Chapter 422: Finally, Himekoji Could Restrain Himself No Longer

Himekoji pushed the door open, pulled out his gun, raised his head, took aim, and was all set to spray around freely—

“Ahhh!!!”

A sudden, high-pitched scream slammed the bullet right back into the barrel, stopping him mid-action.

Who the heck?

That thought popped into his head first.

Himekoji immediately looked towards where the sound was coming from…

Wait!

The sound came from directly in front of him?

That meant…

Exactly!

He’d been so laser-focused on his urgently pressing bathroom issue that he’d only noticed a tad late—

This restroom stall was already occupied!

And by a woman, no less!

A woman half-sliding her skirt down, legs pinched shut, sitting shyly yet angrily on the toilet!

Hey, now…

Wasn’t this the Men’s Restroom?

Didn’t he enter properly?

Maybe he should just exit and try again?

A tangle of frantic thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.

“Hey! How long are you going to point that hideous thing of yours at me? You pervert!”

“Huh? S-sorry!”

Only when pointed out did Himekoji realize his awkward predicament.

His little buddy was shamelessly aiming its nozzle right at her forehead…

Automatic aim lock?

Definitely some aim-bot cheating here, man!

“Eek!!! Why is it wobbling around?!?!”

Just as Himekoji flushed crimson, scrambling to zip his little gunner back into his pants—

[Ding!]

[Pleasure Enhancement activated!]

He suddenly heard such a voice.

Seriously, the System should just sleep when it’s sleeping!

Can’t it behave properly?!

“N-no! It’s not like I want to!”

Frustration was written all over Himekoji’s face.

It wasn’t that he refused to holster his weapon.

After the Pleasure Enhancement kicked in, the recoil was just too darn strong — he couldn’t hold it steady!

Gun control was a tricky thing to manage.

Honestly, his struggle stemmed from another big reason—

A whole bunch of tempting, completable tasks were flooding Himekoji’s mind!

This also meant he got distracted, couldn’t focus on controlling things down below.

Lose concentration, movements go wonky, and the gun barrel just wobbled around wildly…

[Spray all over Miura! (Acceptable)(+10)]

[Feed Miura a bullet stream! (Acceptable)(+20)]

…

Oh, so it was Miura?

He’d been too panicked earlier to notice properly. Now, with the System’s notification as his shock, Himekoji suddenly realized the woman trespassing in the Men’s Restroom was none other than Queen herself, who he’d tangled with in the locker room not long ago.

Haven’t you been showing up a little too often lately?

Himekoji scanned over the available tasks in his mind while thinking this.

But wow, the rewards for these quests were seriously tempting!

Just compare—

Himekoji made so many Bentos today, his arms nearly fell off from all that work since morning, and he hadn’t earned a single point of reward yet.

Then look at these right here.

Just grab his rifle, unleash a full-automatic stream, and instantly earn ten to twenty times more points than those lousy bento quests…

That’s practically a cheat!

[Of course it feels good!]

[Accept?]

“Like hell I will!”

Seeing the System try to seduce him like this, Himekoji couldn’t take it. He cursed it fiercely in his heart.

“Only a true Pervert would do stuff like that! Am I really that kind of person?”

Sure, he used to play the Pervert back then, but he had to choose it.

Right now, he actually had a choice – do it or not do it! So of course he’d pick being a respectable guy!

Don’t underestimate a former pervert’s determination to turn over a new leaf!

“Ermm… hey, System? Don’t you have any other quests? Something a little less… pervy?”

The very next second, Himekoji was already plastering on a shameless smile, rubbing his hands together, haggling with the System.

[No! Get lost!]

[Do you think life hands you freebies? Want rewards without being a Pervert?]

“I could accept a little tiny tiny pervy one! Those previous suggestions were just too over the top!”

[The Pervert’s path is like sailing against the current; fail to advance, and you’ll fall behind!]

[Get lost!]

[You’ve already lost the true heart of a champion!]

“I… damn your grandpa!”

What kind of champion’s heart even is that?!

Bah!

Himekoji felt so awkward it hurt.

After the System fell asleep, the assignment and follow-up of tasks were all handed over to the subsystem.

Himekoji actually preferred to think of it as the System’s “second personality,” the so-called “beast personality” that had been dealing with Himekoji before the real System woke up.

Indeed, the difference between these two personalities was just like the difference between a human and a dog!

…

“Enough! Honestly! How much longer are you going to act like a pervert here?!”

While Himekoji was bickering with the System, Miura Queen had reached her limit and finally couldn’t bear it anymore!

Seeing Himekoji struggling so much to hold the gun, the Queen made a snap decision to take matters into her own hands.

Can’t hold the gun, huh?

Then I’ll help you hold it!

Without thinking, she reached out roughly and tried to shove Himekoji’s big sniper rifle back into his pants.

Luckily, Himekoji noticed it quickly and turned his back to avoid that deadly blow.

