Rigel had carried the girl all the way to the front of the infirmary. There, she had said "U-um… to the restroom…" in a voice so soft and embarrassed that her face was bright red.
That cuteness made even Rigel grin unconsciously. But Rigel was a piece of trash that refused to be satisfied with just that. He had deliberately said "Oh, you want to wash your hands?" and started walking toward the washroom.
"Alright, examiner. Please lead the way."
"Y-yes…"
The examiner obediently started walking. If they kept going like this, they would truly head to the washroom instead of the toilet. The girl, whose urge to defecate was growing stronger by the second, finally gave up and shouted.
"U-um!"
"Hm? What is it? You've been saying that over and over."
Rigel turned around. He was grinning.
(Uuu… This is so embarrassing…)
The girl felt like crying from shame. Still, she judged that it was better than being taken to the washroom and leaking there.
(Already… I can't hold back anymore!)
