Chapter 64: You Might Not Have Noticed, But I Posted Three New Chapters Today…

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“Editor-San, please set the next week’s Monthly Break aside.”

There it was! The email from that troublesome woman had arrived!

What did this mean? A challenge?

Ah, right! He almost forgot. Next week, after the monthly exam, there was a rare mini monthly break—a two-day weekend! Hooray!

Hmm, getting off track…

Faced with this email of unclear purpose, his first reaction was simply to refuse! Clean and straightforward.

No matter what that woman was plotting, it gave him a strange, scary, and dangerous feeling

“I’ll think about it later,” he typed back concisely. Himekoji Akito nodded, quite satisfied with his deliberately aloof reply.

“Alright, then it’s settled. Next week, as my responsible editor, you will accompany me to Wagou City to gather material for the new work.”

‘It’s settled’? Settled what?

Editors and authors alike! Why do you both love ignoring others’ opinions and deciding things on your own?

“Later, later.” Himekoji intended to stick to his delaying tactic.

But surprisingly, the other side seemed to have already logged off quickly. There was no follow-up after that.

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After playing online games the entire day, Himekoji had spent his rest day fully.

Then came the next part—facing a disastrous Monday…

First thing in the morning, as soon as Himekoji showed up at school, he was, for some reason, being chased down by a large group of vicious looking male classmates.

Yep, chased down!

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“There he is! Right there! Himekoji’s over there!”

“Get him! That shameless pervert!”

“He dared to forcibly kiss Yumiko! How outrageous!”

“Revenge for our Queen!”

“That’s Himekoji! If you’re my brother, go chop him!”

“Chop him! Chop him dead! Sixty levels per slash! Do it and get a Dragon-Slaying Treausre Blade free!”

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Wait, what on earth were they talking about?

He couldn’t understand it at all! He didn’t forcibly kiss Miura! He clearly chose Option B, which was Miura forcibly kissing him!

Himekoji never expected he’d need to use the “100-Meter Sprint” skill card he drew the other day so soon.

“Whoa! How is this jerk running so fast?”

“Split up and block him!”

“After him!”

“Can’t believe it. With so many of us, he still manages to escape?”

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The more Himekoji ran, the more panicked he became. From the school gate to the classroom, no matter where he ran, people were closing in to intercept him.

Granted, he used to be a notorious pervert, but he never reached ‘public enemy’ level before!

Damn! Miura was terrifying! Truly living up to the influence of the school Queen!

Himekoji tried to dash into the classroom. But he found the doorway already blocked early on. He then planned escape to the bathroom. Unexpectedly, the bathroom was packed to the brim.

“Boss, after we catch Himekoji later, could we have a ‘good time’ with him first?”

“Fine! Everyone gets a turn! That guy’s got such fine skin, looks soft… and his butt sticks out so invitingly. I’ve been wanting to try it for ages.”

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Hey! Hold on!

Claiming justice and punishing evil in the name of stopping a pervert, but these guys… they actually had ulterior, scary motives!

Himekoji overheard this horrifying talk. It chilled him to the bone. Fear made his body tighten. Desperate, he dashed into Hiratsuka-sensei’s office.

The teacher’s office, at least, should be safe, right?

He turned and slammed the door shut. The noise outside finally quieted as expected. Leaning back against the door, he let out an exhausted sigh of relief.

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“Oh, if it isn’t the ‘Domineering Pervert’ Himekoji-kun, brave enough to force-kiss the ‘Miura Queen’. Pleased to meet you~”

Hiratsuka-sensei wasn’t surprised to see Himekoji Akito as an uninvited guest. Whenever he caused trouble, he tended to hide in her office. Basically, he sought asylum.

As soon as Hiratsuka-sensei spoke, Himekoji felt a dreadful pang in his heart. Not good!

Damn it, this nonsense even reached the teachers’ ears? Was he going to get a major demerit?

“Sensei, I feel like I’ve been framed,” Himekoji Akito immediately complained bitterly, trying to look pitiful.

“Framed? Come here and see this photo!”

Hiratsuka-sensei pointed sharply with her fingernail at the incriminating picture on her desk—a snapshot of him caught in that seemingly endless kiss with Miura Yumiko.

“Still dare say you didn’t force-kiss?” Hiratsuka-sensei suddenly stood up from her office chair. She walked straight over, clapped Himekoji on the shoulder, and said:

“I respect the guts you have! Truly admirable courage! I can’t say I don’t understand. Isn’t there that saying—true feelings and courtship are just fake. If sexual harassment doesn’t work, force a kiss! At worst you get expelled! No big deal! So go back to the classroom, pack your stuff, and be ready to go home.”

“Huh? Huh?! E… Expelled?!”

Himekoji startled badly. This was too humiliating!

Plus, if his foster parents back home heard he was expelled from school, they’d definitely drag him back! He was only outside studying temporarily to escape them…

“Sensei, hear me out! This one photo proves nothing! I was the one forced! Me! You might not believe it, but Miura kissed me first!”

After hearing this, Hiratsuka-sensei obviously didn’t believe a single word.

“Himekoji-kun, you should only talk in your sleep while actually asleep. That’s the rule of this world, you know?” Hiratsuka-sensei looked at Himekoji with an expression full of sympathy and pity…

Enough! Stop with those ‘sympathy for the fool’ eyes! He was telling the truth!

“No! Lots of people were there! They can prove my innocence!”

“Hm, yes. They were the ones who told us.”

Done for! Frickin’ backstabbed…

Himekoji Akito felt a massive headache coming on.

“So… expelled?” He knew this day might come eventually. But facing it now? Still impossible to accept.

“Of course… just kidding!”

For some reason, Hiratsuka-sensei suddenly decided to act cute in front of Himekoji Akito.

Gesturing like playfully knocking her head and sticking her tongue out? When an older, perpetually single woman did those things… the effect was extremely potent…

Please, Warrior Madam, spare him!

Didn’t anyone tell you that “old-cute” was just stomach-churning?

Respect your personality setting, “Shizu-chan”!

Himekoji hurriedly turned his face away, avoiding looking at her.

Hmm, Hiratsuka-sensei seemed unusually different today.

“So- So… not expelled?” It seemed his brain hadn’t fully recovered from the earlier shocking display of “cuteness”. He stammered.

“Of course not. Sheesh, look at you. Too easily scared!”

Hiratsuka-sensei finally stopped trying be cute. She returned to normal. Maybe she realized she wasn’t cut out for such charades. Thank god she had some self-awareness.

“Since when do teachers scare students like that!”

“They do.”

“Who?”

“Me.”

Himekoji: “…”

“Speaking of packing your things and going home… that part wasn’t a joke. The higher-ups want you both suspended for reflection for a few days. After all, kissing openly on campus is just too… well, you know? And kissing is bad enough, but taking souvenir photos and spreading them? That’s practically rebellion! Flaunting the school rules… Tch, tch.”

Okay, okay. Not expelled! That was a huge relief. Suspension for reflection back home? Himekoji had no problems with that, treating it as a holiday.

“Hey, wait… um, ‘you both’?” Himekoji snapped back to focus. Something suddenly didn’t seem right.

“Yeah, you and Miura. Together.”