The Heroines Want to Confess.

Chapter 141: Nothing Happened

Next to the infirmary bed.

Fujiwara Chika, who had just swallowed a pill, tilted her head and looked at Sakurai Saki.

"Help me wipe~"

Chika: ｡ﾟ(₌இᆽஇ₌)ﾟ｡

"Wipe what?" Sakurai Saki feigned ignorance.

A boy wiping a girl's sweat? Especially when the girl is sick—wouldn't that basically be a crime?

"Wipe the sweat! You... idiot, you dummy~" Chika mumbled.

If it were a masochist who enjoyed being abused, he would probably be so happy right now he'd jump on the spot.

But unfortunately, Sakurai Saki wasn't like that.

"One must handle their own matters. Only then can you be called an adult." Sakurai the Great Sage.

Chika: (,,¬`‸´¬,,)

Chika pouted, reluctantly accepting the towel he handed her.

Then, she slipped it under her gym shirt, starting to wipe from her slender waist. Her shirt hem was pulled up slightly by her hand, revealing a cute navel, with a few shimmering drops of sweat inside, and a patch of snow-white skin that was hard to look away from.

Feeling the clothes were a bit in the way, Chika bit the hem of her shirt with her mouth.

After wiping her fair belly clean, Chika then reached her hand to unfasten the clasp of her bra behind her back.

A few seconds later——

"Help me take this off."

She swept her hair to one side, then turned around, exposing her slender, graceful back to him, with drops of sweat still rolling down.

At the end of May, the weather was far from cool, and there was no air conditioning on here.

"Take what off?"

"The clasp."

Sakurai Saki got on the bed and helped her unhook the bra.

The structure of a bra wasn't complicated; he didn't take much time.

Chika placed the bra aside, then turned to face him, her right hand grabbing towel.

Sakurai Saki suppressed his lust, turning his face away.

There was a very pleasant scent on her body. Even though she'd sweated a bit earlier, it was still irresistibly alluring.

"Help me~"

Chika spoke while placing the towel into Sakurai Saki's hand. Her body temperature was quite high—probably due to the cold.

Sakurai Saki lowered his head and took the towel, trying not to look at her.

"Haa~"

Chika covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold back...

Sakurai Saki pulled her hand away...

...

Inside the gym.

Shirogane Miyuki glanced at Toyosaki Saburo beside him, "Toyosaki, don't you think pudding is really tasty? It should be considered one of the classic desserts."

"Shirogane, is something wrong with your head? You're suddenly talking about this right before a match?"

"Yesterday I tried making pudding at home. The cost was very low, but the taste really wasn't as good as store-bought." Shirogane recalled the expression his little sister made when eating the pudding.

"Well, fine, you're working hard." Toyosaki knew his family background was modest. The two of them had been rivals for a time last year, and back then Toyosaki Saburo had even used quite a few dirty tricks.

Shirogane suddenly glanced around, then whispered, "Don't you think the shape of pudding... really resembles that?"

"Which one?" Toyosaki Saburo said, and his mind immediately drifted into that pinkish-purple H realm.

"The feeling when touching it... it must be really soft."

"Exactly. Puyo puyo, right?" Toyosaki nodded.

"In shounen manga, isn't this common? That trope where the Heroine presses her boobs onto the protagonist. I was thinking, maybe I could try using pudding instead."

"The boobs of a Heroine, huh... probably even softer than that? And they could mold into all kinds of shapes in your hand."

"Hmm, yeah, pudding might not cut it."

Toyosaki Saburo nodded in agreement.

This weird conversation ended as more and more people gathered inside the volleyball gym, mainly because there were quite a few girls.

"Weren't you texting Sakurai earlier? Tell that guy not to be late."

"Sakurai's very punctual, I doubt he'd flake. Besides, he's just escorting Secretary Fujiwara to the infirmary—it shouldn't take much time."

"What's that guy even doing right now?"

Toyosaki Saburo was pretty curious about it too.

...

"This part should be wiped too, right?" Sakurai Saki said gently.

Chika wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Sounds good~ If it's Saki-kun then..."

...

By the Seaside.

A fisherman was kneading a bait ball in his hand. Under his practiced hands, the bait turned into a small pink sphere.

