Chapter 522: Oh Mama!

Chapter 522: Oh Mama!

Hiratsuka Shizuka had drunk a lot of alcohol at the party, and before bed, she had drunk plenty more water. So, unsurprisingly, she woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee.

“Whoa…”

She hadn’t walked far when she suddenly felt something off around her lower back. She quickly reached out a hand to support herself. Right after that, her neck started hurting too.

Hiratsuka Shizuka looked back towards where she had just gotten up…

Hold on. That wasn’t her bed?

That jerk Himekoji actually made her sleep on the sofa?!

What the hell?!

Luckily, her head was still fuzzy, so she couldn’t really hold a grudge. Otherwise, she might have just grabbed the phone to call him up and angrily tell him off.

“Pitter-patter…”

After quickly taking care of her business, Hiratsuka Shizuka squinted her sleepy eyes. She didn’t turn on the lights, just followed the faint moonlight back to her bedroom.

“Haaah— That’s more like it! Nothing beats a proper bed!”

Muttering half-asleep, the Female Teacher rolled over, wrapped herself cozily in the blanket, and happily drifted back to sleep, closing her weary eyes.

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“Hey, could you tell me who you are?”

He waited a long time, but got no answer.

The girl beneath him turned red, then pale, staring at him in disbelief for what felt like ages. She finally squeezed out words through clenched teeth.

“You… you did that to me… and you don’t even know who I am?!”

“Did what?”

“That! What you’re doing right now! No! This!”

She bit her lip. The disbelief in her eyes shifted to hurt and anger.

“Oh, this?”

Himekoji finally understood. He felt a bit embarrassed and stopped his movements, scratching his head. Well, actually, he scratched the head of the upset girl beneath him.

“Well, isn’t this just a dream? Stuff just kinda… happens when it’s hazy like this.”

“You’re a Pervert even in your dreams?!”

This accusation sounded both shocked and icy clear, like beads striking jade. As the words landed, so did her foot. The one beneath him delivered a swift kick, sending Himekoji flying cleanly and efficiently off the bed. It was like deja vu.

Right. That’s exactly how he’d woken up yesterday.

“Owwch—”

Himekoji winced and opened his eyes. The situation looked remarkably similar to yesterday. It hurt just as much. And he definitely wasn’t wearing any Underwear again.

But there were differences.

For example, the setting.

The floor looked way fancier than in his own house. The room was much more spacious too. This wasn’t his tiny, run-down study.

Another difference?

The number of people.

More people were present. How could he tell? Because right in front of him, a pair of wine-red, open-toed, floral-studded women’s High Heels had just appeared out of nowhere.

The ankles were smooth, the calves were straight, the knees…

“Huh? Hey! Hey! What are you doing?!”

Himekoji didn’t get a chance to look carefully. The person wearing the heels, without saying a word, suddenly clamped her hand over his face and shoved his head firmly down onto the edge of the bed.

Then, Himekoji noticed his field of vision… meaning, on the bed… also had feet. Beautiful arches, lovely curves. But now was definitely not the time to admire them.

Because he realised something seemed terribly wrong—

First, this wasn’t his home. This was Hiratsuka-Sensei’s home.

Second, he was stark naked. And there were two women nearby – one on the bed, and one standing next to it.

Who were these two women?

Even if one was Hiratsuka-Sensei, who was the other?

“I’m asking what you’re doing? I want to know what the hell you have been up to!”

This woman’s voice was completely unfamiliar. He definitely didn’t know it. It was sharp, yet carried an undeniable authority.

“Me?”

Himekoji’s head was a thick fog. He had just woken up and felt groggy. He was still pinned firmly against the bed edge, and he couldn’t really break free easily anyway. Being totally naked, without his Underwear, made him feel vulnerable. He was afraid.

“Yes! YOU! What have you done to my precious Jing?!”

“Huh?!”

My precious Jing?

Hearing this, a bolt of understanding seemed to go through Himekoji’s mind. He thought he grasped part of the situation.

“Who—who’s shouting so loud this early? Can’t a person sleep?”

A third voice chimed in. It sounded lazy, filled with yawns. But Himekoji recognized it instantly. It was Hiratsuka-Sensei!

The person asleep on the bed was Hiratsuka-Sensei!

