7.2
At the exact same time that I left the men’s locker room, something happened in the girls’ area. It was the kind of spectacle those three idiots longed to see. The camera recorded all the sounds and images.
“This is kind of neat, isn’t it? Using the school pool outside of class, I mean,” said Kushida, putting her bag in her locker.
Ichinose, who was changing right next to Kushida, quickly grabbed her clothes. “Yeah. It feels kind of like when you go to the public pool just to goof off,” she replied.
“Ichinose-san, you have such an amazing figure. You’re so well-proportioned,” said Kushida, sighing as if lovestruck.
Ichinose, seeming a little embarrassed, looked over at Kushida. “You have a great figure too, Kushida-san. I wouldn’t compare us.”
chinose was the clear winner in terms of breast size, but Kushida could hold her own. Meanwhile, Sakura, whose breasts were just as big as Ichinose's, if not bigger, kept her distance from the other two as she started changing. Even being around other girls made her deeply self-conscious. It was inevitable she'd be nervous at the pool. Unlike in swim class, though, her salvation was the rash guard that would completely hide her upper body. For someone shy like Sakura, the item was a lifesaver.
“Ichinose-san, could you please not stare at me?” said Horikita, noticing Ichinose’s passionate gaze. She stopped changing, as if revulsed.
“Oh, sorry, sorry! It’s just… How do I put it? Your skin is so flawless and clear, Horikita-san. I was entranced. I thought I’d admire a cute girl, as a fellow girl, you know? Kikyou-chan, you agree with me, right?” asked Ichinose.
“Yeah, Horikita-san is really cute,” replied Kushida.
“………”
Horikita resumed changing with a beleaguered sigh.
“You know, you did come out with us today. I didn’t think you’d be interested in something like this,” said Ichinose.
“I’m not here because I like this kind of thing. Sometimes you just have to grin and bear it, regardless of your wishes,” said Horikita.
“Hmm? That’s kind of confusing, Horikita-san.”
Naturally, Horikita couldn’t tell anyone how Ayanokouji had called in a favor to make her come along. She would take the humiliation of trapping her arm in a water bottle to her grave. Why did I panic? And why did I call him? she kept asking herself, lamenting the fact that Ayanokouji had learned of it.
“Why don’t you try changing without talking to me?” she retorted, instead of explaining her comment.
Rejected by Horikita, Ichinose looked around for her next target. She sighted Sakura, sneakily hiding in the back of the locker room. Ichinose, who subscribed to a philosophy of "Nobody gets left behind!", wanted to be friends with everyone. This included Sakura, who was clearly trying to hang back.
Even though Ichinose wasn’t familiar with Class D’s internal politics, she could easily tell that Sakura needed gentle handling. Ichinose wouldn’t push enough to make her uncomfortable, but didn’t want to completely ignore her, either. At first glance, Sakura looked to be the withdrawn, mature type, and Kushida and Horikita clearly weren't trying to talk to her more than they had to. But even if Sakura was shy, Ichinose was sure she could open up to people she came to trust over time. If that were true, Ichinose could eventually become friends with Sakura as well.
“It’s been a while since we last met, hasn’t it, Sakura-san? I suppose, since we’re from different classes, we don’t run into each other all that often,” said Ichinose.
“Y-yeah, I suppose so,” replied Sakura.
“Honami-chan, you already know Sakura-san? That’s surprising,” said Kushida, feeling doubtful of the relationship between Sakura and Ichinose.
“We know each other from a while back. Right?” said Ichinose.
“Y-yes,” said Sakura, looking more rigid than expected. She avoided eye contact while she spoke.
Her shy mannerisms threw Ichinose for a loop, but she persisted.
“But even so…”
Ichinose gave Sakura’s body a quick glance, without staring too openly. Sakura’s facial features really were cute. She was slender, but still had some meat on her bones, and her breasts looked like something you’d see on a magazine model. Ichinose looked her up and down with a man’s attentive gaze.
With looks like these, Sakura—who was the type of girl most people found themselves wanting to protect—could probably have become the most popular girl in the school if she’d just been more outgoing.
“That reminds me, Honami-chan. You were with Kanzaki-kun today, too. Could I ask you a little about that?” said Kushida.
“Huh? What about Kanzaki-kun?” replied Ichinose.
Sakura, recognizing that this was her chance to escape, shifted away from Ichinose.
