I, the mastermind behind the scenes at Soubu High, refuse to be caught in a bloodbath.

After arriving next to Hiratsuka Shizuka, Himekoji looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka's rather thin lower body clothing and said.

"Would you like to walk with me?"

Ignoring Himekoji's words, Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly removed her sunglasses, gave him a charming smile, her thin lips slightly moving, the bright red lip gloss on them gleaming with a cold light.

“I’d be happy to oblige, but before that,” Himekoji walked around her and came to Hiratsuka Shizuka’s side, saying, “I’ll help you carry these things.”

"Hahahaha..." She couldn't help but look at Himekoji, then burst into laughter again, completely lacking any ladylike manners. While laughing, she slapped the roadside railing and said, "What are you doing... Hahahaha—, are you addicted?"

It's amazing how Hiratsuka Shizuya can destroy the perfect image she's built up in an instant.

With a grin, Himekoji grabbed Hiratsuka Shizuka's arm as she laughed uncontrollably, took the shopping bag from her right hand, and lifted it; it was quite heavy.

Hiratsuka Shizuka finally stopped laughing, but she would occasionally let out a "pfft" sound.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

Seeing Himekoji staring at her speechlessly, Hiratsuka Shizuka finally waved her hand in apology, but there was still a smile in her eyes, though she didn't actually laugh out loud.

"Give me a can."

She reached out her hand to Himekoji, who reached into his bag, rummaged around for a bit, and casually pulled out a can of beer that seemed to have the word "Momiji" written on it. He helped Hiratsuka Shizuka open the tab, handed the can to her, and then casually pulled out a can for himself, popped it open, and tilted his head back to gulp down a few mouthfuls.

At the same time, Himekoji felt his right arm being wrapped around his arm. He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and saw Hiratsuka Shizuka leaning against him, her left arm wrapped around his right arm, looking at him teasingly.

After Himekoji drank the sake, Hiratsuka Shizuka stretched out her right hand, which was holding the sake jar, toward his cheek, and then extended her slender index finger to touch his cheek, forming a small dimple.

"This is a reward for gentlemen, let's go."

This probably refers to the time she wrapped her arm around Himekoji's and leaned on him while walking. However, Himekoji always felt that Hiratsuka Shizuka just wanted to avoid needing any excuse to let Himekoji support her when she was drunk and swaying like a duck later.

So the two of them began to stroll together, keeping almost the same pace, aimlessly wandering through the desolate Kyoto and the unfamiliar streets.

They didn't speak, and the only sounds as they walked were the click-clack of Hiratsuka Shizuka's heels hitting the ground and the chugging of beer as the two of them drank.

She licked the remaining drops of wine from her lips, a gesture that gave Himekoji a very alluring feel.

"This is the first time I've seen you wearing stockings today."

After wandering around aimlessly for a long time, Himeko suddenly spoke up.

"Hmm? So you're really into women's legs, huh? You might be a pervert, a pervert."

Hiratsuka Shizuka had already finished the first can, and she poked Himekoji's cheek again with her fingertips, her eyes filled with a look of anticipation.

"Isn't it a waste to always hide beautiful things?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, after all, some flies are really too annoying. I prefer some peace and quiet. After all, I'm past the age of needing to attract attention."

Hiratsuka Shizuka sighed, but immediately realized that this was tantamount to admitting that she was getting old. How dare that brat try to trick me? So, to vent her anger, she immediately gave Himekoji a hard flick on the head.

Chapter 227 What the hell?! [Hiratsuka Shizuka] is just making things difficult for me, Fat Tiger!

"Don't try to trick a lady into revealing information!"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry," Himekoji stared at her with a resentful look, looked her up and down, and muttered to herself in a very low voice, "Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei exudes a kind of beauty, but she hides it no matter who she is facing."

"So you want me to be naked all the time?! You perverted brat!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka blushed and glared fiercely at Himekoji.

