Chapter 300: It’s You! Female Pervert!

“Huh? Uh? Ah?!”

Himekoji didn’t react in time. Pulled by Mashiro’s hand, he was dragged several steps away.

The female teacher watched gleefully. As Mashiro passed by, Hiratsuka Shizuka even winked teasingly, “Please enjoy yourselves~~”

Enjoy your head!

“Teacher, stop joking around! Stop her!”

Facing Himekoji’s glare, the female teacher remained unmoved. Happily, she raised her hand and waved at the two, bidding them farewell.

It wasn’t until Himekoji was dragged out of the classroom that the female teacher straightened her collar and stepped back onto the podium.

“Alright, let’s continue class!”

Hiratsuka-sensei then asked the first question of the lesson.

“Ahem, so… are those two dating? I’m super curious! If anyone knows, please raise your hand and answer!”

“Hey! Didn’t you say this was class?! This question has nothing to do with the lesson!”

Not trusting the female teacher, Himekoji, even though dragged outside, still strained his ears to listen to the commotion inside the classroom. As expected, things unfolded exactly as he feared.

This wasn’t how a teacher should act at all!

He hurriedly poked his head back inside the door and spoke with utmost seriousness, loudly addressing Hiratsuka-sensei, “Teacher, please focus on teaching and stop gossiping…”

“PONG!”

Before Himekoji could finish, the classroom door slammed shut in his face.

Through the window, Himekoji saw the students inside enthusiastically raising their hands, eager to participate in the discussion…

“This… this… what is all this?!”

Himekoji tapped his forehead, utterly exasperated. When he spoke again, his voice was weak.

“This teacher… she’s hopeless…”

…

The place Mashiro took him to was the Art Classroom in a separate building.

The moment Himekoji stepped inside, he was immediately targeted by concentrated stares from the entire class.

The gazes felt almost physical!

Being stared at like that by everyone was so damn awkward…

The only thing worth being thankful for was that the so-called “entire class” currently consisted of just four people.

Toyosaki’s Fine Arts Class had always been small, and lessons were relaxed. Students often went outside during class time to find scenery for sketching.

“It’s Himekoji-kun!”

“And he’s holding hands with Shiina-san!”

“Isn’t he dating Yukinoshita?”

“Playing two girls at once! How infuriating! That’s our senior for you!”

The four students chattered one after another, each completing their assigned task of commentary.

It was only after listening that Himekoji suddenly realized a certain problem—

His hand was still holding Mashiro’s?

He quickly let go, awkwardly.

At the same time, Mashiro, who believed whatever she heard, suddenly tilted her head and stared intently at him.

Then she spoke clearly—

“Akito, you’re playing two girls at once.”

“No I’m not! Don’t just believe everything people say!”

Himekoji retorted, annoyed, trying to clear his name.

“Break up with Yukinoshita.”

Mashiro completely ignored what Himekoji had said. She continued on her own, her face calm and composed like the ruler of a palace, as if this was how it should be.

What?

Break up with Yukinoshita?

“We weren’t even dating in the first place!”

“Other women, you can just play with them. Use them up and then toss them aside.”

Just where had Mashiro learned this nonsense? Himekoji couldn’t be bothered to argue with her and brushed it off casually, “Yeah, yeah, thanks for the advice…”

“After Akito breaks up with her…”

Seeing Mashiro still intent on continuing, Himekoji quickly interrupted, waving his hands.

“Stop! Stop! You should explain first. What exactly did you drag me here for?”

“Art assignment, portrait.”

Mashiro blinked, her expression blank. Her tone was flat as she spoke just two utterly perplexing words.

Art assignment?

Portrait?

“What does that have to do with me? I can’t draw! Huh? Wait, portrait?”

In that instant, Himekoji felt like he had grasped the key point.

Based on the available information, Mashiro’s meaning seemed to be—

“Y-you… you didn’t drag me here to be a model, did you?!”

“Correct.”

It was a mystery how she could always be so calm.

Nodding, Mashiro had already started setting up her easel by the window, her movements super swift and practiced!

“Seriously?”

Himekoji asked for final confirmation. Or perhaps, it was his last struggle.

If possible, he hoped he had misheard…

“Yes.”

Sadly, he hadn’t misheard!

“I refuse!”

Himekoji raised his hand, protesting solemnly.

“I refuse.”

Shockingly, Mashiro did the same, raising her little pale hand alongside him.

But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst was that Mashiro didn’t just imitate his action; she stole his line too!

“What do you mean by your refusal? Rejecting my refusal?”

Isn’t this just playing tongue twisters?

“That’s right.”

Mashiro admitted frankly. Her clear, bright gaze fixed directly on Himekoji, and strangely, Himekoji felt a tiny, invisible pressure from it.

Great; there’s no way to reason with an idiot like Mashiro at all…

Even if Himekoji sneaked away, Mashiro would surely hunt him down in the classroom again, wouldn’t she?

Once Mashiro made up her mind, she stuck to her guns – totally committed.

Because that’s exactly the kind of idiot Mashiro was!

