Chapter 548: That Pervert Has Been Defeated by Me

Chapter 548: That Pervert Has Been Defeated by Me

“Who, who’s your wife?!”

Completely caught off guard by Himekoji’s shameless words, Yukinoshita was shocked, flustered, and embarrassed. She shot to her feet in surprise. But her movements were too big and frantic. She accidentally knocked over her coffee cup as she stood. It fell, the coffee spilling out and drenching her skirt.

“Y-you okay?”

Seeing this, Himekoji seemed even more worried than if the coffee had spilled on himself. He pulled out tissues in a fluster and moved to wipe Yukinoshita down.

“N-no, I can do it myself…”

Yukinoshita waved her hand to stop him, feeling this was way too embarrassing.

Himekoji didn’t listen. He squatted beside Yukinoshita, focused on helping. “I should help. Let me!” The wet spots were dried off quickly, but the brown coffee stains wouldn’t budge right away. They remained visible on her skirt. At a glance, they looked almost like she’d wet herself. Himekoji fought hard not to laugh.

“Hey… have… have you finished touching?”

Yukinoshita hung her head, her face crimson. Right now, she hated that her chest wasn’t larger. If it were, she could bury her whole burning face in there and never lift her head up in public again. Only with Yukinoshita’s reminder did Himekoji realize where his hand was positioned seemed a bit impolite. He absentmindedly gave a squeeze. The conclusion? Perfect! Firm, slender, wonderfully curved, without a single bit of extra fat. A small pressure rewarded him with an elastic bounce back. “I could play with this for ten years,” he sincerely evaluated.

Then, immediately, Yukinoshita brought her hand down like a blade onto his forehead. “Hope you’re going to survive the next ten years first!” Her face tight with anger and a blush, Yukinoshita sat back down. Himekoji smoothly took the seat beside her. They shifted from facing each other to sitting side-by-side, very close. Yukinoshita moved a little further over, uncomfortable and stiff. Himekoji took off his jacket and draped it over Yukinoshita’s stained uniform skirt. Yukinoshita glanced at the coffee cup Himekoji had picked up and put back in order from the floor. Only a few drops of liquid remained inside. She sighed regretfully. “Ah, the coffee…”

“If you don’t mind… have mine!” Himekoji bustled about enthusiastically. Yukinoshita took the coffee and took a small sip. Himekoji watched nervously the whole time from beside her. When he saw Yukinoshita’s thin lips press against the rim of the cup he had just used, he finally couldn’t hold back. He clenched his fist quietly, thrilled. “Nice! Indirect kiss!”

Spurt!

Who would have thought Yukinoshita’s ears were unexpectedly sharp? She heard every single word. She sprayed the coffee instantly in shock. Flailing in her panic, she lost control of the cup she was holding. It tipped again. This time, coffee spilled all over the trousers of Himekoji who had been right beside her, secretly pleased with himself…

“S-sorry! No, it’s all Pervert-kun’s fault!”

“Eh? My fault again?” The tissue Himekoji was going to use to wipe the coffee was snatched by Yukinoshita. She squatted between his spread legs, glaring fiercely up at him. “Of course it’s your fault! An indirect kiss was just a normal thing! But you had to say it out loud and make the mood weird!”

“Indirect kiss… normal?” Himekoji caught the important part.

“I-isn’t it…?” Yukinoshita gently blew on the wet spot on Himekoji’s trousers, possibly worried he might feel hot. After hesitating for a moment, she spoke again, trying her best to sound casual. “Eventually… it should be part of everyday life…”

“A-aah… t-thanks! Thanks for… the treat!” The moment he pictured that scene, he started to get flustered and tongue-tied.

“No! What are you thanking me for now?! Don’t make it weirder!” Yukinoshita started to stand up, but forgot the table edge was above her head at that moment. Unprepared, she slammed into it with a loud THWACK!

“Ow!”

Staggered by the pain, she pitched forward and landed in a flustered position right onto Himekoji’s lap, face-down between his legs.

“O-hoo…”

An unexpected delight! Himekoji’s hands clenched the back of his chair hard behind him. His eyes widened. He swallowed dryly. His little brother was even more direct and honest. It stood straight up and saluted in the highest acknowledgment of Yukinoshita’s charm. Yukinoshita stayed frozen like that for about ten whole seconds. Finally regaining control of her body, she lifted her head, gritted her teeth, burned with shame, and wanted to die. “I told you… don’t interrupt!”

“N-no… I wasn’t trying to… well, wait, I did kinda want to… but…”

“Enough! Shut up!”

Himekoji nodded obediently. He reached out and made a zipping motion across his lips. A promise to stay silent. Yukinoshita took a deep breath, calming herself down, and sat back down on the seat. She thought the best way to deal with such an awkward accident was definitely to change the subject. “I think I’ll have the baby. What’s your opinion?”

Have it, have it! That’s good! That’s good! Himekoji kept his mouth firmly shut and just nodded frantically.

“I asked for your opinion! Why are you just nodding?!”

