Chapter 350: Yukinoshita Begins
Chapter 350: Yukinoshita Begins
“Eh? Eh?! Is Himekoji here? Where?”
Yuigahama jumped in surprise upon hearing the female teacher’s words.
The girl frantically whipped her head around, trying to spot him.
“Himekoji is here? Really here? Wasn’t all the talk about peeping just a joke?”
Whether it was drunken rambling or an intentional scare tactic by the female teacher, the girls collectively decided to rather believe it than not, instantly becoming wary.
While scanning their surroundings, they hurriedly covered up their exposed skin.
At that moment, only one person was the exception.
That was Yukinoshita.
Still unable to escape her gloom—no, rather, after Hiratsuka-sensei’s advice, Yukinoshita sank even deeper into melancholy.
“Sensei, are you… are you saying only big-chested people have troubles?”
“Obviously, obviously those with smaller chests are more miserable!”
It began.
The intoxicated Yukinoshita began—
“You don’t understand! You understand nothing at all! Because you haven’t experienced it personally! So you’ll never truly know! When I hear your troubles, they just sound like another form of boasting…”
Yukinoshita had always presented the image of an Ice Queen.
Even during arguments, disputes, or fights, she maintained absolute coolness—no, to some extent, even absolute coldness.
But this Yukinoshita, her one hundred percent rationality, was finally overpowered by emotion after drinking.
They say alcohol is a way to vent, and indeed, it holds true.
Under the silvery moonlight, her flushed cheeks reflected the flood of pent-up emotions.
Everyone present was privileged to witness for the first time tonight—
this was what Yukinoshita was like when emotional…
Should it be called gap moe?
She was kind of cute.
…
“Why do big ones have troubles? If those are the troubles Sensei talks about, they’re troubles enviable enough to make someone’s teeth ache!”
Yukinoshita’s small-chested faction speech started at this very moment.
Perfectly capturing everyone’s attention, rescuing Himekoji from dire straits.
“Bro, thank you for saving my butt!”
The moment the female teacher called his name, Himekoji thought he was doomed.
He never expected Yukinoshita to bail him out just then.
Yukinoshita’s riveting monologue completely took over the stage.
Himekoji seized this chance for a momentary breather.
And Himekoji was born with nerves of steel—simply put, the type to immediately relax the moment danger passed.
Risk of exposure temporarily gone, he instantly grew relaxed. With room to spare, he even found time to enjoy Yukinoshita’s speech while firing off a couple of playful Danmaku—
“Jealousy doesn’t just make teeth sour.”
“It also makes chests small.”
Lucky Yukinoshita couldn’t see these Danmaku, otherwise…
Intoxication-BUFF boosted Yukinoshita seemed to have lost rationality; nothing she might do would be surprising.
…
“So, now, please also listen to our small-chested…” Yukinoshita paused here, instinctively scanning the bathhouse. Her face suddenly stiffened, and she decided to rephrase,
“…mhm, please also listen to the small-chested faction’s troubles!”
All the other women present were detestable opponents; besides her, only Komachi had a small chest. But Komachi was a middle schooler; technically, she shouldn’t be included.
After all, Hikigaya had a large chest; if Komachi developed normally, she should reach that stage too…
So using “our” felt awkward in this setting.
Eh, wait!
Her thoughts racing wildly from the alcohol, Yukinoshita suddenly remembered something—
her own sister also had a large chest!
Then why didn’t she…
The thought was terrifying.
No, stop it!
That wasn’t the point; the point was the venting speech happening here!
Thus, Yukinoshita decided to continue—
“Please seriously listen to the troubles of the small-chested!”
“Because they’re small, we must get used to suppressing our anger when mistaken for still developing.”
“Because they’re small, when buying underwear, the top and bottom can never be the same size. We have to tell the clerk to bring us extra-small. Sometimes even after saying that, she still can’t help.”
“Because they’re small, hearing someone say they like small-chested girls makes you sigh in relief at first, only to immediately feel suspicious.”
“Because they’re small, everyone says you’re lucky not needing a bra, yet tragically, even the smallest chest still requires one…”
“No matter how hard one tries, no matter how much one eats, the flesh just won’t go to the chest!”
“Life forces one to constantly be with ‘killer pads’!”
“Just wanting to see what it looks like to have cleavage, you’ve embarrassingly stood before a mirror, pushing them together really hard… sadly, to no avail.”
“Then learned to draw, wanting to draw cleavage on my own chest… really, what was I thinking?!”
…
Draw cleavage?!
Holy shit!
Yukinoshita actually did that in secret?!
Unimaginable!
Absolutely unimaginable!
But…
You could truly call it a stroke of genius…
Anyway, hearing up to this point, Himekoji almost choked laughing.
Thankfully, he managed to desperately stifle it in the end.
Otherwise, he’d either drown laughing underwater or get caught and beaten after everyone heard the noise.
Of course, Himekoji wasn’t the only one desperately suppressing laughter; everyone present was trying their best.
What choice did they have? Yukinoshita was talking about a super sad topic…
Surely, under such circumstances, laughing was impossible?
Cry! Everyone must cry!
Only that expression suited the mood.
Alas, the comedic feeling was just too strong. Everyone desperately battled laughter, yet couldn’t bring themselves to cry; as a result, each wore strangely twisted expressions…
The moment Yukinoshita’s speech ended, deathly silence filled the room.
Awkward.
Super awkward.
Even breathing felt awkward.
Perhaps, the only way to break this awkwardness now was to change the subject.
The female teacher was the first to think of this.
“Hmm… so, both large and small have their own troubles then. Whether big is better or small is better—I think at this moment we should ask for the opinion of the person most concerned.”
Hiratsuka-sensei paused slightly at this point. In the next moment, her gaze fell upon the water veiled by thick steam,
“Himekoji, what do you think?”
…
Huh?
His name called again!
And this time, specifically as the sacrifice to distract everyone!
Since when does a teacher ask a student whether they prefer big or small chests?
Perverted teacher, I’m filing a complaint!
Ah, no… reporting! Reporting to the police!
And also, didn’t this perverted teacher say she was asking for the opinion of the “person most concerned”?
Then why the hell was she asking him?
What part of “person most concerned” was his business?!
Alright, well, maybe those weren’t the real focus.
The real point was, both times, the female teacher’s gaze had pinpointed his hiding spot…
Was it a coincidence?
Really just a coincidence?
Himekoji suddenly started to panic.
…
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