While Wandering Around Naked, I Met An Exhibitionist, The Most Beautiful Half-Nordic Girl From School. - Chapter 8: At a nighttime park, with naked men and women, nothing is supposed to happen... Huh?

At a nighttime park, with naked men and women, nothing is supposed to happen… Huh?

“So, why did you bother coming all the way to this mountain area?”

After a few minutes of naked wandering, Shirogane voiced such a question.

The town we live in is not urban. Yet, it lacks the quaintness typically associated with rural areas, having achieved a mediocre level of development.

So, within biking distance, there are residential areas along the Yamate line, with scenes far removed from the hustle and bustle of the city and neon lights.

Today’s stage was a park in that Yamate area.

“It’s partly because there’s nobody here, but I also thought I’d point out common mistakes beginners tend to make.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll tell you later. For now, let’s just walk and experience the world with our whole bodies.”

Truly, it might be appropriate to say that the park in the mountainous area had an incomparable abundance of nature.

With that, there were also numerous nocturnal insects, and the pleasant chorus of environmental sounds and insects could be heard.

Of course, precautions against insects, such as insect repellent spray, had been taken care of beforehand. One of the natural enemies of exposure is insect bites. The pain when my beloved son was bitten by mosquitoes was something I never wanted to experience again.

Naked men and women strolling through the park late at night. Objectively speaking, it was quite an abnormal sight.

“Huh…?”

“…? Huh…?”

“Shoosh, shoosh…”

“Shoosh, shoosh?”

“Sushi Zanmai.”

“???”

By the way, it was a deep breath, shadowboxing, and spreading both arms from the top.

“What’s the point of this?”

“Oh, nothing in particular. I just found it amusing to see you mimic me.”

“Drop dead.”

I think telling someone to drop dead is pretty harsh.

“But depending on how you look at it, this could also be considered one of the pleasures of exposure.”

“You’re definitely just saying whatever you want…”

“No way. Listen, okay? In today’s society, being naked is more or less a metaphor for ‘liberation from constraints.'”

That applies unless you’re an extreme oddball. If you’ve lived a normal life in today’s society, you’ve surely lived under the common sense that “wearing clothes is normal.”

At the same time, it ingrains the rule that “being naked in public places is unacceptable.”

“So, exposure is a symbol of freedom. When you expose yourself, it’s better to be honest with yourself and be free.”

“So…?”

“Teasing you was also the result of being honest with myself. Try being as free as I am.”

“Just drop dead.”

I got kicked. If that’s her idea of freedom, I’ll just have to accept it with resignation. Yeah, that’s also part of being naked!

“Sigh… Freedom, huh? Even if you suddenly say that, I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s okay. If you don’t know what to do, then just don’t do anything. Without caring about others’ eyes, try doing what you like.”

Since there were no people around to begin with, there was nothing to worry about.

“Well then… how about starting with radio calisthenics?”

“Alright, let’s give it a try.”

“Taan taan tataan taan, taan tata taataan♪”

The pace was as swift as a short story. The sight of a man and a woman doing radio calisthenics stark naked in the park late at night was incredibly surreal. But if that’s what she wanted to do, as her senior, I should go along with it.

“Radio calisthenics… huh, it’s quite tiring, isn’t it?”

“From a functional recovery standpoint, it’s a great exercise. People who don’t usually exercise seriously can even get muscle soreness from it.”

Radio calisthenics, inserted at the beginning of school physical education, was quite a respectable program from the perspective of promoting the healthy physical development of young people.

After completing a rather serious radio calisthenics session, there were two naked men and women breathing heavily with their bodies heated up.

This is definitely the scene after doing “that thing.”

That’s what I thought with a composed face.

“Phew… I’m quite tired. I want to take a break.”

“Shall we sit on the bench then? I think it was over there.”

“Yeah… but wouldn’t it get dirty if we sit directly on the bench with our naked bottoms?”

“I mean, it’s a bit late to bring that up now, but there’s also the risk of injury or illness. Don’t worry, just in case, I brought a handkerchief.”

I took out a handkerchief from my tights and handed it to Shirogane.

“…!”

“Why are you freezing all of a sudden?”

“If someone doesn’t freeze when handed a handkerchief that was snugly tucked between tights and buttocks as if it’s the most natural thing, please let me know.”

“It was tucked between the hip bones rather than the buttocks… the protruding part of the waist. So, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure about that?”

The waist area is essentially protected by tights, so it’s clean, and being almost naked like this, there’s no sweat, so it’s doubly clean.

Though reluctant, Shirogane eventually took the handkerchief with a begrudging look and used it as a cushion on the bench.

I also sat down next to her.

“Phew.”

She must be tired from cycling here. Shirogane expelled the hot air from her body and encouraged cooling by inhaling the cold autumn air.

But looking at her again, she really does have beautiful skin.

The expression ‘like porcelain’ is common in novels, and in her case, it was exactly that.

Even the sweat dripping from her body seemed to have an artistic quality to it. As someone with a penchant for exhibitionism, I couldn’t help but envy her.

“…You’re staring too much.”

“Sorry. Your naked body is just so beautiful, I can’t help but look.”

“…Pervert.”

I couldn’t deny it. Because I am a pervert.

“But you’re plenty beautiful too. Not quite ‘macho,’ but your muscles are defined. Maybe we can call it ‘slim macho.’ I think girls would like it.”

“Thank you. I’m really happy to receive praise for something I’ve worked on for years.”

But it wasn’t like that.

“But overall bone structure and height are things you can’t change no matter what you do. There’s definitely a barrier of innate talent. That’s why I envy your sculpted physique.”

“Hmm…”

“My height is barely 170cm. I wish I were at least 175cm.”

“You’re sounding like a typical high school boy with insecurities now.”

“My ideal height is 180cm…”

“You’re really dreaming big.”

The proportions of the David statue, when converted to human scale, should be around that height.

In terms of proportions, I’m currently about 6 heads tall, but the David statue was crafted with the intention of being viewed from below.

Since I’m just a regular human, reproducing it means the proportions should be appropriately tall as well.

“Don’t gaining muscles early stop your height from growing? Isn’t that how it works?”

“That’s because they don’t consume enough calories and nutrients proportional to muscle mass and puberty growth. I eat properly every day.”

“Now that you mention it, you were eating those bland-looking bentos, right? Aren’t they gross?”

“…I can’t deny that.”

Since I’m not aiming to be a bodybuilder, I can tolerate a bit of fat.

So, I don’t necessarily need to stick to a high-protein, flavorless diet. But ever since I started high school, I’ve been dragged into Inoumi’s ramen outings once a week, which threw off my body balance.

It was a workout routine that doubled as a diet. Honestly, it wasn’t very tasty.

“…?”

“…”

Suddenly, silence fell between us.

We’re not close friends. So, when the conversation dies down, it’s not unusual for us to lapse into silence like this.

But it might be the perfect timing.

I decided to convey to her the most important lesson I wanted to teach in this exposure class.