"Ah, I heard that."

"Nonsense, you're right next to me, do you think I can't hear you?"

"Alright, alright, let's drink."

He took out another can, opened it, and handed it to her. Hiratsuka Shizuka gave Himekoji a "that's more like it" look and started drinking her sake.

At this point, about an hour had passed since Himekoji left the hotel, and the air had grown increasingly cold. Coupled with their constant consumption of beer, both of them were shivering slightly. So, Hiratsuka Shizuka tugged at his arm and looked up, asking, "Shall we go back?"

"If you feel that's enough."

"Then let's go back, I've had enough to drink."

As Himekoji had predicted, Hiratsuka Shizuka, who had already drunk two cans, started walking unsteadily. And since she was wearing high heels, this unsteady gait made it very easy for her heels to buckle, and then...

"Click—"

The sound of a shoe heel breaking rang out, and Hiratsuka Shizuka almost fell to the ground. She frowned in pain, her face almost contorted in agony, and squatted down, rubbing her ankle incessantly. She also took the opportunity to release Himekoji's arm.

"I'm never wearing high heels outside to drink again, burp! alcohol."

Hiratsuka Shizuka groaned in pain as she rubbed her ankle. She was already walking unsteadily, and when her heel broke, she really twisted her ankle. Luckily, she didn't sprain it, otherwise she probably would have had to say goodbye to this school trip.

You'll also get a good scolding for going out drinking on the street late at night.

"Sigh—" Ji Xiaolu sighed deeply, shaking his head repeatedly, "Tsk tsk tsk, you really are a worry."

"That's why she's still unmarried at her age!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly looked at him with tears welling up in her eyes, shaking her head and complaining like a little girl.

The sudden change startled Ji Xiaolu, who then turned around and burst into laughter for a long time, though his shoulders kept shaking but he didn't actually make a sound.

As a result, after Hiratsuka Shizuka finally stood up, Himekoji took a solid kick from her. Being kicked by a pointed high heel is quite an unpleasant experience.

"Another can, please!"

She looked like she was about to cry, so she reached out to Himekoji again. Himekoji took out another can and handed it to her. This time, Hiratsuka Shizuka finished the can in just over twenty seconds.

He drank three cans... This guy must be going crazy.

Himeko was a little dumbfounded, but then something even more dumbfounded happened. Hiratsuka Shizuka became as soft as a spaghetti, and then she lay directly on Himeko's back, wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed, "Carry me...carry me quickly, my feet hurt so much."

“...Alright.” With no other choice, Ji Xiaolu handed her the bag containing the remaining few cans of beer, then squatted down, ran his hands over her smooth stockings, and came to the back of her knees, saying, “Hold my neck tight.”

"Ok!"

She hugged him a little tighter, and Ji Xiaolu then put his strength into his hands. Because the stockings and the skin underneath were so smooth, he almost couldn't lift her up; it was really not easy to exert any force.

If Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't hold onto his neck tightly, if he only used his strength, he would definitely knock Hiratsuka Shizuka over and make her head hit the ground. That scene would be too beautiful, and there would probably be bloodstains. Himekoji would not do such a stupid thing.

And so, Himekoji slightly adjusted the position of Hiratsuka Shizuka on his back, and then walked steadily toward the hotel. Hiratsuka Shizuka's breasts, which could be described as the most magnificent, were pressed firmly against his back, and with each step, they would deform due to their excellent elasticity.

When they reached a fork in the road near the hotel, Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly gave the wrong directions. With her eyes glazed over from drinking, she gestured to Himekoji and said, "Over there, over there!"

"Is the hotel around here...?"

Himekoji nodded his chin in the opposite direction, but Hiratsuka Shizuka grabbed Himekoji's ear and forced his head to turn in the wrong direction, saying, "Over there!"

"..."

