Chapter 244: How Can This Be?
Chapter 244: How Can This Be?
The spare key card was gripped in Nanami’s hand, held so tightly that her fingertips turned white from the pressure.
Nanami’s hand was shaking.
Why?
She seemed scared.
After opening this door, what would she do? What could she do? What should she do?
She had no idea.
No way to know.
But it was better than doing nothing.
No mistake!
So, finally making up her mind—
With a “click,” Nanami pushed the door open.
“Huh?”
Then, Nanami was stunned right away,
“T-teacher? What are you doing here? Wait… wait, what are you all doing?!”
……
What were they doing?
Himekoji wanted to know too!
……
Right now, the scene in the room was like this—
Hiratsuka Shizuka had the curtain draped over her head like a veil, and she was holding Himekoji’s arm; both of them stood at the edge of the bed.
The drunken Female Teacher giggled, clutching a wadded-up sheet; as “Quiet Drunk” put it, this sheet was the most important bouquet of flowers, symbolizing happiness and sweetness at weddings in her mind.
Damn it, where on earth did a sheet look like flowers?
Himekoji felt silent inside; it was so embarrassing it might kill him!
But because of the options, he had to grit his teeth and play along.
Anyway, the shame couldn’t be put into just a few words.
……
“Oh, you finally came back? I was just looking for you.”
At the sound of Nanami’s voice, the first to react and start talking was actually the drunk Hiratsuka-sensei.
While speaking, the Female Teacher kept waving at Nanami, who just stood there looking confused.
“Me? Looking for me? Looking… for me for what?”
Surely, you two booked a room and now want to drag me into it?!
A threesome?
I’d never have thought you were that kind of Hiratsuka-sensei!
Nanami was so scared she wanted to turn right around.
Everything happening in front of her was way too hard to imagine.
Her head couldn’t wrap around it! It felt stuffed with ten thousand question marks—
Why was it Hiratsuka-sensei who booked the room with Himekoji?
After booking the room, what on earth were they up to?
Not doing their thing?
What about the precious moments of love that should be worth so much?
Or maybe… have they already done it?
That was way too fast! It didn’t even take a moment!
Her gaze unconsciously swept over to Himekoji, then down to the mattress beneath his feet…
That… didn’t look like the aftermath of anything intense?
There were no crumpled tissues on the floor, and definitely no weird, wet little raincoats.
Nanami patted her chest in relief.
…
“What are you just standing there for? Come here.”
Seeing her frozen in the doorway, the tipsy Female Teacher called out again.
“Huh? Come over? Me?”
Nanami pointed at herself, disbelief in her voice.
Could it really be… a threesome?!
This was way too sudden! No! She wasn’t ready!
Wait, that wasn’t even the point – even if she was ready, it was absolutely out of the question!
Hold on… ready…
Pah! What was she even thinking?! How could she possibly prepare for something so absurd?!
That premise didn’t even hold water! A big argument raged inside Nanami’s mind, while the Female Teacher, growing impatient, pushed again,
“You there! Get back here and continue presiding over our wedding! The officiant vanishing half-way through – is that any way to act?!”
“Wedding? Officiant? Me?”
Looking at the “curtain veil” atop the Female Teacher’s head and the “bed sheet bouquet” clutched in her hands, Nanami finally seemed to grasp a little something…
Her mouth twisted as she stiffly shuffled closer.
Then, the moment she neared the Female Teacher, the pungent scent of alcohol hit her nostrils.
She wrinkled her nose without thinking.
Suddenly reminded of something, Nanami’s face flushed bright red.
Um…
She’d gotten drunk once too, and afterward… she’s been with Himekoji…
Ugh, alcohol really was the worst! So perverted!
It had turned the usually proper Hiratsuka-sensei into this… this bizarre sight!
…
“Are you two playing house? Wedding?”
Talking to a drunk person was clearly futile. Nanami directed her question at Himekoji, even though she really didn’t want to speak to that Pervert right now.
“Not both of us. Just her, alone and wasted!”
Himekoji corrected her with utmost seriousness.
“Doesn’t look that way to me.”
“You won’t be saying that soon.”
…
Himekoji was right.
Because, not long after, Nanami got roped in.
Unsurprisingly, she became part of the “house-playing” crew…
As a student, she just couldn’t hold out against the Female Teacher’s drunken pleas and antics.
…
Still… why did she have to be the one to officiate Himekoji’s wedding, for crying out loud?!
Even if it was make-believe.
“No… Next, both bride and groom, please hold each other’s hands very tightly…”
Huh?! What?! They actually held hands?!
You Pervert, don’t push it!
We’re just humoring the drunk teacher! Do you have to be this into it?!
“So… so your hearts may be clo… closely connected!”
Their bodies—their bodies were touching?!
Get a grip already!
Each forced sentence made Nanami tremble with fresh fury. She gripped the Teacup, her makeshift microphone, so tightly everyone worried the cheap glass might shatter in her hand any second.
Out of the three, only the profoundly drunk Hiratsuka-sensei was fully immersed in the “wedding’s” solemn mood.
She handed the “marriage certificate” to Nanami, signaling for her to read it aloud. Nanami took it, glanced down, and instantly got a massive headache.
“‘Student girl, female teacher, 24-hour room service ♂♀…'”
Seriously?! Using a shady calling card as a marriage certificate?!
…
“Come on, hurry up! Finish it so we can end this!” Himekoji urged impatiently with his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Nanami forced herself to continue calmly.
“Certificate bearers: Hiratsuka Shizuka, Himekoji Akito. The marriage… application…”
“The marriage… application…”
“The m-marriage… application…”
Her voice choked as if suddenly strangled. Try as she might, she couldn’t force out the next words.
Even though she knew it was fake. Even though she knew saying it meant nothing. Even though she knew…
No. Actually, Nanami knew very well why she couldn’t say that sentence. No matter what.
“Hey! What’s the hold-up?”
“Wha… what hold-up?”
“Just read it!”
“You really wanna hear it that badly?”
“No! Just hurry up and finish!”
He just wanted this farce over so he could sleep. Really.
“Disqualified! This officiant is totally disqualified! Zero points!”
Miss Female Teacher clicked her tongue discontentedly.
“Annoying… so annoying!”
The moment she finished speaking—
Without any warning, Nanami gritted her teeth and suddenly leaped up.
She delivered a swift chop to the back of Hiratsuka-sensei’s neck.
Thump!
The Female Teacher was knocked flat by the furious Nanami…
At that exact moment—
[Ding!]
[Quest Completed!]
[Congratulations on your reward: Basic Acting Skills.]
Huh?
What the heck?
This actually worked?
Himekoji Tadashi stared dumbfounded.
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