Editing OreShura: Volume 1 Chapter 6

===Chapter 6 - The Inside of a Skirt is Mayhem===

This item of news instantly circulated around school. 

They called it, "Chihuahua’s Doraemon live performance event". <ref>The text reads, “哆啦” which I’m guessing refers to Doraemon?</ref>

The story of “Pitiful Chihuahua” made it to the front page of the newspaper.

The next day after school --

I was curious how the two them felt about yesterday’s failure, so I went to the clubroom—Chiwa and Masuzu were already kneeling inside by a tea set.

"Well, I guess we could say it was acceptable!" 

Chiwa anxiously bit into some Japanese pancakes.

"Yes, from the perspective of "getting more attention," this could actually be considered a fairly good start, right?" 

Masuzu leisurely sipped her tea. 

……Damn. This one failed attempt wasn’t enough for Chiwa already?

On the table, there was a thermos bottle, teapot, teacup, as well as refreshments such as Japanese pancakes—everything needed for traditional Japanese-style afternoon tea was readily available. It seemed like Masuzu brought all the appliances from the staff room.

I put my schoolbag on the table, and sat on one of the folding chairs. 

"Sakagami’s little brother will definitely remember Chiwa’s name, but no matter how you look at it, won’t she only be remembered for her notoriety? 

"Whether she’s notorious or not, it makes no difference. If he can’t remember the name first, there’s no opportunity to start." 

"Is that so?" 

"The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference; all relationships between girls and boys start from some kind of emotional connection.

"Ah..." 

Well, if it’s phrased that way, it’s certainly not wrong. 

"Even so, Chiwa really was too ridiculous and overdid it. She even took the guitar case and swung it around strenuously." 

"Really? I thought it was nothing." 

Chiwa said this while nibbling and chewing on her Japanese pancakes, her head tilted to the side. 

"If you injured yourself again, like you did before, it would be really bitter... like if your back suddenly started to hurt, what would you do?" 

"You really like worry too much; you’ll go bald!" 

"...Even if I'm bald, I can just wear a wig; but if your back injury recurs, you won’t be able to walk!" 

I unknowingly raised the volume of my voice. 

Chiwa stopped eating her Japanese pancakes, and solemnly bowed her head:

"I'm sorry, I was kidding. I got too carried away." 

"You… as long as you’ll remember, it’s fine." 

"Thank you for worrying about me. I will be careful." 

"I wasn’t worrying about you." 

"......Hahaha." 

I didn’t know why, but Chiwa seemed very happy. 

Even after I got angry at her, she was still very happy... was this guy masochistic? 

Earlier, I interrupted Masuzu for something, but she didn’t react. She just quietly sipped her tea.

"Hey…… Natsukawa, can I ask you one thing?" 

"What is it, Haruskai?" 

"Earlier you said, "all relationships between girls and boys start from some kind of emotional connection." 

"Right." 

"So... you have an emotional connection with Ei-kun? Why did you get together with him?" 

I could feel my heart pounding. 

This problem had to do particularly with my notebook, so I did not want to casually enter this topic. 

--How will you resolve this crisis, Masuzu? 

From the way I perceived her, Masuzu smiled calmly and said: 

"Because he saw my underwear." 

From the shock, half of the Japanese pancake Chiwa was eating fell into her teacup.

"Uh... What?! How?" 

"My ~ ~ panties ~ ~ Eita saw them." 

"............Ei-kun?" 

Chiwa stared at me with terrified eyes.

"W-w-wait! Masuzu! Don’t lie! I didn’t see anything!" 

"Repeat criminals fail to understand the significance of oral evidence.”

"Wait, this again?!" 

I definitely did not see them. 

I didn’t see! 

It was because the wind blew up her skirt and she wasn’t wearing underwear. 

Even the other time, when Masuzu flipped her own skirt, she did not reveal that particular area.

The personal clothing of a girl, once seen, can only lead to the path of dedicating herself to a man.

Masuzu actually dared to lie so nonchalantly…

In either case, you shouldn’t use that kind of language as an excuse!

"Ah, I see. So it originally happened like that……" 

Even though Chiwa’s tone seemed to grow softer, her eyebrows continued to twitch.

This was a habit of hers when she attempted to repress her anger. 

"I j-just said it wasn’t like that! The wind unexpected blew up her skirt! I didn’t see anything! Because she wasn’t wearing it!" I desperately tried to defend myself. 

I didn’t want Chiwa to think of me as a pervert.

"It’s true, she really wasn’t wearing anything! I’m sure of it! Because in the flashing moment when that gust of wind blew by, I happened to be looking at her skirt! I watched her skirt carefully with wide eyes, yet I didn’t see any cloth! If I could see her white glossy smooth thighs, I should have been able to see her panties! Though to be honest, it may have been possible that the wind blew the 
skirt between her legs… or maybe her panties were tightly stuck in between her butt! But if… ugh, wuahhhh!" 

Chiwa hit me. 

