Chapter 95: The Sound of Dripping Water (4)

"...There might have been a sense of discomfort, but it will not be pursued that much. You all right, Gahel?"

There was no reply.

Gahel only leaked rough breaths and pressed his student bag gyuu against the sailor uniform skirt, against his crotch.

Is it becoming a big deal. It probably is.

What do I do. Because he looks like a blonde beautiful girl in a sailor uniform, when he makes that kind of gesture I get quite a heartbeat too. What is this, even though he is a guy why is he that erotic.

"E, eeto, that, I caused you trouble."

In time about several minutes. Gahel seemed to have finally calmed and lowered his head this way with a bright red face.

But maybe his mood was still elevated, his expression was somehow bewitching.

...This guy has way less leeway than I thought, right?

If I leave him a few days will he not burst on some impulse?

"...Yosh, we are going to a bookstore, Gahel."

"A bookstore? I do like reading books, but..."

"Ah, no need for honorifics. I am not particularly a club senpai, talk in a way easy to talk. ...Are you the type who can do 2D? Or the type who has to be 3D?"

"Eh? ...Ah, the other day Haga-san lent me manga and such, I can enjoy even pictures. I can enjoy them, but what is it?"

"Ero books are age-wise bad so we will look for erotic within the range all ages can buy. It is fine. Even in shonen manga you can read, panties come out, and depending on the thing even nipples come out."

"!?"

A gaze of what is this person suddenly saying. But it was a gaze filled with expectation just as much.

"...Frankly it is hard to consult Grace about this kind of thing, right."

"That is not. No un, yeah. Maybe impossible..."

He tried to deny, but maybe he imagined a future of consulting his sister about a man’s sexual desire and such, and nodded strongly.

Grace cares for her younger brother. If Gahel consulted in one word she would accommodate this and that. I have an image she would look various things up and buy ero books Gahel might like.

In my case Grace buying ero books at a bookstore would get me extremely excited, but for Gahel guilt and embarrassment would be stronger.

"Therefore leave it to me. Next time I will also teach you ones you can see on a phone so look forward to it."

"Fu, Furezawa-san...!"

The sparkling gaze directed at a reliable senpai felt good. If it were not talk related to ero.

But well, the only part I can do senpai-like things might be this kind of part in a serious talk. I am not especially good at study or sports.

"Ah, before that can I go to the toilet?"

"...Ah, before you forget the sensation? Don’t mind it. When you finish contact me on the phone."

"...? ...!? Th-that is wrong! It is not that meaning, I drank juice earlier!"

Toward my gaze of ah yes yes I understood everything, he explained with a bright red face.

Or rather, he understands that kind of act and such.

I did not want to do sex education around there at least, so I was truly relieved and guided him to the toilet.

"Thanks, then I will go."

"Ou... n?"

While waving back at Gahel heading to the toilet waving energetically, I involuntarily leaked a suspicious voice.

A toilet split into men and women, nothing particularly rare.

But unusually for a weekday the women’s toilet had become a long line.

Contrary to me wondering, Gahel went straight into the men’s toilet with dignity and was stopped by an obasan lined up at the women’s toilet.

"Ah, wait a minute young lady! That way is the men’s toilet!"

"It is fine, I am a boy!"

The question and answer ended in an instant, and Gahel entered the men’s toilet as a matter of course.

...From a distance the sense of discomfort is huge.

At the too dignified declaration and the figure entering the toilet without hesitation, the obasan thought there is no way that is so yet apparently lost the chance to stop him. Her stretched hand wandered emptily through empty space in a wait a minute kind of feel.

"I, I feel like I was a boy too..."

"Th-that is so. In a long life it would not be strange to become a boy a little..."

There is a saying that if everyone crosses at a red light it is not scary.

Of course even if everyone crosses a violation is a violation. But if it is not a serious crime like killing a person, for about a small road traffic law violation, seeing a person breaking it and thinking then me too is human.

In other words, starting with Gahel who dignifiedly insisted he was a boy, some of the women lined up at the women’s toilet flooded into the men’s toilet. Literally like crossing a pedestrian crossing at a red light.

But crossing in a red light state means the possibility of an accident is higher than usual.

"Eh? That? You, are, attached. Kya, wawa, waaaa!?"

Well, that is, in short, inside the men’s toilet they entered thinking there were only girls, a collision accident with a boy occurred.

Gahel is a normal boy, and he is probably using a urinal normally. The girls who followed after all apparently witnessed that. What is this trap, too wicked.

Several girls who still seemed to have leeway lined up again in the women’s toilet line.

But several did not come back. Gahel who had finished the toilet first ran this way.

"As I thought on this side even boys wearing girls’ clothes is normal! Kids like me were entering the toilet one after another!"

"O, ou... I-I see. That kind of understanding..."

Huge gazes flew from the women’s toilet line.

Girls who thought I was a pervert enjoying putting a sailor uniform on Gahel.

Girls who tried to say at least one complaint to Gahel but noticed he had not said a single lie and ground their teeth.

Girls staring at Gahel’s lower body, the part inside the skirt, while flushing their faces.

Girls directing suspicious gazes asking if that is really a boy.

And a girl slowly coming out of the men’s toilet half-crying, aah I was definitely heard, the sound was definitely heard.

"Th-the bookstore is on the other side of this floor, l-let’s hurry go..."

If we stay here I feel it will be bad.

Because I have a huge premonition of being resented in reverse. No, this might barely not be called reverse resentment so it is troubling. Even if told it is a trap aimed at girls it is hard to argue. Because it is an otokonoko trap.

While leaving that place quickly, a high school girl tottered toward us from the front, looked this way, no, looked at the women’s toilet existing behind us, that long line, and twisted her face painfully.

"Eeto, are you all right?"

Gahel asked concernedly.

Toward that question she started to open her mouth to convey something, saw my figure, and shook her head bun-bun.

"It is nothing...!"

Weakly yet with firm will she said help was unnecessary, and headed just like that toward the less trafficked side, toward the stairs.

Probably because escalators and elevators exist, stairs people rarely pass. She slipped in there and tottered, staggered to the edge. So she could not be seen from the lively shopping mall side.