Hachiman exited the storage room first, with Kagura trailing behind. At the doorway, Kagura twisted open his sports drink, taking a few sips until only a sliver remained. Just then, he spotted Yumiko Miura struggling alone, lugging an armful of tennis balls and rackets, panting as she trudged toward the storage. Without hesitation, Kagura tossed his bottle aside and sprinted to her, reaching out. "Why are you carrying all this by yourself, Miura? Here, let me take some."
"Ugh… I'm exhausted!" Yumiko dumped the tennis balls into Kagura's arms but clung to the rackets, staggering forward. "The girl I was supposed to pair with, Megumi Katou, wasn't feeling well, so I took her share. Didn't expect it to be this heavy."
"Katou's under the weather?"
"Nothing serious, just girl stuff. Don't go asking her about it."
"Oh, got it…"
Kagura's mind flicked to his "Crimson Dragon" ability. That morning, Ai Hayasaka had fully recovered, and he'd used it on her, effectively ending her menstrual woes—a win-win, as he saw it.
"Miura, come on, hand me more! You can barely walk!"
"What? More? With those scrawny arms?"
Yumiko shot him a skeptical glance, stubbornly dragging two bulging bags of rackets into the storage room. Kagura quickly pointed out the drop-off spot, and with a grateful "Thanks," she heaved everything onto the pile with a strained grunt.
Utterly spent, Yumiko collapsed onto a large gym mat nearby, legs dangling off the edge. Kagura stepped forward, retrieving his nearly empty bottle and offering it. "I drank from it, but if you don't mind, have some."
"Uh…" Yumiko grasped the bottle, her expression uneasy as she forced a smile. "I don't mind, but…"
"But…?"
"Are you an idiot?! It's because…"
"Oh, right…"
Kagura caught on and took the bottle back. Yumiko was clearly desperate to use the restroom—drinking anything now would be torture.
"What about your friend? Ebina, right?"
"Ebina? Oh, she's in swimming class, not with me. That's why I'm stuck hauling this alone."
"No one else offered to help? They're all girls…"
"Ha! Rely on those losers?"
Yumiko rolled her eyes with a bitter laugh.
"Fair enough. But why didn't you and Ebina both pick tennis?"
"Tennis was weirdly popular this year. Ebina signed up late and got shunted to swimming. Otherwise, we'd both be in tennis."
"Makes sense…" Kagura shook the bottle. "Mind if I finish it?"
"Drink it already, don't starve yourself. I'm fine."
Yumiko waved him off, resting her right arm over her forehead, likely dizzy from the scorching sun. Kagura said nothing, tilting the bottle back and draining it in a few gulps.
Yumiko caught her breath, while Kagura leaned against a vaulting horse to rest, planning to head back to the school building once she recovered. Suddenly, the storage room's heavy door slammed shut with a clang—followed by the unmistakable click of a lock.
"Hey, wait—!"
Kagura bolted to the door, pounding on it. Yumiko shot upright, but no matter how hard he knocked or shouted, no one responded from outside.
"Crap, we're locked in…"
Kagura patted his pockets but, dressed for PE, he hadn't brought his phone. Yumiko frantically checked her track pants, her face paling. "…I didn't bring mine either. We're screwed."
The dim sports storage, tucked beside the field, was rarely visited outside of PE classes. Its only ventilation came from four narrow windows near the ceiling, each a mere 20 cm high and 50 cm wide, split into side-hinged panes. The open area was barely 20x25 cm—useless for anything but wistful sighs.
Dust motes danced in the slanted beams of sunlight streaming through the vents, illuminating small patches of the otherwise shadowy room. With classes in session, the campus was eerily quiet, and the locked door turned the storage into an isolated pocket dimension.
"You've got to be kidding…" Yumiko, fuming and legs pressed tightly together, stormed to the iron door. She pounded it twice, shouting, "Who locked this? Open it now—!"
Her fists seemed to send shockwaves, but no one came.
Frustration boiling over, Yumiko pressed her fists and forearms against the door, teeth gritted, head bowed against the metal, letting out a muffled, anguished whimper.
"Uh, Miura, next class is about to start, right? Hachiman and I came here together. If he notices we're missing, he'll probably say something. The teacher should figure out we're locked in soon."
Kagura stepped beside her, gently patting her left shoulder.
"But…" Yumiko's legs buckled, and she slumped against the door, rubbing her eyes pitifully. "But I… I…"
Her thighs clenched tighter, her face flushing deeper. Kagura instantly understood—she was desperate to pee.
