Chapter 11: A Teen’s First Diaper

This is a complete disaster.

Because of Kurokawa-senpai, everyone’s life is falling apart.

Sasaki is now seen as a coward who freezes in front of girls, looked down upon by every single one of them. Well, her reputation was already pretty low, so it doesn’t really matter. It’s Sasaki, after all.

The class president is treated like a pervert who enjoys baby play, as she was about to expose her breasts in the classroom. Everything she had built up until now has quietly crumbled to dust.

Kumanokyo is also seen as a pervert for attempting to stage an “accident” in the classroom. If it were just the small kind, maybe it could have been forgiven. But the big one? That’s a no-go. I mean, even the small one is bad, but at least it’s… somewhat harmless as far as kinks go, right? The big one crosses a line—it’s a point of no return.

Kaede is now feared as a clingy girl who barges into a guy’s house out of obsessive love.

And me? I’m labeled as the trash who manipulates all three of them. The jerk who gets a “good morning” kiss from his childhood friend and walks to school hand-in-hand with her, while stealing a gal’s lips and indulging in baby play with the class president. Oh, and let’s not forget: I’m also the brute who left three delinquents unable to stand after they picked a fight with me. That’s the general consensus about me.

No, seriously, give me a break. I’m clearly the victim here! Don’t make it sound like I’m the one forcing all this madness. If anything, I’m the one being forced into it. And what’s with “brute”? That’s just unfair.

“Sakamoto! Today, you’re walking home with me! You ran away yesterday, so today… t-today you’re going to hold my hand, okay!”

What even is her standard for embarrassment?

She’s already doing things far beyond hand-holding.

“No, no, Kogoro-chan is walking home with me. If I’m not there, he’ll get kidnapped. Springtime is when perverts are rampant, you know.”

Yeah, “rampant” is right.

At least two of them are standing in front of me right now.

“I don’t mind walking home with you two, but can you wait a bit? I have somewhere I need to stop first.”

I’ve already given up on the idea of walking home alone. I’ve reluctantly accepted my fate of being escorted by these dangerous individuals every day.

But there’s no skipping my daily mission to visit Kurokawa-senpai. I promised Toumei-senpai that I’d check on her every day, no matter what.

“Didn’t you say the same thing yesterday? What, are you going to do someone or something?”

I didn’t say that! I said, “I have things to do.”

“Kogoro-chan? It’s still too early for naughty things, you know? Kogoro-chan doesn’t have any dirty thoughts yet, does he?”

Oh, I do. I definitely do.

Even while I’m completely appalled by you people, I’ve still got more than enough sexual frustration to drive me insane.

“I just need to meet someone. We’re just going to talk, so don’t follow me.”

“Who are you meeting? Where are you going?”

“…The Reihou Room.”

Trying to hide things would only make it worse, so I just came clean.

It’ll come out eventually anyway.

“The Reihou Room!?”

“The Reihou Room!? No, Kogoro-chan! Mama does not approve!”

Wait, what? Why are they so worked up?

Do they already know? Could it be that I’m the only one who doesn’t know about Kurokawa-senpai’s reputation? Is she actually famous?

“The Reihou Room… isn’t that the place where some weird club or whatever got taken over by that super-dangerous upperclassman?”

“It’s the Shogi Club. Apparently, all the original members turned into ghost members after Kurokawa Miyabi-senpai showed up.”

Wait, what? She did what!?

This is the first time I’m even hearing about a Shogi Club, let alone that she terrorized it. I’m not saying she needs to be a saint or anything, but at least stop being a nuisance to others.

“I heard the guys in the club got into a huge fight over the only female member. They were probably cursed—there’s no other explanation.”

Hmm… just hearing that makes it sound like a typical “club princess” scenario where the guys fought over her and everything fell apart. But since this involves Kurokawa-senpai, I can’t rule out something darker.

“Speaking of which, wasn’t that pathetic kid also in the Shogi Club?”

“Who’s the pathetic kid?”

“You know, the one. The guy who wouldn’t let me kick him.”

Huh? Oh, you mean Sasaki

Hey, wait a minute, Class President. At least remember your classmates’ names. Sure, he’s kind of pathetic, but he’s a good kid. I mean, I don’t know him all that well either, but still.

“So? What are you doing with Kurokawa-senpai? What’s this ‘talk’ about? Are you getting bullied or something?”

“I absolutely refuse to let you be alone with someone that dangerous! Making Mama worry is a no-no, you hear?”

Oh. They’re actually worried about me.

They might be out of their minds, but deep down, they’re kind people.

“I guess I’ll have to handcuff myself to you 24/7 so you can’t wander off.”

“I’ll need to prepare an adult-sized stroller…”

The methods are wrong, but they really are good people at heart.