She struck me hard with her fist. 

I don’t think she had ever hit me like this since elementary school.

"Y-y-you… You big pervert!" 

"N-no, Chiwa...... believe me!" 

"Ei-kun actually turned into such pervert. As your childhood friend, I’m ashamed!" 

Tears filled the brim of Chiwa’s eyes.

I had provoked my childhood friend into crying through my perverted behavior (though I was misinterpreted!).

"Lis-listen to me... Chiwa... I--" 

"I don’t want to! I do not want to hear it! Kneel now! Ei-kun, I want you to kneel there for the rest of the day!” 

I obediently got down, with my back straight. 

I took off my indoor shoes, and knelt on the floor directly. 

“We won’t talk about Eita’s perverted actions for now. " 

Ignoring my plight on the cold and hard floor, Masuzu calmly continued to drink tea. 

“Now that I think of it, maybe “letting others accidentally see your panties” is an effective strategy to trick people.”

"Ah?" 

"As a matter of fact… this is why so-called men are so pitiful. Women always manage to seduce men into these kinds of situations. It is a simple, yet highly effective strategy." 

"Don’t joke! Why should I do such promiscuous things?" 

"This move called "exposing yourself."" 

Masuzu spoke with incredible confidence; 

"As a matter of fact, you wouldn’t be "intentionally exposing yourself." Rather, you would be "carelessly seen by others ♪" in this situation." 

Masuzu was such a terrifying tactician. 

She was worthy of Jie-no-tsu! <ref>The original Chinese says: “自演乙,” which if I recall correctly, is the abbreviated name of their club.</ref> 

"What are you saying? If I calmly expose myself in front of Sakagami-sensi, he’ll start groveling at my feet?" 

"It doesn’t matter if they’re handsome or plain, or even a regular high school guy. Later in the night, he definitely won’t be able to fall asleep." 

"I guess it’s effective...... but I feel like it’s missing something important." 

"Oh, I didn’t expect you to be so sensitive about it, Harusaki." 

"I didn’t expect you so bold. I heard that you were dignified oujou-sama, but this is clearly not the case." 

"Yes, because I am a wolf dressed in a cat’s fur." 

Meow ♪, Masuzu gave out a cat sound. 

"In short, I refuse! It’s impossible for me to use this kind of strategy anyways." 

"You don’t have confidence in your underwear? No wonder you haven’t been able to find a boyfriend." 

"T-the underwear I’m wearing is obviously very cute!" 


A few moments later...... 

Although this is very sudden, I will describe all of our relative positions. 

Masuzu and Chiwa were separated by the clubroom table, both in chairs that faced each other. 

I kneeled a short distance away from the table, overlooking the two girls from the side.

Because I was ordered to sit on the floor, I could see… both of their legs from under the table.

Chiwa’s and Masuzu’s skirt was about twenty centimeters above the knee, since school rules did not allow anything shorter. At this length, the thighs would not be exposed while sitting, not to mention the area “above.”

Nevertheless... 

Yes, ah… nevertheless…… 

"Wuuuuuuuuooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

"W-what are you doing, Ei-kun?! What’s wrong?" 

Because I was so shocked, Chiwa had turned to look at me. 

"N-n-n-no-nothing, nothing! There’s nothing wrong!" 

"If it’s nothing, than be quiet!" 


Just, just now... 

Only for a split-second, Masuzu lifted her own skirt…

Under the table, I could see a slimmer of brilliant, dazzling white thighs. 

I was absolutely sure that it was proof. Masuzu was teasing me, and she definitely let me see it intentionally. 

Chiwa did not notice this extraordinary situation and continued to talk with Masuzu:

"Well, aren’t there any better combat strategies?" 

"Ehh...... Without using a woman’s most powerful weapons? It’s really difficult." 

Masuzu leaned her right hand on her cheek, and gave off the appearance of being contemplative. 

Her left hand grabbed her skirt.

"Woouahauuaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

"I didn’t call you! Shut up!" 

Chiwa forcibly pounded on the table. 

"Ei-kun, you’re acting up too much! Would you rather go kneel in the hallway?" 

“Sorry! I’ll listen!" 

She did it again... 

This time, Masuzu clutched the edge of her skirt, and wavered back and forth as if to seduce me with her dangling clothes.

Her plump and full thighs were faintly discernible on the chair. 

I unconsciously leaned forward. 

That was too shameful! 

"Just let me look at the notebook!”

"No, I can’t let you see "His" final remaining wishes." 

"Well, you cheapskate!" 

"......!" 

The third time, I managed to hold back the sound of my surprised cry, and restrained myself. 

By now, she was in quite a risky position. 

It was rather dim underneath the table, so it was difficult to see clearly. But you could just barely make out perfectly clear white thighs, exposed nearly all the way. 

How strange. 

Actually, it was too strange... 

Generally speaking, at that length revealed, at least, one should be able to see the underwear “inside”, right? 