She'd carried an entire class's gear alone, letting the unwell Megumi rest, all while fighting this urgency?
Kagura couldn't help but admire her loyalty. No wonder she commanded such a following.
With no immediate solution, he pointed to the gym mat. "Miura, maybe lie down again? It might help you hold it. The teacher will probably get the PE coach to unlock the door soon."
"Ugh…" Yumiko wobbled to her feet, knees pinched as she shuffled to the mat, muttering, "They'd better hurry…"
"That bad, huh?"
"It's not like with guys—girls can't hold it as easily!"
Yumiko shot him a feeble glare.
"Sorry…"
Kagura scratched his cheek, recalling the time he'd overwhelmed Ai with a vibrator, egg, and nipple play, leading to her first squirt. The sight of her losing control had stunned him.
"No need to apologize… ugh—"
Yumiko pulled a pack of moisturizing wipes from her pocket, dabbing her sweaty forehead. Kagura kept his distance, aware that crowding a girl in such a confined, dim space—especially one in her predicament—would only stress her more.
It was awkward enough already.
As Yumiko fell silent, so did Kagura. He sat on a basketball near the vaulting horse, waiting. Soon, the class bell rang, and he reassured her, "Hear that? Just hang on a bit longer…"
"What choice do I have?!" Yumiko's urgency sharpened her tone, but she quickly coughed, softening. "Sorry… I'm just… struggling. Cut me some slack."
"No worries, I get it."
Kagura waited patiently.
Back in the classroom, Hachiman had returned. Like most schools, Sobu High lacked a boys' changing room, so the guys swapped clothes in the classroom, while girls used a dedicated space. As the boys changed back into uniforms and the girls trickled in, Hachiman noticed Kagura's absence.
"Where's Kagura?"
Hachiman propped his chin, frowning.
"Uh, Hikigaya-kun, have you seen Sawamura-kun?"
Megumi Katou approached from the front door, noticing Kagura's empty seat as class loomed. She leaned on his desk, asking Hachiman.
"Oh? Uh… no clue where he went."
Caught off guard by Megumi's initiative, Hachiman hesitated.
"I see…" Megumi returned to her seat, scanning the room. "Miura-san hasn't come back either. I hope they're okay."
"They're… probably fine, right?"
Hachiman's lips twitched, recalling Kagura turning back to help Yumiko with the rackets.
He'd considered helping too, but Yumiko Miura intimidated him. He worried she'd kick him or call him "gross" if he tried.
"Well, Sawamura-kun's pretty reliable, and Miura-san's capable. If they're together, they're probably fine."
"Why are you so sure they're together?"
Hachiman muttered, but before Megumi could respond, the teacher entered with the bell.
Hachiman glanced at Megumi's back, expecting her to raise her hand, but she didn't. He hesitated to speak up himself. The teacher noticed Kagura's empty seat but, given Kagura's status—practically begged by the school to attend, with the principal instructing leniency—chose to ignore it. Yumiko's absence was noted too, but calling her out would mean addressing Kagura, so the teacher played dumb, announcing, "Open your textbooks to page… Today, we'll cover…"
Due to these oversights, Kagura and Yumiko waited nearly 30 minutes without rescue.
Without a clock, time dragged, marked only by Yumiko's pained sighs. Kagura's anxiety grew, the silence oppressive.
"Why aren't they coming? This is really bad…" Yumiko sat up, tugging her skirt hem, nodding toward Kagura. "Can you knock again? Someone might hear."
Kagura glanced back—her face was pale, sweat beading on her forehead. This couldn't go on. He focused, thinking: Yumiko Miura, what she needs most.
And then…
"Damn it!"
Closing his eyes, Kagura saw, in his mind's system interface, a pack of system-issued adult diapers materialize.
Technically, diapers were exactly what Yumiko needed, but handing them to her? Unthinkable. She'd have to remove her panties to use them, and no girl could endure that humiliation without slapping him senseless.
"Get rid of it!" Kagura ordered the system to delete the item. Yumiko, voice trembling with desperation, pleaded, "Sawamura, please, just knock…"
"Alright, alright!"
Kagura rushed to the door, hammering it and shouting, but the storage room seemed sealed in a soundproof bubble. No one responded.
Turning back, he saw Yumiko collapse onto the mat with a low, agonized groan.
With no other options, he kept waiting.
Five minutes later, Yumiko was writhing in discomfort. Unable to watch her suffer, Kagura silently summoned: Activate auxiliary system.
"Greetings, Lord Kagura. How may I assist?"
