The Story Of How I, A Gloomy Guy, Ended Up Surrounded By the Top-Tier Beautiful Girls In Class After A Seat Change - Chapter 200: Super Lewd Sash Making

Chapter 200: Super Lewd Sash Making

On Thursday, the last day of the candidate registration period.

The list of candidates would be posted on the school bulletin board tomorrow morning, and so far, the only topic was that Rui had registered.

I was curious about Nozomi, so I asked her on lime, and it seemed she was quite troubled.

The girls around her were saying, “Why don’t you run?” but this year’s election was different from usual because of the huge obstacle named Kuroki Rui.

Still, as an outsider, I couldn’t help but think it might be a chance for Nozomi to make friends. Maybe that’s too meddlesome of me.

“Hey, Ryota, why are you spacing out? Help properly!”

“Oh, uh, sorry, Yuria.”

After school, Yuria and I stayed in the classroom to make something.

“Election campaigns start tomorrow, so we need to make Rui wear a sash and do her best.”

Yes, it was a sash for the election campaign.

Apparently, almost all candidates wore sashes during campaigns every year.

Rui said she’d make one herself when she got home, but Yuria, worried about Rui’s busy schedule, volunteered to make it, and I ended up helping too.

Airi had a date with her boyfriend (or rather, a part-time job), and Rui had track practice as usual, so Yuria and I were making Rui’s sash after school.

By the way, we got the materials for the sash from leftover art supplies in the art room, thanks to Airi’s wide connections.

Airi couldn’t help today because of her job, but she contributed by securing those materials.

I never would’ve guessed Airi was friends with the art club’s otaku girls who talk like Kanade… Airi’s network is as wide as the faintly visible veins on her huge boobs. Not that I’ve seen them in person.

“Ryota, your hands stopped again! You’re probably thinking something weird, aren’t you?”

“Uh… just a bit about the veins on huge boobs.”

“Get serious!”

While thinking about huge boobs, Yuria pinched my cheek.

“Seriously, Ryota, your normal mode is too reckless. Why don’t you hand over your license and get a p●p cut before you become a dangerous adult?”

“Whoa! Don’t say crazy stuff! If you mess with my son, even you, Yuria, won’t get off easy! For now, hand over those thighs!”

“Hah… fine, you can have the thighs later, but focus on making the sash now.”

“Huh? O-okay.”

Later is fine, huh… Yuria’s the best.

Dangled with thighs instead of a carrot, I worked at several times my earlier speed.

We bought special fabric for the sash, so we’d write Rui’s name on it and decorate it with materials from the art club.

It shouldn’t take too long with both of us working.

“It’s kinda new, just the two of us after school like this. Didn’t happen even during the cultural festival.”

“Yeah?”

“Since the second term started, we haven’t talked much about anime, so I’m gonna make you listen a ton while we work.”

“Huh? Don’t we always talk on lime?”

“I’ve got more to talk about! Like, the latest episode of Nyu-kyun!”

From there, Yuria’s anime talk went on like a machine gun, non-stop.

When Yuria talks about anime, she’s so natural, and it’s easy to talk to her.

Around 7 p.m., we finally finished Rui’s sash.

With minimal decorations, it had a simple yet beautiful design with “Kuroki Rui” standing out.

“Phew… it took a while.”

“But making such a great sash in a few hours is amazing, Yuria. You seemed used to it—have you made one before?”

“Well… my best friend in junior high suddenly wanted to run for student council president. We made one together back then.”

Yuria made a bitter face but smiled slightly, reminiscing fondly.

“That friend… the one you fell out with over being an otaku, right? Uh, sorry for bringing it up.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I remembered it myself. And honestly, I don’t care about her anymore.”

“But…”

“I always say this, but I’ve got you now, Ryota. I can’t change the past, but I can change the future. That’s why I want to treasure you.”

“Y-Yuria… that’s kinda embarrassing.”

Between Rui and Yuria, I don’t get why a loner like me is needed and treasured so much… but if I’m helping them, that’s enough.

“I want to stay friends with you too, Yuria, and I’ll try to make you feel that way.”

“Then why are you always staring at my thighs?”

“Well, you said before I could do what I want with them, so I’m just looking. Is that bad?”

“Hah… this guy.”

Yuria shrugged, exasperated, but gently stroked her thighs.

“Well, we’re done with the sash… want to touch them?”

“Huh? Y-yeah!”

7:23 p.m. Just the two of us in the classroom.

In this no-one-else-around situation, touching her thighs… it’s too hot!

“Then… here I go.”

Not just touching, I was about to dive at Yuria’s thighs like a rugby front tackle when the classroom sliding door burst open with a bang.

“Heyy! What a coincidence, you two! I saw the lights on in Ryota’s classroom and didn’t expect you both here!”

As usual, Kanade, the super lewd interrupter, ruined the moment.

“Kanade! You jerk!”

“What! I went out of my way to show up!”

It’s about time to file a complaint against Kanade’s lewd blocks.

“Anyway, Ryota, the sash is done, so let’s wrap up.”

“Y-yeah, sure.”

It felt like a high school couple whose parents unexpectedly came home, ruining their chance to get it on.

“Hey, you two! What’s with this vibe, like a high school couple whose parents came home and ruined their chance to get it on!”

“Why’d you use the exact same analogy!”

“I don’t know, but Yuria’s skirt is slightly up—don’t tell me you did something naughty?”

“Cut it out! We didn’t! Right, Yuria?”

“Uh… yeah.”

“That reaction! You totally did something naughty, didn’t you?”

“I said we didn’t!”

God, she’s such a pain to deal with.

I was about to tackle Yuria’s thighs and score a try (with deep meaning), but… damn it!

“Anyway, Kanade, why are you here so late? Forgot something?”

“Oh, uh, I forgot to submit some documents to the teacher.”

“Some documents? What, slacking on assignments again?”

“No! It’s confidential for now, but… heh, you’ll find out soon, Ryota.”

Kanade dropped a dramatic line and left the classroom.

She said something cryptic on the phone before too… is something up?

“Wait! Forget Kanade! Yuria, let’s have a tackle practice one more time.”

“No way, that makes no sense, and the mood’s gone anyway.”

“No way… so this is how newlyweds’ bedroom issues escalate…”

“Bedroom issues? Newlyweds? We’re not even dating! Stop saying weird stuff, I’m going home!”

“Guh!”

Yuria, redder than ever, smacked my back hard.

I was joking, but… oh well.