Chapter 491: That’s Just Great

He was kissed! And kissed again!

Himekoji blankly touched his own lips…

He couldn’t even tell what the taste was anymore!

Seriously, what was going on?

Lady of the Wicked Lord’s Eye, Rikka, and now this weird Hanjo Ayame… Were they all just being reckless?!

Kissing him whenever they felt like it? Did they even ask him?

Though he felt secretly pleased a little, what dominated his feelings was still unease.

Confucius said: “It is not poverty that people worry about, but unfairness.” Wasn’t that exactly the situation now?

He stole a glance at Yukinoshita, Yuigahama, and Hiratsuka-sensei nearby, warning himself internally: From this moment on, he had to be really careful!

Just as Himekoji was thinking this, Hanjo’s faint sigh suddenly reached his ears—

“Ah… It just feels wrong, so different from kissing Rikka…”

“Huh?”

Himekoji’s face instantly darkened!

“Then just go kiss Rikka! Why kiss me?!”

That disgusted tone after a kiss was worse than not paying up afterwards!

His pride couldn’t take it!

“Because kissing Rikka is too hard! So I settled for you! I-it counts as my indirect first kiss, right?”

The first half came with pursed lips and rolling eyes, almost spitting at him. The second half suddenly shifted to her twiddling her fingers, acting all bashful like a lovesick girl…

The contrast was way too obvious!

Damn it!

Himekoji felt so angry inside!

With Hanjo Ayame’s attitude like that, he absolutely couldn’t let her have any more contact with Rikka!

“When you asked me for help finding Rikka before, the worried tone, the pleading look… seriously! And now, changing face faster than turning a page? Typical woman.”

“Huh? Worried tone? Pleading look? When a certain someone pleaded with me in the toilet to help him hold his little ○…”

“Toilet?”

“Hold little ○?”

Himekoji hadn’t expected Hanjo Ayame to bring up old history right now. Of course, Yukinoshita and Yuigahama, who had been closely watching Himekoji’s side, hadn’t expected it either. They spoke up in surprise, one after another.

“Hey hey hey, don’t make stuff up!”

No good! He couldn’t let Hanjo Ayame keep talking!

Himekoji acted immediately, rushing forward to cover the girl’s mouth.

This girl’s mouth just couldn’t stay shut!

That much was clear from how often Hanjo Ayame spouted dirty jokes!

“Quite the lady-killer, Pervert-kun.”

Covering her mouth after a kiss? It looked an awful lot like affection, like playful teasing. Yukinoshita narrowed her eyes slightly, walked closer, and said sarcastically.

She could sort of stand the kisses from Lady of the Wicked Lord’s Eye and Rikka. After all, there were reasons: they’d all been through unbelievable things together, and emotions piled up had to explode eventually.

And they were just quick pecks anyway. She could think of them as accidental meetings of outer skin cells.

Yes, accidental meetings of outer skin cells!

With her magnanimous nature as the club president, Yukinoshita could turn a blind eye to her club members’ lapses in discipline.

But what was up with this Hanjo Ayame?!

She just popped up out of nowhere starting with the request job. She wasn’t usually around. Not only did she force a kiss, but she had shady past dealings with Himekoji straight out of an ero-anime?

Yukinoshita had to take notice now.

Would every random female character that showed up later have some murky relationship with Himekoji?

Of course, she didn’t care about Himekoji’s personal love life. She had no reason or right to. In the end, this was simply her sense of responsibility as club president.

A student’s main task is to study!

“Ahaha… You flatter me.”

Being praised by Yukinoshita was rare. Himekoji felt a bit embarrassed. Sheepishly, he took his hand off Hanjo’s mouth and scratched the back of his head.

“I wasn’t praising you.”

Yukinoshita immediately corrected him coldly.

“Eh?”

“Wait! Akito, be still for a sec.”

Himekoji, feeling dejected from being cut down, was about to say more when Yuigahama held up a hand, stopping him.

The girl stood on tiptoes, leaning in close.

Himekoji jumped!

It looked familiar… he’d already been through this three times today!