Okay, over there it is. Now that I have Hiratsuka Shizuka on my back, it's not so cold anymore. It won't matter if I wander around for a while longer. I can just find a side road to go around it later.

Just as he was thinking this and started walking, he felt Hiratsuka Shizuka on his back seem to tense up. For some reason, he felt something was wrong, so he quickened his pace. After leaving the alley, a small park with a small sandpit and several slides came into Himekoji's view.

Under the milky white streetlights, the swings in the park creaked in the cold wind.

"There--"

Hiratsuka Shizuka pointed in a very low voice to a small building behind the park. Because there were no lights there, Himekoji couldn't see what it was yet, but when he carried Hiratsuka Shizuka there, he figured it out.

This is a toilet!

The toilet was completely dark, with no lights and the sky so dark that even Himekoji took a moment to decipher the words written on the wall, trying to figure out which side read "male" and which "female".

Hiratsuka Shizuka struggled to pull out her phone to illuminate the room. After clearly seeing which side was the "woman" sign, she pointed inside to Himekoji. Although she didn't speak, Himekoji knew she wanted him to lead her inside.

However, if another woman were to discover him entering the women's restroom, she would definitely call the police and get arrested. Ji Xiaolu would never do something so heinous.

So Himekoji decisively spun around with Hiratsuka Shizuka in his arms, bringing them to the "male" side. Hiratsuka Shizuka kept punching Himekoji's shoulder, saying, "Over there, over there!"

"Please, it's fine if I take you into the men's room, but if I go into the women's room, that would be a huge problem!"

"...Ugh."

Hiratsuka Shizuka covered her face and sobbed, her body becoming increasingly tense, as if she was about to burst into tears.

I made you drink so much... and now it's so cold, you must be in a hurry to pee.

"Then...then...let's go in."

Hiratsuka Shizuka pressed her cheek to her ear and whispered something in a very low voice.

Chapter 228 Therefore, [this drunkard] should be left in the dark.

So she used her flashlight to illuminate the interior, trying to find any switch that could turn on the light. Well, she found one, but when she excitedly pressed the switch, nothing happened.

In other words, the light is broken.

Hiratsuka Shizuka was dumbfounded. Relying only on the dim light of her phone, Himekoji led her to a cubicle. Fortunately, it wasn't a squat toilet.

Lifting the lid, I moved Hiratsuka Shizuka off my back and made her sit on the toilet. Her hands hung limply at her sides, and her phone looked like it was about to fall to the ground. After Himeko reminded her, she became a little more awake and groggily gripped her phone.

"Then I'll go out. Please lock the door."

Ji Xiaolu hurriedly prepared to leave, but just as he opened the door, he suddenly felt his collar being gently tugged at.

He stood there, stunned, while Hiratsuka Shizuka said in a very embarrassed voice, "I...I don't have the strength right now."

"..."

What the hell?! You're an adult! Don't you even know your own alcohol tolerance?! You insisted on bringing a male student to the restroom, and then you act all shy and say you're completely exhausted!

Then, Shizuka Hiratsuka turned off the flashlight function on her phone and put it back in her pocket.

"help me..."

In the darkness, such a faint sound reached Himekoji's ears.

"Alright alright."

Left with no other choice, Himekoji turned around, placed his hands under Hiratsuka Shizuka's armpits, and pulled her up. Shizuka, half-bent over, supported Himekoji's shoulders, barely managing to maintain her standing posture.

"Where... should I touch..."

As Himeko squatted down, her head close to the vicinity of the office lady's short skirt, she suddenly felt a little flustered. Although it was pitch black and she couldn't see anything, she could clearly distinguish what was what just by touching it. The outline of the clothes was faintly swaying in front of her eyes. In this confined space, this posture was just too... indescribable.

"Hurry up, anywhere, I can't hold back anymore... I really can't hold back anymore."

She gripped Himekoji's shoulders tightly, covered her lips with her other hand, and made a shameful "woo-woo" sound.

"Well... okay then."