Chapter 12: Did I Reincarnate into an Erotic Anime?
Chapter 12: Did I Reincarnate into an Erotic Anime?
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“Sorry! My hands are allergic to wee-wees, so could you help hold it when I pee later?!”
Himekoji Akito blurted out the words again eagerly, his face flushed crimson. Looking at him now, the title ‘Pervert’ seemed well deserved.
“Ohohoho~~ Since it’s a wee-wee, I accept!”
The girl took off her glasses, waved her hand grandly, and declared with a bright smile.
【Ding!】
【Task completed. Reward: 10 2D Points.】
【Ding!】
【Perversion acknowledged. Additional reward: 50 2D Points.】
Damn, she actually agreed? Wait, did I reincarnate into an erotic anime?
The girl in front gazed openly at Himekoji with bright, unshadowed eyes.
“Let’s begin!”
She said without the slightest hesitation or gloom.
Begin? Begin what?!
He was just forced to say perverted things; he wasn’t actually a pervert. Sure, some bold girls might crack jokes of this magnitude, but jokes were just jokes. Even if she sounded completely serious, it had to be talk and nothing more.
Himekoji planned to make up some excuse to quickly dodge the subject. Better for both of them.
“Ah, my head hurts! Was I possessed just now? What did I even say?”
【Please continue!】
The damn System voice chimed just as Himekoji Akito started his lame lie.
Then, his head really did start hurting…
【Please continue!】
The girl classmate in front stared at him wide-eyed, seemingly puzzled by Himekoji Akito’s clumsy and exaggerated acting.
The System trumped everything. Knowing this full well, Himekoji silently sighed and moved forward as if resigned to his fate.
Honestly, when a person has a perfectly legitimate reason—or excuse—it’s surprisingly easy to behave shamelessly. Here was a prime example—
Himekoji Akito’s face flushed slightly as he undid his jeans in front of the urinal…
Inside was a soft, round, white beret.
“What’s this? A hat? Does the wee-wee get sunburned too?”
The girl was as curious as a child.
“It doesn’t see the sun!” The questioned shot back irritably.
Wait, he thought abruptly, wasn’t he supposed to be facing away from her?
Glancing back slightly, he saw the girl craning her neck way out.
“Hey! Shouldn’t you look away at a time like this?”
“Eh? Didn’t you ask me to help?”
“I don’t need—” That should be enough now, he thought, ready to refuse firmly. But—
【Please, you must help me!】
The System interfered again.
“…Please, you must help me!”
Didn’t it feel like being assaulted a hundred times?! Himekoji Akito was practically in tears!
“Quit whining! I said I’d help, so I will!”
Seeming a bit displeased at being doubted, she raised her eyebrow momentarily, then planted her hands on her hips and declared brashly again.
“Well… thanks a lot for that…”
Himekoji mumbled, weakly stuffing the hat he’d snatched that morning into his school bag.
He’d kept this hat hidden in his pants since dawn—clearly not because of a weird fetish, but thanks to yet another one of the System’s “additional options” screwing with him.
“This is strange.”
Himekoji’s hands trembled uncontrollably near his underwear. He was waging his last, most desperate battle against the System, fighting with sheer willpower.
“What’s strange?”
The girl standing unblinkingly in the men’s restroom asked him with bright, cheery tones as he fumbled with his fly.
Seriously, everything about this was bizarre!
“You! You’re the weird one!”
The resistance failed. It failed the instant Himekoji shouted. Maybe, in truth, it was because it failed that his hands lost all control, startling him so badly he yelled in sheer panic.
“You think I’m weird too?”
His classmate tilted her head, slightly confused. She’d thought that in this whole school, at least Himekoji Akito would understand her.
After all, Himekoji Akito was the notorious Pervert!
Right now, Himekoji couldn’t spare a thought for what the girl was saying. An overwhelming, unstoppable urge to pee was crashing down upon him like a tidal wave.
He was finished. He couldn’t hold it back!
His hands completely ignored his command now. In one swift motion (“shhhht!”), they yanked down his bright red celebratory underwear, exposing his shy little member that rarely saw the light of day.
He’d thought these hands—so gentle during lonely nights—would never betray him. Yet ironically, in the end, it was that very gentleness that inflicted the deepest wound.
Hold it! Hold it, damn you! Just like how you, the two sisters, always handled things together!
The flood was ready to burst forth. Himekoji Akito’s hands, however, had independently and mutinously planted themselves deep in his pockets, refusing to budge an inch.
Come on! WORK! Do your job!
Himekoji Akito was on the verge of a total meltdown!
He could feel a truly unprecedented torrent building within him. The little guy expected to bear this monstrous flow was slowly becoming visibly angry and scary. Without hands to manage it… the consequences were unthinkable!
His shoes would get soaked, his trousers too…
Though, perhaps even earlier than that, Himekoji Akito’s eyes were already welling up, taking the lead in getting wet.
“Like this?”
At the critical moment, the voice cut through the chaos in Himekoji Akito’s ears like a crack of thunder—distinctly clear despite being almost whisper-soft.