Who knew the next one who couldn’t hold back was Yuigahama?

He’d really underestimated her!

No! Not acceptable! He wasn’t that kind of easy person!

Did they all think they could kiss him whenever they felt like it? What was he?!

Himekoji screamed inside, but his body obediently followed Yuigahama’s instruction, not moving a muscle.

Lady of the Wicked Lord’s Eye, Rikka, Hanjo Ayame… all were total newbies at kissing. They clearly had zero experience. Their skills were childish and clumsy. Even remembering those kisses now, setting aside how they made him feel psychologically, the actual physical sensation was, at best, barely passable.

He hoped Yuigahama would bring him something refreshingly new!

Himekoji closed his eyes expectantly.

A light touch brushed against his lips.

“There.”

Eh? There?

That was it?!

Was it that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment? This kiss was actually worse than the first three!

Opening his eyes with a mix of anger and pity, Himekoji saw Yuigahama muttering towards him, finger raised—

“Honestly, Akito, you’d be laughed at if you had lipstick smudged on your mouth, you know?”

Then she started giggling herself. “Ohohoho.”

When Yuigahama laughed, the corners of her eyes naturally crinkled down, making her look childish, yet also close and warm.

But sometimes, she only smiled with her mouth, like now, as her other hand clutched a fist behind her back.

Seriously…

How useless I was!

I felt really upset about missing that chance.

“Ahaha… Lipstick?”

Himekoji laughed along with the girl a few times, then suddenly seemed to realize something. His gaze immediately shot towards Hanjo Ayame.

She was the last one, and the most suspicious!

The moment she noticed Himekoji staring, Hanjo Ayame hurriedly waved her hands—

“No! Not me! I only used lip balm!”

It wasn’t her?

That was weird. Rikka showed no signs of wearing lipstick either.

Could it be the Lady of the Wicked Lord’s Eye?

She did put on careful makeup yesterday wearing that wedding dress…

But didn’t those two share the same mouth?!

He couldn’t figure it out, but since it wasn’t anything important, Himekoji soon gave up thinking about it.

“Ah! Then maybe it’s my lipstick?”

Hiratsuka-sensei chose that moment to join the fun.

Himekoji rolled his eyes in annoyance, knowing the female teacher’s ways all too well. He motioned for her to quit fooling around.

Ignoring him completely, she continued on her own,

“How about… give me a kiss, Himekoji? Then we’ll know for sure if it’s Sensei’s lipstick.”

“Let’s not! Whether it is or isn’t, I’d get into huge trouble either way…!”

Himekoji backed down and changed the subject, “By the way, Sensei, you went to pick everyone up? I thought you didn’t show up earlier because you got scared, ahaha.”

“I really was scared.”

“Huh?”

A female teacher who naturally had a violent streak in her… being scared by such a level of violence? Himekoji absolutely didn’t buy it.

He’d been hit by this woman enough times at school.

Still, he played along with her words regardless—

“Don’t be scared, Sensei! I’ll protect you!”

Despite nearly being beaten to death by the Brave moments before, Himekoji puffed out his chest and boasted.

“That’s exactly why I am scared. What I fear most… is seeing Himekoji get hurt.”

The female teacher said this with a laugh that seemed both real and fake at once.

It choked the rest of Himekoji’s boast right back down his throat.

“Still… I’m glad you’re safe and sound.”

As if suddenly vanishing, all the injuries right down to the bone and the splatters of blood disappeared. Himekoji stood before the female teacher completely unharmed. It was hard to believe he’d just been through such a huge fight moments ago.

The female teacher’s gaze drifted away from Himekoji. She looked toward Yukinoshita standing quietly to the side. She glanced at Rikka, fleeing in panic with Hanjo Ayame chasing after her at full sprint. She saw the Brave, stripped naked by Himekoji, crouching shivering in a corner chatting away with Tobe…

Hiratsuka-sensei gently placed a hand on Himekoji’s head—

“No one got hurt… Thank goodness…”

She breathed a soft sigh, her face showing a girl-like smile Himekoji had never seen the female teacher wear before,

“That’s all thanks to you, Himekoji.”