Chapter 43
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: 5.5 P.E. Class
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Bloomers.
The official girls' gym uniform at Rune Academy.
Actually, no one calls them bloomers.
Everyone calls them buruma.
Buruma. It's also the name of a famous manga character.
This bloomer is pretty revealing.
Especially around the lower body.
The fabric is minimal, leaving the thighs completely bare, and the clingy material really accentuates the butt and crotch. Panties sometimes peek out from under the bottoms.
I'd heard that in my original world, female volleyball or track athletes wore them as uniforms. I'm not big into sports, so I wouldn't know, but if pros use them, they must be practical enough.
But.
Practicality aside, the real issue is how exposed they are.
Even back in Japan before I came to this world, they'd practically vanished due to concerns over indecency.
Here, though, they exist as if it's the most natural thing, and the girls wear them as if it's nothing.
The high exposure gets accepted as par for the course.
Because that's just the worldview of this place.
Yet right here.
There was someone who didn't accept it as natural.
"Naibusu! Pervert!"
"Your eyes are so sleazy!"
It was Nanami and Reika.
What an injustice.
I was just thoughtfully considering the indecency of girls in bloomers.
I wasn't staring with lewd eyes or anything.
If anything, I'm the type who believes this kind of lewd culture needs to change.
"All guys are perverts by nature. My eyes just happen to look like this."
"So shameless! Panty peeper!"
"Eek! If our eyes meet, I'll get pregnant!"
These two were just messing with me for kicks.
They didn't actually hate it.
『Ugh, Naibusu is just hopeless. If you wanna stare that bad, just ask me instead.』
『Those horny eyes are making my lower belly quiver again! It's leaking out!』
"...Jeez. Maybe I should just pin you down."
"Kyaa!"
"Run away!"
Nanami and Reika fled hand in hand, getting along like besties.
There wasn't a hint of real alarm in their giggling escape.
Wait, when did those two get so chummy?
It was the same in the bathroom the other day... Hmm...
Way better than fighting and bullying each other, sure, but if every girl in class banded together without factions, it'd squeeze out the one and only guy—me. That worried me.
In our otherwise all-girls class, I sought out the one soul who could side with me.
"Ooh. Yuuki. You're wearing them too, huh—bloomers."
"Y-Yeah..."
Yuuki had dodged the last gym class with lame excuses like forgetting her uniform.
But today, she was properly dressed in bloomers.
"Hmm."
...This kid.
She'd turned even more girly than the girls.
Was it just my imagination, or did the bloomers on Yuuki cling extra tight to her body?
Not quite on my big sister's level from her school days, but Yuuki's looked a size too small, squeezing her in.
As I looked her up and down, Yuuki awkwardly tugged at her top to cover her exposed lower half.
"Naibusu. Don't stare like that. I know they don't suit me."
...There we go. That's more like it.
Compared to girls who threw on these embarrassing outfits without a shred of shame, Yuuki's bashful reaction actually felt more feminine.
Probably because traces of her male mindset still lingered.
A guy acting more ladylike than girls—talk about irony.
"No need to be that embarrassed. Yuuki, you look like a girl to anyone now. I vouch for it."
"Y-Yeah... Th-thanks?"
"And tugging like that just thrusts your chest out, making your bra show."
"Ah!"
At my words, Yuuki quickly dropped her hands and straightened her clothes.
What's the point of hiding the bottom if you're flashing the top? Total mix-up of priorities.
And just like that, the Nanami-Reika duo wedged themselves between me and Yuuki again.
"Naibusu! Pervert!"
"No sexual harassment!"
"Sexual harassment? How?!"
Was I getting labeled a pervert just for breathing?
This was so unfair. I'd only pointed out something Yuuki had overlooked.
"Real sexual harassment is staring without a word."
"Pervert! Guys are supposed to pretend they don't notice!"
"Right! Total beast!"
I was getting wrongly bashed.
Yuuki, unable to stand it, stepped in with a smile to mediate.
"It's okay. I know best that Naibusu didn't mean it like that."
Exactly. Keep going, Yuuki.
Girls just don't get a guy's pure intentions.
"No, Yuu. Guys who play innocent are the most dangerous."
"Yeah. You're a girl now, Yuu, so stay sharp. Drop your guard, and who knows when he'll devour you."
"Devour me...?"
Unbelievable. I half-agreed that fake-nice guys were risky, but I was the exception. I wasn't faking—I really wasn't like that.
"Hey. Can you stop treating me like some rapist?"
"We're not treating you like one. You are one."
