Chapter 259: Unseen
Chapter 259: Unseen
“Ahem!”
“Ahem… Are you two just going to keep hugging or what?”
Officer Nakamura stepped forward, shaking his head with a helpless grin as he interrupted them.
Tactless? Maybe. But someone had to do it.
Otherwise, judging by their pace, these lovebirds might’ve clung to each other till sunset.
Unbelievable! Was the police team ever going to be dismissed?
Ah, youth…
“Did you hear that?”
Yukinoshita tried pushing Himekoji away.
Wrapped only in a blanket, her hand landed right on his bare chest.
Firm and warm—nothing like her own skinny “bony beauty” physique.
Yukinoshita’s face instantly darkened.
…
“I’m not deaf. Just temporarily blind,” Himekoji muttered irritably at her ear.
Of course he’d heard. But he couldn’t let go.
Not until the little guy downstairs agreed to settle down.
Otherwise, he’d be exposed—stark naked and stiff against a high school girl?
Downright perverted…
And the police were right there.
At the word “blind,” Yukinoshita seemed to soften. Her pushing hands suddenly went limp.
…
“Before that, Officer… could you find me some pants?” Himekoji turned toward the voice’s direction, “looking” at Officer Nakamura with a pained smile.
“Huh? You?”
Officer Nakamura jumped back, startled after seeing Himekoji’s face.
This “Himekoji” was that “Himekoji”?
Both were the same person!
Chiba’s Pervert… and Kyoto’s Hero…
“Me?” Himekoji blinked his sightless eyes, confused.
“Don’t recognize me? I was only transferred from Chiba recently! Perverts forget fast, is that it? Makes me furious!”
Perverts forget fast?
Pervert?
Wait—
His secret identity was blown?
Had twenty centimeters given it away?
No!
Himekoji scrambled to fix this.
An idea struck him.
One arm still holding Yukinoshita slid lower—silently lifting the edge of her skirt. Then he tucked his “weapon” underneath.
After all, a gentleman hides his weapon up the skirt, biding his time.
Himekoji aimed to be a gentleman too!
[Ding!]
[Actively perverted! Well done!]
[Verbal commendation!]
Huh?
The System had interpreted his “gentlemanly act” completely wrong.
Himekoji fumed. “I wasn’t trying to be perverted!”
“And whose fault is it that I had to do this anyway?!”
A verbal commendation?
Ugh!
…
“You… still as pervy as always, aren’t you?”
Her inner thigh got ambushed—hard as iron, hot as fire.
Yukinoshita’s cheeks flushed crimson, red like bleeding.
Luckily Himekoji couldn’t see this rare shyness. Or she’d claw his eyes out in rage.
“Please! It’s a martial arts emergency… I owe you one.”
Himekoji’s pleading had a reason.
He finally recognized the slightly familiar voice:
Officer Nakamura…
Such rotten luck!
Blame the world for being too small.
Speaking of Officer Nakamura…
Well. That’s a long tale.
Back when he worked in Chiba, Officer Nakamura was basically Himekoji’s nemesis.
He’d arrested Himekoji dozens of times for outrageous pervy acts…
The worst was blowing up the school bathroom “by accident”—landing him in jail for days.
Enduring brutal “labor reform” and “ideological training”… even “unofficial punishments.”
When Officer Nakamura transferred away, Himekoji thought he’d escaped for good.
Never imagined meeting him again in Kyoto.
Cruel twist of fate.
No way I can let him catch me in the act of being a pervert again this time!
…
“Hey now, why are you looking so guarded around me? I’m not here to arrest you this time.”
Officer Nakamura chuckled at how intensely Himekoji was on guard against him.
After a brief pause, he reached out and patted Himekoji’s shoulder.
“It’s such a relief to see you’re all right.”
“Huh?”
The script felt strangely off this time.
Himekoji couldn’t figure this out immediately.
He remembered Officer Nakamura’s words were always intended for the victims Himekoji had perverted on.
But now, he was the one being concerned about.
“He’s not fine.”
Yukinoshita spoke while being carried by Himekoji as a shield to block others’ sight.
“Please call an ambulance quickly. He got blinded by the blast, yet insisted on acting tough and messing around right here.”
“Hey! You were the one messing around first!”
Had Yukinoshita not hugged him without asking, his little brother wouldn’t be making trouble now, and he wouldn’t have to hide it so anxiously.
“B-blind? You lost your sight?”
Hearing this, Officer Nakamura’s brows instantly furrowed. His gaze turned serious, fixed on Himekoji’s face.
Indeed, those calm pupils lacked any focus.
That explained why it felt strange earlier…
…
“Blind?”
“How could that be?”
Sudden silence replaced the festive joy at the scene when the news spread.
Blinded…
But it made sense. Surviving an explosion without any harm? That wasn’t plausible.
Life wasn’t a TV drama.
But if blindness was the price of becoming a hero, what a steep price it was.
He was just a high school student…
Life was so long ahead of him.
So he must feel deeply lost, right?
He must be terribly sad?
People turned to Himekoji, yet all they saw was his serene smile, as if losing his sight meant nothing to him.
Their feelings instantly became tangled. They knew not what to say.
Really now…
He really stayed strong.
So remarkably strong it tugged at their hearts.
…
Luckily Himekoji didn’t know how others perceived him, or he would feel utterly bewildered.
Blind? So what?
It was just three days – nothing serious at all!
…
“Onii-chan, it’s true? You really can’t see?” Akiko’s voice trembled. “Now you see nothing? Can’t even see Akiko…?”
She had charged forward intending to knock that shameless woman clinging to her Onii-chan flying. But just as she steeled herself to unleash her “Justice Charge,” the shocking news reached her ears. Her momentum evaporated instantly, the charging skill abruptly interrupted.
Her legs weakened, stumbling her several steps.
Her face upturned to Himekoji, her Onii-chan, disbelief painted across her features as she asked.
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