Whether sailing overseas alone, dropping fine art for comics, or even right now… no exceptions.

“Alright, alright, I get it. What do you need?”

Himekoji raised his hands in defeat. Getting it over with was the smartest play with Mashiro.

How long could one drawing take her, anyway?

“Take it off.”

T-take it off?!

Himekoji almost thought he’d misheard, instinctively poking a finger into his ear.

“Take it off.”

Then, resignedly, he heard Mashiro repeat the command. Twice.

She meant it?!

Hold on! What kind of art piece needed the model to undress?

Could it be…?

“♂Body♀ Art?! A nude model?!”

Himekoji shot a glance at the four other students in Classroom. They were staring right at him, eyes sparkling.

Excited? Hungry? Antsy? Thirsty?

Weirdly, those exact words tumbled into his mind.

He shuddered violently and clutched his arms protectively, valuing his virtue dearly!

“I am NOT taking it off! Not even if I’m a pervert! That’s way too much! Unless…”

Unless everyone strips too!

He caught himself just short of blurting it out, swallowing the words unsaid. Thank goodness.

“No.”

“Huh? Are you saying ‘no’ to me being a pervert?”

Himekoji paused, strangely, his eyes suddenly felt a little moist.

A whole year. An entire year! Finally, someone understood him!

Even if that someone…

was an idiot!

“No.”

“Hah?”

Another ‘no’?! So a double negative means positive, right?

“No. Is? No…?”

Mashiro frowned, visibly struggling for words. Head bowed as if tortured trying to phrase things for Himekoji.

Moments later, seeming satisfied, she lifted her face and stared up at him.

“Not a nude painting. It’s you being a pervert.”

Not nude?! Whew! Huge relief!

“Phew—”

Huh?

Hold up! What about the second part?!

Damn, even Mashiro’s calling me a pervert now?!

“Pft!”

Himekoji choked, half-relieved, half ready to spit blood in indignation.

His reaction went through stages, mirrored by the gazes of the other four students in Classroom:

– First, muffled laughs at Mashiro’s dead-serious “you being a pervert.”

– Then, in perfect sync, all shifted to… sympathy? Kindness?

Oh, and honestly? That “kindness” stung. A lot!

So yeah, kindly shove that kindness out the window!

It pierced Himekoji’s tender heart! Deep, sharp pain! Seriously painful!

Ah, well. Silver lining: clothes stayed on. Focus on that.

Despite the soul-crushing ache, Himekoji managed a mental recovery.

“Keep taking it off. Don’t stop.”

Yet, right then, Mashiro suddenly tugged on his jacket grip.

If she weren’t so slight, Himekoji’s momentary lapse might’ve cost him his outer layer right then.

“Hey! What’s the idea? You literally just said it’s not nude art! Why undress?!”

He leaped back in panic, putting space between him and Mashiro, this terrifyingly weird girl.

Wait—who was the real pervert here?!

“If you take it off anyway, it’s best. I want to see.”

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!”

Right after Mashiro spoke…

Himekoji unfortunately noticed—

All four other art students in Classroom were nodding. Together. Smooth and in sync.

He really wished he hadn’t spotted them. Four art students: three girls, one boy.

Hey, you! Guy! What are you nodding for?!

Instead, how about strategizing to get those fellow classmates undressed?

Frustration choked Himekoji. Barely knew them, so naturally, he directed it all at Mashiro. His voice sharpened badly.

“What on earth do you mean ‘best’?! That ‘anyway’ makes zero sense! Might as well tack on ‘give birth to a child’ while you’re at it!”

“Alright. Give birth to a child, anyway.”

Face rarely flushing ever so slightly pink, Mashiro dutifully parroted Himekoji’s words back.

An enormous, metaphorical sweat drop dripped down Himekoji’s head. He nearly slapped himself.

Damn it, Mashiro!

Now she’s even learned how to fake shyness!

What blush!

After living together this long, it’s the first time I’ve seen you shy?

…

“Wow! Kids are already planned! So you really are dating!”

“Two-timing!”

“Should we tell Yukinoshita?”

“Yes! Good idea! You go quick! Call Yukinoshita here! We’ll enjoy the show!”

After whispering among the four onlookers, one of them instantly stood out as the errand runner.

The errand classmate threw down the paintbrush, looking all excited and high♂ with a flushed face, and he dashed out toward the Classroom door.

…

So Himekoji’s face darkened even more.

Though he had no idea how those idiots figured out he was two-timing…

But now was not the time to dwell on that.

Just as the errand kid’s small foot was about to cross the threshold, Himekoji swung his leg up and kicked the door frame, making a “PONG” sound, then he leaned his upper body right against it.

“Door” slam! Super cool!

Threat! Super fierce!

“Don’t joke around! Sit back down and paint properly!”

That girl student seemed scared by Himekoji, and she stayed frozen for a long time until she finally snapped back to reality.

“You, you Pervert!”

Probably getting a sudden scare made her face flush red, she pointed at Himekoji, looking furious, and her voice shook as she spoke,

“D-do not touch me!”

