Chapter 20: Riding Yukinoshita!

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Such an exciting, passionate speech, yet there was neither applause nor cheers.

Only a soft and timid—gulp.

If you listened carefully, you could tell it was the sound of someone swallowing nervously by accident.

After Himekoji Akito finished his speech, the classroom fell into a brief, deathly silence. You could hear a pin drop.

It even felt like the temperature dropped. It was April, but behind Yukinoshita, he could see the illusion of a snowstorm…

“Do you wish to die socially?”

Under everyone’s gaze, Yukinoshita spoke coldly. Her voice was steady, yet it gave the illusion that terrifying black flames were wrapped around her.

Wait… maybe it wasn’t an illusion?

Anyway, it didn’t matter. Since he’d declared war, Himekoji Akito wouldn’t back down—

“What kind of death is that?”

Himekoji pursed his lips, lifted his head, and looked down on Yukinoshita.

He tried hard to keep up his passionate act. But, he seemed to forget that the word “passionate” is often paired with “sacrifice”—like passion leading to death.

A real man faces sacrifice with passion—why grieve?

“What kind of death?” Yukinoshita laughed cruelly. Then, she crisply explained, “Irreversible brain death. No response to stimuli. No voluntary breathing. No reflexes. Pupils dilated and fixed. No reaction to light. The brain waves flatline.”

“T-That’s murder! S-So scary! Yukinoshita’s so scary…”

Yuigahama was too easily scared! This was nothing! She hadn’t even glimpsed a fraction of Yukinoshita’s terror.

Himekoji felt only contempt for the brainless girl who had a big chest but a small heart.

Still, why were his own legs shaking uncontrollably?

Brothers, stop shaking! Give me, your big bro, some face!

No matter what, a man couldn’t chicken out at a time like this.

He was already riding the tiger and couldn’t get off.

Huh? Wait—“riding the tiger”? That’s a good one! Comparing Yukinoshita to a tiger, and me riding her…

No, no! Stop that! Thinking such weird stuff now would truly make him a pervert!

“So, Pervert-kun Himekoji, do you wish to perish like this?”

Yukinoshita pressed him further.

“Riding Yukinoshita.”

Damn! He got nervous and accidentally mumbled what was in his mind!

“N-No! I meant the phrase—‘riding the tiger’!”

Himekoji hurried to correct himself.

But then—

“Hmm, is this the police station? Private Toyonoshi Academy. There’s a habitual offender here, suspected of ♂sexual harassment.”

Huh? Why was Yukinoshita already calling the police? Wasn’t that too fast? And why was she so expert at filing a report?!

“I-It’s… fake, right?”

Himekoji pointed weakly at the girl’s phone. Young and naive—even now, he held on to a tiny, unrealistic shred of hope for Yukinoshita’s mercy.

“It’s real.”

Yukinoshita flashed a beautiful, ice-cold smile and turned her phone screen toward him confidently—

“110 calling…”

Ah, Japan’s emergency number was the same as the one back home—110. By the way, Germany and Iran used it too.

Right now, Himekoji’s mind was filled with these irrelevant thoughts.

So, he was focusing on the wrong stuff!

“You have five minutes to beg me for a private settlement.”

Yukinoshita pretended to glance at her watch, her tone cold and dignified.

Beg? Settle? Get lost!

Himekoji Akito would never yield!

“Why should I?”

“Because you’re a pervert.” Yukinoshita seemed displeased and added, “Besides being a fetishist who stole my indoor shoes, you’re also a stalker, aren’t you? You started stalking since kindergarten?”

“Stalking who?”

“O-Of course… me.” Saying this, Yukinoshita’s pretty face seemed to flush for just an instant, like a fleeting flower. But when you looked again, it was gone—only her usual calm, cool expression remained.

“Wait, why would a fetishist and stalker both target you? Isn’t that based on liking you?” Himekoji was startled.

“Isn’t it?”

“Of course not!”

“If you hadn’t stalked me since kindergarten, how would you know about my…” Yukinoshita paused suddenly. She quickly turned her face away, hiding her expression for a second. It seemed she was thinking of the right words.

“About… my secret.”

Yukinoshita’s secret? Since kindergarten?

Himekoji felt utterly confused. What on earth was she talking about?

Then his eyes fell on her politely humble, modest chest…

He got it!

Oh! So your secret is that your chest size has remained small since kindergarten, unwavering for over ten years?

You worried way too much about that! You didn’t need to stalk her since kindergarten to know it! You could tell instantly by her current size!

After all, no one’s chest shrinks over time!

It’s not like she’s a balloon losing air…

“Hmm, three minutes have passed. You have two minutes left. If you can’t convince me to let you go, prepare to report to the police station instead. You can practically call it your second home anyway.”

Yukinoshita made the declaration herself—setting two possible endings for him:

Bad End and Bad End.

But Himekoji Akito would never give in to a Bad End!

He stepped before Yukinoshita, took a deep breath, then put on his most passionate look.

He looked deeply into her eyes… or so it seemed!

Himekoji grinned wildly and carelessly—

“Riding Yukinoshita!”

He roared it out, then sprinted away.

He didn’t want to go to the police station, and he wouldn’t please Yukinoshita either. So he steeled himself—Himekoji Akito had fled the scene!

He was quick and nimble—before anyone could react, Himekoji was already out of sight.

Damn! That was crazy exciting!

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Crunch crunch crunch—Frosting sounds could almost be heard coming from the Classroom behind. Cold air seeped through the wall, catching up to Himekoji’s fleeing heels. That made him run even faster.

“Riding Yukinoshita!”

Inside the corridor of the Special Building, a Pervert dashed along, shouting these bizarre cries that echoed endlessly.

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In the club room.

Yukinoshita’s face was frighteningly pale, like snow beneath snow, radiating bone-chilling cold.

“Himekoji…”

The name squeezed through her gritted teeth—barely a whisper.

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Tell me… If you’re on this girl’s mind, you wouldn’t survive, right?

Seriously.