"Hell yeah, let's go, Issei! Motohama! Today's mixed P.E. with the girls! Hurry up and change—time to go snap some shots of the girls!"
"Roger that! Leave the camera to me! I bought an expensive one just for today!"
"Leave picking the best shooting spots to me!"
The moment the third period ended, three boys bolted out of the classroom at full speed. Matsuda, Motohama, and Hyoudou—the infamous trio of perverts known both inside and outside the academy.
Despite countless complaints demanding their expulsion, for some inexplicable reason, they were still allowed to roam the school freely, causing trouble as usual.
Opening porn magazines in the classroom, even with girls present, loudly exchanging filthy talk, secretly taking photos of girls while they changed—calling it "being a nuisance" didn't even begin to cover how far they went.
Unsurprisingly, they were hated by everyone, regardless of gender.
The girls shot them icy looks and left the classroom first, followed shortly by the boys.
Takashi Mitarai picked up the bag containing his gym clothes and followed after the others.
"Takashi-san. Would you like to walk together, at least part of the way?"
The one who called out to him was a girl with a gentle, ever-present smile. Asia Argento—her golden hair was rare in Japanese schools, flawless and shimmering brilliantly under the sunlight.
She walked up beside Mitarai and naturally matched his pace, chatting with him as they headed down the hallway.
It had become a familiar sight lately, and their classmates were buzzing with rumors.
The talk was that Hyoudou had finally been dumped—and at the same time, yet another legend about Mitarai's absurdly oversized cock had been added to the list.
Supposedly, he'd conquered a girl who once had feelings for another man using nothing but the overwhelming heat of his lower half.
To be fair, Asia had once harbored a faint crush on Hyoudou, so the rumor wasn't entirely baseless.
They parted ways in front of the gender-separated locker rooms and quickly changed into the gym uniforms packed in their bags.
The locker room was already empty—the perverted trio was nowhere to be seen. They'd probably rushed off to whatever peeping spot they'd been bragging about earlier.
Once changed, Mitarai chatted casually with a few classmates while briskly heading toward the school grounds.
The P.E. teacher was notoriously strict about time. Even being a little late meant extra punishment laps added to the post–warm-up running.
If he remembered correctly, today's activity was soccer. The teams were supposed to be decided by a draw the teacher had prepared, mixing boys and girls together.
The teacher was already standing in the middle of the field, arms crossed. Just looking at his back radiated overwhelming pressure.
His name was Onizuka—a man with a respectable reputation in the sports world. Recruited personally by the academy's chairman, he now devoted himself to teaching physical education.
With a build like a gorilla, students nicknamed him "Goritsuka" rather than Onizuka, but contrary to his intimidating appearance, he rarely got angry and was surprisingly well-liked.
At the signal from the P.E. committee member, class began.
They stretched carefully to the rhythm of radio calisthenics, loosening their muscles to avoid injury.
Next came laps around the field—three for the boys, one and a half for the girls. It was meant both to warm their bodies and build stamina.
After that, they put on the numbered vests handed out by the teacher, and the soccer match began.
"Ehehe, I'm on the same team as you, Takashi-san. Let's do our best."
Asia, assigned to play defense just like Mitarai, beamed at him with a dazzling smile.
At Kuoh Academy, they still used bloomers as part of the gym uniform—something rare these days. Apparently, the school's founder had been an unapologetic lover of bloomers.
From beneath those snug bloomers, Asia's legs peeked out—pale, slender, and far too eye-catching for a supposedly wholesome P.E. class.
Perhaps because she hasn't had much exposure to the sun during her long life as a saint, there isn't a trace of a tan on Asia's skin. Since she started attending Kuoh Academy, she has been applying cream to prevent tanning.
They engage in conversation without attracting the attention of the teacher or teammates. Mitarai doesn't just stand there as a defender, but if the whole team shows an attacking stance, Mitarai will also move up the defensive line.
They have a satisfactory performance, and the class comes to an end.
"Argento, I want to ask you and Mitarai to clean up the color cones we used in class. Is that okay?"
"Yes, no problem."
"Sure, leave it to me."
They were asked by the teacher to bring the cones to the equipment storage shed located in the schoolyard.
Naturally, as a boy, Mitarai carries more cones. One reason is his gentlemanly nature, but more importantly, it's because Asia's slender arms can't carry as much.
In fact, just holding a few cones makes Asia wobble, and it's nerve-wracking to watch.
They somehow manage to carry all the cones.
Asia is out of breath, so they take a rest on a mat that is inside the storage shed.
"Phew... even though I've become a devil, I still don't have much muscle."
"Well, it's good that you're still your usual self, Asia."
"But I still want to be a bit stronger. I wonder when I'll be able to carry as much as you, Takashi-san..."
I fan the gym clothes while listening to her complaints.
Physical education during this time, which seems to be approaching the peak of summer, is sweaty and hot. Fanning a little would provide some relief, but it doesn't seem to have much effect.
"Alright, looks like the two of them left."
Onizuka's voice can be heard from outside the storage shed. As soon as his voice ends, they hear the sound of the door being locked.
"Huh? Are we locked in?"
"Well... it seems that way."
They try pushing the entrance door with all their strength, but it doesn't budge. Since it's after the last period before lunch break, there shouldn't be anyone kind enough to come to the equipment shed.
That means they'll be spending time alone together. Mitarai has no complaints about spending time alone with her. However, the current situation is quite problematic.
Sweat trickles down her collarbone and disappears into her gym clothes. The sweat makes her light blue underwear slightly visible. Her legs, which have turned slightly red from exercise, and her flushed cheeks.
Normally, one would just think of it as healthy, but it's a different story when they're alone in a confined space.
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