Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga… Where the Genders Are Reversed and Everyone’s a Girl - Chapter 11: Doing Something Pretty Dangerous

Chapter 11: Doing Something Pretty Dangerous

Nighttime.

Hiding in the bushes, we peeked out at the police station.

Akira twitched nervously, her eyes barely visible from behind her bangs.

“…Okay, yeah, this is scary.”

“What happens if we get caught?”

“Eh, probably not that bad. The cops aren’t exactly free, y’know. Plus, Akagi-san’s already a famous delinquent. It’ll just be like, ‘You again? Knock it off already.’ And that’s it.”

…So basically, they had some kind of weirdly friendly relationship.

A little further away, Yayoi crouched down, checking over the stuff she’d laid out on the ground.

Pliers.

A crowbar.

Duct tape.

A screwdriver.

A lighter.

An ice pick.

Fishing line.

And a whole bunch of other “questionable” items just sitting there like they belonged. Honestly, just getting caught with this pile alone would’ve been enough to arrest us.

“…But with all that prep, I feel like it makes us way more likely to get caught.”

“Yeah. Planned crimes always get hit harder in court…”

“Guess we’ll just have to bank on Akagi-san’s baby-face charm.”

Akira swallowed hard, clearly stressed.

Then Yayoi stood up.

Her face was set with determination, sharp and cool.

If this weren’t right before sneaking into a police station, I might’ve actually felt my heart skip a beat.

“—Let’s go.”

She started walking with total confidence.

We scrambled to follow her.

When we reached the storage yard, we spotted a lone police officer standing guard.

Her posture was lazy, her focus drifting elsewhere.

“What do we do?”

“Yeahhh, picking a fight with the cops sounds like a really bad idea.”

Yayoi rested a finger on her chin, looking thoughtful—even though her tone was light and casual.

“Look, Akagi-san.”

“Hmm?”

“That one’s definitely a pervy old hag. She’s reading porn while on duty.”

“…And it’s today’s new issue, too.”

The street around us was dark, but the police station was lit up enough that we could see her clearly—leaning against one leg, totally absorbed in the magazine.

I couldn’t make out the details, but the cover had some buff guy plastered across the front.

It reminded me of how depressing it felt the first time I went to a convenience store and realized all the “adult” mags were nothing but naked dudes.

“I’ve got a plan.”

“…And that would be?”

“Takuma-kun.”

“Eh? Me?”

“You’re the only one who can do this.”

Akira’s eyes sparkled with deadly seriousness.

I instinctively took a step back.

Oh no. Bad vibes. Very bad vibes.

“I need you to go distract that pervy old hag for a bit.”

“I’m not good at that kind of thing!”

“You’ll be fine. You’re sexy, so you can pull it off.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better at all!?”

She gave my shoulder a reassuring pat. I instantly smacked her hand away, but she only grinned wider.

“Don’t worry, I came prepared for this exact situation.”

“…Is that… a bunny suit!? Where the hell did you even get that?!”

“Go on, don’t fight it.”

“No way! Me wearing that would be an absolute nightmare!”

“I’d be thrilled, honestly.”

“Me too! I’d love it!”

With Yayoi jumping into the mix too, I was completely cornered.

The bunny suit was shoved right into my face.

In the end, I gave up and accepted my fate.

Of course, changing in front of them would’ve been beyond humiliating, so I put some distance between us and slipped into the bushes where no one could see.

The fabric was satin polyester—smooth to the touch.

If only it wasn’t me, a guy, wearing it… it might’ve actually felt kinda nice.

But as I wrestled with the unfamiliar outfit, I made a horrifying discovery.

The bunny suit… was insanely high-cut.

Like, cut-all-the-way-up-to-the-hips high-cut.

My shame meter was going nuclear.

Seriously, who in the world even asked for this design?

Muttering under my breath, I pulled on the stockings.

The strange, crawling sensation running up my legs made me sigh deeply as I finally walked back toward the girls.

“Oooh…!”

“Perfect, Takuma-kun! With this, that pervy old hag’s toast!”

“…Great. Guess I’ll go then…”

At this point, I had no pride left.

As a man, something inside me had died.

Expressionless, I walked toward the police officer.

“Um… excuse meee.”

“—Hm? What is it? I’m busy working right now, so if you could make it quick…”

She closed her porno mag, lifted her head—

And then her eyes went wide. Wider. Until they looked like they were about to pop out.

“B-B-Bunny… boy!?”

“I, uh… can’t reach the zipper on the back… could you help me out, pleaaase?”

I forced out the sweetest, cutesiest voice I could manage.

It was so sugary I almost puked just hearing it myself.

“S-S-Such an emergency! Very well, this officer shall lend a hand! Not because I feel any… indecent urges, of course! Ah, no, no—purely duty, nothing else!”

Her eyes darted wildly, cheeks flushed as she stepped toward me.

Out of sight, Yayoi and Akira slipped into the shadows, making their move.

“Yaan~ officer, you’re so bold~”

“Wha—m-m-my hand slipped and just happened to slide right down your back!”

“Not in front of the police station, sillyyy.”

“Then if we head somewhere darker, it’s fine, yes!?”

“Fufufu, thaaat’s a secret.”

…Please let me die.

What was I even saying?

Was this the behavior of a proud Yamato Onoko? Absolutely not.

My eyes were dead, my smile hollow, and all I could think was: Hurry up, you two.

If this dragged on, my soul would really leave my body.

Finally, I spotted them pushing Asama’s bike out.

Just as the officer’s wandering hand tried to sneak even deeper—seriously, what a creep—I blocked her.

“Ahh, finally got the zipper down~”

“Really? Let me double-check to be absolutely sure!”

“No thanks, I’m good! Thanks so much, byee!”

I gave a quick bow and bolted.

Yeah, no way around it—I had literally just assisted in a crime. If I got caught, it was game over.

Behind me, I heard the officer’s shout:

“What!? The lock’s been broken!?”

And that was our cue—

The three of us ran for our lives at full throttle.