Chapter 6: That Strange Boy Who Tried to Bribe with Stockings
Chapter 6: That Strange Boy Who Tried to Bribe with Stockings
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If I saw correctly, at that moment, veins were bulging on Teacher Hiratsuka Shizuka’s forehead.
“This is the first time I’ve encountered someone trying to bribe me with stockings. Heh…”
The female teacher perfectly acted out what it meant to smile without warmth. Her laugh, like the thin, cold gleam of sunlight upon snow in the frozen lands, was icy.
“It’s not a bribe! It’s a marriage proposal gift!”
At this point, Himekoji Akito had no choice but to dig his heels in. “If only you were ten years younger, Teacher… I would have married you for sure.”
Arms crossed, the female teacher narrowed her eyes. She actually listened patiently this time, letting Himekoji Akito finish his entire spiel before speaking unhurriedly –
“You finished?”
[Quest Completed, Reward: 10 2D Points.]
“Ah, I’m done.”
Himekoji nodded his head tragically. Before the last word was out, a gust of wind struck him in the face.
It was a fist’s wind.
“I warned you, didn’t I? Age is a taboo topic for women!”
The rage of an “old maiden”!
Utilizing the hand speed honed through twenty-seven years of singlehood, her punch at this moment seemed fast enough to penetrate the air!
The Iron Fist of Justice, delivered by the unmarried older woman, had finally come to punish this pervert. It was inevitable, really.
A single punch sent Himekoji Akito flying in an arc.
So, as mentioned before, Teacher Hiratsuka Shizuka’s specialty? Mixed martial arts.
Himekoji Akito flew spectacularly – high, far, and impossibly fast. Beyond actual impact, much of this was pure theatrics. The moment he hit the ground, he expertly rolled his eyes back, stuck his tongue out, and played dead, sprawling splayed-limbed on the floor.
Why am I so disturbingly skilled at playing dead?!
Sometimes, Himekoji felt genuine pity for himself.
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Teacher Hiratsuka stepped forward coldly, looking down upon Himekoji Akito’s “corpse”. As if contemplating for a moment, she suddenly crouched and snatched the stockings directly from Himekoji’s hand.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Since when do you know looting corpses?! Too professional! Those are my genuine Italian imports!
“To prevent you from secretly hiding in the toilet, wrapping these stockings around your right hand, and committing perverted acts… confiscation!”
Teacher Hiratsuka declared righteously, flawlessly.
Wait! What idiot said flawless? Flaws right here! Right hand?! My right hand!
Seriously, why are you so certain I use my right? Let me tell you the truth, lady! I use my LEFT!
Hmph! Gotcha there!
Himekoji felt an inexplicable wave of smugness.
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Anyway, the stockings ended up being “accepted” by Teacher Hiratsuka in the end.
Seems that despite being verbally fierce and lacking feminine charm, the Teacher’s actions tell the real story.
While still playing dead, Himekoji couldn’t help but snicker internally.
This outcome simply proved another point: items given as quest rewards by the System, whether limited-edition stockings or spicy pearl-massage lacy lingerie… as long as it’s given to a woman, refusal is impossible!
“After you get back… 20,000 character self-reflection essay. Bring it to my office after school.”
Holy crap! It jumped to 20,000?! Teacher! This is way more than my usual quota!
Suddenly, the memory of that baffling phrase the System had uttered earlier flashed back:
[Your wish has been received.]
Right… what exactly did I wish for back then?
Oh, yeah. Something about… not wanting to write 10,000 characters self-reflection essays anymore…
Heh… Heh… Heh…
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[Option Triggered —]
[Choose!]
A: Write a 20,000 character self-reflection essay
B: Add this book to my collection, write a snarky review, slap it with Recommendation Votes
[Upon completion, reward: One standard template for a 20,000 character self-reflection essay.]