Himekoji blinked desperately at Yukinoshita, his eyes conveying a frantic message. Seeing Yukinoshita didn’t understand, he pointed to his zipped-up mouth. Signaling: You told me to shut up! I’m just obeying perfectly!

The ridiculous sight made Yukinoshita laugh despite her anger. Helplessly, she reached out and mimicked unzipping his lips. “Alright. The zipper’s undone. Now you can state your opinion.”

“Himekoji Yukiko, right? Take one character from each of our names?” Yukinoshita was dumbfounded by Himekoji. Rubbing her temples, she looked like she didn’t know how to handle him. “I asked for your opinion on whether to have the child. I didn’t ask you to name the baby!” “Bad idea?” “Of course it is! Forget it. Let’s just call the baby Akino.” “Huh?! Assuming it’s a girl already?” “Didn’t you just assume it was a boy?” “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. We’ll have all kinds eventually.” “Listen up first. I’m only doing this pregnancy thing once.” “Huh?! Why?” “Pregnancy makes women’s memories worse, makes their bodies change shape, interferes with work! And it’s painful!” Yukinoshita was, after all, a capable elite woman. She had very strong opinions on basically everything. “Ahh… yeah, I guess…” Though he felt a bit disappointed, these things really needed to respect the other person’s stance. “By the way,” Yukinoshita added, looking away stiffly and fiddling with a strand of hair near her ear, “the reason I decided to have this child is because abortion is legally questionable. Refer to Article 212 of the abortion statutes: A woman who is pregnant using drugs or other methods to induce abortion shall be punished with imprisonment for not more than one year. That’s the only reason! It’s not because I accepted you, you pervert! And don’t you dare call me… w-wife… ever again!”

“But,” Himekoji continued in a strangely calm and precise tone, “while abortion is technically illegal… it’s more an unenforceable, symbolic law, isn’t it? Research from the Japan Family Planning Association and the Ministry of Health shows: One in six Japanese women has undergone an abortion, with a third of those having had multiple procedures. More specifically: 15.5% of women aged 16-49, of whom 35.6% have had multiple abortions. In fact, because of the Eugenic Protection Act and the Maternal Health Act, Japan is effectively a country where abortion is readily practiced!”

“Eh? Huh…?” Yukinoshita was momentarily stunned by the sudden barrage of professional data from Himekoji. “S-so… by your argument… are you saying we should abort?!”

“Absolutely not!” Himekoji stretched out his hand and grasped Yukinoshita’s slender one firmly.

“Yukino…no, Yukino! Of course, the child had to be born, it must definitely be born, please by all means bear him! I just didn’t want it to be because of silly reasons like abortion being illegal. I wanted you to be willing, sincere, because you truly accepted me from your heart, truly accepted our child from your heart, and were willing to care for him, raise him, and run a home together with me… Please, tell me you accept me!”

“I…”

Looking at this Himekoji, Yukinoshita did not doubt his honesty at that moment. But because of that honesty, for a moment, she felt like something was stuck in her throat, so she couldn’t speak.

Past scenes played out like a lantern show before her eyes—

“Ride Yukinoshita!”

“I order you!”

“Jump off the bus, Yukinoshita!”

“Yukinoshita, help me…”

“I like Yukinoshita!”

…

From disliking him, to fighting back, to realizing he also had a cool side.

Then, sometimes she felt sad and sorry for him, like a starving stray cat shaking in the corner and hoping for help. Back then, she only wanted to hold him tightly.

In the very end, though, it ended in a surprise.

Things became messy and unclear, and strangely, she ended up pregnant with his child.

Oh dear…

Yukinoshita’s silence made Himekoji’s first eager and true look slowly grow worried. The hand holding Yukinoshita trembled too.

That moment, Yukinoshita thought, he really was someone with no sense of safety.

But this was also proof that he cared deeply for her.

“Can I believe what a pervert says?”

Yukinoshita made her last check.

Himekoji didn’t answer directly. He let go of Yukinoshita’s hand, shaped his fingers like a gun, and pressed the “muzzle” right against his forehead.

“The pervert in my mind? I’ve already beaten him.” He spoke with red eyes, finally saying the words he had long wanted to: “My life didn’t need that Perverse Choice System in my head!”

“Pyah!”

Like really shooting himself, the “gun” hand flung up as if from kickback.

[Ding!]

[World Reset progress: 100 percent!]

[World Reset successful!]

At that time, Himekoji didn’t care about the system’s chime, because he had something way more important to do—

“Please, right now, tell me you accept me!”

“Sorry.”

Hearing Yukinoshita’s apology, Himekoji saw black all around, his breathing stopped. He felt the whole world crumble apart.

He forced himself to listen more—

“Sorry, Pervert-kun. What I can tell you is something else.”

Yukinoshita then cupped Himekoji’s face, bringing their foreheads together and their eyes locked.

“I like you, I like Himekoji Akito!”

A kiss happened with Himekoji totally unprepared.

Before this, Yukinoshita had said that indirect kisses would become routine.

But the other thing she hadn’t dared say?

Kissing too.

In the future, would be routine.

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