While Wandering Around Naked, I Met An Exhibitionist, The Most Beautiful Half-Nordic Girl From School. - Chapter 10: The Girl Who Showed.

The Girl Who Showed.

“At some point today, I’ll expose myself to you.”

“What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

In the morning, as I got up to go to the bathroom and walked down the corridor, sure enough, Shirogane dragged me to the stairs behind the building.

And the first thing she said was the above line.

“I’ve been thinking all night about how I can make you feel excited.”

“My mortal enemy.”

“Well, in the end, I fell asleep.”

“My ally.”

How did it come to this, making a crazy declaration early in the morning?

“I thought, maybe by letting you know in advance, it might increase the excitement.”

“Hmm… Well, there’s some truth to that.”

Anyone would think that catching someone off guard is the best way to increase excitement.

Is there anyone foolish enough to inform in advance about a prank?

Encountering a surprising event in a completely unknown state naturally makes your heart race, right?

However, deliberately letting the other person know beforehand—what would happen then?

The one who received the information would probably be curious and anxious about when, where, and what would happen to them.

Perhaps, it might make their heart race as much as or even more than if they hadn’t been told anything.

It was a mindset that didn’t come naturally to me, an exhibitionist who wasn’t conscious of showing off.

“Try spending the day looking forward to it.”

“It seems you have the talent of an exhibitionist after all.”

“I don’t need it.”

“You do.”

After several rounds of back-and-forth, we returned to the classroom at different times.

“Hey, did you hear? There’s a rumor going around town lately.”

And as soon as I sat down, I was engaged in small talk by Utsumi sitting diagonally behind me.

“A rumor? No, I haven’t heard anything.”

“I just found out about it recently too. Listen, don’t be too surprised, okay?”

“Try me.”

“Then, listen carefully!—Lately, there’s been a rumor going around here about a female exhibitionist appearing.”

I was completely shocked.

It was incredibly surprising.

I was so shocked that I was confident I wouldn’t feel excited about Shirogane’s nudity that would inevitably come.

“People who claim to have seen her say she disappeared the next moment, apparently. Maybe she’s a ghost.”

Ignoring Utsumi, who was talking nonsense like how he’d like to see a nude ghost, I decided to confirm one thing.

“By the way, what color was her hair?”

“It was blonde.”

I was convinced.

“… She’s not the type to give off any vibes, so maybe her vigilance skills towards her surroundings are weak?”

Shirogane, rather than sensing the presence of others and avoiding them like me, probably relied on her lack of presence to avoid being noticed.

There’s an explanation for why I couldn’t sense her presence.

But that’s only because she didn’t give off any vibes; it didn’t mean she became invisible.

Regardless of her presence, if she appeared in my field of vision, it was meaningless.

“Are you okay?”

We’ve had open discussions (physically), and if she were to get caught exposing herself, it would be pitiful.

It might be a good idea to teach her vigilance skills considering the future.

But I don’t know how.

Thinking that it would be nice if there were skill points or a teaching system like in games, I repeated trial and error, and before I knew it, it was lunchtime.

She said she’d show herself naked, but there was no sign of it at all.

Could it be that she’s not going to do anything until after school?

As I pondered this question, I put a piece of broccoli in my mouth.

“And then—”

“…?”

While talking with Utsumi, I suddenly felt a gaze.

Someone was looking at me?

When I turned around, I met eyes with Shirogane.

And then she grinned mischievously and said,

“Here goes!”

“!?”

In a way that others couldn’t see but only I could, she flipped up the hem of her skirt.

Moreover, it was right on the edge of not being exposed.

I couldn’t tell if she was wearing panties or not.

That wasn’t the exposure she had announced—rather, it was more like a trial run, an appetizer at an izakaya.

It was a preparation to build anticipation and excitement for the main event of exposure.

“She’s truly a genius…”

There was no mistake.

She specialized in the talent of exposing herself to others.

Otherwise, could a mere beginner, who had been doing it for only half a year out of habit, achieve this level?

If I were an ordinary guy, I would have seriously thanked her for what she did just now.

But a seasoned exhibitionist like me wouldn’t be shaken by this level of provocation.

I wouldn’t lose to a beginner like her.

The preparation continued.

“Hey there.”

“What?”

Sometimes, she casually tried to show her skirt from above the stairs.

“Ta-da!”

“What the!”

Other times, she flashed her loosened shirt neckline as we passed by each other.

“Here we go.”

“Geez!”

Other times, she stirred up fantasies by dressing properly.

Shirogane’s relentless attacks knew no bounds.

Perhaps I had awakened a monstrous being.

Eventually, the bell for the end of the sixth period rang, and homeroom was over.

All that was left was to go home.

“But first, I have to clean the toilets.”

Our high school was one of those schools where cleaning time was mandatory.

Among them, toilet cleaning was unpopular, so there was always a struggle to push it onto someone else.

And usually, it became a tradition for someone like me, at the bottom of the school’s social hierarchy, to be pushed into it.

Moreover, the other guy who should have been there had backed out, so I was left to do it alone.

“Usually, I’d do this with Utsumi, but he’s not here today because of club activities. It’s going to be tough.”

It’s troublesome, so I’ll just sprinkle some water and call it a day.

I reached for the cleaning hose in the storage closet.

And then it happened.

“!?”

Suddenly, someone pushed me from behind, and I stumbled into the somewhat spacious storage closet.

The person then closed the door, plunging us into darkness.

“You are—”

“Shh, keep quiet.”

Just as I was about to ask who it was, I heard a familiar voice.

It was Shirogane. She was the culprit behind this.

“Why are you doing this?”

“What do you mean? I told you, I’m going to expose myself.”

“There’s no point in exposing yourself in a dark space like this.”

Even if your eyes get used to the darkness, the excitement diminishes when you have to strain your eyes to see.

What is she thinking?

As I was puzzled, I heard the sound of fabric rubbing against itself, a sound typical of undressing.

“Hehe. I was thinking…”

And then, in a state that she might have been born in, she said,

“—Exposing yourself isn’t just about looking with your eyes, right?”

She wrapped her arms around my back.

“What… are you…”

It felt like a sensation from another dimension.

The softness that could be felt even through clothes spoke more eloquently than words about what it was.

“Feeling it like this with your skin, isn’t that another way to enjoy it?”

I hadn’t thought of that.

For me, exposure was synonymous with the Statue of David.

You shouldn’t touch it. Besides, the real thing is in another country, so you can’t touch it; it’s just there to be looked at.

But she was different.

She brought out a new charm of exposure not only through sight but also through touch, hearing, and other senses.

“Gu…!”

But this is bad.

My exposure perception is biased towards visual information.

In other words, if I’m attacked from senses other than sight, all the resistance I’ve built up against nudity so far is meaningless.

“Let yourself get excited~ ♡”

This is bad.

This is bad.

At this rate, my Statue of David might turn into a Satyr.

I can’t allow that.

I feel like I’m losing.

However, against the invading threat from touch and hearing, my foolish warrior in my crotch seemed like it was about to build up at any moment.

I felt my heart racing.

At this rate—!

“Hey! Sorry for being late for toilet cleaning! I was chatting with my friend for a bit!”

At that moment.

A male voice came from outside the storage closet.