"Beautiful weather today."

The salty tang of the sea slipped into his nostrils.

A resolute look appeared on his weathered face.

Lowering his head to look at the surface of the sea below, the endless waves were crashing in, one after another.

Gently rounding the small ball, once it was shaped, the fisherman hung it on the hook.

He cast the hook out.

It landed between two rocks.

The fisherman frowned—there had been a strong gust of wind just now, and it had landed in the wrong spot. He irritably reeled the line back in.

Casting again, it landed in the crevice again.

The fisherman stood up.

He was preparing to change to another spot.

Halfway there, unexpectedly, a large wave slammed into the rock, soaking all his clothes.

(Note: LOL WTF, HAHAHAHAHA.)

...

Infirmary.

On the bed, Chika had put back on the gym uniform that had been set aside earlier.

The inner sportswear she wore was completely soaked, naturally, she couldn't continue wearing it.

"What were the two of you doing just now?" The beautiful infirmary teacher, Tachibana Chizuru, expressionless, spoke in a cold tone.

Chizuru: (≖_≖)

That pleasant voice now carried a hint of chill.

"Nothing at all." Sakurai Saki lifted the curtain, glancing at Chika—she was now asleep.

"I can smell Bartholin's fluid." Tachibana-sensei said flatly, as though she didn't care at all.

"It's normal for high school students to have sexual activity, there's no need to hide it from me. But you do need to be careful about protection."

"There's some here. Next time, if you need it, just take it. Sakurai-kun, you don't want to become a father too early, right?" Tachibana Chizuru took out a box of condoms from her desk drawer.

Sakurai Saki nodded.

In front of this woman, arguing was pointless. She could stab you dead with a single icy glare, then finish you off with the coldest words imaginable.

Tachibana Chizuru lowered her gaze to the base of Sakurai Saki's thigh.

"Looks like I came at the wrong time."

'...You knows too?' Sakurai Saki thought to himself.

"Holding it in is uncomfortable, isn't it?"

"It's manageable."

"The bed in the far corner hasn't been used yet, you can go there and handle it." Tachibana Chizuru said, then tilted her head and asked, "If you want me to help with my hand, I can do that too."

"I'm fine."

Tachibana-sensei didn't shy away from these things—after all, she studied medicine.

"Holding it in too long can lead to prostatitis..."

Right now, Sakurai Saki just wanted to find a hole to crawl into, completely embarrassed by this cold and blunt teacher.

A few seconds later, his savior arrived——

"Ring~"

The phone rang.

Sakurai Saki looked at the notification—it was Shirogane Miyuki!

Saying the boys' volleyball match was about to begin, and telling him to get ready to warm up.

"Tachibana-sensei."

"Just call me Chizuru." Her voice was flat.

"Chizuru-sensei, my volleyball match is about to start." Sakurai Saki said as he stood up.

"Holding it in isn't good for your body." Tachibana Chizuru said decisively.

After speaking, she got up and locked the infirmary door.

Then, under Sakurai Saki's stunned gaze, she took out a pair of rubber gloves and lubricant from the cabinet.

"It'll be quick. You'll still have time."

Tachibana Chizuru looked at Sakurai Saki the way a milker would look at a dairy cow.

...

Twenty minutes later.

Sakurai Saki ran to the gym.

"Something happened? Your phone wasn't with you just now?" Shirogane noticed his expression looked rather… distant?

Sakurai: ¯\_（ ￣￣ー￣￣ ）_/¯

Sakurai Saki, now in "Sage" mode, replied: "Fujiwara-san needed care. Unfortunately, the infirmary teacher wasn't there, so I had to wait until she returned before I could leave."

"The preliminary round is about to start. You made it just in time." Shirogane said.

If he'd been any later, the team would've been short one player—and there were no substitutes for this match. Missing a player meant instant loss.

"Who's the first match against?"

"Your class is playing Year 2 Class C."

"Oh."

That was the class of the Nakano quintuplets.

Sakurai didn't really care about that.

No matter who they were up against, it was still a match. He didn't think he would lose—he had that kind of confidence.

If one had to use a famous line to describe Sakurai Saki's confidence, it would be:

Nah, I'd Win!

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