235 – Cultural Festival Tour
The masked maid who appeared like a comet, Suisei Z.
Nagamatsu, who had been bullying Komikawa for his overwhelming majesty, lost his senses for a moment.
“No, you Kim Yu…”
“It’s Suisei Z.”
As if to emphasize once again, Nagamatsu eventually shut up at the shamelessness of pointing at his name tag.
But that’s for a while,
“Why don’t you mind the third person? This is between me and Gomi.”
Then Kim Yoo-seong shook her head as if she was dumbfounded.
“You have more guts than I thought to make a fuss in other people’s class and then come out like this.”
A normal person would have been intimidated when he realized that the identity of the masked maid was Yuseong Kim, but Nagamatsu secretly believed it.
“So what are you going to do? Do you want to hit it?”
“I would like it to end peacefully if possible.”
Then Nagamatsu, who heard Kim Yoo-seong’s words, smiled and said as if he had found a weakness.
“Why? Are you scared all of a sudden? Your family is poor, so you start worrying about paying the settlement money?”
“…….”
All her classmates know that Yuseong Kim, an externally admitted student, received a full scholarship in her freshman year and entered as the top of her class.
So, if there was an unnecessary commotion, his academic scholarship could be unilaterally canceled by the school.
On the other hand, Nagamatsu’s father, a bully, was a successful lawyer in his own way.
I was confident that I would sue them and harass them until I graduated.
“If you don’t want to meddle with it any longer, let it go.”
While saying that, it was the moment when Nagamatsu was about to free his wrist from Yuseong Kim.
“Hey.”
Suddenly, Yuseong Kim opened her mouth.
“You know what I hate most in the world?”
Aww!
“Aagh!”
Naga Matsuk fell to her knees involuntarily at the force of his grip that tightened her wrists as if they were about to crush them.
“What are you doing!”
Nagamatsu shouted desperately at her, but Kim Yuseong ignored it and pointed his nose under her mask.
“A rotten trash like you.”
“aaagh!”
Now Nagamatsu is unable to speak properly due to pain, and saliva drips from her mouth.
All the students, including the students in class 2-B, who came as guests, watched with bated breath as the bully who fared in his own way at school was quickly subdued.
After about a minute of true education, Kim Yu-seong finally let go of her wrist, and Nagamatsu didn’t even dare to rebel, as tears and runny nose flowed from her.
She looked down at Nagamatsu with her cold eyes and said Yuseong Kim as if threatening.
“If something like this happens again next time, then I’ll be looking for you.”
“Hey!”
Frightened to hear Yuseong Kim’s warning, Matsu Naga runs away in a panic as if he had met her ghost.
A round of applause poured in from Yu-seong Kim who drove away her uninvited guests in such a peaceful way.
Yuseong Kim looked around her awkwardly while scratching the back of her head. Went in
***
‘Kim Yu… No, Suisei Z! I will definitely repay you for this favor!’
Her classmate, who was helped by her, said so, paid for her food and left.
She helped out on a whim, but she didn’t feel too bad when she was thanked.
After the stormy lunch break, when it was time to take a break, the class president pushed me out of the kitchen.
“Go and look around the other classes. I and the other kids will be in charge here.”
“Then can I take off this maid uniform while I’m resting?”
“No.”
“Why!”
“If you go around wearing it, our class won’t automatically become publicity.”
“…God is dead.”
“It’s okay to suddenly say something like a philosopher.”
I decided to give up early on because of the class president’s resolute attitude.
I’m not the only one who’s broken anyway, all the boys in my class are walking around the school wearing sky blue maid outfits, so it should be fine.
I, who was in charge of the kitchen until recently, took off my apron and left the classroom after handing over to the next children.
The first day of the long-awaited cultural festival.
It was the second day that it was open to outsiders, so the only ones walking around the campus were students.
Since it’s the same school, it seemed like a lot of middle school students came to play, but the sight of the kids who haven’t lost their breasts yet walking around the school seemed like chicks.
At most, there would be only a three or four year age difference.
“So, Ryu-chan, where are you going?”
“…Now my name is Suisei Z, the mysterious mask maid.”
“So it’s not Ryu-chan, but Sui-chan?”
“Call me whatever you want.”
