Chapter 418: Exactly How Long Have You Been Peeping?!

Because there was going to be a marathon for both boys and girls at the end of the month, for practice, the physical education classes over the past two weeks hadn’t been split into separate groups for males and females anymore.

Originally, during PE class for boys, the girls would be scheduled for music class instead.

And vice versa.

…

PE class required changing into uniforms first.

Himekoji Riku was quick and efficient, darting towards the locker room first.

He wanted to switch the male and female nameplates on the locker room doors back to normal before anyone else arrived.

Though, Himekoji didn’t actually think anyone would walk into the wrong locker room just because the plates were swapped…

They weren’t freshmen anymore. Having been at Toyosaki for over a year, any student who mistook the locker room because of a nameplate must be incredibly careless, right?

Besides, this way he could get in position early to listen for any sounds from the neighboring room.

After putting up those embarrassing poster pictures, it was mortifying, but expecting Himekoji not to care at all? Impossible!

That was just asking way too much.

“Alright, done!”

Fortunately, it seemed nothing had gone wrong.

Quickly switching the nameplates back, a relieved Himekoji walked into the boys’ locker room.

However, just after he thought nothing had gone wrong… trouble popped up immediately.

There was actually someone inside the locker room!

Someone even faster than Himekoji who had run all the way here!

Not only faster than Himekoji!

But they also had paler skin than him, a bigger chest than him, thinner legs than him, and a curvier butt than him!

Well, obviously…

Because the other person currently inside the boys’ locker room… was a girl!

A girl who was nearly nude, already stripped down to her underwear!

Miura Yumiko…

“What are you doing here?!”

They spoke simultaneously, perfectly in sync.

The exact same lines. They both paused momentarily at the coincidence. Then, remembering something, both urgently tried to speak again only to accidentally overlap once more.

“This is the girls’ locker room, right!”

“This is the boys’ locker room, right!”

Only one word different…

Hearing this, Himekoji finally understood.

Ah, so that’s it—

So there really was someone at Toyosaki, after over a year, who mixed up the locker rooms because of a nameplate!

This Miura before him was clearly such a ditz…

“No! It’s the girls’ locker room!”

Even if she was a ditz, she was a ditz with a formidable presence.

Miura placed a hand on her hip, stuck one leg out, and glared impatiently at Himekoji who had intruded into the locker room.

Even in only her underwear, exposing large areas of pale skin, the girl still looked dazzlingly perfect and composed. She always had an intense presence just staring at someone, and now with furrowed eyebrows, her menacing aura surged out with the unique force of the Queen of Fire.

“Ah, well…”

He wanted to tell her the truth—

That this really, truly, was the boys’ locker room.

But the words stuck in his throat. He hesitated, genuinely too embarrassed.

Because on thinking it over carefully, Himekoji realized it probably was his fault that Miura ended up in the wrong place…

Sure, Miura being dumb, clueless, and absent-minded was part of it too…

But if it came down to assigning blame, Himekoji figured he had to shoulder at least fifty percent of the responsibility.

Thinking this, he couldn’t help but feel guilty.

Of course, this guilt wasn’t because he was afraid of Miura!

Even though she did look really fierce… and really busty…

In this situation, he couldn’t help thinking again about the other Queen, the Ice Queen, opposite to this Queen of Fire.

Surely, if it were Yukinoshita in this situation, she would be a lot more meek, right?

A Yukinoshita stripped down definitely wouldn’t dare talk loudly like Miura was now.

After all, it’s only those generously endowed who can confront things so confidently and boastfully.

Those less blessed usually wisely keep their mouths shut, don’t they?

With his mind entirely occupied struggling with these questions about fierceness and figure, Himekoji’s gaze involuntarily lingered on the girl’s impressively prominent bust line.

“What are you looking at?!”

He got caught!

No, staring that blatantly, it’d be weirder if he wasn’t spotted!

“Nothing! I’m not looking at anything!”

Only an idiot would confess something like that under these circumstances.

Himekoji wasn’t an idiot, so naturally, he wouldn’t do such a dumb thing.

“What do you think… is this red underwear suitable? Does it match my body shape and skin tone?”

“Huh? Isn’t that underwear of yours yellow?”

Turns out Miura wasn’t just a ditzy person who walked into the wrong locker room – she was also colorblind and couldn’t tell red from yellow!

How could someone be this stupid?

You’ve got to be kidding me…

Himekoji inwardly cursed with amusement.

“And you said you weren’t looking?!”

Hearing this, Miura only grew more outraged. Eyebrows raised, eyes wide, she stormed several steps forward, grabbed Himekoji, and pinned him against the rows of lockers. Her expression was stormy.

“If you didn’t look, how did you know I was wearing yellow?!”

“Huh?!”

Only belatedly did Himekoji realize—he seemed to have been tricked…

My god! Miura wasn’t as dumb as he thought!

“I… I really didn’t look! Gul-ulp…”

Pressed this close, he could really feel the sheer… magnitude and difficulty of grasping the… situation right there on the girl’s chest.

Oh right, he couldn’t help thinking about Yukinoshita again at this point.

If Miura’s assets were tough to get a handle on… then Yukinoshita’s were tricky to manage.

Yep, perfect comparison!

“Didn’t look? Huh. If you didn’t see my underwear color, you must have guessed it?!”

Miura couldn’t believe Himekoji was still stubbornly lying even now. Shameless!

“Guessed it? Right, right! I guessed it!”

“Hah?”

Miura was practically livid with rage now. The Queen snorted disdainfully.

“R-really! You have to believe me! I can even guess what color you wore yesterday! Yesterday – embroidered pure white! And the day before! Yes, the day before, it was the lacy, push-up, anti-gravity style, light purple one! And the day before that…”

At first, Miura didn’t believe Himekoji’s “guesses.”

But listening on, she realized something wasn’t right. The Queen’s complexion shifted from crimson to purple, and finally to a furious mix of both, embarrassed and enraged.

“Enough! Shut up! You pervert! Exactly how long have you been peeping at me?!”

“Huh? Peeping? No, I’m not, I haven’t…”

Only now did Himekoji realize, awkwardly, that he seemed to have made things worse instead of clearing them up…

“You peeping tom! Pervert! Breaking into the girls’ locker room! That trashy, Heart-shaped Bento player who sent out a hundred boxes! Get lost! Get lost now! If you don’t get out, I’ll scream!”

“B-but, I…”

Himekoji wanted to say: you’re holding me down with a Kabedon – even if I wanted to get lost, I couldn’t.

But Miura displayed zero patience to hear him out.

Himekoji had barely begun speaking when Miura was already opening her mouth to shout—

“Someone! Anyone! There’s a pervert here!”

Her shout just so happened to coincide with, and echo, various “Ooh”s suddenly erupting from the adjacent girls’ locker room—

“Ooh, it’s really here!”

“Ooh, mine too!”

“Ooh, how handsome! Even though he’s just a pervert!”

“Ooh, how can someone have such a good body?! That’s unfair!”

“Ooh, my legs feel weak just looking!”

…

At that moment, Miura’s shouting for help seemed to genuinely work.

The group of boys, led by Hayama, conveniently appeared right at the entrance to the boys’ locker room.

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