Chapter 5: Gift the Stockings and Propose to Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei!

After a long while, Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei seemed to have finally decided something. “Huh…” she let out a sigh mixed with thick smoke.

“Alright, we’ll do it this way. Come see me after school this afternoon.”

The female teacher said dismissively to him.

“Huh?”

What exactly was ‘do it this way’? He really didn’t want to write a ten-thousand-wor self-reflection essay again, hey!

Himekoji Akito complained grumblingly to himself.

[I have indeed received your wish.]

Suddenly startled, a neutral, computer-synthesized, emotionless, and mechanical icy voice echoed again in his mind.

His wish? Wait, he hadn’t made any wish!

[Please choose!]

No, stop! This time it’s the teacher! He would be expelled, no, beaten to death♂!

Himekoji Akito’s face instantly turned a shadowy purplish-brown.

[A: Take out a pair of stockings from your right pocket and gift them to Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei, and propose to her—”If you were ten years younger, I would definitely marry you.”]

[B: Take out a pair of “hot pearl massage lace trim underwe” from your left pocket and gift it to Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei, and make a wish to her—”I wish you could become my slave.”]

[Quest Completed for A option, reward: 10 2D Points.]

[Quest Completed for B option, reward: 20 2D Points.]

Hehe…hehe…hehe…

Himekoji Akito showed a hopeless, broken-like smile. His pupils were dark and lifeless, completely losing the energy and shine a boy his age should have.

After seeing these two options, he didn’t know where to start complaining.

“If you were ten years younger, I would definitely marry you.”

Was this really a proposal? This was just asking to get punched!

The hidden meaning— “Ah, teacher, you’re already too old now, totally unmarriable.”

Was this what it meant? Yup, that had to be it!

As for the B option, it was even more ridiculous! If choosing A meant getting beaten to death by Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei, choosing B definitely meant getting beaten to death♂ and whipped a hundred times after…

Oh, wait, did he actually have these things in his pants pockets?

Himekoji suddenly felt curious and slipped his hands into his left and right pockets.

The next moment, the texture his fingertips touched—

Damn it, it really felt silky smooth and satiny soft!

The adjectives braced in the options unconsciously came to his mind: open crotch, showing hair, extremely tempting.

The next moment, the hot image of Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei wearing these stockings and that underwe had already flown into his mind…

He shook his head eagerly to drive away this adult-only fantasy. Himekoji Akito hypocritically cursed himself as perverted and then shamelessly pretended to be upright.

“Himekoji, what are you dawdling for? Get back to class, hurry up!”

As she put out her cigarette in an almost full ashtray, Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei frowned tightly and glared at him impatiently.

[Please choose!]

Himekoji Akito had a splitting headache, and the perverse choice options felt like a curse tightening around him.

Speaking of which, facing that kind of curse, even the mighty Sun Wukong could only roll on the ground in pain. So, as just an ordinary guy named Himekoji Akito, giving in to this pressure was only natural, right?

Right!

Like he was searching for comfort or an excuse to justify himself, Himekoji Akito tightly pressed his lips together.

His hand that was in his right pocket trembled as it reached out.

Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei clearly saw what her student had in his hand and widened her eyes in disbelief. But before she could react, Himekoji Akito blurted out loudly.

“These stockings come directly from Italy, the center of international fashion, authentic leftover goods. Made from high-quality core-spun yarn, they’re super-thin and see-through, soft and smooth to the touch. They’re cool, comfortable, soft, breathable, and fit perfectly when worn. Toes have extra strength, and once on, they show everything transparently. Plus, there’s a cotton gusset for hygiene and health.”

Himekoji Akito, like he had nothing left to lose, rambled on—

“By the way, this one doesn’t need underwe to be worn with it; it’s the type that replaces them.”

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[Trigger option—]

[Please choose!]

[A: Put on the stockings]

[B: Collect this book plus smash recommendation votes]

[After completion, reward: a “hot pearl massage lace trim underwe.”]