“Well, a girl in our class is interested in Kanzaki-kun. I wanted to ask you a few things,” said Kushida.
“Wow. Kanzaki-kun is surprisingly popular. Girls in our class seem to like him, too. But I don’t think he’s dating anyone right now,” said Ichinose.
“I see. In that case, I think I’ll tell her to call him.”
“Yeah, yeah. Kanzaki-kun will like that, I think. Probably.”
“Why ‘probably’?” Kushida laughed at getting such a vague answer.
“He’s a man of few words, you know? Which is fine, I suppose, but he completely lacks assertiveness. I don’t understand him well,” added Ichinose.
“I see. I guess he is hard to interpret, isn’t he?”
At that point, Ichinose seemed to notice that everyone else was almost done changing. “Whoa, we need to catch up!”
She started pulling her clothes off quickly, without grace, as if she were a boy. Her breasts jiggled. Even Horikita, who was trying not to show any interest, shifted her attention for a moment. Ichinose's proportions were devastating enough to one-hit KO most men. It was hard to believe she was a first-year high school student.
“When did you get those breasts?”
“Huh? You mean, when did they get big? I guess in my third year of junior high. They just kept growing bigger and bigger. Why?” asked Ichinose.
“Oh, I understand. That must be why you don’t know what to do with them.” If Ichinose had developed rapidly, in under a year, it was no wonder that she still hadn’t adjusted to her body’s changes.
Ichinose finished putting on her swimsuit and grabbed her locker key. “All right! All done changing!” she shouted at the other girls lagging behind. “I’m going on ahead!”
Ichinose left at a run, her excitement to get to the pool clearly bubbling over.
“She’s like a human typhoon, isn’t she?” said Horikita. She was neither praising nor criticizing Ichinose, just making an observation.
Horikita wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, but Kushida responded. “When Ichinose-san is around, everyone seems to smile.”
Horikita glanced briefly at Kushida, but didn’t answer. Meanwhile, Kushida, always sensitive to her surroundings, shifted her attention to the other girls who’d just entered the locker room.
“Oh, Karuizawa-san? Good morning! You came here to hang out?” asked Ichinose.
“What a coincidence! We’re here to swim, too.” Kushida couldn’t hide her surprise. Karuizawa almost never swam during class.
“Heh.”
With that brief response, Karuizawa and the two girls who entered with her headed toward the lockers all the way in the back of the room. She touched the grating across the vent, and it came off without much effort. That wasn’t due to her superhuman strength. Someone had entered the locker room yesterday and carefully unfastened all the screws with a Philips screwdriver.
“Ugh. They’re seriously doing it. These guys are the lowest of the low—complete perverts,” Karuizawa muttered.
She found the RC car up against the vent opening. Its camera’s gleaming lens captured the girls’ locker room at an excellent angle. The light next to the monitor glowed a faint red, which meant the camera was in the middle of recording.
Doing as Ayanokouji had instructed her ahead of time, Karuizawa removed the memory card. She replaced it with a new memory card with no data, and put the car back in the vent.
“That takes care of that.” Soon, the RC car would return to its owner. “He’s the only one who really…”
As exasperated as Karuizawa was by the guys’ grossness, her thoughts turned to the only person who acted to stop them from carrying the plan out: Ayanokouji. If Ayanokouji hadn’t done something, her classmates, and even girls from other classes, would’ve had their naked bodies seen without their knowledge. Even worse, those images would’ve been saved forever.
“Kei-chan, is everything okay?”
Sonada, Karuizawa’s classmate, spoke behind her. Ishikura, the third girl, also looked at Karuizawa with an uneasy expression.
“Ah, yeah. Thanks. I’m good now.”
Karuizawa had used her friends to shield herself from view as she bent down to the vent, just like the guys had done in the other locker room. She’d even procured the keys to all the nearby lockers beforehand, so people would see them marked as full, and not use them. Now, Karuizawa calmly and carefully returned those keys one by one, taking care not to look too nervous.
She didn’t explain what she was doing to her friends. They were people who obediently followed instructions without requiring explanations. They were not strong-willed, and they feared being ostracized. Karuizawa kept such people around on purpose.
After she finished changing, and confirmed that no other Class D students were around, Karuizawa thanked the girls she was with.
“I have a little business to take care of later. Will you two be here?”
“Ah, yeah. We were thinking of swimming. Right?”
The two girls nodded to each other. Karuizawa said nothing in response.
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