Chapter 240: Birds of a Feather
Chapter 240: Birds of a Feather
Eriri, sitting nearby, stared in disbelief…
She stayed stunned for a long while, unable to accept such a huge difference.
How could this be?!
Eriri looked at Yuigahama, then down at herself. She suddenly shot a glance at her laptop keyboard, secretly puffing out her small chest to compare…
After a long time, she finally gave up in defeat.
Impossible! Can’t be! It’s all fake!
How could huge boobs press down on a laptop keyboard?!
Are you telling stories?! Totally unscientific!
Be honest—you stuffed basketballs under your clothes, didn’t you?!
You did stuff basketballs under there, right?!
Eek!
You milk cow fiend!
…
Filled with resentment…
Eriri couldn’t stop gritting her teeth, making a scary grinding sound.
…
“Gonna die! Gonna die! Move! Move! Position! Dodge! Use a potion!”
Nothing she tried worked. Yuigahama pulled her hands away from the keyboard in frustration. In desperation, she got an idea and unleashed next-level micro skills transcending her era—voice commands!
Then…
Well, the screen just turned black and white.
Himekoji face-palmed, unable to watch any longer, and finally helped Yuigahama slide the laptop forward a bit.
Thanks to Himekoji’s timely move, the keyboard was at last freed from carrying those heavy “burdens.”
Without the keyboard supporting them, the large breasts slapped safely onto the table with a light “thump.”
Lost in the game, Yuigahama didn’t even notice this change.
“Huh? I can move! I can move! I-I think I got the hang of the game!”
Thinking she had unlocked some supreme secret, Yuigahama joyfully announced her discovery to Himekoji.
“Heh…hehe…congrats…”
Himekoji couldn’t tell whether to laugh or cry.
“Ah…”
Bad news—the laugh made his little hime hurt!
…
Was it raining in Chiba City?
Come to think of it, since that last “Hime-Umbrella Shared Sensation Event,” it seemed like Rikka rarely used her umbrella—whether on rainy days or during her chuuni moments…Wait, chuuni?
Come to mention it…he hadn’t seen Rikka acting all chuuni much lately, either.
The last time he saw her, Rikka wasn’t even wearing her eye patch anymore, was she?
The way she was then…she looked just like a normal high school girl.
…
Lost in thought, Himekoji’s mind drifted far away…until Eriri suddenly screamed, snapping him back to reality.
“Oh no! I heard Sensei is doing dorm checks! I’m outta here!”
The girl spoke hastily, stood up, grabbed her laptop and sketches, and dashed toward the residential area.
Her twin tails swayed wildly in the air.
“Hey, run slower or you’ll trip,” Himekoji shook his head, unable to resist reminding her.
“No time! And don’t jinx me! I wouldn’t ever—”
“THUMP!”
Hearing his words, Eriri spun back dramatically to glare at him.
But that dazzling turn made her forget to check her footing—and disaster struck instantly.
Her feet tangled together, and she took a bad fall, face-planting onto the ground.
Sketches scattered everywhere.
“…trip…ever…”
The twin tails finished her line stubbornly.
“If your lower body’s weak, don’t set conditions like that…”
Himekoji felt phantom pain just watching. He rushed over and pulled Eriri up immediately.
Her laptop stayed safe in her arms…but it seemed to jab her chest during the fall.
Rubbing her tiny breasts in pain, she got to her feet.
This was one downside of small breasts—less cushion to soften the blow.
…
As soon as Twin Tails left, Yuigahama (with her signature bun hairstyle) hurried away too.
“Um… I think they started checking dorms on my side too! Gotta go!”
“Oh, alright.”
Do they keep girls under closer watch?
Things seemed way more lax in the guys’ section.
…
“Sensei’s checking rooms!”
“Hurry! Hide the mahjong tiles!”
“Wait, where’s Mihara? Can someone call him?”
Hayama scanned the room and spoke up.
“His phone’s busy…”
Totsuka said worriedly, phone in hand.
“Uh… his phone’s right here.”
Kaito, spotting it first, pointed at Himekoji’s bed.
…
The lobby was suddenly empty except for Himekoji.
Should he go back now?
That thought popped into his head but was quickly dismissed.
Himekoji didn’t feel like returning early to the room, which had already turned into a mahjong den.
So, he plopped loudly back onto the sofa and resumed grinding his online game.
He had just gotten comfortable when an uninvited guest barged into the hall.
Yukinoshita Yukino strode in confidently right then.