If they just stayed far away from me, they’d be even better people. So don’t come near me. Stay away from me.

And what’s an “adult-sized stroller,” anyway? That’s just a wheelchair.

“I promise, once I’m done, I’ll go home with you two. I swear.”

“You ran off at full speed yesterday, didn’t you? Like I’m supposed to trust that.”

“Fine. I’ll leave my bag with you. That way, I can’t sneak out through the back entrance. Deal?”

“…If you’re willing to go that far, I’ll allow it.”

Thank God. Kumanokyo is still capable of reason.

I mean, yeah, she’s got her quirks—like trying to turn the classroom into a biohazard zone—but overall, she’s still sane.

“I won’t allow it. Just the thought of sending my child into such a den of danger is enough to give me parental burnout!”

The real problem is the Class President.

She’s so overprotective that it’s almost too real.

“I’ve already met her twice, and look—I’m perfectly fine, aren’t I? You’re worrying too much.”

“You know what they say: third time’s the charm. A driver who’s never had an accident in twenty years can still crash out of nowhere one day. There’s no guarantee that someone smiling today will still be smiling tomorrow. No matter how careful you are, accidents can happen. And yet, you—Kogoro-chan—are choosing to poke a hornet’s nest! Is worrying your mother really so much fun? I get it, I do. Every child eventually enters their rebellious phase. I know it’s a sign of growth. It’s something to be celebrated. But at the same time, it’s lonely, too… The child I bore and raised is trying to leave my hands… It’s just so painful…”

Now she’s crying…

Look, you didn’t actually give birth to me, okay? It’s my stomach that’s in knots here.

“Boys are destined to go on journeys… to walk along the railroad tracks…”

“I knew it was coming. I was prepared. But when the time actually arrives, it’s an unbearable shock. The handmade cloth diapers I’ve been knitting for you night after night will soon be useless. It’s not about the effort, you hear? It’s the fact that I won’t be able to put those diapers on you with my own hands. That’s what hurts the most. Why? Why does it have to be this way? Oh, I know. It’s these breasts of mine. These worthless, milkless breasts. Because you grew up without drinking your mother’s milk, you can so easily abandon me. A mother who can’t produce milk has no right to exist! Yes, just like Next Kona—”

This is bad. Very, very bad.

At this rate, she’s going to cut her breasts off!

“M-Mama!”

“What is it, all of a sudden!?”

“I… I can’t wait to use Mama’s diapers!”

“Kogoro-chan…!”

I might not make it out of this.

For the first time in over a decade, I might end up wearing a diaper.

But if me wearing a diaper is what stops the Class President from doing something drastic, I’ll wear as many as it takes. Bring it on.

“I’ll have it finished by tomorrow. Absolutely.”

You don’t have to stay up all night for that.

Go to bed. Nighttime is for sleeping, not for sewing diapers.

“…I’m looking forward to it.”

I wish tomorrow would never come.

“I’ll put it on you at school, so come early, okay?”

You’ve got to be kidding me. Please tell me this is a joke.

The fact that she’s making me a cloth diaper is absurd enough, but now she wants to put it on me herself? That’s not funny.

Look, I don’t judge people’s kinks, but when I’m involved, it’s a different story.

“…No, I’ll put it on myself.”

Class President, this is me compromising, okay?

A normal classmate wouldn’t wear a diaper at all. The fact that I’m even agreeing to this should be enough. Work with me here.

“I see… You’ve grown up, Kogoro-chan… I suppose you don’t want to rely on me anymore. You don’t want to call a woman who couldn’t give you milk ‘Mama,’ do you? Fine! I’ll show you my resolve! This is my penance! Watch closely—”

No, whether it’s breast milk or formula, a parent is a parent, and a classmate is just a classmate!

Whatever you’re planning next, stop! Cutting off your breasts isn’t the answer! Are you an Amazon warrior or something!?

There’s no choice. This is partly my fault, so I’ve got to take responsibility.

“Mama! I… I can’t put it on by myself! Please help me! Put it on for me!”

“Kogoro-chan…!”

Even as she nuzzles my cheek right here in the classroom, I feel nothing. I don’t even want to think about it anymore.

It’s not that I’ve gotten used to it—I just feel like I’ve sold off my dignity as a human being.

Wow, even Kumanokyo is stunned.

I’d rather not have her chanting jealous curses at me, but being seen as a freak by another freak is… kind of painful, too.

By the way, Kurokawa-senpai wasn’t in the Reihou Room. Actually, she didn’t come to school at all today. So basically, I humiliated myself for nothing. But I can’t go back on my word now.

All I can do is mentally prepare myself to stay calm when the Class President puts that diaper on me. That’s my only option now.