“Sex! Sex!”
Normally, they would have stopped, being mindful of the girls around, but the sense of freedom in the open space of the hot spring broke their limits.
The infectiousness was so great that it turned nearly a third of the second-year male students in the hot spring into sex-obsessed individuals in an instant.
“What in the world…?”
As Ryuji muttered with a bewildered expression, Mahes, despite being a ghost, crossed his arms as he soaked in the hot spring and said.
“Sotis sexual desire drives people crazy. And madness is easily contagious.”
“Don’t explain it so seriously…”
I muttered to myself, deciding to observe my classmates’ frenzy for now.
They were just talking, not yet taking any action.
If I intervened prematurely without reading the situation, I might be seen as soone who can’t read the room.
But perhaps I underestimated the sexual desires of a teenage high school student.
Because soone actually took action in a situation where everyone else just talked about peeping into the won’s bath.
It was a guy nad Masaru, known as a pervert from the next class.
Masaru pounded on the bamboo barrier separating the n’s and won’s baths, shouting,
“Foolish guys! How long will you just watch each other?! Paradise awaits us beyond this barrier!”
Then one of the bald trios in our class replied in a low voice,
“But that bamboo barrier is too high. Unless we are giants, realistically, it’s impossible to peek over it.”
“Nonsense! Are you going to give up over such a small obstacle? Think about making the impossible possible!”
“Then tell ! Do you have a way to look over that tall barrier?!”
“Of course!”
Masaru confidently pointed to the wooden buckets piled in a corner of the bathhouse.
“Stack them in a pyramid formation and climb up to see over it!”
“!!!!”
The children looked at the buckets in shock.
It seed they had never thought of such an idea.
Mahes, from Egypt, the land of pyramids, rubbed his chin, saying, “Oh,” as if admiring the idea.
“No, you shouldn’t be surprised.”
“Is that so?”
When Ryuji, standing next to him, tackled him with a bewildered expression, Mahes scratched his head awkwardly.
“Cool! Masaru!”
Anyway, in the anti, those who agreed with Masaru’s idea began to stand up one by one, starting to make his idea a reality.
Specifically, they began to stack the wooden buckets in the corner of the bathhouse into a tall tower.
In order to sneak a peek at the paradise beyond the approximately 5-ter-tall bamboo barrier.
“It’s complete!”
The tower of wooden buckets was thus completed.
Like the Tower of Babel, built to reach the heavenly gods, the tower soared sky-high, standing about 3 ters tall.
But considering the average height of a Japanese high school student, it fell short by a precarious 20-30 cm.
Perhaps if one were a growing teenager standing at 190 cm.
“Argh! How foolish!”
Masaru, the pioneer who first climbed the tower, shuddered at his miscalculation, but he couldn’t force himself to grow taller.
“We can’t give up now that we’ve co this far!”
Despite the precarious footing, he stubbornly lifted his heels.
Now, the won’s bath was almost within sight.
I had to admire his determination to see the won’s bath, but the girls from our class were over there.
It was ti to intervene, so I got up from the hot spring.
“Hey, how dare you try to peek into the won’s bath where I am? You’ve got guts.”
A familiar voice ca from beyond the bamboo barrier.
Bang!!
Suddenly, a dry gunshot rang out in the bath.
“Argh!”
Masaru, hit in the chin by a rubber bullet fired from Sasha’s model gun, collapsed like a lie, just as paradise was within reach.
Crash!
The tower of wooden buckets collapsed along with his ambition.
“Masaru! NOOOOOOOOO!”
At his valiant end, soone cried out, while others looked on in dismay.
Though I didn’t belong to either group, as a fellow man, I paid my respects to him.
‘Foolish, but it was cool.’
His only flaw was not realizing that the commotion in the n’s bath could be heard in the won’s bath.
‘In such an environnt, there’s no way the soundproofing is good.’
I gently knocked on the bamboo barrier behind and was about to leave the hot spring when I noticed it.
There was a perfectly ford gap between the bamboo walls.
“……”
Should I just rember that spot?
All those who tried to peek into the won’s bath were caught, thanks to the reports of the girls who finished bathing.
This included Masaru, the ringleader, and all those who had gone along with him and inadvertently revealed their voices.
This caused quite a storm before bedti, but it was a story completely unrelated to those of us who did not participate.
At least being students, it ended with just this commotion. If they were older, they’d all be dragged to the police station for trying to peek into the won’s bath.
Let’s be thankful for the lenient world of love codies regarding peeping into the won’s bath.
“Man, I’m so tired.”
Satoru said this in the dark room, and Ryuji, lying next to him, chuckled emptily.
“It can’t be helped; we’ve been walking all day.”
Lying at the very end of my futon in a ‘river’ formation, I asked the two who had experience traveling in Kyoto.
“What’s the vibe like in the movie village and Gion District we’re visiting tomorrow?”
“It’s just a regular tourist spot. Famous for being used a lot for historical dramas and movie shooting.”
“And there are two things you’ll definitely end up buying there.”
“What are they?”
“Wooden swords and Shinsengumi haori.”
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