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

Hiding the Phone

“Umm… Mr. Police Officer, may I please use the phone?”
Shirai-sensei had become totally anxious.

But of course it was a problem for Chuzai-san for her to say that.

“What? N-no… this phone is… um… only for official business…”
is what he said, but because it was odd for a RPS not to let a citizen in crisis use the phone,

“I-I’ll dial. W-what’s the number?”

Chuzai-san was already trying to rip off the panties as he said that. But don’t underestimate nylon. It won’t rip. Especially because we took the strongest one and strengthened the fabric on the back even more. What we feared was that he would bring out scissors, so we had already hidden the scissors and utility knife type items that were around the desk.

The phone rang again.

RiRiRiRiRiRiRiRiRi

“Excuse me Chuzai-san.”
I said while the phone was ringing.

“W-what is it?”

“We’re going to leave now, can we?”

“What?”
Replied Chuzai-san.

“Ehh?”
Replied the teacher.

Chuzai-san had again picked up the phone with his back facing us and,
“H-hello, this is the RPS. Ah, s-sorry about last time.”
He started franticly talking to the school (Chiba-kun) again in a nervous voice.

Ignoring that,
“Sensei, let’s leave. You’ll miss your train.”

“What? What? What?”
As you know by now, women were weak to extremely rapid developments.

Chuzai-san was still on the phone with the school (Chiba-kun).
“What? I don’t need to put her on? Yes?”

As we tried to leave the RPS, Chuzai-san finally got off of his stressful phone call.

“W-wait! G-guys!”

He tried to stop us.

The teachers also asked,
“What is this about, guys?” and glared at us.

Well. This was to be expected.

Saijoh-kun then said,
“Oh. One more thing.”
And took out one book from his bag and lined it up next to the drafting triangle.

That’s right. It was the “Female Teacher Kyoko’s ** Extracurricular Lesson.”

“You delivered this to me the other day, but it’s not mine, so…”

“Hve! Ah, ahh…”
Chuzai faltered. Shirai-sensei’s eyes were darting around. Anzai-sensei, after seeing the title, looked away.

Even Chuzai-san couldn’t come up with an explanation in front of “the real female teacher Kyoko.”

“E-erm… I appreciate it…”
He was silent after this ambiguous reply.

“Well then. Chuzai-san, please eat those chocolates, okay?”

We ignored Chuzai-san and the teachers and triumphantly left the RPS behind us.

Afterwards, the teachers caught up to us in a jog after pardoning themselves with Chuzai-san.

“Y-you guys! Explain what that was all about!”
“Umm. We can explain it, but it might be better if you didn’t hear it?”

That was true. Panties, “outrageous photo print,” an erotic novel with her name on it, and phone calls from school. How were they going to ask their students about this? The teachers also became silent.

Saijoh-kun said,
“Shirai-sensei, we don’t steal other people’s stuff, ok?”

“I, I believe that, but…”

It was a total lie.

Through the lights and shadows of the slowly darkening town, we could hear a war cry like voice from the RPS that we had left far behind.

DAMNNNNNNNNN!!!!!

Volume 4, The End…… is what I would like to say, but

To all of you who were thinking, “the panties that were placed in Chuzai-san’s jacket pockets weren’t used, right?”

You’re very sharp. We set that trap thinking it would be funny if he mistook it for a handkerchief and wiped his sweat with it. But, Chuzai-san didn’t use them till the end. It’s unfortunate but there are always misfires with pranks. Well, even if things had gone well, it’s doubtful that he would have made that mistake.

Anzai-sensei said,
“I have no idea what’s going on… I’ve never had a cold sweat like this.”

“Ah. Sensei, please use this.”
Said Saijoh-kun, yearning for the beautiful Anzai-sensei. He took notice of her needs and offered her a handkerchief.

I was thinking in admiration, “any woman would do, for this guy,” but…

Anzai-sensei who had accepted it went,
“What? What… is this? …… P-panty?”

“Ah… shoot… wrong one…”
You made the mistake!?

That’s right. Saijoh-kun had the underwear that he stole before the operation in his pocket. This guy was guilty after all. Well, we already knew that, but his “we don’t steal other people’s stuff” was laughable.

But Anzai-sensei discovered an unexpected circumstance at this time!

“Hey, this pattern… Wait, what?”

That’s right. The one Saijoh-kun had stolen had the exact same pattern as the one from the RPS trashcan! I shouldn’t say it like this, but even the creases were the same because it had undergone the same treatment… No wonder she was a chemistry teacher. Her observational skills were exceptional. Well, of course, one would expect to remember that much after having to pinch it to throw it away moments ago. It was at this time that I deeply regretted buying two sets of “three for 980 yen.” If this was going to be the case, we should have just used the leopard print…

I don’t even have to say that the next day, Saturday, we were called out and got into a lot of trouble.

And later that next day, Shirai-sensei went with us to the RPS so that we could apologize…

Volume 4 / The End. This time for sure. Thank you very much!

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