"Oi, oi, oi! No way it's turning out like this!"
Right there in the middle of the Snack Corner, I stomped my feet over and over like some spoiled kid in the throes of a tantrum.
(For now, let's try to calmly sort out the situation.)
I am Ryouta Izumiya, the lecherous high schooler.
I was deep into a lecherous cosplay session with my otaku pal—the high school's No. 1 gyaru, Yuria Ichinose—when suddenly Airi Miyama showed up at the house. The hardworking busty girl had bought Apology Ice Cream, all for a shot at the AC.
Peeking through the gap in the Otaku Room door, I got mesmerized by the faint outline of her Busty Bra showing through her White T-shirt. That's how I missed the other enemy creeping up on my urethra.
I'd just breathed a sigh of relief after dodging one bullet—when suddenly, I had to pee!
If Yuria came back and found the crotch of my Maid Outfit soaked through, it'd even mess with her kinks.
Tanapedia (via LINE from Tanaka) had advised visualizing the urine flowing back up in my mind... but it did nothing!
Even if it stayed small (wink), the urge was just as bad!
Lust-crazed super pervert!
As always, the truth is—damn it! Now's not the time for Movie Version drama!
At this rate, I was seriously going to leak!!!
I yanked desperately on the Maid Outfit's skirt, trying to hold it in.
"This is bad... Things are getting dire."
Airi and Yuria had just gone into Yuria's Room.
If I slipped out of the Otaku Room next door now, the odds of bumping into them... should be next to nothing.
The real issue, though? I had no idea where the bathroom was in Yuria's House.
Wandering around clutching my crotch could easily lead to game over.
(Man, I should've asked about the bathroom right away.)
I crept to the back of the room and pressed my ear flat against the wall.
I needed to know what they were talking about.
"Wow, it's been forever since I was in Yuria's Room~ Ahh, so cool~"
"R-Really?"
"Huh? Hey, there's some guy's clothes folded up here... Wait, this smell..."
O-Oi, oi, that's trouble!
Hide it quick, Yuria!
"Ah! That!? Those are clothes Ryouta didn't want anymore that I took off his hands, sorta! I've been wanting to mix some Men's-like Clothing into my fashion~"
What kind of lame excuse is that? It's so strained I'm about to burst here.
"Ryouta's... Lucky~"
"Huh? H-Hey, what're you saying, Airi?"
"Ah, no, not that! Airi wants to try wearing guy's clothes too~! So! If you don't need 'em, give these to Airi!"
"...Ah, sure. Gotcha. Here you go, Airi."
"Yay~! I'll treasure Ryouta's clothes!"
Yuria had straight-up given my clothes—the ones I'd brought—to Airi.
Hold up! Those were the ones I'd splurged on, pushing my budget, just for hanging out with Yuria!
And now, without them, all I've got left is this Maid Outfit...
"But whatever! While they're distracted by the clothes, it's my shot!"
Decision made: head to the bathroom. I bolted out of the Otaku Room.
Yuria's House was massive already, but if there's a toilet somewhere... gotta be this way.
I trusted my gut and started hunting it down.
And right as the pressure hit critical...
"Ah... found it!!!"
Huffing and puffing, I finally reached sanctuary.
(Every home has one—a toilet, tucked away in the corner.)
On the brink of disaster, I pinched the skirt's hem tight and dashed inside...
"Huh? Ah! Are you maybe the Maid from Yuria's House?"
Just as I reached for the door—from behind, Airi strolled up, ice cream smeared on the tip of her nose, and called out to me.