Chapter 242: Nanami, Get Me and Hiratsuka-sensei a Room

“Go on, do your best, lad!”

After dropping them off, the taxi driver turned around and winked at Himekoji.

This made the latter break out in cold sweat.

“Th-thanks…”

Awkwardly responding, Himekoji dragged the completely drunk female teacher out of the car.

He lifted his leg to head into the hotel but froze when he saw the strangely familiar hotel name.

Aquarium?

This… wasn’t this the same place he stayed with Kasumigaoka?

No no, how could it be the same one? Last time, the inn they stayed at was back in Wagou City.

But whether it was the front layout or the interior décor, it was clearly the exact same style!

In other words, this Love Hotel was actually a nationwide chain?

Suddenly, the memory of his embarrassing and messy struggle “fighting the flood” that night popped into his head. He shivered and quickly turned away.

Staying at a Love Hotel with a female teacher? That was absolutely ridiculous!

Change hotels! Change immediately!

Otherwise, what should he do if Hiratsuka-sensei woke up tomorrow and firmly accused him of doing something to her?

He wouldn’t be able to explain it at all!

Wouldn’t he have no choice but to become a responsible man and marry her?

No way!

He was still young! He hadn’t even graduated high school! He absolutely couldn’t get trapped in the grave of marriage so early!

Fortunately, there seemed to be a much more proper business hotel on the other end of the street.

Himekoji struggled, dragging the female teacher across the empty, late-night street.

“L-let me down!”

But after just two steps, Hiratsuka-sensei, being dragged by Himekoji, complained unhappily,

“I… hic! … I can walk by myself!”

Himekoji ignored her.

This female teacher was clearly out of her mind, throwing a drunken fit.

“Put me down? Put me down? I’ll tell the teacher if you don’t!”

Hiratsuka Shizuka started wildly flailing her arms and legs, spouting nonsense nonstop.

This made Himekoji even more certain she’d completely lost her mind.

Tell the teacher?

You are the teacher, idiot!

“Quiet down!”

The female teacher was almost as tall as Himekoji. Plus, after being single for so many years, she was surprisingly strong. Dragging her was really hard work.

Getting increasingly annoyed dealing with her, and not thinking much, he raised his arm and gave her a swat.

Thwack! It felt… satisfying.

But, uh… wasn’t that her bum?

Snapping back to reality, Himekoji hastily pulled back his straying hand.

“Ow!”

However, the struck female teacher wasn’t about to let it go.

Without a word, she launched a counterattack, opening her mouth and biting down hard on Himekoji’s wrist.

“Yowch! Are you a dog?”

Himekoji yelped in pain. The drunken female teacher seized the moment to wrench free from his grip.

“I-I can walk…”

Hiratsuka Shizuka wobbled, took two steps, and nearly fell flat.

“Teacher, be careful!”

Himekoji sighed helplessly and rushed to support her.

“D-don’t touch me! I’ll do it myself! Y-you… you go lead the way!”

The drunken teacher, perhaps realizing she couldn’t stay upright on her feet, hiccuped, bent over, took off her high heels, and gripped them. Swinging them around, she ordered Himekoji around.

“Got it, got it… Hey, stop kicking me!”

Hiratsuka-sensei, walking barefoot, was still swaying, but at least she wasn’t falling anymore. Relieved, Himekoji walked ahead to “lead the way” for the female teacher.

But they hadn’t gone two steps before the female teacher went crazy again—

She suddenly rushed up and kicked Himekoji right in the butt.

“Walk straight! Walk straight! Can’t you even walk properly? You’re making the path crooked!”

“What the heck? What’s your problem? I told you not to kick me!”

Himekoji rubbed his backside, turned around irritably, and glared at the now completely wild “Drunk Hiratsuka” who bore no resemblance to her usual self.

“Who told you not to walk straight? I’ll kick you! Kick you!”

Once drunk, the female teacher’s neck was even tilted…

Seriously, the one not walking straight was obviously you!

“Idiot!”

Luckily, her drunken state meant she’d lost any knack for using force. Those kicks to Himekoji’s butt were pointless, completely painless. Gritting his teeth, Himekoji decided to just endure it.

He let her keep kicking him.

As he endured the pain, shaking his head, a thought crossed his mind—

“Wow, I’m actually really gentle.”

…

One kick, two kicks, three kicks…

Himekoji was magnanimous and didn’t argue back.

Instead, it was Hiratsuka Shizuka who got herself into trouble. Kicking him so much, the recoiling force punished her.

Himekoji’s butt had decent bounce, and the drunken female teacher was unsteady on her feet to begin with. On the fifth kick, she stumbled violently and landed flat on her rear.

“Waaah! So cold!”

Well, of course it was cold! Who told you to wear a skirt?

After her skirt flared out when she fell, wasn’t she basically sitting right on the ground with only that thin layer of lace underwear?

Himekoji stood silently watching the female teacher’s spectacular performance—

Hmm… a masterclass in cringeworthy behaviour…

“Freezing! Freezing to death! Help me up right now!”

Until the female teacher started shouting relentlessly, Himekoji finally moved.

He strode forward a few steps.

“Beg me.”

Himekoji looked down at her and spoke domineeringly.

What he thought in his heart was—

Damn it, I can’t let those kicks you just gave me go unreturned.

“P-please…”

Holy crap, Himekoji thought drunken Hiratsuka-sensei was surprisingly easy to bully…

She actually played along.

Totally different from her usual self!

“Call me sensei!”

Himekoji suddenly wanted to seize this rare chance to experience a role reversal.

“Sen… sensei?”

Sitting drunkenly on the floor, the female teacher tilted her head and simply went along with it.

“Hmm, good…”

Himekoji nodded, satisfied, only then reaching out to help Hiratsuka-sensei up.

“It’s… it’s gone!”

The moment she stood, the female teacher suddenly clutched her butt and screamed.

“What now?”

“My butt fell off! Pick it up for me! I’m freezing cold!”

Fell off?

Was her IQ negative after getting drunk?

Give the normal Hiratsuka-sensei back already! This feels like dealing with a kid.

“Alright, alright, lady, cut it out, will you?”

Himekoji rolled his eyes, exasperated.

“Really, really! Listen—when I fell down earlier, my butt broke off!”

The female teacher insisted with utmost seriousness, as if it were a genuine thing.

“Got it, got it.”

Himekoji had no choice but to pantomime patting her butt.

“Okay, it’s picked up and reattached. Happy? Now let’s hurry up and leave!”

…

In the end—

Himekoji himself had no idea how he managed to drag this drunkard both coaxing and dragging into the hotel.

Half-supporting the female teacher, he reached the front desk. After pulling his wallet from his pocket, he looked up and locked eyes with the receptionist.

“Huh?”

Himekoji froze.

Then, he blinked hard, unable to believe what he saw, as if terrified he might be mistaken.

But he wasn’t!

The person before him was undeniably someone he knew well—

The working warrior, Aoyama Nanami!

“Nanami? What’re you doing here?”

“I should be asking you that! Student Himekoji, why are you here? And… with a drunk woman no less?!”

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