But since I can’t see it, does that mean she … 

I looked up, and realized Masuzu was also looking at me. 

This was the so-called “talking with your eyes.” It seemed Masazu’s ice-cold eyes said to me:

——What do you think? Did you see it?


I started back at Masuzu, and replied likewise with wide eyes: 

——I didn’t see it! 

——Oh, not enough? 

——That wasn’t the problem!

——Then I’ll lift it higher then.

——Idiot! That would be too bad!

——But you said you couldn’t see, right?

——Even if I couldn’t see it, if you kept going, I’d see something totally different!

"Ei-kun, what are you doing?" 

At the sound of Chiwa’s voice, I sprang up.

Wuahh! I even cried out.

This was such a disgrace..... 

"What have you two been doing? You’ve been staring at each other." 

"N-n-no-nothing!" 

"Right, we haven’t been doing anything." 

Masuzu calmly smiled: 

"Mutual lovers will stare at each other; it’s only natural." 

"I don’t think so? Ei-kun seems shocked with tears in his eyes." 

"It must be because he’s not accustomed to kneeling, so he got a cramp." 

"......Ah, right." 

Although she nodded, Chiwa looked as if she didn’t believe this explanation.

From her understanding, she must have begun to perceive that we weren’t a normal loving couple.


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After a few minutes:

When Chiwa went to the bathroom, I took advantage of the opportunity and violently asked Masuzu:

"W-wh-what was your motive?" 

Masuzu mustered up the courage in her right cheek to say: 

"This was because Eita-kun accused that I was "naked". 

It was rare to see her childish expression. 

I found myself lost in infatuation. 

"Even so, how could you do that right in front of Chiwa!?" 

"But you’re very happy, aren’t you?" 

"I…. wasn’t happy! Chiwa would kill me for it! I could make her so angry!" 

Even so, you’re our grade’s most honorable student. If you do these kinds of things in front of my childhood friend, that’s too embarrassing!" 

Masuzu smiled and said. 

“Harusaki just mentioned something earlier -- can I ask about it?" 

"What is it?" 

"Why are you and Harusaki so close to each other?" 

"Because she is my childhood friend." 

"That’s not the real answer, right?" 

Masuzu smiled wryly. 

"Why, out of all of your "childhood friends," is Harusaki the only one you’re still together with?" 

"Even if you say so, I also......" 

Honestly, I can only say it happened naturally. 

Or was it because I lived very close to her house? 

While I was thinking of how to reply, I remembered extremely irritable: 

"Although you say it like that…" 

Masuzu momentarily interrupted me: 

"I was a little worried that Harusaki will not come to the clubroom, because of the thing that happened yesterday, right? Maybe she would even start talking about the requirements for withdrawing from a club. I even thought about how to persuade her to stay -- but when I came to the clubroom, I saw Harusaki already drinking tea seriously. I didn’t see an ounce of a lost look." 

"So it was like that, after all......" 

The fact that Masuzu thought like that was not at all surprising.

Despite thinking back to yesterday’s hot pot, Doremon, and THANK YOU… Chiwa still acted as though nothing had happened, although she was presumably very frustrated last night. If it were me, I have would been depressed for an entire week. <ref>There’s the Doremon and puffer hot pot again, that I don’t recognize. xDD</ref>

But--

"Chiwa would never give up." 

I conclusively said. 

"Why?" 

"She has never given up anything related to club activities. As long as her goal hadn’t been reached, she would never quit." 

I simply explained to Masuzu why Chiwa had to quite the Kendo Club. 

One year, near summertime, she suffered accident, and was forced to abandon her goal. 

Even so, her cheerful nature did not change, and she still throws herself passionately after new goals. 

"So this was the story, ah..." 

Masuzu sighed, nodded, and said: 

"I understand your response now." 

"Huh?" 

"Eita and Harusaki can carry on, now that you have a reason." 

"Eh?" 

No one said anything about this. 

At this point-- 

Masuzu gently wrapped her arms around my back. 

Her soft body rubbed against me without a hint of shyness. 

Her breasts under her uniform squeezed in shape from the pressure, and my breath instantly stopped. 

"But do not forget." 

Masuzu’s small red mouth opened and closed. 

"Don’t forget, Eita-kun, you're my boyfriend." 

I swallowed: 

"But aren’t I a fake one?" 

"Even though it’s under a false pretense, you are still "mine."

"So—don’t be so friendly with other women when you’re in front of me."

I realized I was sweating on my back. 

It was still a long way before summer.

"Do you seriously understand to what extent you’re involved with me?" 

"To what extent?" 

She pulled her body away from me, and smiled: 

"It’s all… all fake." 

This is... 

This… I really do not understand this bastard woman-- 

Natsukawa Masuzu.

High School freshman, Eita’s girlfriend(?) 

I mean to say, she’s a girl who returned from studying abroad. 

Favorite quote: "If you haven’t gotten them to cry, you can’t give up." <ref>Also from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures.</ref>


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