Kuroba Akira felt his scalp go numb.
He never, in a million years, expected something this mutually mortifying—for both the person involved and the witness—to happen.
I mean… why hold it until now? You should've gone earlier!
No… because she's borderline, that's exactly why she forced herself to endure it to the very end without being able to say anything out loud… But no matter how embarrassed you are, an emergency like this should take priority, shouldn't it?
Ugh… what can you do.
With a silent sigh, Akira swept his gaze around.
Thankfully, it was already late. The go-home club kids had long since left, and the students with club activities had all gone over to the club building, which was some distance away.
So there was no one near the school building—only Akira had witnessed her leaking on the spot.
But he couldn't let her keep going like this. Sooner or later someone would notice.
And right now, no matter what he said, she probably wouldn't hear it. Besides, she wasn't even finished.
Aizono Momo's face was burning red, her hair plastered messily to her forehead, sweat and tears mingling together.
...
(Anyway, this is where Aizono Momo can't hold it anymore and starts letting it out. The full version's lost to us EN readers :o)
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She clenched her lip hard, trying to stop herself from making any humiliating sounds, but faint sobs still slipped out.
That pitiful look—after leaking—was heartbreaking to see, like she was the most helpless person in the world.
No, seriously—don't just stand there crying… crying doesn't fix anything.
Though… she was kind of pretty when she cried.
Some girls just… suit that expression. Tears like pear blossoms in the rain, little "pearls" spilling down—that was the most irresistibly pitiable moment.
It made you want to pull her into your arms and spoil her, make her keep letting out those tiny broken sounds—
And Akira really did it.
He scooped her up.
Not because he wanted to bully her—he needed to carry her to the bathroom. She was so panicked she couldn't even move.
Before lifting her, he still warned her.
"Momo, lift your skirt. I'm taking you to the bathroom."
"Huh? Ngh…!"
Caught completely off guard, Momo was suddenly lifted into the air. The weightless jolt made her heart leap—and even her crying stopped.
Her body stayed stiff. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but the sudden turn of events shocked the words right out of her.
Her hands didn't know where to go, but the discomfort inside her skirt reminded her of what Akira said, and she hurriedly cooperated, lifting the front hem.
Akira's hands went straight under her skirt to carry her princess-style—mainly so the back of her skirt wouldn't get soaked.
This wasn't the time to worry about flashing. They couldn't let the damage spread.
Even so, the flow was heavy, and during the frantic "transport," it was unavoidable—he left a trail of wet footprints down the hallway.
Her pride was bleeding… and her butt was leaking…
Momo squeezed her eyes shut, trying to escape the inevitable black-history moment being etched into her life forever.
Akira carried her to the women's restroom on the first floor, set her down at the entrance, then calmly started issuing instructions.
"You—go in, finish the rest, and clean yourself up. Me—I'll deal with the 'crime scene.'"
"Ngh… b—"
Momo had barely gotten out a "de—" when Akira shot her down.
"No 'buts.' Go wipe yourself dry. If you don't, the stain on your skirt will only get more obvious. Leave the rest to me. I won't let anyone find out."
"Ngh…! O-okay…"
Blushing beet-red, Momo nodded and scurried into the women's restroom like a defeated stray cat.
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(What happens here is: Aizono Momo goes into a stall and starts taking off her skirt.)
(The back of the skirt is a little wet too, but she can still cover it with her hands.)
(Description of her pantyhose being soaked through; her shoes and short socks are totally wrecked.)
...
Momo didn't want to touch her filthy shoes and socks with her hands, so she could only rub them off with her feet—slipping out of her indoor shoes with her little toes, then using her toes again to peel off her cotton socks.
I should've just worn pantyhose… But it's not like this was my fault—who could've known something like this would happen?!
When girls wore pantyhose, they usually wore two layers of socks—typically sheer stockings plus short socks or no-show socks. The short socks were usually cotton, a material that absorbed sweat more easily.
Because the fibers in stockings were so fine, their sweat absorption was terrible. Add the school's required little leather shoes, and your feet would sweat like crazy. It was uncomfortable, and when you walked, you'd slip around inside—bad for your soles and your ankles.
And if you wore stockings all day in hot weather, the "foot sweat" could ferment and get trapped, breeding that awkward smell—hence the infamous "stinky stocking feet" problem…
A JK who cared about her image definitely wouldn't let her classmates smell her feet, so on days she wore stockings, she'd always wear an extra pair of socks too—usually no-show socks that didn't look obvious.
Only a shut-in homebody like Shiginomiya would wear just stockings, because she stayed home all day, didn't move around much, and didn't go out in them.
She wore stockings purely for Kuroba Akira to look at and touch, so she didn't need extra short socks messing up how his "foot-handling" felt.
...
(Here is where Aizono Momo takes off her shoes and socks… and then comes the final line of defense. You know. Those who get it, get it.)
(Because it's absorbed so much, it feels heavy.)
(It feels so dirty she wants to throw it away, but she's afraid it'll clog the toilet.)
(She wipes herself clean, then feels unbearably ashamed.)
(She realizes that when she was being carried earlier, Kuroba Akira might've gotten some on him too. Next:)
...
"Nnn—!"
Inside the stall, Aizono Momo let out a silent scream.
Th-this… doesn't that mean I basically peed on him?!
Ngh…! Kuroba-kun's body… I got it dirty!
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A/N: Because I have to pad the word count back to the original, I'm forced to add some extra rambling. Sorry, everyone…
This platform's backend is unbelievably braindead. When you edit a chapter, the word count can't be lower than the original word count, so I can't just delete things—I have to make up a new chunk.
The problem is, what am I even supposed to fill it with? Great Heavenly Regulations, why don't you teach me how to revise it?
And they won't even let me use "purple sweet potato pudding." Honestly, it makes me laugh out of sheer anger—so let's talk about something else.
To be blunt, the fact that I'm even willing to cooperate and revise is already professional enough. Plenty of other authors would just lie down and refuse to fix it.
They ban you and tell you to revise. You're not allowed to delete, only add. The plot's already been severed—what am I supposed to "add" to fill it? Like I'm not the one writing the book? Who can take this kind of nonsense?
At this point you might as well let me rewrite an entire chapter—at least I'd get an extra chapter's worth of subscription money.
The most ridiculous part is the review standard. Sigh… I can understand being strict, but I can't accept this outcome.
It just freaks everyone out and drives readers away… People come here to read for fun. Why do we always have to hurt each other?
That's enough rambling. Next time the same thing happens, just skip it. From now on it'll all be handled with two lines of ellipses, with a brief summary of what happens in the middle.
I don't even want to put this in a paid chapter. I wanted to delete this chapter and post it as a free one, but paid chapters can't be deleted casually.
"The ancestors' rules cannot be changed." The codebase is a pile of shit that can't be fixed. It's hilarious.
Rules are dead; people are alive. I don't want to do things this way either. But when the description gets cut, there's genuinely no way to patch it with plot, and I don't want to use AI writing to stuff in filler.
And on the other hand, I did type every word of this myself—though it's all complaining, sure.
But I really have nowhere else to complain, so I'm venting to my dear readers.
I think you're the most direct victims here.
I'm really sorry…
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