Chapter 191: Imouto, Akiko!

[Ding!]

[Make Your Choice!]

“Pick your head?!”

Lousy options! Don’t pop up right now, causing trouble!

[A: Unwrap the new underwear, present it respectfully with both hands, kneel on one knee, and propose to Hiratsuka-sensei!]

[B: Unwrap the new underwear, put it on your head, strike a pose, and shout at Hiratsuka-sensei: “Ha! How dare a mere Female Teacher block my way?! You wretch, crawl back to your pitiful crustacean!”]

[Completion Reward: Automatically triggers a 5-second Sprint.]

[Failure Penalty: Automatically triggers 5 hours of convulsions.]

To choose A or B, that is the question…

No! The heck with questions!

If I pick A, what if Hiratsuka-sensei says yes?!

Plus, if I give the underwear to Hiratsuka Shizuka, what about Mashiro with nothing on under her skirt?!

Thinking it over, Option B still felt safer!

Honestly, though, the embarrassment level of B was way higher than A…

But a true Pervert pushes beyond what ordinary people can do!

Screw it! Nothing scares a Pervert anymore!

Himekoji gritted his teeth and went all in!

With a “rip”, the packaging for the women’s underwear tore apart in his hands. That tiny, lacy black scrap of fabric was squeezed tight in Himekoji’s fist.

Wait… this texture didn’t feel right…

He glanced down instinctively—

Hey? Holy crap!

T-T-This… how is it sheer, lace, kinky style?!

Dang it! Grabbed it too fast earlier! Just snatched a random one! Now I’m in trouble!

Despite his complaints, an image flashed in his mind: Mashiro wearing this kinky underwear…

Hmm… not bad actually?

Ugh! “Not bad” your head!

Himekoji quickly slapped his head, scrambling to banish those sneaky, evil thoughts.

…

Nearby, Hiratsuka-sensei looked utterly bewildered.

What nonsense was this Pervert up to now? Smacking his head with kinky underwear?

But her shock deepened moments later—

Himekoji let out a bellow, radiating a sudden burst of arrogance, flipped the underwear open, and pulled it onto his head.

“Ha! How dare a mere Female Teacher block my way?! You wretch, crawl back to your pitiful crustacean!”

[Ding!]

[Quest Completed!]

The instant the System prompt chimed, Himekoji bolted without a word.

[Sprint Triggered!]

A surge of endless strength flooded his body. His legs moved as if flying.

So exhilarating! Pulled off the stunt and got away!

With the sprint boost, Himekoji flashed past Hiratsuka-sensei’s blockade in a blink.

“What did you call me?! W-Wretch?! Himekoji! Clearly itching for trouble! Willing to write self-reflection essays and scrub sewers your whole life?!”

Hiratsuka Shizuka’s fiery shouts, choked with fury and utter disbelief, chased after him—

“Wowsers… he’s fast!”

This guy’s a potential Olympic sprinter held back by pervy hobbies!

Looks like the roster position for the sports meet in two weeks was found.

…

Underpants on his head, wind whistling past his ears, Himekoji charged straight for Mashiro’s Classroom.

Halfway there, something hit him—

Good grief! The choice was done! Why was he still wearing the underwear?!

Flushing crimson with shame, he ripped the underwear off his head.

Thankfully, the hallway was empty during class time. If anyone saw him like this… life would be over.

Well, if he thought about it… he was probably already beyond saving…

Hadn’t he done more embarrassing things? Barely making it through each day relied solely on shamelessness!

…

Class was still in session. Bold as brass, Himekoji stood at the Classroom door and shouted Mashiro’s name, ignoring the barrage of odd stares.

The teacher at the lectern was stunned speechless—

Nowadays, students flaunted relationships so brazenly?

No regard for authority?!

Just as he prepared to step out and reprimand them, Himekoji had already vanished with Mashiro.

…

Dragging Mashiro into an empty Classroom, Himekoji dug the fresh, slightly head-warmed kinky panty out of his pocket and shoved it at her.

“Nobody saw it… right?”

“Huh?”

Mashiro took the underwear, tilting her head confusedly.

“Nobody… you know… caught a peek…”

Himekoji gestured awkwardly towards her skirt hem with his chin.

“Oh? Do you want to take a peek, Akito?”

Mashiro finally got it.

“No! Definitely not! Thanks but no thanks!”

Was she genuinely clueless or doing it on purpose?

Himekoji didn’t dare engage, just rolled his eyes impatiently.

“Your defense system seriously sucks!”

“You aren’t an enemy I need defense against, Akito.”

“Don’t make excuses! You don’t even draw the line between ally and opponent, do you?”

“Akito is my ally. Opponents…”

“What about opponents?”

Himekoji pressed.

“Nanami?”

Mashiro blinked, answering tentatively.

“Like I said, completely wrong grouping!”

Himekoji shook his head helplessly.

“I really wish you’d put me in the ‘enemy’ camp! Guard against me properly! Or else… I’m scared I might lose control one day! What will you do then?”

“I will listen to Akito.”

“Just listening then would be disastrous!”

If he told her to lie down, she’d lie down. Told her to strip, she’d strip…

Argh! How on earth was he supposed to resist the crime?!

“Wait! Hey! Don’t put them on right in front of me! And the skirt! You don’t need to take it off, do you?!”

While Himekoji was ranting, Mashiro had already started calmly sliding her skirt down…

Heavens! Was he invisible?!

Taught her this countless times! Still like this?!

Himekoji whipped around, facing the wall.

Since the underwear was delivered, time to escape.

“Just put them on and quietly go back to class! Got it?”

“The underwear… so warm…”

Mashiro replied softly.

Warm…

Himekoji nearly tripped hearing that.

Of course it’s warm!

He just wore it! With his head!

Well… his face had been burning hot earlier, so that must be why…

…

Back at his own Classroom, seizing the moment when the teacher faced the blackboard to write, Himekoji slipped inside like a ninja.

He scooted to his desk, sat bolt upright, pretending to listen intently.

Naturally, this act lasted mere moments before he defaulted to propping his head on fists, nodding off into sleep.

After all, Mashiro stayed up the whole night before. Though he finally crashed after 5 AM, squeezing in just two or three hours of sleep wasn’t nearly enough.

He snoozed straight through every period that morning.

Until Hiratsuka-sensei’s class, the last one before lunch—

“Everyone, we have a new transfer student today: Himekoji Akiko.”

……