The S**ttiest Gyaru in the Class Confessed to Me.
The next day.
I’m waiting in front of the station again.
Today’s rendezvous is also at 12:00.
After what happened yesterday.
I was sure she would be on time.
But she didn’t show up.
Phew.
I knew that. ….That’s how it is.
I was ready to wait patiently until 12:45, the same time as yesterday.
Then it started to rain.
“…..Shoot, I should go get an umbrella.”
Eventually it became 12:45 and then 1:00 pm. But she didn’t come.
……Maybe she was teasing me.
Maybe she had no intention of coming from the beginning.
Then she called out to me.
“Did I keep you waiting?”
It was Ichika.
She was wearing a cropped knit with open shoulders and a visible waist.
We met at 12:00 p.m. and it’s 1:00 p.m.
Of course I waited.
But I shook my head.
Today, unlike yesterday, she’s worked hard on her clothes and makeup. I think she spent at least 15 minutes more than the additional 15 minutes of tardiness to get ready.
But she looks cuter with more natural makeup. …..I might get killed if I say that.
Ichika looked up at the sky and said.
“Wow. It’s raining.”
“Where’s your umbrella?”
“I don’t have one.”
The weather forecast for the morning.
The forecast had a 100% chance of precipitation.
Apparently, she’s one of those people who doesn’t rely on that kind of thing.
“Do you want to get in?”
I said, and she nodded.
We walk together again along the tree-lined path.
However, unlike yesterday, today I’m walking side by side with Ichika. It’s the effect of us sharing an umbrella.
After a while, there is no conversation.
The flashy Ichika and the plain me had no common topics to talk about.
There are no topics to discuss in the first place.
Suddenly, Ichika stopped.
It was the Pigs Cafe.
“Are you interested?”
Ichika shook her head.
“I’m not…..interested.”
But she glanced at the pictures of pigs.
She seemed very interested.
“Shall we come in?”
Ichika complained, but followed me.
“Something happened yesterday, and we’re dating after all.”
Once inside the store, Ichika had the piglet on her lap before I knew it. She looks happy, though her mouth is agape.
When Ichika’s eyes met mine, she made a disgruntled sound.
“….What is it?”
“Nothing…….”
Ichika stared at me.
“Gross. Don’t look at me.”
But her mouth was loose.
Piggy.
The pig suddenly became noisy.
It started shaking its buttocks, and the next thing I knew, the pig was defecating on Ichika’s lap,
Ichika’s jacket and hands were covered in feces. Her cropped top is her undoubted enemy, and she’s now soiled all the way down to her stomach.
It would not be enough to just change her clothes.
A staff member immediately came and apologized, but Ichika was in a state of shock. I think a normal girl would cry in this situation, with her clothes and stomach covered in feces.
What should I do? It’s bad,
We’re talking about Ichika. She might lose her temper and lash out at the staff.
“……t’s fine. It was piggy’s doing.”
That was a surprising answer.
She wiped off the dirt from her hands and feet, but not all of it. ichika’s clothes were still covered in feces.
The staff member looked up at me and I left the store. Ichika seemed surprisingly fine, but I couldn’t let her walk around like that.
“Wait here for a minute.”
I walked into a store I happened to see and asked the clerk to help me find some women’s clothing. It’s a zip-up hoodie. I apologize for the imprudence, but I’ll ask her to bear with me.
I handed it to Ichika.
“Here, you can wear it if you like.”
“….It’s fine. How much was it?”
Ichika took out her wallet.
It was the same as before. She was trying to pay for the Pig Cafe. I thought for sure that Ichika was a girl who expected to be treated. But maybe I was wrong.
But it was the first date of my life. I couldn’t let the girl pay for it.
“No, no, it’s fine.”
I didn’t accept the money.
But still, I was wondering if there was some place she could change her clothes…… Somewhere where I can get rid of the smell and dirt.
As I was scurrying around, Ichika stopped and looked up.
She pointed to a neon-lit building.
It was the love hotel we had turned back to yesterday.
“We can take a shower here.”
“But….we don’t have a choice. I don’t want you to catch a cold, so let’s change here.”
Then, Ichika made a surprised face.
“Eh? Are you sure? But you said you didn’t want to be here. I’d be in trouble if you started crying again.”
……I’m being treated like a little girl, aren’t I?
“It’s okay.”
I pulled Ichika’s hand and we went inside.
The first love hotel I went to had a touch panel at the entrance to choose a room. When I was unsure how to operate it, Ichika operated it for me.
“Well, this inexpensive place is fine, right?”
With that, Ichika chose a room. Watching her familiarity with the controls made me sad again.
My first girlfriend is too used to love hotels.
We ride the elevator together.
It was the first time in my life that I was in such close distance to a girl.
I’m in a love hotel with a girl for the first time in my life. And she is cute and stylish on the outside. I could feel my heart beating throughout my body at the thought.
“Welcome.”
I open the door and am greeted by an inorganic electronic sound. The room was decorated with primary-colored furniture and was somewhat gaudy.
“I smelled bad, didn’t I? ….I’m gonna take a shower.”
Ichika immediately went to take a shower.
(Get all the pig shit off you as much as you want.)
I looked at the unusual interior and realized I needed to wash Ichika’s clothes. It was service time, so I had time, and I could use the clothes dryer provided in the room to dry them.
“Sorry, I have to wash the clothes, can you give them to me?”
“Oh, thanks.”
I opened the door to the changing room a little, put my hand in, and Ichika handed me the clothes.
I was only planning on taking the skirt, but she also gave me the jacket. I decided to wash them together so they wouldn’t get stained.
When I unfolded Ichika’s clothes on the sink, something unfamiliar fell out.
It was underwear.
A bra and underwear. It seems that they were given to her as usual.
(I guess this means she doesn’t think of me as a man…….)
The underwear was black.
I’m a virgin boy who has never been around women. Of course I’m interested in women’s underwear. I’m a little, no, to be honest, I’m really interested.
(I wonder what they smell like.)
I was tempted to sniff them, but somehow I managed to hold myself back.
Then, the door to the changing room opened about five centimeters.
Maybe she’ll notice the underwear and scream.
Ichika said.
“By the way, you. What’s your name?”
Seriously? She doesn’t even know my name.
That’s where you should start…….
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