"Wait, wait! Moe-chan, your skirt! You forgot your skirt!"
"...Ah!!!"
Aizono Moe genuinely hadn't noticed she wasn't wearing her skirt. Just moments ago, she'd been completely immersed in those constantly appearing fantasies and increasingly vivid compositional scenes. Then she'd heard Kuroha-kun's voice, and her first reaction was pure instinct—obey the command and rush out of the toilet stall to see him.
So when Kuroha-kun reminded her, she finally remembered that her skirt was still draped over the toilet tank. And her completely soaked panties? Those were lying in a sad little heap on the floor.
But she didn't run back immediately. Instead, she desperately grabbed the front hem of her school uniform and yanked it downward, trying to cover herself.
And then another "charming weakness" of having large breasts kicked in: because her chest propped up the top part of her clothes, no matter how hard she pulled, the hem wouldn't go down. In fact, the pulling just made the shape of her chest even more prominent.
Truly a blessing and a curse.
After seeing everything he definitely shouldn't have seen—and definitely hadn't asked to see—Kuroha Akira finally covered his eyes and looked down at the floor.
"What are you waiting for? Go back and put your skirt on already…"
"Ah, yes!"
Receiving the next command was like a lifeline. Aizono Moe breathed a sigh of relief, then turned and scurried back into the women's restroom.
The reason she hadn't immediately run back earlier was also a matter of priorities. Kuroha-kun had called her out. After being called out, Aizono Moe was more concerned about why Kuroha-kun had called her than about her own state of undress. So she'd been waiting for his instructions.
Plus, her imagination was still constantly disrupting her mind. For a brief, insane moment, she'd wondered: Could Kuroha-kun actually want me to go back in my current state?
Thank goodness there's no one else in the hallway… Otherwise, I'd really die of shame…
It's fine if only Kuroha-kun saw it… Anyway, even if he saw it, he wouldn't dislike me…
It's just a little embarrassing, dirtying his eyes like this…
But I don't want anyone else to see…
Although there's no one in the teaching building now, what about outside school…
Waaah…
A faint urge to pee resurfaced—though it probably wasn't actually the urge to pee at this point. Her brain was so occupied by various terrible thoughts that the already clumsy Aizono Moe completely overlooked one critical problem after she turned around.
Because she'd been pulling so hard on the front hem of her uniform, when she turned to escape into the women's restroom, her entire backside was exposed.
A white-pink, plump, fertile-looking peach butt—and yes, her rear was just as generously proportioned as her chest. Kuroha Akira could even see two faint red marks on the gluteal crease of her thighs. It seemed she'd been sitting on the toilet for quite a while.
So careless… But… thanks for the meal.
Kuroha Akira now understood why so many adult manga loved featuring "natural" or "clumsy" female protagonists. They were just so easy to get.
Back inside the stall, Aizono Moe put her skirt back on. But she couldn't wear anything else—her panties and stockings were soaked beyond salvage. She couldn't just leave them there, either. After hesitating for a few seconds, even though she felt a bit disgusted, she stepped on the four-piece set—indoor shoes, pantyhose, short socks, and panties—with her bare feet.
Like stomping grapes. After squeezing out all the liquid, she picked up the smelly bundle from the floor, rolled it into a ball, and prepared to take it home for proper disposal.
Just as she was about to leave, Aizono Moe noticed the messy state of the stall floor—all her doing. Unwilling to trouble others (a lifelong character trait), she naturally wanted to clean up her own mess. She reached for toilet paper, but found there was barely any left. She'd used most of it already wiping herself down.
Then I'll go to another stall to get some…
Thinking this, Aizono Moe opened the stall door, ready to step out.
And then tragedy struck.
Because at this moment, she was barefoot.
When she'd come out to see Kuroha-kun earlier, it had been fine—the floor had just been wiped clean, so it wasn't very slippery. But she'd forgotten that she'd just stepped on that four-piece set to squeeze out the remaining liquid. That had made the soles of her feet wet and slick again.
Coupled with her urgency and general clumsiness…
She slipped.
And landed right in the puddle of liquid she'd just squeezed out.
The pain was nothing compared to the horror that flooded her mind. Her first thought wasn't ouch.
Now even the last clean skirt is ruined…
Not only was the stall now filled with that distinctive smell, but she was also covered in it.
Aizono Moe was once again completely flustered. This time, she was truly wronged to the extreme. The bitterness in her heart spread like a pervasive fog, gradually enveloping her entire being. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Outside, Kuroha Akira naturally heard the sound of a pelvis making intimate, violent contact with the floor. He couldn't help but sigh.
