v2 22 Mar 2007 02:35 pm
Shoplifting Suspect 1
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Even though our counterattack had succeeded, the next day’s trip to school was a depressing one for me. In any case, some of the girls in my class had seen me with a stack of the super porno mag “** Fan” on my bike. Probably by now, the news had gotten around and rumors that I was a terrible pervert had been started and spread.
By the way, my class had 38 students in it, of which, fortunately for us guys, 24 were girls. Of course, this was a bad thing in a situation like mine. It meant that over half of the class would “treat me as if I was a pervert.”
I got to the class and slid open the heavy door. At that moment, I could feel the cold gazes from the girls. “G-g-good morning…” I said in a monotone voice. Usually the girls were almost too loud, but today, I didn’t receive one response. Not only that, but I received unneeded inquiries from some annoying guys such as
“so you were packing porno mags?”
And it showed me that the topic had spread to the whole class. I hadn’t experienced this kind of atmosphere since the “stray goat incident 1, 2, 3” in elementary school.
But because the guys had asked me these questions, I was given a chance to explain myself. Using all the words I knew, I explained that “they were Saijoh’s” and that it was the Chuzai-san that had placed them there, but because the latter had the occupation of “police officer,” the girls didn’t try to believe it.
It’s because you girls don’t know that Chuzai very well…
By the way, because we were just wholesome (were we?) high schoolers, it’s not as if we were thinking about pranks all the time. We had our high school life, too. Even if you were a perverted ex-convict, who was the pits, schoolwork was still important. At this time, midterms had come upon us.
A couple days after this, I was with Saijoh-kun and a new character, Murayama-kun, at the bookstore. Without saying, we were there to look for study guides for our midterms. On this day however, that abominable incident occurred.
“Hey, Saijoh.”
A voice was heard from nowhere.
As Saijoh-kun was looking around,
“Hey, Girl Bike.”
There’s only one person who calls me Girl Bike.
Then on the other side of the bookshelves,
“CHUZAI!”
Chuzai-san was motioning to us from the other side of the bookshelves. Today he was in uniform.
I had a veeeeeeery bad feeling about this, but it was the power of the state. I couldn’t not go.
“What is it?”
We asked together and approached the strangely smirking Chuzai-san.
It was the adult magazine section. Argh, I don’t like even remembering this, but “adult magazines” are an integral part of this story. How pitiful.
After we got right in front of Chuzai-san, he said,
“you know what…” in a whisper. Without thinking we got closer to listen.
At that moment, Chuzai-san suddenly grabbed our arms and said,
“You guys! What are you doing!? I won’t forgive you this time!”
as he dragged us out of the store.
“W-what is it? All of a sudden!”
He didn’t answer our obvious questions and said,
“I’ll listen to your explanation at the station!”
He gave a nod to the bookstore owner and led us out of the bookstore.
The other customers were confused. Of course they were. High school students were being led out by a police officer pulling on their arms. On top of that, it was the adult magazine section.
No matter how you look at this, it looks as if we were shoplifting porno mags…
OH…!
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