Princess hug is the right way to pave the way

"You you you you you..."

Miharu was embarrassed and panicked, steam gushed out from above her head, and the temperature on her face quickly exceeded the warning line.

"To actually use that kind of thing in front of Onee-sama… to push my ass…"

She's a 20 year old college student, Miharu knows exactly what's behind her ass.

Dirty.

Nasty!

Wild animals!

If you do this kind of thing in front of Onee-sama and your female classmates, you will be caught!

"Miharu-san, are you alright?"

Naoki asked.

The hot breath he exhaled fell on Miharu's ears, causing her body to tremble slightly like an electric shock.

Immediately after, a hand reached out and hugged his waist, making his legs go limp, and his heart nearly leapt out of his throat.

"I-I'm fine..."

A hazy mist welled up in his eyes, and swallowed all his complaints with tears in his stomach.

Can't escape.

If Onee-sama saw Asakawa attack her, she would definitely be very angry, right?

Her emotions were too excited, maybe it would reveal her forbidden relationship with Asakawa, but there are still students from Onee-sama...

Not!

Be sure to keep this a secret!

For the sake of Onee-sama's future, even if I am held back, I must grit my teeth and endure to the end!

"Miharu?" Mafuyu looked suspicious, "Why is your face a little weird?"

"I-I'm fine." Miharu hastily smiled, but no matter how she looked at it, she 'forced a smile', "As long as my female Onee-sama is okay."

Mafuyu tilted her head, confused: "What's wrong with me?"

"Of course it's a social death event!"

While being bullied from behind by Onee-sama's students, while maintaining Onee-sama's mood, Miharu felt an indescribable grievance suddenly rise in her heart.

"Not." Sekijou crouched down and said quickly, "The magic circle is still small, and it seems that Asakawa and Miharu-san aren't heavy enough."

"Eh?"

Miharu looked down, only to notice that the magic circle wasn't fully lit.

"Try someone else?"

Naoki offered advice.

"W-what!"

Miharu turned her head angrily to look at Naoki.

"Miharu-san?" Naoki was inexplicable "Why are you looking at me?"

Miharu had tears in her eyes, and she whispered:

"Asakawa is too greedy!"

Replacement?

Change who?

Enough of bullying me, do you still want to do the same to Onee-sama, it will be found out!

Boys are truly beasts who only care about the lower body!

Naoki let go of Miharu, took a half step back, then put his hand in his pants pocket in front of Miharu.

"What did he do?"

Miharu raised her hand to cover her eyes, showing only a pair of eyes and looked up.

Are you tickled?

Or on purpose to yourself?

Too much too much –

Not!

Make sure to separate her and Onee-sama!

That's too lewd. In front of Onee-sama, he dares to do such an outrageous thing. When I'm not here, how will Onee-sama be bullied!

No wonder I said on the phone that Onee-sama was stiff, must have done something so extreme!

"Eh?" Miharu's eyes widened, her heart was pounding, and her face was red like fire, "This act of digging something… is this Asakawa serious?"

"There are surveillance cameras everywhere in the Escape Room!"

"Wait a moment ..."

Miharu wanted to speak to stop him, but it was a pity she was a step behind.

Naoki has taken out the source of all evil from his pocket

"How could that be..."

Miharu's lips parted slightly, and her whole body was unwell.

"It's a bit inconvenient to put it in your pocket, but take it out." Naoki took out a flashlight from his pocket, "Miharu-san? Why are you crying?"

"I…" Miharu raised her hand to wipe her eyes, turned her back, and said in a sad voice, "I don't want to talk to you."

"Not true."

Sekijou suddenly said.

Miharu trembled, and hastily looked down at her toes, feeling guilty.

Could it be that what Asakawa and I did just now was discovered by Onee-sama's disciples?

Wait, the thing stuck to my ass is definitely a flashlight, and, nothing like that, it's fine to get caught, right?

Sekijou held his chin with his right hand and snapped his fingers:

"Miharu-san's posture just now was wrong."

"It's okay to say..."

Miharu said nonchalantly.

"Shouldn't have stood." Sekijou pointed at the wall, his eyes shining, "If my guess is right, one person should lift the other, so the two of them don't need to be awkward."

Miharu turned her head to look at the wall.

Graffiti of an elementary school student does show one person holding another in his arms in the arms of a daughter.

So late.

Miharu suddenly felt sad.

If I had known sooner, I wouldn't have had to worry about it for so long!

"Kirisu sensei." Sekijou turned to look at Mafuyu, and coughed lightly, "What should we do next?"

Since Miharu is an ice skater, she works out all year round, and she is on a diet.

That is, the matter is not over yet, it is Sekijou and Mafuyu's turn to sacrifice their lives for justice.

Mafuyu turned his face away, and shifted the responsibility to his students:

"…Sekijou-san, please."

In front of her little sister and students, let Naoki hug her like a princess... She is also someone who wants to save face.

"In that case, okay." Sekijou blushed slightly, took a deep breath, and his expression became serious, "I'll give it a try."

When the situation is forced, someone has to step up.

With Kirisu-sensei's iceberg character… it's hard to imagine her being hugged by a boy.

Sekijou stepped in front of Naoki, and tried his best to speak in a nonchalant tone:

"Don't think too much, I'm just working with you to solve the riddle."

"Yes yes."

"Don't touch it."

"I don't want to touch it at all."

Naoki's expression was indifferent, and he turned his head and handed the flashlight to Miharu: "Miharu-san, help me get a flashlight."

"Ah…I-I see."

Miharu took the flashlight carefully, as if it was something untouched and unclean. Even though she tried his best to hide it, his face was still very complicated.

Just now I felt the flashlight on my ass, but now I have to hold it in my hand... I feel so embarrassed.

"I start?"

Naoki looked at Sekijou and finally confirmed.

Sekijou with a serious expression on his face headed for the execution ground:

"Come on."