In the evening, Kaoru grabbed a change of clothes and headed to the bathhouse with Hashimoto and the others.
The two bathhouses were close to each other.
At the entrance, they could see female students passing by.
Though nothing was exposed, their presence was enough to draw attention, making it hard not to want to follow them inside.
Kaoru undressed in the changing room, only to notice Hashimoto staring intently at his lower half.
"Are you gay?"
"No."
"Am I gay?"
"Dunno. Probably not."
"Then why the hell are you staring at my dick?"
"Even after seeing it two or three times, the sheer size of it is still kinda demoralizing."
Hashimoto wore a wounded expression.
Kaoru glanced at his equipment and thought it wasn't exactly small either.
"You two comparing sizes or something?"
Ishizaki butted in, lowering his voice.
"Listen up, especially you, Mitoma. Don't get cocky—Ryuen's packing way more!"
"Wait, how do you even know that?"
Hashimoto looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"Are you stupid? We've all been bathing together these past few days!"
Ishizaki rolled his eyes. "Weren't you just ogling Mitoma too?"
Hashimoto insisted, "I'm not gay! Can't you tell Mitoma-kun's physique is way better than ours?"
At this, Ishizaki gave Kaoru a once-over and fell silent for a moment.
"Nah, this guy's gonna die on some woman's stomach one day. Ryuen would never."
Kaoru kept a straight face.
These two were definitely gay!
"Huh?! Why's there a girl in here?!"
For some reason, a startled shout came from inside the bathing area.
"Idiot, that's Class D's Okiya! He's a guy!"
"Wait, he's a guy?!"
"Cut it out! Stop calling him 'she'! Okiya, ignore them—come over here."
"Whoa, Okiya, your hands are so pale and tiny…"
'Great. More gay guys inside.'
Kaoru wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped into the bathhouse with a heavy heart, where he ran into Kanzaki Ryuji and Katsuragi—both surrounded by a crowd of boys.
"Go for it, Katsuragi! Fight for Class A's pride!"
"You Class-A punks think you can handle my Holy Sword?!"
"Kanzaki, you're our last hope! Shibata already lost—it's all up to you now!"
"Holy shit, that thing's gonna kill someone!"
The commotion drew Hashimoto and Ishizaki, who rushed over in excitement.
Kaoru didn't need to guess—there was only one thing guys would compete over in a place like this.
After washing up, Kaoru soaked in the bath.
A few others, like from Class D nearby, had no interest in the spectacle.
Admittedly, this delicate boy from Class D had a certain charm.
Through the steamy haze, his face was indistinct, but his petite, snow-white figure was unmistakable—enough to spark some very wrong assumptions.
"Go, Albert! The Black Eagle is invincible!"
"Not fair! This is a battle for Japanese pride!"
"Damn, Ayanokoji, are you on something?!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't go poking people with your stuff!"
Kaoru was about to leave the bathhouse when someone nearby chuckled.
"Sounds fun. Mitoma, wanna have a go too?"
Before he knew it, Ryuuen appeared beside him, his red hair dripping wet, smiling as he looked at him.
"You wanna see mine too?" Kaoru asked.
Ryuuen's smile froze.
Why was he looking at him like that, as if he was some kind of gay guy?
"Can't I?"
"Sure, but can I see yours too?"
"Mitoma."
"What?"
"I'm not gay."
"You don't wanna see anymore?"
"..."
Originally planning to embarrass Kaoru, Ryuuen now found himself in an awkward spot.
"Tyrannosaurus! Thats a fucking Tyrannosaurus! Ayanokoji wins!"
Amid their cheers, Kaoru took a step forward, only for Ryuuen and Hashimoto to call out almost simultaneously.
"There's another tyrannosaurus here!"
...
Stepping out of the bathhouse and breathing in the fresh air, Kaoru decided to forget the earlier experience.
Who would've thought Ayanokoji was hiding such a legendary tool?
Luckily, he wasn't too shabby either, though he seemed to have startled the guy opposite him—his pale face had turned bright red.
"Kaoru, did something happen in there?"
Ichinose Honami and Amikura Mako were standing at the entrance to the women's bath.
The boys' voices had carried through the walls, though not clearly.
"Nothing much, just some boys' games."
Maybe he'd been around guys too long.
Staring at the two girls now, Kaoru found it hard to control the heat rising in him.
Despite having just come from the bath, Ichinose Honami and Amikura Mako weren't showing any skin—they were still in their gym clothes.
But their long hair was tied up, revealing their fair necks slightly from their collars, their delicate earlobes glistening with droplets, looking irresistibly tender and tempting.
Yet, Kaoru couldn't tear his eyes away.
[The one on the right has more wishes. Later, have her ride on top...]
The Wish Machine started rambling again, while Ichinose Honami tilted her head slightly, her puzzled expression somehow alluring to Kaoru.
"Boys' games... is it a secret?"
"Secret."
Ichinose Honami didn't question it.
Even if Kaoru's gaze was a little odd, she didn't mind—if anything, she was used to him staring at her with those lecherous eyes.
Amikura Mako, however, crossed her arms suspiciously, eyeing Kaoru with clear wariness.
"Hmm? What are you all doing here?"
Kushida appeared, having just come out of the women's bath.
Spotting Kaoru, her eyes lit up. "Oh? Mitoma-kun, good evening!"
"Good evening."
Kaoru suddenly recalled Ichinose Honami's earlier words.
Had they been gossiping about him behind his back?
"What were you all talking about?" Kushida Kikyo asked. "A lovers' secret?"
A faint blush spread across Ichinose Honami's cheeks.
Though she'd accepted reality, being teased like this still made her shy.
"Honami, I'm heading back first." Amikura Mako knew her place and had no intention of interrupting their meeting.
"W-wait, Mako!"
Ichinose Honami grabbed her wrist, her face flushing red. "Stay here for a moment."
As Amikura looked at her in confusion, Ichinose nervously glanced around.
Seeing no one nearby, she quickly trotted up to Kaoru.
Kaoru froze for a moment.
Ichinose Honami bit her lip, her face flushed as she looked at him and whispered, "This is a goodnight kiss. Go rest early too, Kaoru. See you tomorrow!"
Before he could react, the girl had already scampered back, taking Amikura Mako's hand.
Amikura Mako glanced at Kaoru, barely suppressing a laugh—who knew this guy could look so dumbstruck?
"A goodnight kiss from your girlfriend, huh? Not bad," Kushida Kikyo remarked with a teasing smirk.
Kaoru touched his lips.
This girl had stirred him up and just left like that?
"Kikyo."
"I wouldn't do something like that. You can get her back tomorrow."
"Come here for a second."
Kushida blinked.
'Was he planning to vent the frustration his girlfriend had stirred up on her?'
Well… that didn't sound too bad.