"If I recall, I have one unused [Clear Spring] item."
"Correct. [Clear Spring] x1 is safely stored in your inventory."
"Use it on Yumiko Miura, who's with me."
"Confirmed. [Clear Spring] applied to Yumiko Miura, 2.4 meters away."
"End service."
Back in reality, Yumiko now carried the [Clear Spring] effect. Her body would remain pristine, with sweat, urine, or any fluids transforming into fragrant, pure water. Even if she wore thick stockings and boots all day in summer, her feet would stay fresh and faintly scented.
If she lost control now, it'd be like spilling perfumed water—easily fixed with a single "Cleanse" spell.
But telling her, "Just pee, it's fine"? Impossible. She'd deck him.
With seven or eight minutes until the bell, Yumiko could hold out no longer. Struggling to sit up, she clutched her abdomen, gripping the mat's edge, her face crimson. "Sawamura… do you… have any ideas? I'm at my limit."
"Uh…" Kagura approached, hesitating. "Class is almost over. Please, just a bit longer. Unless—"
"Unless what?"
Yumiko grabbed his shirt hem, clinging to him like a lifeline.
"Well…" Kagura dangled the empty inowater bottle. "Maybe, Miura-nee, you could… make do with this?"
Unlike China's wide-mouthed bottles, Japanese ones, like this, had narrow openings, tricky even for guys to use in a pinch, let alone girls.
"You!" Yumiko's face soured, slapping her forehead as she gasped. "A guy might manage, but a girl? Did you sleep through health class?"
"I'm out of ideas… but, I think a girl could use it, carefully, if you take it slow…"
"Ugh, you…" Yumiko, red-faced, glanced up, tugging her skirt and staring at her exposed thighs. "You're not… trying to see me, are you?"
"No, no, I'm genuinely trying to help, Miura-nee!"
He'd called her "nee," and it softened her slightly. Her trembling right hand reached for the bottle.
But the moment she touched it, she covered her mouth, shaking her head, mumbling, "No… I can't…"
"Here, Miura-nee, take it…"
Kagura set the bottle beside her, then pushed the vaulting horse to shield her mat. Grabbing a basketball, he sat behind it, facing the door. "I won't peek. I'll cover my ears. When you're done, tap my shoulder."
He pressed his hands over his ears.
Yumiko crawled to check on him, and sure enough, Kagura sat rigidly, the picture of propriety. She wavered.
She didn't know when class would end or if anyone would find them. The restroom was a distant mirage, but the bottle was within reach.
"Don't… don't look…"
She muttered, unheard by Kagura.
Retreating, she gripped the bottle, teeth clenched, trying to hold on.
But the body, once signaled relief was possible, rebelled. Her mind raced with the dangers of holding it too long, the humiliation of leaking on the way to the restroom, the mockery from classmates…
She thought and thought until, at her breaking point, she snatched the bottle, unscrewing the cap with a growl.
"Stupid PE! A skirt would've made this easier… but no, track pants—argh!"
Fuming, Yumiko tried slipping the bottle under her pants' waistband, but it was too difficult, and the stuffy, sweaty fabric bunched at her legs was unbearable. Frustrated, she tossed the bottle aside, yanking her pants and pink silk panties to her ankles.
"Phew…"
Nervously tugging her shirt hem, she stole a glance at Kagura. His lack of impropriety drew a small, relieved smile. He's so… pure. Even after our kiss, it's not awkward. Maybe I've always seen him as a little brother?
The thought eased her burden. Sitting on the mat's edge, she struggled to spread her legs, hindered by the pants tangled at her ankles. She managed to part her thighs just enough.
Without a mirror, she relied on muscle memory. Holding the bottle with her left hand, she pressed its mouth firmly against her private area.
She tried to let go, but it was too hard—she wasn't perfectly aligned.
Yumiko's blonde hair was dyed, originally a pale shade, but her body hair remained black. Annoyed by stubble after shaving, she'd opted for laser hair removal in her third year of middle school, completing it by the first semester of high school. Now, her lower body was smooth and hairless.
Perhaps due to her height, her private area was mature but lacked sagging labia, with minimal pigmentation—only slightly darker than her creamy thighs. Compared to some girls' taut, smooth vulvas, Yumiko's, when closed, showed fine vertical wrinkles along the labia, like delicate finger joints.
Her vulva resembled an elongated, oval leaf, with the central slit as the stem and faint, irregular vein-like creases spreading outward. The clitoris and lower opening were concealed tightly within, like a peach pressed flat, requiring parting or biting to reach the sweet flesh.
