Chapter 1: I Ended Up Molesting the Class Saint in the Bathhouse
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In the large communal bath of the student dormitory, a blonde blue-eyed beauty was taking a shower.
Of course, she was completely naked in the bathhouse.
Her body was still that of a mid-teen, somewhat immature, yet her slender limbs boasted impressively large breasts and hips, radiating a seductive allure.
The way her gorgeous blonde hair draped over her chest was utterly tantalizing. She looked like a goddess incarnate—even another woman would have been mesmerized by the sight.
The problem was—the one watching her right there was a boy.
Leon Lancaster was utterly shocked, nearly collapsing on the spot when he ran into this beauty in the bathhouse.
(It should be men's hours right now...!)
Why was a girl here? He'd chosen this off-peak time on a holiday evening around four o'clock, figuring no one would be around—only to find one prior occupant, and a member of the opposite sex at that.
What's more, she was a classmate. They'd just become same-year students this April, had never spoken once, but he knew her name.
Estelle Elmidgit. A super-elite student nicknamed the "Saintess" for her stunning looks and brilliance. Serious-minded with widespread admiration.
If word got out that he'd seen her naked, things would go south fast.
Leon thought to slip away quietly, but Estelle spotted him first.
Her blue eyes flew wide open. "Kyaaaaah!" she screamed.
Leon rushed over in a panic and clamped his right hand over her mouth.
"S-Shouting won't bring anyone—nobody's coming!"
In his frenzy, the words tumbled out. He meant no harm; he just wanted her to calm down. But to Estelle, it sounded like "No help's coming, heh heh heh."
She thrashed wildly against him. In the struggle, her ample breasts jiggled.
Catching sight of those cherry-pink tips, Leon's heart skipped. And as he tried pinning the flailing Estelle against the wall, his left hand accidentally grazed her breast.
The voluminous, soft sensation made his head spin.
"Mmmph—!"
With her mouth still covered, Estelle let out a muffled moan. Tears welled in her blue eyes.
This made Leon look like the total villain.
"I-It’s a misunderstanding!"
He rapidly explained: it was supposed to be men's hours. He had no intention of harming her.
Pinned down by Leon, Estelle nodded vigorously.
Once she seemed calm, Leon released her mouth.
Estelle sighed in relief—then glared daggers at him.
"You're Lancaster-kun from class... right?"
"Yeah. It wasn't my mistake on the time, but still, sorry for scaring you."
"Really! You suddenly covered my mouth and groped my breast—"
She froze mid-sentence. Her gaze dropped to Leon's lower body.
Seeing Estelle naked, touching her breast by accident, being pressed close until moments ago—any healthy teenage boy would get excited.
Spotting Leon's growing erection, Estelle shrieked, "Eeeeeek!"
"I-I'm reporting this to the dorm head! You won't get away with it!"
She bolted for the exit. If she did, the dorm head—Leon's friendly senior—might still treat him like a criminal.
(Expulsion...!)
In his panic, Leon chased after her to stop her. But he fumbled the tackle from behind—
And ended up grabbing both her breasts from the rear.
"Ah, hyau! Nooo!"
Estelle cried out.
"Calm down! I won't do anything...!"
"Ah, auh..."
She panted raggedly. As she tried to flee, Leon's grip tightened instinctively, kneading her breasts.
And—
"Eek, s-something hard's poking my butt...!"
Pinned from behind, Leon's erection pressed against her rear.
Estelle struggled even harder; Leon desperately held onto her heaving breasts.
"I-I'm a virgin, I don't wanna get raped!"
"I won't!?"
"Liar! You said 'shut your mouth, heh heh,' planning something awful, right!? Ah, hyau!"
Her skin flushed crimson as she let out sweet cries from the breast fondling.
(W-What do I do...!?)
The situation was spiraling worse. No ideas for convincing her, and at this rate, he'd be branded a molester.
But he didn't have to agonize long.
"What are you two doing...?"
A clear, astonished voice spoke—one utterly out of place for the bathhouse: a brown-haired girl in a high school blazer uniform.
She was a second-year senior—and the head of this dorm, the Golden Lion Dormitory.