"Right. Naibusu kills the guys and rapes the girls."
"Naibusu turns cute-faced boys into girls and jumps them."
"You punks."
"Kyaa! Run!"
This time, all three—including Yuuki—linked arms and bolted.
Giggling voices echoed all around.
Heh. Sneaky little witches.
They'd even poached my final stronghold, Yuuki.
If isolation was their goal, it was scarily effective.
"Quiet, everyone. Gather up."
Teacher Akatsuki blew her whistle to round up the class.
Today, even Teacher Akatsuki was in bloomers.
Her voluptuous lower body looked especially artistic today.
Did the girls get this view every gym class?
Meanwhile, I'd endured sweaty male teachers every time.
Damn. Half my life down the drain.
Rain outside, so we were in the indoor gym.
And today's activity? Basketball.
Basketball? With the girls? Me?
"Two sitting out? Perfect for 5-on-5 teams then."
"Teacher. Count me out too."
Teacher Akatsuki narrowed her eyes at my raised hand.
"Naibusu. Reason?"
The point of PE at the academy? Building basic stamina to prepare for monster fights.
So why basketball?
Probably to let students have fun and exercise through games.
But to me, this playful sport was pointless.
Waste of time, stamina, effort.
Plus the stress of holding back to avoid hurting any girls.
Only one guy here—me—and no one loses if I sit it out.
So yeah, I'm out.
I explained it as diplomatically as possible.
"Not feeling great..."
"Denied."
"Girls get a pass for that! Sexist!"
Teacher Akatsuki let out a deep sigh.
"Naibusu. You on your period?"
Heh. Knew it.
Just drop "period," and most guys clam up.
She was banking on that.
But I'm not rattled!
I'm not some dude silenced by one word like "period"!
"Guys don't get periods! We don't, but we do get off days sometimes!"
"Yours aren't 'sometimes,' Naibusu. It's every class."
"That's... 'cause I'm off every time..."
"If you wanna skip that bad, put in the effort to become a girl like Kurosaki did. Then I'll buy the period excuse."
"Urk...!"
How the hell does a guy become a girl?!
I wanted to shout it, but our class already had living proof of the impossible.
And I, of all people, had defended Yuuki's change the hardest—couldn't backtrack now.
I swallowed my rage amid the class girls' snickering.
"Any more complaints? Then let's start with warm-up exercises."
I had complaints—a ton—but voicing them would just make me look worse.
I shut up and got to stretching.
"One, two, three, four."
Hmm.
Hmm-hmm.
...Not bad at all.
It was a bloomer paradise all around.
Arching backs thrust out their chests.
Bending at the waist lifted hips high.
Breasts jiggled with every big movement. Sitting splits on the floor.
Suddenly made sense why schools separated boys and girls for PE.
If I weren't such a gentleman, things would've gone off the rails for sure.
Only because it's me that everyone's safe. The girls should be grateful.
"Teacher! Naibusu's giving us those pervy stares again!"
"What? When?!"
Reika, once more.
I was looking!
With pervy eyes!
But did she have to yell it so loud? Eyes don't wear out!
Teacher Akatsuki sighed.
"Naibusu. Eyes on the teacher, not other students."
"...Yes, ma'am."
I locked my gaze on Teacher Akatsuki's demo, as ordered.
...Hmm.
This was...
Hmm-hmm.
"One, two, three, four."
Definitely different.
Long, slender limbs. Plush chest and hips. Sturdy thighs.
There was an insurmountable gap in sheer volume between the still-growing students and Teacher Akatsuki's figure.
Hers wasn't just fuller—it was flexible too, offering way more eye candy. Even without trying, after one sweep of the room, your eyes would naturally fixate there.
『What a doofus, grinning like an idiot! Naibusu moron!』
『Played us! How dare he! That scary old spinster!』
Not just Nanami and Reika.
Everyone was griping about Teacher Akatsuki hogging my attention.
Well, don't bring it up in the first place then.
Especially Teacher Akatsuki herself,
『Yes! Look at me, Naibusu! Don't waste those filthy desires on other students! Aim them at me! I'm the teacher! I'll sacrifice myself to protect the class! Ahh, me, giving everything for my students! Helpless against you! Unappreciated by all! But that's fine! I'm a teacher!』
She was lost in delusions like that.
Lamentable, really.
"Naibusu. You actually following along properly?"
Teacher Akatsuki shot me a prickly glare, all prim and proper.
"...Yes."
Unreal.
Harboring thoughts like that inside while showing zero sign on the outside.
Her ironclad professionalism was almost admirable.