Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga… Where the Genders Are Reversed and Everyone’s a Girl - Chapter 10: The Boozy Hug Monster

Chapter 10: The Boozy Hug Monster

The club building where Yayoi and the others hung out.

That’s where I kicked a chair back and stood trembling.

The reason was obvious.

A pale white hand was reaching straight for me—

And in the other hand, a can of alcohol glistened.

I scrambled around the room, desperate to keep my distance.

“Why are you running away?”

“B-Because you’re drunk, Asama-san!!”

“Me? How rude.”

“I’m actually proud of how well I can hold my liquor,” she added, puffing out her ample chest.

All while her cheeks burned bright red—anyone could see she was completely wasted.

Still trying to back away, I glanced at the desk piled with cans.

One, two, three, four, five… nope, lost count.

No matter how tough your liver is, that many cans would flatten anyone.

And she was still adding to the pile, arms spread wide.

“Come now, you can dive right into me anytime.”

“She’s a hug maniac when drunk! This is such a pain!!”

Usually, Asama was the calm, intellectual glasses type.

But tonight? For some reason, she’d drunk herself way past reason.

Sure, being hugged by a beauty like her should’ve been a dream come true…

But the way she was right now, it felt less like affection and more like getting crushed alive.

“…”

I stared down at Narukami—Akira—sprawled out on the floor.

She already looked like a corpse.

She’d been the first to get hugged by Asama.

Folded in half like a ragdoll, she’d perished just like that.

The only one who might’ve been able to help, Yayoi, was stretched out on the sofa.

A manga rested on her chest, rising and falling with her breathing.

Most likely, she was fast asleep.

In other words—game over.

So I shut my eyes.

One second… two seconds… ten seconds…

But no crushing hug ever came.

“…Huh?”

“Suuu, suuuu.”

When I cautiously cracked my eyes open, Asama was the one lying on the floor—fast asleep, showing off a surprisingly cute sleeping face.

She’d even neatly taken off her glasses and set them by her side. Must’ve been a habit.

Relieved that I’d somehow survived, I let out a long sigh—

And then a shadow stretched across the room. Someone raised their hand weakly.

“She’s like a typhoon, huh.”

Akira Narukami, fresh back from the land of the dead, wiped the sweat off her brow and stood.

So she’d just been playing dead.

…Wait a second. That means she totally abandoned me.

“……”

“…What’s with that look?”

“Just thinking, wow, what a heartless person.”

“Hey, no way. There’s no one more compassionate than me, you know.”

She shrugged her shoulders with mock innocence.

“Still though, for Asama-san to drink herself into that state… what the heck happened?”

“Oh? You actually wanna know?”

“After what I went through, yeah, I think I deserve an explanation.”

“…Fair enough.”

Akira’s eyes wandered for a moment before shifting toward Yayoi.

At some point, the manga that had been covering her face had slipped off, leaving behind a squished, awkward sleeping expression.

“To put it simply—it’s Akagi-san’s fault.”

“Yayoi’s?”

“Yup. I mean, just look at her. You know… that kind of appearance.”

“…That, huh. Yeah, I get what you mean.”

That.

In other words—she looked way too much like a grade school kid.

“So yesterday, while we were out riding, the cops pulled us over.”

“Oof.”

“Guess it was her looks. Like, middle schoolers might squeak by… but elementary school level? No way in hell. And to make it worse, she didn’t even have a license, so yeah—completely busted.”

Akira let out a long, heavy sigh.

“We’re not a bosozoku gang, so it’s not like we’ve got tail-end riders running decoy for us, y’know?”

“Right.”
“So we couldn’t get away, and in the end… Asama-san’s bike got taken.”
“…Wait, why hers?”
“Because Akagi-san was the one riding it.”

Apparently, Yayoi’s own bike had been in for repairs, so she’d borrowed Asama’s and gone riding double with Yayoi herself taking the front seat.

Maybe it was pride as the leader.

Or maybe she just wanted to be the one driving.

Either way, the unlucky part was that someone had witnessed it.

And since Asama was deeply attached to her beloved bike, seeing it confiscated was such a shock that even her usually cool, composed self ended up drowning in alcohol.

Understanding that, I let out a sigh and traded a look with Akira.

“Think there’s anything we can do?”

“Gotta be some way, right?”

Both our eyes drifted to the sofa.

Yayoi was lying there, clearly awake now—her brows twitching before she suddenly sprang up.

“Ughhh! I’m soooo sorryyy!!”

“So, what’s the plan, Akagi-san?”

“I’ll get it back myself!”

Planting both feet firmly on the floor, Yayoi puffed her chest out with conviction.

“Alright! We’re storming the cops’ impound lot!”

…In other words, she’d just declared war.

I exchanged another glance with Akira.

Yeah—seems we were both thinking the exact same thing.

“Well…”

“This kinda stuff feels real delinquent-y, huh?”

I went with the flow and started to stand—then suddenly froze.

…Wait. Hold on a sec.

Am I… getting contaminated by these yankees?

The old me—the timid, gloomy introvert—would’ve never even dreamed of charging into a police station.

And yet here I was, ready to just roll with the vibe and go through with it.

This was bad. Keep this up, and I really would turn into a delinquent.

As I stood there, rooted in place, Akira tugged on my arm.

“What’s wrong? Come, let’s go already.”

Getting dragged along by a girl—yeah, that stung.

But even while slumping my shoulders, I renewed my resolve.

I would not—absolutely not—let myself become a delinquent!