This structure made aligning the bottle's narrow mouth with her urethra nearly impossible single-handedly.
With no choice, she used her right hand, pressing her index and middle fingers against her labia, gently spreading them to expose the hidden flesh. It still wasn't enough—the plump labia blocked the bottle, leaving a small gap.
"Damn it…"
Ignoring her shame, Yumiko spread herself wider, finally aligning the bottle snugly. A tiny gap remained at the top, but the lower rim pressed firmly against her. She could now relax her sphincter…
But a new problem arose.
She'd held it too long. Despite her desperation, nothing came.
Tears of frustration welled up as she urged herself, "Come on, come on…"
Finally, a few glistening droplets emerged, followed by a clear, forceful stream—psss—surging into the bottle. The pressure nearly made her lose her grip, but she tightened her hold, biting her lip, easing the flow into a steady, gentle stream that splashed against the bottle's walls, slowly filling it.
"Phew… if you try, it's doable!"
Feeling her abdomen relax, Yumiko allowed herself a faint smile.
She glanced at Kagura, then at the bottle's damp rim, blushing fiercely.
This… this is the bottle Sawamura drank from. I didn't even wipe it… Wait, wiping wouldn't matter—it's still where his lips and tongue touched, pressed against me… Oh god, isn't this indirect cunnilingus?!
Her hands trembled, causing a few droplets to spill. Panicked, she steadied the bottle, not daring to move.
"Sawamura's not looking, right? Don't look, don't look… I'd die of shame…"
She focused on the bottle, terrified of spilling more.
But then, the bell rang.
Ding… ding—!!!
The sharp chime from the wall outside startled Yumiko, her nerves frayed. The bottle slipped—clunk!—falling between her legs. She leapt off the mat to grab it, but the round bottle, filled with sloshing liquid and propelled by its fall, rolled away.
Devastated, Yumiko chased it, tears streaming, forgetting her pants were still down. The bunched fabric obscured her feet, and she stepped on a stray tennis ball, shrieking, "Wahhh!" as she fell backward.
Even if Kagura hadn't heard her earlier, the bell and her scream were unmistakable. Expecting her to signal she was done, he instead heard her cry.
"Miura-nee, you okay?!"
He spun around, seeing Yumiko wincing, rubbing her head where it had hit the vaulting horse. Her track pants tangled at her ankles, her smooth, hairless lower body fully exposed, her round hips pressed against the floor, legs parted. A weak stream trickled from her slit, slowing to a stop, soaking the area between her thighs. Unconsciously, she squeezed her abdomen, coaxing out one final, delicate spurt.
That last, fragile trickle of [Clear Spring] left Kagura transfixed.
Watching a girl release after holding it to her limit wasn't unlike seeing a climax, though without the sexual pleasure or orgasm.
"Uh…"
Kagura covered his face, but his fingers parted wide, taking in every detail.
This wasn't peeping—it was force majeure.
Who could've predicted Yumiko would trip and expose herself like this?
Groaning, "Ow, ow, ow…" Yumiko struggled to sit up. Opening her eyes, she saw Kagura standing over her.
She froze, glancing down.
"Wah… wahhh—!! Sawamura, don't look! Don't look!"
She kicked her tangled legs, shouting for him to turn away but covering her face instead, too mortified to face him.
"Miura-nee, calm down!" Kagura turned his back. "You screamed, so I checked on you out of worry!"
"You… ughhh… If you hadn't suggested the bottle, I wouldn't be this humiliated… Don't look! My pants are soaked, my panties too, and it's all over the floor… I'm done for…"
Yumiko scuffed her shoes against the ground, sobbing pitifully.
"Miura-nee, don't panic. I'll clean it up!"
Kagura coughed, resolute.
With his "Cleanse" spell, he could erase any mess—even ink on a white dress—instantly. He'd initially planned to let her wet herself and clean her up, but couldn't say it. Now that things had spiraled, he could act freely.
Thanks to [Clear Spring], her urine was fragrant water, making the cleanup psychologically easier.
"Even if you clean… what about my pants? They're drenched, and they'll smell. How can I face anyone? Are you giving me your pants?"
"No need for that. Trust me, I've got this."
"You're not… making fun of me?"
"Miura-nee, I'm too worried to mock you."
"Then… you didn't want to see me—wait, you saw, didn't you?!"
"Uh, sorry, I saw everything. Crystal clear."