She must have already taken a bath; her hair was tied up.
This casual look was rare for her.
Yukinoshita walked right past Himekoji as if he were invisible, marching straight into the souvenir shop on the right side of the lobby.
The girl fixed a seriously intense stare on one particular shelf.
Whatever product earned that look must be something impressive, Himekoji thought idly to himself.
Yukinoshita touched her chin, thought for a moment, then reached out like she’d finally made a decision.
Suddenly, though, she seemed to notice her surroundings.
Her eyes met his.
Directly locking onto Himekoji’s gaze, which had been watching her from afar.
Yukinoshita instantly yanked her hand back and walked out of the shop nonchalantly, retracing her steps.
This is just how things always go with her…
Himekoji almost rolled his eyes and shook his head.
He was about to look away when he realized Yukinoshita had changed direction—
She was striding right toward him.
She stopped before Himekoji, who was still seated, and crossed her arms, looking down at him.
“Running into you at this hour, what a coincidence,” she said.
“That’s my line…”
Did she come all this way just to say that?
It completely threw Himekoji off.
Besides, why was she always so… superior?
“Are you also doing a punishment game?” Himekoji tried seizing the initiative in the conversation.
“Also?” Yukinoshita frowned slightly, catching the word but not dwelling on it.
“Isn’t that something only losers have to do?”
She stood proudly.
Hinting she was always the winner in such games.
“Then why roam around here at this hour?”
“…Sigh,” she exhaled, sounding annoyed.
“…My classmates suddenly turned the conversation on me. Honestly, why the fixation on that sort of gossip?”
That sort?
What sort?
He was very curious, but asking felt dangerous—it’d probably make her mad. Better stick to something harmless.
“Ah, well, isn’t it proof someone’s popular? Isn’t that good?”
“Tch. As if this doesn’t concern you. Besides, it only started because someone carelessly brought you up…”
Yukinoshita spoke too fast. Catching herself midway, she clamped her mouth shut.
“Brought me up? What’s that about?”
“N-nothing at all,” she said, rubbing her temples irritably. She closed her eyes briefly, then changed the subject.
“Anyway, why are you here so late? Don’t the classes have roll calls about now?”
“Yeah. It’s quiet, so I was relaxing for a bit. I’ll head back soon.”
“Do as you like. I’m leaving.”
After that blunt remark, she turned and walked off without hesitation.
Himekoji watched her disappear around the corner and stretched lazily.
He was about to leave when he spotted Hiratsuka-sensei sneaking around suspiciously.
What is it today? Eriri, Yuigahama, Yukinoshita, and now Sensei?
…
The female teacher wore a huge coat. Why sunglasses at midnight?
As Himekoji noticed Hiratsuka-sensei, she clearly saw him too.
“Wh-why are you here?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you, Sensei? Where’re you heading so late?”
“That… um… Don’t tell anyone, okay?” Hiratsuka-sensei fidgeted, suddenly looking strangely coy—enough to make even Himekoji blush slightly. Seeing her so flustered, the nickname “Shizu-chan” popped into his mind.
But her next words instantly ruined the mood—
“Mhmm… I’m… actually going to eat ramen…”
“……”
Yeah, definitely not “Shizu-chan” material. Himekoji went speechless.
“Wanna come?”
For some reason, she picked now to invite him to join her mischief.
Was she trying to buy his silence?
“Nah… too late for that. But don’t worry, Sensei! I swear I won’t tell!” Himekoji declared solemnly.
“No way. No trusting a pervert.”
Huh?!
Holy—! Prejudice!
Pure prejudice!
Himekoji was wounded.
…Truthfully, the female teacher worried for nothing. Himekoji couldn’t tell anyone about this—he literally had no one to tell.
“Hey,” she suddenly took off her sunglasses and winked. “Forgot our promise?”
“Promise? Don’t think so…” Himekoji played dumb.
“Ignoring your teacher’s words? This generation is hopeless.”
“Isn’t it your fault?! The deal was to eat after I graduate!”
“Oh? Still playing forgetful? Seems you remember just fine!” Sensei grinned and grabbed Himekoji’s arm.
“Whatever, it’s our School Trip. Pretty sure teachers and students get a free pass on nights like this.”
Is that even a thing?
Skeptical, but he didn’t resist this time.
…
He might as well use the ramen trip to ask about her wish at the “Love Fortune Stone” earlier.
Sensei’s wish…
Wonder what it could be?
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