“Bokuchu” Us vs the Police: 700-Day War

The next day, in order to avoid the RPS, we again took the alternate route with the steep hill. There’s something not right about having to avoid the police as a high schooler… The dark clouds cast over my life were making the pedals even heavier.

Of all things, it was a “buttered” challenge to battle… Of course, the butter was only spread on the censored parts, so the objective was obvious even to someone who had never heard of that rumor. “Stains” only to those parts… On all the pages… Saijoh…

To our joy, we didn’t see Chuzai-san that morning. Though, it was hard for us to believe that Chuzai-san would do nothing, so we were already thinking of the next plan.

Our premonitions were true. It happened after all the classes were over and we were leaving the school.

By the way, do you remember from the previous skirmish described in “We are the wind” that I rode a girl bike? Because of this, I was called “Girl Bike (Mamachari)” till the end by Chuzai-san. Most male students at the time rode high speed sport bikes, so in that respect, I was a little different.

Our school bike parking area wasn’t organized, but because people parked their bikes in the groups that they came in, it was cleanly split between girls and boys. The sides were called “girls’ parking” and “boys’ parking,” respectively.

The club activities were over and I was about to leave school with two of my friends when I realized…

My bike’s gone.

WHY?

“Hey, I rode my bike to school today, right?”
“There’s no other way, is there?”

Was it stolen? But why would they take an ugly girl bike not even worth mentioning?

After looking around, I found it. My girl bike was parked in the girls’ parking.

?????

Then my friend said,
“hey, there’s something tied to the luggage rack.”

There was something. I wonder what it was. As I headed over to my bike…

There was a stack of “** Fan”! About 4 of them were tightly tied with packing string.

He got us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On top of that, we were in the girls parking area. Judging by how few bikes were left, most of the girls with bikes nearby had seen it???

The blood drained from my face. I felt dizzy.

“W-we have to get it off.”
“T-that’s true. More girls might come.”

But the packing string was a lot harder to remove than bungee cord, and it was tied on very tight.

A couple girls came by to get their bikes during that time, so we were forced to awkwardly cover up the porno mags on the luggage rack.

“Crap. I can’t untie iiiiit.”
“It’s Chuzai”
“He really got us…”

Now wasn’t the time to admire his work.

Just at that time, two girls from our grade came to get their bikes and said to us,

“Hey, what are you guys doing?”

Dang it…

“N-nothing. Go away!”

“That’s so… suspicious.”

Usually, we were the ones who wanted to approach girls, but this time it was different.

“It’s nothing so go away. Good bye. See you again tomorrow!”

“You’re hiding something”
“N-n-n-no, we’re not! W-w-we love you so get away! See you tomorrow. Okay? Okay?”

The girls got even closer! We were trapped! If they saw these, I wouldn’t be able to come to school tomorrow. If these were normal porno mags, then maybe, but this was “** Fan.” Even the covers were at a different level. We tightened our guard.

But

“What are you hidin-”

They saw it.

Ahh, mother. Thank you for raising me until now. My life will now end. At least for my funeral, please don’t invite Saijoh…
(from Bohemian Rhapsody)

“You’re the pits!!!”

“It’s not what you think! This is… this… is…”

The girls left as though they were running away.

“It’s not what you think” Think… think… think… think

My words sadly echoed through the bike parking area.

Continues to volume 2 chapter 3. Eight more issues left. What will happen to me, a pits pervert…?

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