Oh my god… Clumsy girls provide a lot of fan service, but they also cause just as much trouble…
Messes made in manga get glossed over with a nosebleed and a "Yamete!" But in the real world? You have to actually clean this stuff up.
No wonder Shirai Shiori took care of Aizono Moe like a mother hen. It wasn't excessive worry—it was because Aizono Moe genuinely needed that level of care.
Since he couldn't exactly call Shirai over right now, Kuroha Akira could only glance around, confirm that no one else was nearby, and then quietly ask inside,
"Moe-chan, there's no one else in the restroom right now, is there?"
Hearing Kuroha-kun's voice, Aizono Moe felt a small wave of relief. Her tears didn't fall—she bit her lip tightly and held them back.
"Mm…"
"Alright. Then please don't tell anyone else. I'm coming in."
"Eh? Eh?!"
Kuroha Akira stealthily and quickly slipped into the women's restroom.
Actually, this wasn't his first time in a women's restroom. Don't misunderstand—he certainly wasn't a pervert. It was just that in his previous life, during high school cleaning duty, he'd been forced to clean the women's restroom. And he wasn't alone—the homeroom teacher supervised, and some girls helped too.
Back in student days, there were no dirty thoughts. Kuroha Akira still remembered that all the boys, himself included, hated cleaning toilets—and especially hated cleaning women's toilets. Simply because it was embarrassing to talk about.
But now… it was still embarrassing.
But desperate times called for desperate measures.
Sorry, Moe-chan. This is for your own good.
If he got discovered, his second life would be over on the spot. He'd better finish up fast.
Maybe because there were no urinals, the women's restroom floor looked much cleaner than the men's. But precisely because of that, the light yellow stains Aizono Moe had left behind stood out like sore thumbs.
Aizono Moe sat miserably on the floor, head bowed, not daring to meet Kuroha-kun's eyes—like she wanted to hide herself in some deserted corner of the universe.
Kuroha Akira didn't say anything to her. He just grabbed a mop from the utility closet, trying to recall his past-life experience cleaning women's restrooms, channeling that same motivation of "finish quickly and GTFO before anyone sees me" fueled by sheer embarrassment.
He made quick work of the cleanup. After pulling Aizono Moe up from the floor, he was about to say something encouraging when—
Click. Click. Click.
Footsteps. Getting closer.
Oh no. Is that a teacher?
They were probably making rounds to shoo students out of the building. If he got caught here, it'd be game over. Mud on his pants. No way to clear his name.
But unexpectedly, Aizono Moe reacted faster than Kuroha Akira.
She immediately shoved him into one of the stalls, pressed him against the toilet, and whispered urgently in his ear, "Lift your feet, Kuroha-kun!"
Kuroha Akira got the hint instantly. He lifted both legs, used them to pull the stall door shut, and—
BOOF.
Aizono Moe straddled him, and Kuroha Akira got hit by a full-on fleshy, milky impact to the face.
Just then, the patrolling female teacher walked into the women's restroom. She glanced down, saw someone's feet in one of the stalls, and called out,
"Anyone still in here? It's almost time to lock up."
"Yes… Sensei, I'm on my period and my stomach really hurts… I'll be quick, I promise."
"I see. Please hurry up, student. I'm about to lock the main gate."
"Yes…"
The teacher wrinkled her nose slightly. This restroom smells a bit strong… And why is that student sitting facing the toilet? And she's not even wearing shoes or socks…
A bit puzzled, she suddenly remembered the ghost stories about this particular restroom. A shiver ran down her spine, and she decided not to linger. She turned and left.
Phew… That was close.
Kuroha Akira let out a massive sigh of relief. This was probably the second most tense moment since his transmigration—the first being when he'd saved Tashiro Kurenai from hanging herself.
Sure, Aizono Moe had been nothing but trouble earlier, but this one act completely evened the score. Kuroha Akira was genuinely grateful—she'd just saved him from a social-death crisis.
Just as he barely lifted his head, freeing his face from its fleshy prison, and was about to thank Aizono Moe and remind her she could get up now…
Drip.
Something warm landed on the bridge of his nose.
Tears? Was she crying again?
Kuroha Akira wiped his hand and looked.
Bright red.
Another drop fell—straight into his open mouth.
His tongue registered a salty, metallic taste.
…Blood.
Aizono Moe had a nosebleed.