"Ugh, you're impossible… If you've seen it once, twice doesn't matter…" Yumiko bit her lip, half-reclining, tugging her shirt to barely cover herself. "Fine… help me fix this. You're not lying, right?"
"Lie, and I'll never play piano again."
"No need for that… I thought you just wanted to stare…"
"I'm turning around."
Kagura coughed, reaching back.
Yumiko, still nervous, had no better options. She nodded dazedly. "Okay… turn."
He faced her. Her knees were drawn up, clamped tightly, her left fist hovering near her lips, her right pressing her track top's hem. Her face was beet red, her tangled pants untouched—likely because she felt they were "tainted" and too gross to pull up. Girls, after all, prized cleanliness, even if their rooms were a mess.
Kagura's gaze was steady. He took a few deep breaths, knelt beside her, and gently took her left hand. "Miura-nee, relax. Leave it to me. I'm grateful for before—this is my repayment."
He meant her "curse-breaking" kiss and her desperate chase to the rooftop, shouting, "Don't die, touch my legs!"—words that had touched him deeply.
Kagura wasn't heartless. He repaid kindness and settled scores.
"Ugh, stop bringing that up… Just figure this out. I'm trusting you—don't let me down."
"I won't." Kagura exhaled, releasing her right hand and resting his on her knee. "Can you… open a little?"
"Wha—?!"
Yumiko flinched, torn between fear and shame, but his earnestness disarmed her. After a tense stare, she lowered her eyes, lashes trembling. "You're impossible… Don't touch weirdly…"
She parted her legs just enough for his hand to slip through.
Kagura carefully slid along her left inner thigh, his fingertips grazing her still-damp garden.
"Eek!"
She clamped her legs, curling up, looking at him pitifully, on the verge of tears.
"Sawamura…"
"Miura-nee, let me touch just a bit."
"Ugh… fine…"
She reluctantly opened her legs again, allowing his palm to cup her lips.
"Cleanse!"
Kagura thought.
Instantly, her soaked private area became perfectly dry, as if freshly bathed and air-dried.
"Ah… thank you…"
Sensing the change, Yumiko thanked him instinctively.
The system ensured "Cleanse" seemed like Kagura's doing, unnoticed as magic. She didn't question it—just thanked him.
"Told you I wouldn't lie." Kagura withdrew his hand smoothly, moving to her bunched pants and panties at her calves. Pressing against them, he thought, "Cleanse!"
Her clothes restored in a flash. Supporting her, he placed a hand on her hips—another "Cleanse!"
Yumiko endured, blushing furiously.
Swish—Kagura crouched to pull up her pink silk panties, but she swatted his hand, snatching them. "I… I can do this… Thanks…"
He shrugged, helping her with her pants and tying the drawstring. Finally, he touched the wall—"Cleanse!"—erasing every trace of liquid from the floor.
The storage room looked untouched.
Yumiko, unfazed, shook her pant legs, rubbed the fabric, and sniffed her hand.
Kagura sniffed his right hand, making her squirm, but he smiled. "Rose scent… lovely."
He recalled Ai's osmanthus-scented fluids post-[Clear Spring]. Yumiko's were rose, fitting her vibrant personality.
Yumiko sniffed herself, confirming the rose fragrance, accepting it as normal, as if Kagura's touch had caused it.
"Thanks for trusting me."
Kagura smiled warmly.
Yumiko averted her gaze, right hand across her stomach, bowing slightly, then deeper, fidgeting with her wavy locks. "Um… I should thank you."
"But, Miura, why didn't you hit the restroom before PE? You were in such a state."
"I… I…" Yumiko covered her face, peeking through her fingers. "Sawamura, you want to know?"
"Uh… is it private or something?"
"You really want to know?"
"Pretty curious, yeah."
Kagura had been puzzling over this.
Logically, if she'd felt the urge during PE, holding it for a couple of classes shouldn't have been an issue. Unless she'd been holding it long before—but why?
"You're impossible…" Yumiko coughed, fist near her lips, glancing at him sidelong. "So… you, uh, Sawamura, you… you know, take care of yourself, right?"
"Why ask that out of nowhere?"
"You asked me something embarrassing first! You go first!"
"Fine. I've only done it once, recently."
Last night, with Eriri's absurd "handlebar" stunt, leaving him too worked up to calm down.
"Really?"
Yumiko's eyes widened, skeptical.
"I swear on my family and honor."
Kagura raised his right hand, deadly serious.
Impressed, Yumiko coughed, twirling her finger. "Well… then you know most girls, uh, do similar things sometimes, right?"