My Classmate Whom I Helped Seems to Be Mentally Sick, So I've Been Trying My Best to Hide My True Identity, But It Seems Like I've Been Found Out - Chapter 46

Penalty Game

“Do you want to take a bath?”

As soon as we returned to Sumire Murasaki’s house, she asked me that.

“Well, I think that’s a bit…”

“But, there’s a regulation that says high school students shouldn’t be out after 10 pm. You have to stay here until morning.”

“… then I’ll go home early in the morning and take a shower.”

“What? That’s not clean, you know? Look, it’s been hot recently and you need to wash off the sweat.”

It had been arbitrarily decided that I would stay here as things naturally progressed, but I easily accepted it because I had mentally prepared myself somewhere deep inside.

It’s a bit too much to even borrow the bath.

Being naked in the bathroom of a female classmate’s place is just feels wrong.

It would be different if she was my girlfriend.

But Sumire Murasaki and I are just friends.

Although she clearly shows affection towards me, I haven’t come to a decision yet.

She’s the school’s idol that everyone admires.

It’s a man’s dream to have such a girl be madly in love with him regardless of the reason.

However, I can’t make up my mind because I occasionally see her hidden side.

She’s the kind of girl who would handcuff someone without hesitation.

I wouldn’t know what she might do if things escalated.

Yet…

“Hey, will you take a shower?”

“…alright.”

When she comes close with that cute face, my resolve wavers like jelly.

I feel bad for getting her hopes up, but I can’t dismiss her.

Or rather, I’m the one hoping. Hoping to spend the night with her.

Throughout undressing and while showering, my heart wouldn’t stop racing.

Even wiping my face with hot water doesn’t wash away my ulterior motives.

If anything, looking at my naked self in the mirror only makes me feel more weird.

I wonder what would happen if I went back to the room like this…

While having such perverted thoughts, I somehow managed to maintain my sanity, wipe my body, and put on my clothes.

And I returned to the room.

“Ah, that was quick.”

“I-I guess.”

“Hey, come sit next to me. Look, do you want to play a game together? It’s my first time having someone over to play, so I’m a bit excited.”

“…okay.”

I sat down next to her.

Then, the scent of the shampoo I had used earlier wafted gently from her.

Yet, even if it’s the same scent, it felt unusually sweeter.

Is it something specific to girls, or is it some special pheromone coming from her?

That fragrance made my heart race again.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…”

“Are you nervous? I am too. Hey, do you want to skip the game and go to sleep?”

“…..”

I glanced briefly at the bed.

There’s no futon laid out on the floor, and there doesn’t seem to be space for it in this surprisingly small room.

If we were to sleep, would we share the bed?

With those thoughts in mind, I resisted and said, ‘I’d like to play a game for a little bit.’

Looking a bit disappointed, Sumire Murasaki murmured, ‘Alright, let’s have a match,’ and turned on the game console.

As the bright screen came to life, she said,

“If you lose, we’ll have a penalty game.”

What started was a racing game.