“T-touch you? Wait, what are you saying? Did I hear wrong?!”

Himekoji stared at his hands, which had done nothing, in shock and doubt.

“St-stop! Stop it! Even if you rip off my Underwear, I won’t just give in! Don’t think this two-timing trick worked for her will work on me too!”

That strange girl from the Fine Arts Class had a small face so red it looked like bleeding, her legs tightly pressed together into an unnatural pigeon-toed stance.

Her body was weird, and her words were even weirder!

It was so weird it was unbelievable!

Himekoji had no clue what was happening.

Just what was up with this girl?

He couldn’t get it at all!

Anyway, now was the time to quickly clear his name.

So he hurriedly raised high both hands that had done nothing and said urgently, “No! I didn’t touch her, and I didn’t rip off her Underwear! Everyone, please back me up!”

…

“U-unbelievable Pervert! He can harass her with just his gaze!”

“Huh? You had that feeling too? No wonder when I first saw Himekoji-kun, my mind instantly came up with shameful scenes of him savagely violating me… so… so it wasn’t my problem!”

No, that was definitely your problem!

Himekoji silently complained inside, feeling utterly helpless.

“Sensei! Please teach the ‘Great Gaze Spell’ to your disciple!”

The only male student out of the four art students kicked away his blocked easel without hesitation, then knelt right at Himekoji’s feet with a “thud” in front of everyone.

His face was full of holiness and devotion!

Himekoji was going crazy!

“Man, I don’t remember taking a disciple like you! Apologize properly to your art Sensei!”

“The art Sensei will forgive me.”

“Like hell they’ll forgive it!”

“I don’t want to learn painting anymore, I want to be a Pervert!”

The art student snapped the paintbrush in half, dead set on it!

“Then fine, take off your Underwear right now and put it on your head!”

“Huh? Ahhh… ummm…”

This…

This wasn’t the kind of Pervert he wanted to be!

The art student instantly furrowed his brows and went into deep, long silence.

In his mind, a huge tug-of-war seemed to be happening.

Painting or Pervert?

Pervert or painting?

Someone, please tell him the answer to his life!

…

“Hmph!”

Himekoji gave a light snort, too lazy to deal with that fool who didn’t even have the guts to take the first step.

Pervert, did you think it was that easy?

You had no idea what a Pervert was!

…

“No! Himekoji-kun! Stop, hold it! No! Not there! Don’t use your mouth! That’s dirty! Ahhh… I, I can’t take anymore! Huff huff… so good…”

See, this classmate knew way more than you, now that was a proper Pervert!

The qualified version scared even Himekoji!

Himekoji watched this girl’s self-directed, self-acted high♀ performance, his mind covered in black lines.

When he was being a Pervert himself, it didn’t feel like much, but seeing someone else do it just got creepier and creepier.

With her legs trembling wildly, her body shook and suddenly slumped to the ground like a puddle of soft mud, her moist little lips hanging with shiny drool as she panted big breaths—

“Huff huff… w-well, I can’t help it you see, you troublesome little Pervert… huff ha… now I have to be yours… wimper…”

In-incredible!

Himekoji was stunned by her dazzling act, jaw-dropped in shock!

No good, he had to remember her face well—a Pervert as good as him.

Since he couldn’t mess with her, he could at least hide, right?

Then, just as Himekoji stared hard—

“Huh? W-wait! Aren’t you Hanjo-san? How did you get into the Fine Arts Class?!”

He suddenly recognized who that Pervert girl was…

No, he wished he hadn’t recognized her at all!

“Tehe… tehe, Himekoji, is Hime’s thing still allergic? Huff…”

Ignoring the “how did you get into the Fine Arts Class” question, Hanjo Ayame teased Himekoji right back.

Is Hime’s thing still allergic?

A-allergic…

Some bad memory suddenly woke up inside him!

Oh, NO!

Couldn’t take it!

Himekoji was in a panic, and without a word, he pulled out his phone to call the police!

“I, Himekoji Akito, am here to report seriously! At Toyosaki Academy’s 2nd-year Fine Arts Class, someone is sexually harassing others!”

Plus, it was sexual harassment toward me, a Pervert of all things!

She didn’t even take me seriously!

Himekoji felt provoked!

His dignity as a Pervert was under heavy attack!

“Himekoji? Ah, you said you’re sexually harassing again? I get that you’re confessing out of guilt and regret, but Sensei is teaching class here now, so we’ll talk after class, okay? Or you can just come to the office and hand me a hundred-thousand-word Self-reflection essay later.”

Hiratsuka-sensei finished speaking, cut the call without letting Himekoji explain, and hung up.

“Beep beep beep.”

Well, he’d softened up and instead of dialing the emergency number, he switched at the last second to the female teacher’s.

Hmph, who would’ve thought he, Himekoji Akito, would be sexually harassed and tattle to Sensei one day!

Too bad Sensei didn’t believe it.

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[Ding!]

[“Pervert Charisma” is absolutely awesome today too!]

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