When I answered with a resigned face, Rika smiled lively and said, “Then go to Sui-chan!”
It’s a cheerful look that I rarely see these days.
It seems that the exhilarating atmosphere unique to cultural festivals has certainly affected Rika.
I asked while tidying up my skirt, which kept bothering me.
“Rika, where do you want to go?”
“Hmm, 2-D’s beauty salon or 2-A’s massage parlor? Or maybe 2-C’s haunted house wouldn’t be bad either.”
“Esthetic shops and massage shops, do schools usually allow such things?”
“Sui-chan belongs to the student council. Don’t you know that?”
“All I do is write down what people say in meetings.”
Because policy-related matters have always been the domain of the president and vice president.
When I said that and made an excuse that wasn’t an excuse, Rika said, “It’s a big deal that even Sui-chan doesn’t know!”
“…I’m not the only one who knows everything that happens at school.”
Anyway, as a result of our long discussion, we decided to go to the massage shop in class 2-A first.
The reason was that it was the closest because it was right next door.
“Welcome!”
Clap clap!
Students from Class 2-A clap their hands in unison as if we were at a popular restaurant.
“Guide the two guests!”
“Yes”
Hearing the voice of the class president of class 2-A standing in front of the door, two well-dressed female students came out and guided us.
The massage was conducted in a space separated by a partition in the classroom. I don’t know where it was obtained, but it looked very authentic when I saw that even a massage bed was placed there.
“Come, come, sit over here.”
A male student handing over the menu with a cunning voice.
I sat down on the chair as I was led to, and I couldn’t believe my eyes for a moment when I saw the amount written on the menu.
Back 1000 yen
Upper body 3000 yen
Full body 5000 yen
Overwhelmingly exorbitant prices.
If we were to be fierce, our class would be able to have a good match, but it wasn’t to this extent.
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“I don’t even have a professional masseuse license, but to get this price…”
“Yes.”
With the class president of 2-A saying that, she opened her wallet and showed dozens of licenses.
“I picked it up in advance because I thought it might be helpful for my future studies. Of course, no female customer has ordered a full body massage yet.”
That’s why the whole body is being rubbed by a man, but there’s no way that a person will come out of it.
Besides Minami, there are other people like this.
She looked at Rika, who was sitting next to her, with her twinkling eyes, the class president of Class 2-A, who seemed to have been thinking of filling her own little black heart.
“So which course would you like to take? If you get a full body massage now, you get a discount of 3000 yen…”
“I just want a back massage.”
“Yes…”
The class president of Class 2-A who quickly turns sullen.
“Then take it slow and go…”
The tension suddenly dropped and they waved at us appropriately and left.
“That person, why are you doing that all of a sudden?”
“I was betrayed because I had my own expectations.”
I didn’t even think of anyone giving me rice cakes.
I urged Rika, who still didn’t understand, saying, “Let’s get a massage,” And I laid down on the bed first.
And I realized it belatedly.
The massage bed is a bit small for me to lie down.
***
“Ah! Refreshing!”
We dared to say that 1,000 yen is happiness, and after receiving a proper massage, we left Class 2-A with lighter bodies.
What was unexpected here was that in addition to the class president, there were multiple people with masseuse licenses in Class 2-A.
Thanks to that, we were treated well for the price, and we stopped by the 2-D class beauty salon.
Of course, the 2-D class, which was as serious about esthetic treatment as the 2-A class, did not only take care of the skin, but also changed their fingernails as a service at the end.
What is this student’s skill? It’s incredible quality.
After completing the exploration of class 2-A and class 2-D, which can be called neighbors, we decided to go to our final destination, class 2-C.
What I chose in class 2-C was the haunted house, which can be said to be the standard for school festivals as much as the maid cafe.
At most, the space is the size of one classroom, so you can get through it in about 5 minutes at the fastest, but in fact, the main purpose is to enjoy the atmosphere rather than the contents.
Because I was wearing a maid uniform, I was automatically attracted to aggro from the students walking around, but I tried to ignore it and stood in line with Rika.
Screams heard intermittently in Class 2-D’s classroom.
Rika smiled and said to me.
“It must be fun, right? Sui-chan?”
“…That’s right.”
I hope I don’t accidentally hit with my fist.