Chapter 151: Kuchikamizake?!

[You lied to me!]

They really knew Eriri well—she figured out the truth so quickly.

[No, my stomach is acting up again! So I got… summoned back by the toilet…]

Making up stories was easy.

Himekoji typed away on his phone, fingers flying across the screen.

[How could you?!]

Eriri puffed up her cheeks, clearly upset!

[What did I do? How is it my fault I got the runs? What can I do? I’m just as hopeless!]

Himekoji spoke with confidence.

After all, sounding unsure now would surely raise suspicion and give him away.

As a habitual liar, he wasn’t about to make such a rookie mistake!

So sorry about this, Sawamura.

You’ve been tricked plenty of times already—one more or less won’t matter. Please bear with it.

He apologized silently for peace of mind, then… yep, continued lying…

So, Eriri ended up foolishly believing Himekoji’s story, sitting obediently in her seat to wait for his return.

The girl didn’t suddenly rush back to the last row to pick a fight with Kasumigaoka. A relief indeed.

…

The movie approached its end.

During this time, Kasumigaoka alone finished five bottles of water, making Himekoji realize that saying “women are made of water” was probably true.

At one point, Himekoji’s eyes drifted seemingly casually over the girl’s skirt. He froze briefly before sighing.

“Here.”

He took off his own shirt and handed it to her.

“Want me to wash your clothes? Nice try, Himekoji-kun. Even if we get married in the future, you’ll be doing all the laundry.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha rested her chin lazily on her hand. Uttering embarrassing lines and teasing Himekoji felt like her passive skill.

Himekoji rolled his eyes beside her —

Married?

Married to you? You can’t even wash clothes!

Actually, marrying even Hiratsuka Sensei would be a better deal than marrying you!

“Tie it around your waist.”

So, Himekoji deliberately ignored her comment and spoke on his own.

What else could he do?

If he ever responded to her bait even once, Kasumigaoka—that particularly difficult woman—would instantly launch into an unstoppable torrent of speech.

Himekoji knew this too well from bitter experience.

…

“Around my waist…”

Kasumigaoka looked down at herself.

It was true. Because the “flooding” had been too frequent, the inner parts of her thighs were almost entirely covered in dense tally marks.

Beneath her skirt, glimpses of it vaguely showed… an alluring, fragrant sight…

Walking out of the theater looking like this would surely be incredibly embarrassing and “high-energy”.

The “benefits” of seeing this already felt overwhelming just for Himekoji. Letting others see? No way…

Kasumigaoka obediently tied the shirt securely around her waist, covering everything tightly. For a moment, it even gave Himekoji the illusion that the black-haired girl might actually be docile and well-behaved.

The shirt completely hid the view beneath her skirt.

So, all you fellow readers crouching at the theater exit, waiting to “gank”… you can all go home now!

…

All in all, this movie session ended safely for Himekoji and Kasumigaoka… well, peacefully for both of them, at least.

Himekoji slipped out before the crowds dispersed.

He hid himself inside the restroom, staying ready.

Only when Kasumigaoka gave the signal did he stagger out, leaning against the wall and pretending his legs were numb from squatting too long.

The four girls were waiting for him outside the theater.

While Eriri craned her neck, looking around with her little fangs showing, Yuigahama was enthusiastically chatting with Yukinoshita about the movie’s plot and easter eggs.

“Hey, Yukino-chan, do you think the gods would really like the sake brewed… brewed by the priestess chewing it in her mouth?”

“Probably.”

“Huh? Just ‘probably’? How could you?!”

Maybe Yukinoshita’s answer was too brief; Yuigahama clicked her tongue in disappointment.

Yet, the next second, seeing Kasumigaoka standing beside them quietly with her arms crossed, the girl suddenly got excited again.

“What do you think, Senpai?”

As a famous writer, Kasumigaoka surely had unique insights, Yuigahama thought.

“Huh? About what?”

But Kasumigaoka looked surprised.

