls’ gym clothes Miura brought, handing them to her.
“Get changed; P.E. class is about to start.”
After doing all this, Himekoji turned away from Miura and waved his hand, saying—
“Well… I’ll head to the field first.”
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