Chapter 168: Oh-hoo

【Choose!】

No, Himekoji had no choice at all!

What was the point of choosing?!

……

“As long as you hold it, you will know someday.”

Himekoji spoke solemnly. At the same time, following the System’s demand, he grabbed the girl’s small hand and stuffed it right into his own hot pants…

Sorry, Shiina-san!

Himekoji closed his eyes, filled with guilt.

Why?

Why did he have to be a pervert?!

The girl’s fingers were soft and cool. Pressed against Himekoji’s lifeline through only his underwear.

“Oh-hoo…”

His object was such an airhead. Doing such a shameful, blush-worthy thing surprisingly caused even Himekoji, this guy used to perverted deeds, to feel a little bit excited.

However, Himekoji was a pervert with a bottom line!

Excitement aside in this situation, one very important point he absolutely had to achieve was—

Not getting hard!

Absolutely must not get hard!

As long as he didn’t get hard, he couldn’t be considered a real pervert!

After all, everything he did was forced by the System; this blame could be shifted!

The readers were all reasonable book lovers; they would surely understand and forgive him!

So, as long as he kept his little guy in check and didn’t act out, there would be no problem.

Yes!

I only look like a pervert, I’m not a real pervert, that’s it, all of this is this lousy System’s fault!

I’m not a pervert, I’m not a pervert, I’m not a pervert…

I won’t get hard, won’t get hard, won’t get hard…

The hypnosis worked!

With immense willpower, Himekoji suppressed his evil little guy just about ready to raise its head.

“You’re pretty amazing.”

He couldn’t help wanting to give himself this praise in his heart.

However, just as the saying goes, the weather is unpredictable. The next moment, a sudden change occurred!

The sensation, which should have been weakened by the underwear, at a certain instant, suddenly became intensely real and clear.

Smooth, tender skin, slightly cool body temperature… the thing Himekoji had wrapped inside his underwear felt like it was suddenly gripped directly in the girl’s palm without any barrier…

He could feel the soft lines of her palm, the tickle of her fingertips lightly brushing past…

Wait a minute, was he wearing fake underwear?

What happened to ‘through the underwear’!

This now was clearly being held in the girl’s hand, direct skin contact!

“Oh-hoo~~ Don’t grip so hard, hey!”

Himekoji finally couldn’t hold back a cry.

“I want to know.”

The girl said softly, her small hand moving instinctively, adding more force.

Now she learned to give it a stirring movement?

Wh-wait a minute! Was this girl really an airhead?

Are you sure?

If so, she was too much of an airhead! Too natural!

Going to… going to… going to get hard…

No!

It was already hard!

In this kind of situation, if there was a man who didn’t get hard, Himekoji would call him Dad!

……

“Why are you putting your hand inside my underwear?!”

Himekoji’s heart ached. Damn it, he’d ruined another tender budding flower of the motherland! And such a super pure one too, pure as plain water!

Speaking of which, just a moment ago, he’d only stuffed Mashiro’s hand on top of his underwear, hey!

“Because, I wanted to know more clearly.”

Mashiro blinked her eyes, her face still showing no emotional fluctuation. The girl spoke quite matter-of-factly.

“What kind of messed-up relation does this have with knowing clearly?!”

“Akito is strange. You said it yourself.”

Mashiro said, and the small hand still inside Himekoji’s pants instinctively gave another couple of squeezes.

“It got bigger?”

The girl tilted her head in confusion.

……

‘You said it yourself…’

This phrase instantly choked off everything Himekoji still wanted to say.

It was true… it was really him who said it… thanks to the System’s meddling…

“Then… do you know now?”

Himekoji rolled his eyes, weak and spiritless.

“Maybe.”

Mashiro nodded her little head slightly.

What? Maybe?

Right, Mashiro meant that after touching his little Hime’s bud, she really understood something?

Quit joking, hey!

Could his little Hime’s bud be that amazing?

Was this a fake bud?!

“Akito means the same thing as Ayano? Want me to start from more intense pictures?”

Mashiro, incredibly, began explaining on her own, jumping to her own understanding,

“Is the empty and lifeless plot trying to be covered up by intense visuals?”

Mashiro still wore no expression, but her slightly lowered gaze seemed to show she was thinking.

The hand that had been stuffed into Himekoji’s crotch was pulled out on its own and lightly placed near her mouth.

Many people did this habitually when deep in thought.

But… wait!

Wasn’t that the same hand that just touched my little Hime?

Isn’t it gross to put it near your mouth without washing it first?!

Was his concern just too weird, or did Mashiro simply not notice?

Besides, there was another embarrassing thing—

After the hand that had just been stroking his little Hime was pulled away, Himekoji’s shameless little brother actually got even harder?

Seriously, what was that stick, utterly ignorant of shame, even hoping for?

Shame on you! I refuse to acknowledge such a disgraceful little Hime!

“Ahem, we’re going to be late for school…”

A helpless Himekoji, face full of imaginary black lines, tried to break the awkwardness with these words.

“Oh.”

It worked like magic.

Shiina Mashiro was immediately distracted.

Seemed like the ‘training’ these past few days had paid off. At the very least, the girl now knew that being late for class was utterly unacceptable.

Hmm, right after Himekoji had Mashiro write self-reflection essays for him for two days.

Calling it ‘training beyond artistic skill’ sounded nicer.

Put more bluntly, it was a threat—

No essays? No Baumkuchen!

…

Himekoji and Mashiro made it to school just before the bell.

Morning routine: catching up on sleep at the desk.

“Himekoji, you’re seriously distracting. Could you stop sleeping so openly during class? Right in my line of sight?”

Even though it was clearly break time now.

The words came from the girl next door, Aoyama Nanami. Her features were as sharp and clear as her tone—the perfect picture of a straight-A student.

Nanami fixed him with a look that promised plenty more to complain about.

“Ah, okay, okay.”

Grudgingly, Himekoji lifted his head.

“And stop sighing!”

So he quickly clamped his mouth shut.

What could he do? He was a gentleman. He always tried to humor a girl’s request when he could.

On the flip side, he hoped that when he made… certain perverted requests of Nanami, she would remember this and humor him too. That would be the best.

…

Himekoji did everything Nanami demanded.

Yet, the girl still kept looking at him, clearly wanting to say more.

“Do you still have issues with me?”

Himekoji was puzzled.

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