Totally caught Yuigahama off guard!

“The movie! The movie we just saw!”

“Ah… it was nice…”

After struggling silently for a while, Kasumigaoka ended up giving an answer equally as dismissive as Yukinoshita’s.

Of course, this wasn’t her fault at all.

After all, she hadn’t really had the time to pay attention to the movie itself.

So how exactly was she supposed to answer?

“Aww, you sound like Yukino-chan! Tell us more~~”

Unwilling to give up, Yuigahama leaned in and clung to Kasumigaoka.

Seriously, she truly belonged to the “upper caste”. How else could she so naturally become familiar—warmly chatting—with a same-school Senpai she only met today? That rising tone at the end of her words was practically “sweet-talking”… How terrifying was that skill?

It was practically a superpower!

Are social butterflies like this… are they all monsters or what?

A few meters away, Himekoji, slowly making his way over leaning against the wall and putting on an act, was dumbstruck witnessing this scene.

Putting himself in Yuigahama’s shoes… He knew he absolutely couldn’t be “that shameless” himself!

When with strangers, the best move was to stay quiet like a bottle with a tight lid.

Then, if the other person was a pretty girl, just waited quietly for the System to assign a task. After a while, either go lift her skirt or try to touch her butt…

Yeah, that was probably the usual process.

Of course, sometimes they skipped the process and went straight to pervert mode right after meeting, honestly, that kind of plot happened pretty often too.

…

“Cough, Kuchikamizake? That’s a bit too heavy, isn’t it…”

Himekoji stepped in to help Kasumigaoka out.

Ms. Kasumi had been too busy dealing with flood distractions to watch the movie properly—Himekoji knew this well. Couldn’t let her slip up under Yuigahama’s questioning, right?

Luckily, while fighting the flood, Himekoji himself had managed to watch parts of it intermittently. So now, he confidently handled Yuigahama’s “bothering” for the girl.

“Tch! What nerve does a Pervert like you have to call someone else heavy? Where’d you even get that confidence?!”

The moment Eriri spotted Himekoji, her eyes suddenly brightened. She hurried over, lifting her chin proudly, and cut in with a tone of utmost scorn.

“Oh? Isn’t this exactly what that one Pervert loves? The drool of a pretty girl—he adores it. Stealing other people’s used recorder and cups to lick them? Isn’t that all for the same reason?”

Yukinoshita instantly jumped into the conversation too. Acting completely calm, she coolly turned the attack straight at Himekoji Akito.

“How many times do I have to say it? I never stole your recorder! Never, ever!”

Himekoji’s head throbbed.

Hold on—just now, Yukinoshita actually teamed up with Eriri? Could that be right?

“Just admit it.”

Ignoring Himekoji’s protests entirely, Yukinoshita simply cast him an icy, pressured look.

“Admit what? It’s not like… I like pretty girls’ drool!”

Huh? Wait!

Wasn’t that Eriri’s line?

Why’d it suddenly fall out of my own mouth?

Ugh, so gross…

“Ugh, so gross.”

Just as Himekoji formed the thought, Yukinoshita spoke it aloud, stepping back with a clear look of disgust.

“W-wait a minute! That tone, why does it sound so familiar?”

Eriri noticed something strange too.

“Huh? So you don’t like it, Akito? Don’t you think Kuchikamizake was super romantic in the movie?”

Yuigahama sounded puzzled.

“Not romantic at all! That kind of wine, made from rice chewed up and mixed with spit before fermenting—who’d ever drink that?”

Himekoji shot her a frustrated glare.

“I, at least, would absolutely never drink it!”

He made sure to emphasize this at the very end.

[Ding!]

[Please choose!]

[Option A: Enjoy Yukinoshita, Yuigahama, Kasumigaoka, and Eriri’s Kuchikamizake.]

[Option B: Have Yukinoshita, Yuigahama, Kasumigaoka, and Eriri enjoy your Kuchikamizake.]

Huh?

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