That was close, that was close; this chapter almost got banned…

A gentleman’s tool must never be touched by others!

“And you’re saying I’m a pervert? Saying I’m acting like a pervert? You’re the pervert! You’re a rascal! Female pervert! Female rascal!”

Himekoji was mad!

What if this clueless Miura caused the chapter to get banned?

Then his entire chapter’s pay would be all ruined, wouldn’t it?

“Who are you calling a pervert? Who’s a rascal?”

Hearing that, the Queen was instantly unhappy and stared at Himekoji to argue.

“Of course it’s you! Who else? If you weren’t a pervert or a rascal, could a girl sneak into the Men’s Restroom? Shame on you for sitting here like you own the place.”

Himekoji shot back.

“I… I… you…”

That hit Miura Yumiko’s weak spot right away.

Coming to the Men’s Restroom was indeed a stain she couldn’t explain…

But, but she had a problem she couldn’t talk about…

She just couldn’t hold it anymore!

“Hmph, what now? Nothing to say?”

Once again on top against Miura, Himekoji turned his back to the girl and couldn’t help but smile happily.

This Fire Queen was far from the Ice Queen!

Except in the chest area.

Actually, the difference in chest size was even bigger, but the advantage wasn’t on her side.

…

After a good while, Miura seemed to finally calm down.

“You spied on girls using the restroom.”

She pulled out her phone and said word by word.

“Tch, you think I wanted to see? It’s all because you snuck into the Men’s Restroom!”

“Well fine, we’ll stick to our own stories. Do you think, if we tell this to others, they’d believe you or me?”

“Huh?”

Hearing that, Himekoji suddenly felt a thump in his heart, and a bad feeling rushed up.

Believe a pervert with a long record and a terrible reputation, or believe a top popular normie… who is very respected by both boys and girls?

The right answer to that easy question—did it even need to be said?

“Click!”

Himekoji next heard that sound coming from behind him.

“Evidence, get.”

The Queen, with her sense back, took control again.

“I took a picture of your name tag on the indoor shoes’ heel, and my skirt. Whether this restroom is Men’s or Women’s, who knows?”

Oh no!

The heel of his indoor shoes did have an identity name tag!

Miura wasn’t wrong at all.

If that photo got out, the only one pushed into trouble would be him!

Though such things might not seem strange to other students, and it wasn’t the first or second time for Himekoji, if it reached the school, it was different—they’d already given him several big warnings and were just waiting for him to mess up again!

This time, with the photo as real proof, he’d get kicked out!

Too shameful!

“I won’t show this photo to anyone. As a deal, you can’t tell anyone about meeting me here today. Oh, and also from the changing room! Got it?”

“Deal!”

Was this what being forced felt like?

Himekoji shut his eyes in shame, then spoke in a brave voice.

“Go on? Aren’t there other conditions?”

“Huh?”

“Like, wanting me to come to your place tonight or something.”

Himekoji knew all this; he’d seen it in movies.

He knew how to play along; thinking that if he was made to give in, it was better to bring it up himself first.

At least that meant having some say.

Then he could get a better spot when they argued.

First, he had to make it clear to Miura: for SM stuff, he said no.

Even though Miura looked like an S kind of person.

But sadly, he had no interest in being an M.

“Besides what I just said, the only condition is—hurry up and get out of here!”

Miura didn’t want to deal with Himekoji’s jokes even a bit.

Because, after Himekoji’s interruption, she’d held it in for so long!

She was… almost done for!

The white, soft skin on her upper legs was shaking nonstop.

“Yes, ma’am!”

Himekoji gave a fake-happy salute to the stall door, then slipped away quickly.

“W-wait! Wait!”

Before he could take a single step, Miura suddenly pulled him back.

Plus, because the restroom floor was slippery and Himekoji had lifted one foot off the ground, losing his balance, Miura’s tug made him stagger backward.

He landed squarely in Miura’s arms.

The back of his head rested against Miura’s chest, his bottom on her lap, and his gaze settled perfectly on her delicate neck flushed deep red and her finely shaped chin.

“Wh-What are you doing?!”

The girl’s unexpected move left Himekoji stunned instead.

Was she trying to start some sort of restroom romance?

Please stop, I already have someone I like!

“Shh! Be quiet!”

Miura pressed her hand over Himekoji’s mouth.

“Someone’s coming in!”

Well…

So they were!

Himekoji listened carefully – sure enough, weren’t those guys who’d finished warming up coming to empty their bladders?

Footsteps approached from a distance.

Miura’s ears were sharp…

Himekoji hadn’t even noticed.

“But… isn’t this position a bit… awkward…?”

Himekoji lowered his voice, trying to talk to Miura, hoping the Queen would release her grip so he could stand.

“Don’t. Move!”

The moment Himekoji tried to get up, Miura immediately snapped.

“Huh? Wh-Why?”

