Chapter 148: Caught… Caught in the Act?!

“Lift… lift it?”

Himekoji gulped dryly.

He took several deep breaths but still couldn’t steel his resolve. Every second felt like an epic mental battle.

Damn it, as a Pervert, hesitating over something like this was utterly uncharacteristic!

“Hurry… hurry!”

But Kasumigaoka couldn’t wait any longer. Her legs, wrapped around the back of Himekoji’s head, pulled him forward in a trembling rhythm—her movements the most urgent command.

Fluids “drip, drip, dripped” down the seat onto the floor, like a broken faucet screaming for repair.

Her slender waist and ample curves twisted relentlessly in the dark, quiet space.

The next instant, even in the gloom, Himekoji clearly saw Kasumigaoka’s body suddenly freeze. Then, her long neck snapped backward dramatically as her waist arched sharply upward…

Wait, holy shit!

This scene… was familiar!

That earlier wave, the splash and spray—weren’t these all the same premonitions as before?

Which meant—

With him crouched right before her seat like this, wasn’t he guaranteed to get blasted head-on?

And this time, it wouldn’t be mere “sleetwater” like he’d tasted multiple times in the Service Club. This… this was straight-up “Utaha-water”!

A tsunami descending— wait no, an Utaha-water fountain erupting!

Okay, no time to hesitate!

To avoid getting a faceful of “Utaha-douche,” Himekoji desperately tried to dodge. Yet Kasumigaoka’s crossed legs clamped his head tightly, entangled like ancient roots.

She wouldn’t let him escape?!

Damn… this was a major problem now…

Thoughts racing, a solution flashed through Himekoji’s mind—

Looks like the pen had to become his weapon for self-defense!

Sacred pen flood control—only System-guaranteed methods would do!

Lift skirt! Tear stockings! Write “正”!

Himekoji executed it all in one seamless motion.

Every wasted minute meant gallons more precious water lost! Himekoji acutely felt the urgency.

Water conservation is everyone’s duty!

“Huuuh— Ah……”

As the final stroke of the “正” symbol took shape, a sigh-like moan seemed to escape the girl’s lips.

Afterward, a strange, prolonged silence settled over their corner of the back row, broken only when Kasumigaoka finally spoke again—

“Hime-chan, if you saw anything you shouldn’t have… I’ll gouge your eyes out.”

That’s what she said, but unless Himekoji was mistaken, the speaker herself seemed to be parting her legs a little wider?

Seriously, teasing him with this mix of reluctance and allure was too much!

He was a Pervert! Incapable of resisting such temptation!

…Or was he?!

Today, he’d reclaim honor for all Perverts! He’d prove they could remain composed!

Thus, he entered monk-mode and pondered a deep philosophical riddle—

The torn stocking, the dampness between her thighs, and… the Underwear forcibly torn open by the System…

Which among these was the “forbidden sight”?

Himekoji contemplated earnestly.

In moments, the answer came—

Perhaps the most forbidden sight of all was those few stray strands of fluffy hair sticking out from her lace panties…

Ahem, getting distracted…

Anyway, having found the answer, he could formally reply to Kasumigaoka Utaha’s question—

“Nope! I absolutely didn’t see anything I shouldn’t have!”

Only after an extra glance or two did Himekoji finally “swish” his head away, striking a righteous pose as he carefully pulled the girl’s skirt back down.

Better be careful with it that wet—wouldn’t want her catching a chill.

What a thoughtful and gentle Pervert I am, he mused.

…

“Well then—wanna take a proper look?”

The flood management seemed effective—Kasumigaoka even had the energy to sit upright now. She withdrew her feet from Himekoji’s nape, crossed one leg elegantly over the other, propped her chin on a hand, and leaned forward. The other hand reached out lazily to tease Himekoji’s chin.

Look… look properly?

Holy shit! After flooding the place so many damn times, how had she still not run dry?!

Barely recovered a shred of energy, and she immediately sought death by teasing him?!

Himekoji was genuinely awed by this “Water Fairy.”

[Contact Judgement Activated!]

[Pleasure Enhancement: Three-Stage Initiated—]

Called it…

Kasumigaoka’s upright posture lasted less than a second before crumbling. Her thighs began rubbing and shuddering incessantly once more.

“Ugh… it’s… it’s back… write it… again! Hurry!”

Himekoji rolled his eyes and picked up his brush for the second time.

What followed—

was swiftly interrupted by a third, fourth, fifth time…

All the while, Himekoji’s phone buzzed relentlessly in his pocket.

He didn’t need to look. Even his ass could guess which Young Lady was calling.

But right now, escape was impossible!

Based on Kasumigaoka’s current state, take him away for a few minutes, and she’d probably flood this entire theater!

He was manning the frontline of a literal flood disaster!

So he fired off a quick text—claiming a stomachache from bad food had him trapped in the restroom—to reassure her and hopefully buy time.

Then, ducking his head again, he resumed his calligraphic mission.

The marker’s fibrous tip glided effortlessly over the smooth skin of the girl’s fair thighs—each stroke smoother, more addictive than the last. Impossible to stop.

Until suddenly, deep in his artistic flow, Kasumigaoka kicked him straight under her seat, forcing him to halt—

What the hell?!

Why kick your calligraphy savior?!

Cold, wet, and slippery beneath him, crammed into the cramped space beneath the seat, Himekoji blinked in utter confusion.

But comprehension dawned merely seconds later—

“Kasumigaoka, why are you alone back here?”

If sound had a color, this voice was pure, tsundere gold. Himekoji recognized it instantly.

“How should I know? You bought the tickets.”

“Akito’s not here?”

“Why would he be?”

Eriri asked a few questions, got vague non-answers, then—damningly—plopped herself down right beside Kasumigaoka.

…

Hey! Don’t sit down! The view sucks back here!

Panic gripped Himekoji. If Eriri stayed put, did that mean he was trapped in this damp, cramped sewer?

“Drip”, “drip”, “drip”…

Oh right. And it was leaking.

Himekoji stared bleakly at the glistening droplets splattering beside his head.

Mini splashes radiated outward.

…

Wait!

If Eriri was stuck sitting there… what happened when Kasumigaoka’s next tidal wave hit?!

Their flood control operation was facing total annihilation!

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