Chapter 245: Wants to Be a Bride Too

The Female Teacher was knocked down, and the bedsheet flew from her hands into the air.

Nanami reacted swiftly, her small arm darting out to grab the bedsheet tightly and clutch it to her chest.

“I-I caught it…”

Her voice brimmed with smugness, secret delight, and relief.

“Huh?”

Himekoji shot Nanami a puzzled glance.

“It w-would get dirty if it fell on the floor!”

Nanami stammered an explanation, sounding incredibly guilty.

“Oh, right.”

Himekoji nodded, then brushed the matter aside without thinking much of it.

……

Sure enough, this Pervert knew absolutely nothing.

Nanami could only huff silently to herself.

Wasn’t there that belief?

The girl who catches the bouquet the bride throws during a wedding receives a blessing and becomes the next person to get married.

Sure, Hiratsuka-sensei hadn’t tossed this “bouquet” properly, but Nanami didn’t care about such details.

Hmph!

She’d snatched the bouquet. So what?

She…

also wanted to be a bride.

……

Himekoji dragged the Female Teacher onto the bed.

Standing at the bedside with hands on his hips, he studied her for a moment, then suddenly shook his head and muttered:

“She even puts on more makeup when she gets drunk?”

The makeup was noticeably heavier than before.

Himekoji went to the bathroom, grabbed a damp towel, returned to the bedside, and sat down, intending to help the Female Teacher remove her makeup.

He’d heard that sleeping with makeup ruins your skin and speeds up aging.

Seriously, Hiratsuka-sensei was already pushing thirty. If she aged any faster, it would be a disaster!

What if she ended up never getting married?

“When exactly did she put on this extra makeup?”

Himekoji wondered aloud softly as he carefully wiped the Female Teacher’s face with the towel.

He remembered it wasn’t this heavy when they were eating ramen.

“B-before the wedding, of course… It’s the most important day of a woman’s life. Gotta look… gotta look beautiful.”

The dazed Hiratsuka-sensei murmured in her sleep, answering Himekoji’s question at just that moment.

“S-sensei, are you awake?”

Himekoji jumped in surprise and hastily asked again to check.

Luckily, she didn’t speak this time, which would have been super awkward.

“Mmm… ah…”

Just as Himekoji let out a sigh of relief, the Female Teacher suddenly whimpered without warning. She shifted from lying on her back to lying on her side. Her hand flopped down onto Himekoji’s hand, which was still wiping her face.

“Huh? H-hey hey hey? What are you doing, you Perv?!”

One moment of letting her guard down, and this happened!

Nanami threw the bedsheet over a nearby stool, then put her hands on her hips, glaring angrily at Himekoji.

“I-I wasn’t doing anything!”

Himekoji, startled by her sudden shout, answered instinctively.

“Nothing? You were touching her face! How is that nothing?!”

“I was just helping Sensei get her makeup off.”

Considering they’d become allies during the “wedding incident” moments ago, and honestly, Nanami knocking out “Drunk Hiratsuka” had been a huge help, Himekoji patiently explained in a reasonable tone this time.

“Get her makeup off?”

Nanami’s eyes widened in shock at his words.

“Hey! Did you even ask Sensei’s permission?”

“…She’s unconscious because you knocked her out! How am I supposed to get her approval?”

“That just makes you even ruder! Taking it upon yourself to remove a girl’s makeup?!”

“Hah? This is clearly me being considerate!”

He hadn’t expected praise, but rude? This was ridiculous!

Totally absurd! Nanami was spouting absolute nonsense! That last part proved it — utter nonsense!

“Taking it upon yourself to remove a girl’s makeup”… “a girl’s”?

What are you even talking about, Miss Aoyama???

First, let us look together at the definition of the word “girl student.”

According to the dictionary, the so-called “girl student” means—

a young unmarried female student still in her education phase.

So, aside from being “unmarried,” which Hiratsuka-sensei perfectly matches, was there even one other trait of hers that fit a “girl student”?

Drinking, smoking, loving violence—such a Hiratsuka Shizuka shouldn’t even qualify as a “woman”!

……

The moment the word “gentle” left Himekoji’s mouth, Nanami gagged reflexively as if feeling sick.

“Gentle? You’ve probably misunderstood what ‘gentle’ even means!”

“No, clearly you’re the one misunderstanding what a ‘girl student’ means.”

“Take your hand off Sensei’s face right now!”

“Can’t leave her to sleep with her makeup on, can we?”

“Let me do it!”

Nanami rolled up her sleeves, stepped forward, and shoved Himekoji aside with her hip.

……

The next day, the alarm rang right at 6:30.

Himekoji was the first to wake up.

Then, he discovered a shocking thing—he was actually hugging Nanami!

Damn, what happened?!

His mind was a complete mess.

Somehow… he couldn’t even remember how he fell asleep last night!

Startled, he panicked and tried to pull away from the girl. But “THUD!”—flailing around, he slipped and tumbled off the bed.

But—

it didn’t hurt at all, because…

the floor was soft! Complete with a pillow!

Two warm, squishy things pressed against Himekoji’s neck from both sides.

A U-shaped pillow?

Are you dumb? Of course not!

A bad feeling washed over Himekoji as he gulped nervously.

He reached behind his head and gave one a squeeze.

Hmm, familiar feel… no mistake here…

Wait, not “no mistake”—it was a huge mistake!

So weird!

Did Hiratsuka-sensei have a habit of sleeping naked… on the floor?!

Hold on!

He had been hugging Nanami earlier, and now Hiratsuka Shizuka was his cushion. That meant—

The three of them slept in the same room last night?

Crap!

Had to escape before they woke up!

Himekoji made up his mind instantly.

So he scrambled up hurriedly, no hesitation—time to say goodbye to the “U-shaped pillows”!

He bounced back like a spring.

Then, well… then Himekoji’s vision went dark.

Complete blackness surrounded him.

Had he wandered into a strange place?

Right after waking up, the brain can be groggy, which worsens when stimulated. Like Himekoji now—

Where am I?

Who am I?

What should I do?

……

As a regular worker, Nanami’s response to alarms was razor-sharp.

Almost the moment Himekoji hit the floor, she sat up, rubbing her bleary eyes.

Her little feet had just touched the floor when a sudden gust of wind swept over her from the front.

Her uniform skirt billowed up as something plunged right beneath it.

What could it be?

Nanami hadn’t slept well last night and could barely pry her eyelids open.

So, she reached under her skirt to pat it first.

Oh, the shape—probably a head?

No big deal, she thought.

Huh?

Wait—

A head?!

All sleepiness vanished from Nanami instantly.

……