Could Miura actually want to have a restroom romance with him?

“If you move… It… it might come out…”

Her expression was tight and fierce, yet her voice was strangely soft and trembling, like drops of water – this complicated Miura was rare.

“O-okay! I get it!”

If anyone witnessed that happening, knowing the Queen’s personality, she’d definitely silence them permanently!

Himekoji had to get serious. Trembling, he lay back against Miura, not daring to budge.

Strands of the girl’s hair brushed against the side of Himekoji’s face; the faint, sweet scent of shampoo teasing his nose.

Seriously, why did it smell so good even in a restroom?!

That’s crazy!

And it tickled too!

That small lock of long hair tickled his cheek again and again.

Himekoji didn’t even dare reach out to brush it aside.

Because he could tell – Miura was really struggling to hold it in!

He couldn’t move!

He could see sweat beading on Miura’s forehead.

She was drenched all over, trembling slightly – all signs that Miura’s endurance was at its absolute limit.

“You can do it, Miura! The warm-up just finished, the laps will start soon! The guys won’t have much time! Just hold on a little longer! A little bit more is all you need!”

Himekoji cheered her on silently.

As if to prove his words true—

“Tobe, hurry up! Sensei is already lining everyone up!”

“Ah, coming, coming!”

…

The boys’ messy footsteps gradually faded away.

Miura must have noticed. The tension holding her vanished as she finally relaxed…

And with it, a mysterious sphincter muscle relaxed too…

“Ahh…”

Miura finally couldn’t hold back – a long sound escaped her, a mix of shame and relief.

Her face flushed and hot, she hung her head wearily and exhaustedly. That face, stripped of its usual pride and harshness, felt unexpectedly soft and gentle, surprisingly beautiful.

Seeing Miura like this, an indescribable feeling surged through Himekoji, quickly overpowering his entire mind.

This urge?

This urge!

No!

Himekoji fought desperately to control himself.

“Y-You saw? Heard?”

Compared to how long Himekoji had just held back, Miura, who’d been enduring for ages, now had nothing left to contain.

Her voice trembled, scorched like something thrown into a raging fire, radiating a deeply dangerous energy.

Perhaps that proud, untouchable Queen had returned.

“I’ll kill you!”

What started as a light drizzle – no, with how long she’d held it, it was a downpour!

It had been so loud, and Himekoji was right there in her lap – he must have heard everything!

She had to silence him!

As Miura clenched her fist and aimed a punch at Himekoji’s chest, he suddenly surged up, escaping her hold, and instead wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“Huh?! Wh-What are you doing?!”

Caught in the sudden embrace, Miura froze completely.

She’d never been hugged before, not like this, so tightly.

Her tightly clenched fist instantly went limp against Himekoji’s warm, firm chest.

“I-I’m sorry! You made me remember something! Something I’ve been holding back for a very, very long time! And now… I can’t hold back any longer!”

“Huh? Wha?! Wait! Not now! Not here!”

Her heart raced wildly.

Miura had never imagined the confession she longed for would come so quickly.

But the setting was terrible!

“No, I have to say it! Now, right away, immediately! Because… because… because I can’t hold back anymore! I can’t! There’s just no way!”

Faced with Himekoji’s blazingly direct words, even the Queen was overcome with unbearable shyness. The crown was shed, the scepter dropped; she was just an ordinary girl, nestling meekly into his arms.

“I never knew… that you also liked–”

In this moment, Miura even felt a bit grateful for this restroom accident.

How lucky!

That the person who found her in here… was Himekoji.

Yet, before she could finish pouring out her own deep feelings…

Himekoji impatiently swept Miura right off the toilet seat and plunked her aside—

“My bladder’s about to explode! You distracted me so much I nearly forgot I also came here to pee! Damn it!”

Finally, without someone just idly blocking it, Himekoji was able to free himself.

He urgently took aim—

“Ohhh… finally…”

“Huh?! WHAAAAT?!”

Miura was left standing there in stunned disbelief, only snapping back to reality after a moment.

So Himekoji’s unbearable impulse… the thing he couldn’t hold back anymore…

Was… just peeing?!

“I should’ve known! Just die!”

Enraged, the Queen stomped out a kick, nearly sending Himekoji tumbling headfirst into the toilet bowl.

“Oww… That hurts! Hey! What was that for? Are you crazy?”

“Crazy?! I’ll kick you again! Kick you to death!”

The Queen was furious! It felt like her girlish heart had been cruelly mocked!

“Stop kicking! Or I’ll fight back!”

“Fight back? Go ahead! Just try it!”

Of course, Himekoji didn’t actually fight back in the end.

He doesn’t hit women…

That was the polite reason.

The truth was, as he raised his leg to return the kick, he suddenly remembered his own weapon wasn’t stowed away yet. So, reluctantly, he gave up.

He carefully put everything away and zipped up.

Time to get out. Retreat!

He knew when he was outmatched.

…