Can I Still Be Your Heroine Even Though I'm Your Teacher?-Chapter 4Volume 3 .6 - To Continue or Not?

To Continue or Not? 6

“Hmm, I wonder what would change Nishiki’s mind.”

Akira frowned in puzzlement and crossed her arms.

“It’s useless to say anything clumsy now.”

“Then, I’ll tell you something good.”

“What is it?”

“You think I’m bad at waking up in the morning, right?”

“If I don’t call you, you’ll be late.”

“I didn’t want to go to school in the spring, but now it’s different.”

“What do you mean?”

“The whole thing about me being bad at waking up early is a lie. I’m always up before Nishiki’s morning calls. In fact, I’m waiting for the phone to ring.”

“A lie?”

“Uh-huh.”

“But you always sound sleepy over the phone.”

“That’s just an act. I guess you never noticed.”

Seriously?

I’ve been fooled by Akira’s act for over half a year.

“Then there’s no point in me calling.”

“There is a point. It means I get to talk to you every morning, Nishiki.”

The shocking truth was revealed.

The words Kaguya told me echoed in my mind.

It seems that the saying “A woman in love tells lies” is indeed true.

“When I asked you to play the boyfriend role, I said it would be the last morning call, right? That’s how serious I am.”

Even teenage girls play games of love.

It’s only the boys who don’t notice. Realizing my own immaturity sends shivers down my spine.

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My own leisurely and foolish behavior seems absurdly comical.

Akira, who I thought was clumsy, turned out to be much more adept.

“Think it over and let me hear your answer to my confession. So, the morning calls end a step ahead. You don’t have to call me from tomorrow.”

She was the only one who said what she wanted and looked relieved.

Meanwhile, I, who had been confessed to on the way home after dropping off a classmate in the residential area at night, was left hanging, unable to settle things.

It’s unsettling...

Akira suddenly turned her gaze to the side and noticed the presence of a vending machine that wasn’t for drinks.

“Hey, can you still buy from this?”

Akira pointed excitedly.

The vending machine standing next to the one for drinks was small and old-fashioned.

It was selling rubbers.

The contents were the same as those I’d seen in convenience stores and drugstores.

“Is this how they’re sold?”

I could only say something safe out of confusion.

Any topic was fine if it diverted from the confession.

It was incredibly liberal in the past to have such things installed openly around town.

There must have been a demand for it when convenience stores and drugstores weren’t open late like they are now.

The night time somehow always brings erotic thoughts to mind, and vending machines are convenient because you can buy without facing anyone.

“Huh, that’s interesting. Oh, you can’t use electronic money.”

Akira said, inserting coins.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Just thought I’d try buying one.”

“Why?!”

“Look, it worked. Check it out.”

“Don’t just casually hand out something like that in the middle of the street.”

“Nobody’s looking.”

“I am, right?”

“But it’s reassuring to have it just in case, right?”

“What kind of worry is that?!”

“Here, I’ll give it to you.”

Akira tried to place the small box containing the rubber into my hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I twisted my body to escape Akira’s overly aggressive behavior.

“I don’t want it!”

Akira grabbed my arm.

“If we start dating, you can use this.”

Akira whispered, her face turning bright red.

“...”

“You hesitated just now. Nishiki, you pervert!”

“It’s natural for a guy!”

Akira forcefully shoved the small box into my bag.

“Hey!”

“Don’t you dare throw it away!”

“Don’t force it on me!”

I couldn’t help but raise my voice in the middle of the street.

“Because girls can’t put it on〜!”

“When it’s used, it’s a set thing between a man and a woman!”

“It’s not confirmed yet!”

“Take it home even if you don’t need it! You bought it yourself!”

“My parents will misunderstand if they find it!”

“Hide it well so you don’t get caught!”

“Or are you coming to my place now? My parents aren’t coming home tonight.”

“〜〜〜〜are you crazy?!”

“Nishiki, you chicken!”

“I have some decency!”

“When you do it, make sure to wear it because I hate it otherwise!”

Akira seemed satisfied with my reaction and walked away.

“Aren’t you going to let me walk you home?”

“Planning to become a real wolf in sheep’s clothing?”

“I’ll make sure to leave at your front door!”

“It’s close by, so I’m fine here. Good night!”

Kuhouin Akira dropped a tremendous bombshell and left.

My heart is still pounding wildly.

“What am I supposed to do now?”

After parting ways with Akira, I walked home with a restless feeling weighing on me.

The complexity of a young man’s heart.

I wish I could just secretly throw it away in a trash can on the street and be done with it. But as a clear statement of intent, it’s too powerful.

Foolishly, I find myself excited at the mere chance of using it.

If ever such a moment should come, I want to handle it smoothly.

I don’t want the mood to be killed just because I don’t have a condom, nor do I want to show an uncool side of myself to my partner.

—But who would the partner be?

“There’s no harm in being prepared.”

I tell myself in justification, and in the end, I bring it all the way home.

I couldn’t help but feel pathetic for not being able to throw away this piece of a man’s heart.