The King of Tokyo Freeloaders [168]

“Wait, wait, wait! Momo, your skirt! You forgot your skirt!”

“…Eh?!”

Aizono Momo genuinely hadn’t noticed her missing skirt.

Moments ago, she’d still been lost in wild fantasies and vivid scenarios, so when she heard Kuroba Akira call for her, she’d instinctively followed his “command,” rushing straight out of the restroom stall without thinking.

Only after Akira pointed it out did she remember that her skirt was still resting atop the toilet tank, and her thoroughly soaked panties lay discarded on the floor.

But instead of immediately dashing back inside, she frantically tugged down on the hem of her blouse, trying desperately to cover herself.

Yet here, another disadvantage of large breasts revealed itself: the fabric, stretched tight around her chest, refused to budge downward. If anything, it only emphasized the curves she desperately wished to hide.

Only after seeing everything he shouldn’t have did Akira finally cover his eyes, sighing deeply.

“What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and put your skirt back on already…”

“Ah—yes!”

Relieved at receiving another clear order, Momo obediently spun around and rushed back inside the restroom.

The reason she hadn’t immediately gone back was due to a matter of priorities.

Because Akira had called for her, she’d instinctively waited, more concerned about what he might need than about her own situation.

Her imagination continued to run wild. What if Kuroba-kun wanted me to head home exactly as I am—without underwear?

Thank goodness the corridor was empty. Otherwise, I’d seriously die of embarrassment…

Though it’s fine if it’s just Kuroba-kun seeing…

He wouldn’t look down on me anyway…

Still, I feel bad dirtying his eyes…

But I definitely don’t want anyone else to see me…

There’s no one else in the school building right now, but once we step outside…

Waaahhh…

A faint sensation of needing the toilet again bubbled up—though, honestly, it probably wasn’t that kind of urge.

With her mind swimming in dangerously perverse thoughts, the already clumsy Momo completely failed to notice another problem as she turned to flee.

Because she’d been pulling so hard on the front of her blouse, her entire backside was fully exposed as she rushed into the restroom stall.

Her ample, soft peach-shaped backside, pale and faintly flushed—her butt was just as impressive as her chest…

There were even two reddish marks pressed into her thighs, proof she’d spent quite a while seated on the toilet.

She’s too careless…but thank you very much for the treat.

Akira suddenly understood why so many fanservice manga featured airheaded or klutzy heroines—such girls practically handed over freebies by the truckload.

Inside the stall, Momo quickly put her skirt back on, but the rest of her clothes were beyond salvaging.

She couldn’t just abandon them here, either. After a brief hesitation, she reluctantly pressed down on the indoor shoes, tights, socks, and panties with her bare feet, squeezing out the residual moisture like crushing grapes. She then bundled the damp, smelly garments together, preparing to deal with them at home.

Just as she was about to leave, Momo noticed the mess she’d left on the stall floor.

Unwilling to cause trouble for anyone else, she tried grabbing some toilet paper to clean up—only to find she’d already used most of it earlier.

I’ll just take some from another stall…

Thinking this, Momo opened the door and stepped out.

And immediately disaster struck again.

She’d completely forgotten she was barefoot.

When she’d rushed out earlier to meet Akira, it had been fine because she’d wiped her feet dry. But after squeezing out her underwear and socks moments ago, her soles were slippery again.

Coupled with her haste, she slipped and landed squarely onto the damp pile she’d just squeezed out.

Pain wasn’t even her main concern. The first thought that popped into her head was…

Great. Now my skirt—the last piece of clothing I had—is ruined too…

Not just the stall, now my body smells as well…

Once again, Momo’s brain short-circuited completely.

This time, she truly felt crushed. A profound bitterness swirled within her, rising like a choking mist. Tears welled dangerously in her eyes.

Outside, Akira naturally heard the distinctive sound of pelvis colliding intimately with tile, and sighed yet again.

My God… Though klutzy girls offer plenty of eye candy, they also generate endless trouble…

Messes like these might take just a single panel in manga, but in real life, you actually had to clean up afterward.

No wonder Shiroi Shiori acted like her mom—turns out, it wasn’t overprotectiveness. Momo genuinely needed someone to care for her at that level.

Unable to call Shiroi over right now, Akira glanced around carefully, confirming the corridor was clear before whispering into the restroom.

“Momo, is anyone else in there right now?”

At hearing Akira’s voice, Momo felt somewhat reassured. She bit her lip, forcing back the tears before they could spill.

“Mm…”

“Good. Then please don’t tell anyone—I’m coming in.”

“Huh? Huh?!”

Akira stealthily darted into the girls’ restroom.

Actually, this wasn’t his first time in one.

Don’t misunderstand—he wasn’t a pervert. In his previous life, during high school cleaning duties, he’d been forced to clean the girls’ restroom under supervision from their homeroom teacher, along with some girls from class.

Back then, no student harbored impure thoughts; Akira still remembered clearly how all the boys, himself included, despised cleaning toilets—especially the girls’ restroom—due to embarrassment.

But now, well… it was still incredibly embarrassing.

If anyone saw him, his second chance at life would be thoroughly ruined.

Better make this quick.

Perhaps due to the lack of urinals, the girls’ restroom floor appeared notably cleaner.

Precisely for this reason, the faint yellowish stain Momo left behind stood out vividly.

Momo sat miserably on the floor, head bowed low, unable to meet Akira’s gaze. She looked as though she wished she could vanish into the corner forever.

Akira didn’t say anything. He simply fetched a mop from the utility closet and recalled his previous life’s restroom-cleaning experience, channeling the intense desire to finish quickly and escape from shame.

Akira swiftly finished the cleanup, then pulled Momo gently to her feet. Just as he was about to offer some encouraging words, distinct footsteps echoed toward them.

Shit! Is it a teacher?

Probably here to check if students had left the building.

If we’re caught, it’ll be impossible to explain ourselves…

But this time, Momo reacted even faster than Akira.

She immediately shoved him into one of the stalls, pressing him down onto the toilet seat, and urgently whispered in his ear:

“Lift your feet, Kuroba-kun!”

Instantly grasping her intent, Akira raised both legs, using his knees to pull the stall door closed. Then Momo straddled him tightly, and Akira was immediately assaulted by the sensation of warm, ample softness.

At that exact moment, the inspecting female teacher walked into the restroom. Noticing one stall occupied, she called out:

“Is someone still in there? It’s almost closing time.”

“Yes… Ma’am, my period started, and my stomach hurts a bit. I’ll be quick—I promise I’ll leave right away.”

“I see. Then please hurry. I’ll be locking up soon.”

“Yes, Ma’am…”

It sure smells strong in here… and why is this girl sitting facing the toilet without shoes or socks…?

Though puzzled, the teacher recalled some creepy restroom rumors she’d heard, felt a slight chill down her spine, and quickly decided not to linger.

Whew, crisis averted…

Akira let out a deep, relieved breath. That had probably been his second-most nerve-wracking moment since transmigrating. First place still belonged to rescuing Benika-san.

Momo might’ve caused him plenty of trouble up to now, but this had more than evened things out. He genuinely appreciated her quick thinking, saving him from a certain social death.

Yet just as Akira tilted his head up, finally freeing his face and about to thank Momo and remind her she could get off now—

Drip—

Akira felt something warm drip onto his nose.

Tears? Is she crying again?

Akira wiped at the drop and was shocked to see a striking red smear on his fingertips. A second drop fell onto his lips.

A metallic, salty tang bloomed on his tongue.

…Blood.

Aizono Momo had a nosebleed.

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T/N: WHAT IS GOING ONNNNNNN

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