Chapter 6

He had manga and games to pass the time; he felt uncomfortable even for a second outside the tent.

After checking that there were no flaws outside the tent, Kitakami Yoru crawled directly in.

The tent's interior space was large; originally two people were supposed to sleep in one, but he occupied one all by himself.

There was no problem inside the tent either.

Kitakami Yoru crawled out of the tent again, and just then a pair of white-stockinged calves walked by not far from his tent.

Both sides were startled.

"What are you doing!" Eriri was a bit exasperated.

She had a flash of inspiration and finally thought of a way to retaliate against Kasumigaoka Utaha.

It was all forgotten in an instant.

"So it was you?"

Seeing that the person who startled her was Kitakami Yoru, Eriri's expression changed instantly.

She held her head high, puffed out her small chest, crossed her arms, and looked down at Kitakami Yoru with a look of disdain and disgust.

Kitakami Yoru took in Eriri's expression, apologized, and immediately shrank back into the tent.

"Dead fat otaku, really disgusting, really bad luck~"

(￣～￣) Chew!

Eriri chewed her mouth empty, walking away with a depressed face.

Seeing Kitakami Yoru, she uncontrollably had a book she had read not long ago appear in her mind.

The early art style was quite good; it was a beautiful pure love story about a cute blonde twin-tailed loli young lady and her childhood sweetheart.

The art style changed drastically in the middle; a fat dead otaku whose figure, hairstyle, and looks were inexplicably similar to Kitakami Yoru accidentally learned the blonde twin-tailed loli's unspeakable secret.

The story took a divine turn and became NTR.

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And it was drawn very beautifully, very realistically.

She is the H doujin artist Kashiwagi Eri, which is an unspeakable secret, and also the blonde twin-tailed loli, who has a childhood sweetheart she likes.

The sense of immersion was too strong; Eriri was disgusted at the time and was even mocked by her good friend and sister Izumi Sagiri.

It was hard to forget, but now those terrible memories were evoked because of Kitakami Yoru.

Fortunately, this is reality.

Her secret won't be discovered, and she will never have anything to do with such a disgusting dead fat otaku...

Kitakami Yoru hid in the tent for a while, confirmed that Eriri had walked far away, and then went out to get his luggage bag.

"Today is really bad luck..." While unzipping, Kitakami Yoru sighed.

And made up his mind that he must stay far away from beautiful women in the future.

Especially arrogant young ladies like Eriri who look at him with their nostrils; he really doesn't like them.

"Swish swish---"

Kitakami Yoru poured out the things in his travel bag.

Sleeping bag, food, mobile phone, manga...

"Huh, did I accidentally take the wrong book bag?" Kitakami Yoru suddenly asked.

Several foot-fetish books and several hypnosis books that would make people die socially if seen were poured out of his book bag.

Immediately, Kitakami Yoru threw them aside; he had read them dozens of times and they were already worn out.

After organizing the supplies he brought, Kitakami Yoru started eating lunch.

At this time.

An alluring fragrance drifted from outside the tent, and Kitakami Yoru was fished out like a fish.

Under the coconut tree shade not far away, two large iron pots were set up to cook things.

Everyone was gathered nearby, holding tableware, with Pure Academy and Mixed Academy students chatting and laughing, looking quite harmonious.

"Hey, everyone come over and have lunch together, don't eat what you brought..."

"And those few, the sun is still out, if you want to swim, wait until sunset, you can rest after lunch."

Kitakami Yoru sniffed hard and crawled back into his little nest.

The tent campsite was pitched under a large tree shade, with men and women separated by twenty meters.

With the cool, salty sea breeze, Kitakami Yoru slept directly until evening.

He took a sip of water and crawled out of the tent to go to the restroom.

He found many people wearing swimsuits, swimming by the sea, beachcombing, picking up shells, digging for crabs.

Some people went to the nearby forest to pick up firewood and build a bonfire.

In short, they were having a great time.

After secretly finishing the restroom, Kitakami Yoru quickly crawled back into the tent.

He had been thinking about the treasure chest on Kasumigaoka Utaha's head until night.

He really wanted to shower now, but the shower room had limited space.

And he didn't want to run into anyone, so he decided to go in the middle of the night.

Suddenly, a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted outside.

Kitakami Yoru quietly poked his head out; the calm sea reflected a huge bonfire.

"So they're having a bonfire party." Kitakami Yoru knew this had nothing to do with him and shrank back into the tent to sleep for a while.

But he couldn't sleep.

People outside were singing around the bonfire, playing games, going up to introduce themselves, telling stories, etc.

It went on until the middle of the night before it stopped, and they went to shower one after another.

Until the middle of the night, two o'clock in the morning.

Kitakami Yoru, with dark circles under his eyes, relied on his mobile phone light to go to the bungalow to shower and wash up.

Not long after he left, a mobile phone light lit up.

It went out not long after, and lit up again a few minutes later, flickering around the campsite.

A while later.

Kitakami Yoru returned from showering and found lights flashing near his tent.

He thought, could it be that someone was dissatisfied with him, hated him, and came to destroy his tent?

So, he ran back quickly.

"Phew..."

"Fortunately, it's fine, I guess I thought too much."

Kitakami Yoru yawned, the heavy dark circles under his eyes declaring his sleepiness.

He dived into the tent and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

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6: Kitakami Yoru Did It

"Ah!"

"My... my stockings and panties?!"

Inside the two-person tent, Kasumigaoka Utaha, with disheveled hair, screamed in a panic, clutching her head.

"What's wrong?"

Shinomiya Kaguya, sleeping on the side, opened her eyes in a daze, looking at Kasumigaoka Utaha with a somewhat dull expression.

The two were assigned to sleep in the same tent.

"The panties and stockings I wore yesterday and changed out of are gone!" Kasumigaoka Utaha's wine-red beautiful eyes widened unconsciously, and she said while taking a deep breath.

"Could it be that I accidentally took the wrong ones?" Shinomiya Kaguya sat up and reached for her bag.

"If that's the case, that would be for the best..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned, seemingly remembering that she had clearly put away her panties and stockings last night, so Shinomiya Kaguya shouldn't have taken them by mistake.

Of course, if they were taken by mistake, that would be best.

Otherwise, they were stolen!

"Rip!"

Shinomiya Kaguya unzipped her small bag.