But hadn’t she been sleeping on the sofa last night?

A bad feeling started creeping over Himekoji.

That feeling was confirmed in the very next second—

“Ma?! What are you doing here?!”

This person who had burst in early that morning and pinned him to the bed edge was Hiratsuka Shizuka’s mother!

Oh Mama! This was HUGE!

Had she misunderstood… thinking he and her daughter had… done that?

Just the thought of that possibility caused Himekoji to break out in a cold sweat all over his forehead.

“What am I doing here? If I didn’t come, how could I keep an eye on you?!”

“Huh?”

Hiratsuka Shizuka sat up in bed, holding her throbbing head. She hadn’t quite grasped the situation. Mama Shizuka didn’t explain any further. Instead, she just stared sternly, giving her daughter time to take it in.

Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at the stark-naked Himekoji, efficiently subdued by her mother. Then she looked down at herself.

She was only wearing her Underwear. Just two thin scraps of cloth. Large patches of skin were exposed to the air.

A sudden tremor ran through her. She was wide awake!

“Ma! Ma! It’s not what you think!”

She fumbled, desperate to explain.

Mama Shizuka wouldn’t listen. She raised a hand, signaling her daughter to shut up for the moment.

“I’m going out. You two put some clothes on first. Get your stories straight. Then come out and talk to me.”

After dropping that line, Mama Shizuka turned and walked out, her face set in serious lines.

Finally freed from the pressure, Himekoji waited until her footsteps faded away. He immediately scrambled over to shut the door. Then he whirled around to glare at Hiratsuka Shizuka, his expression filled with wrongful suffering—

“Sensei! What’s the matter with you? Why did you crawl into my bed?!”

“That’s my bed!”

“But you were sleeping on the sofa last night!”

“You actually made me sleep on the sofa, you jerk!”

Hiratsuka Shizuka flared up instantly upon hearing that, launching her counterattack.

“Weren’t you supposed to go home last night? Why are you sleeping in my bed?”

“It’s because just as I was about to leave, you threw up! I couldn’t leave! Then seeing you asleep on the sofa, I figured I’d take the bed!”

“Fine, sleep there! But why didn’t you wear pants? Sleeping naked?!”

“How should I know?!”

It was probably because of that dream. His Underwear seemed to fly off every time he had dreams like that lately. But Himekoji absolutely couldn’t say that. It sounded ridiculous. So, he decided to play dumb.

And immediately steered the conversation back.

“That’s not the point! The point is, you were sleeping peacefully on the sofa last night! Why did you wake up in bed this morning?!”

“How should I know?!”

Well… maybe because she woke up to use the bathroom and habitually crawled back into her own bed afterward. But she definitely hadn’t realised Himekoji was already asleep in that bed! Hiratsuka Shizuka also decided to play dumb.

The next second.

“Hold on! You said I was sleeping ‘peacefully’ on the sofa?! How could anyone sleep peacefully on a sofa?!”

“Wait! Stop! That’s not the point either!” Himekoji pressed, needing to know the most crucial thing. “The real point is… did we… you know… actually do anything?”

Being caught half-naked in bed by the girl’s mother sure made them both feel guilty. Himekoji even briefly wondered if last night’s intense dream had been real, with Hiratsuka Sensei. But then he remembered that the figure in his dream had been way flatter. Hiratsuka Sensei definitely didn’t match that.

“Of course we didn’t!’

A deep blush spread across the Female Teacher’s cheeks. She jumped up agitatedly to give her point.

“Look how easily I moved! Do I look like someone who’s just been… gone at?”

“Hmm, true. You don’t.”

The Female Teacher didn’t seem sore or tired in the legs. Himekoji nodded in agreeement.

“Alright, that’s settled then. Let’s get dressed quickly and figure out how to explain things to your mom.”

Saying this, Himekoji started pulling on his pants. While he was hopping on one leg, about to put the other one in, he suddenly wobbled. With a surprised “Ah!” he staggered back onto the bed.

Hiratsuka Shizuka jumped in alarm.

“What’s wrong?”

She asked with concern.

“It’s nothing,” Himekoji explained casually. “The leg just suddenly felt weak. That’s all.”

It had been happening for days. Every time after one of those vivid dreams… he woke up feeling inexplicably drained.

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