177. Changing Room?

177. Changing Room?

Inside the screen partition, the cold, pitch-black hidden camera slowly activated.

Accompanied by an ear-piercing scream from Rokujou Eneru, a crystal-clear high-resolution photo appeared in Hikigaya Hachiman's hand.

Smooth, flawless, and densely lustrous.

Hikigaya Hachiman suddenly recalled a rumor — that such beings are greedy in certain ways.

Yumeko was like that, and Rokujou Eneru seemed to be as well...

Cough — he was getting sidetracked. Hachiman lightly cleared his throat as the judge uploaded the photo to his phone.

"Here you go, Lord Hikigaya. This is your spoils of war from this game. Please accept it," said the female referee in the big yellow dog costume.

"Good work." Hikigaya Hachiman nodded in acknowledgment.

Beside him, Shimizu immediately rushed into the screen. No need to ask — she must have gone to comfort her partner.

As for Yumeko...

"H-Hachiman, can you come in and help me? My dress is stuck."

Yumeko's voice trembled a little. Hachiman immediately remembered that she was wearing the Jabami family formal gown — it must have been a pain to get on in the first place.

Hearing this, Hachiman didn't hesitate or feel shy. He entered the screen partition at once.

After all, they were already like an old married couple. Seeing this or that didn't matter anymore.

As soon as he stepped inside the screen, it felt like entering a peach-colored fantasyland. The air was thick with the scent of hormones. Hachiman involuntarily gasped and looked down at the puddles of liquid on the floor, confused about what had happened.

He instinctively crouched to examine them and realized — this wasn't just sweat.

The liquid was sticky and seemed to carry a sweet, girlish fragrance.

'This... could it be...' Hachiman's heartbeat suddenly sped up. He didn't want to believe his own assumption.

But reason told him — it was true.

And this was the entry point. The dice roll earlier wouldn't have been enough for Yumeko to return to the starting spot.

'Could it be... Yumeko took off all her clothes as soon as she came in?'

'No way...'

It sounded absurd — but somehow it aligned with Hachiman's impression of Yumeko.

When it came to gambling and anything lewd, her mind turned into a nuclear waste dump of perversion. And why nuclear waste? Because the destructive power was massive.

"Yumeko, where are you~?"

Hachiman instinctively pulled back a curtain closest to the voice. A pair of pale hands landed on his shoulders, pushing him down. Caught off guard, they both fell to the floor. To prevent Yumeko from getting hurt, Hachiman held her tightly in his arms.

He looked up to see Yumeko, eyes red, mouth open, drool dripping from her canine tooth onto his face — looking exactly like a zombie about to feast.

At that moment, Hachiman truly understood the meaning of wife-on-top.

Yumeko's "you-can-eat-but-not-finish" was now being packed and delivered straight to Hachiman.

"Yumeko, stop! Everyone's waiting outside for us!" Hachiman shouted in shock and terror — but it was already too late.

"Mm~ ahh—!"

Outside the screen, the other girls waited quietly.

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Rokujou Eneru, now properly dressed but disheveled, curled up in the photography club's office chair, burying her head between her pale thighs and hugging herself tightly.

'I really... got photographed.'

'I... was seen completely by a guy.'

The thought of her most shameful part now captured in a photo by Hikigaya filled Rokujou Eneru with bottomless dread.

How could she face anyone from now on?

'No. That photo must be retrieved. I heard that boys love to share their trophies in their little circles. If he passes my photo to other guys...'

The disastrous consequences were too terrifying for Rokujou Eneru to imagine. If that happened, she'd have no choice but to drop out of school and transfer somewhere far from Tokyo.

But even that might not save her. Her photo might get spread online under a title like: 

**[Shocking! Uncensored HD Footage of JK Girl]** 

— and it would go viral on unspeakable websites. Even if she ran to the ends of the earth, the internet would still hunt her down.

In the end, she'd have to return to the countryside and marry some honest guy who didn't know how to use the internet.

'That kind of future... No, I don't want that!'

Rokujou Eneru clenched her fists tightly and looked up, her eyes red and teary.

No matter what it took, she had to get that photo back from Hikigaya.

'No matter what method I have to use — even if I have to sleep with him — I'll get that photo back!'

'Just... just pretend I got bitten by a dog or something~'

She glanced around and noticed an unusual stillness. All the other girls except Shimizu were blushing and looking in the same direction.

'Over there?'

Rokujou Eneru followed their gaze — it led to the 3x3 screen partition where Yumeko was.

'Did something happen?'

Maybe because she had been sitting further away, she took a few steps forward — then suddenly froze.

It felt like a steam engine erupted inside her body, steam shooting out through her ears and nostrils.

"W-What's going on in there?" she stammered. The moaning sounds coming from behind the curtain — somewhere between crying and ecstasy — made her tremble. She had never heard such shamefully wet sounds before.

Even when she listened to ASMR with headphones under her blanket at night, nothing had ever been this exaggerated...

This was just like... 

"Is it really that good?!" Rokujou Eneru covered her blushing face with both hands — but she didn't realize that the vivid imagery forming in her mind didn't come from her eyes, but from her ears.

"Ahem, perhaps Jabami-san is injured, and Hikigaya-sama is treating her," said Miharutaki Sakura, the oldest woman present — and one of the few who knew firsthand the intensity Hikigaya was capable of. Naturally, she understood just how deadly that kind of weapon could be.

She lightly cleared her throat and stepped up to restore order to the scene.

"In any case, let's not disturb them right now."

"Shimizu-san, would you please go close the photography clubroom's main door? We mustn't let any outsiders into the activity room."

Rokujou Eneru shut her mouth, swallowing back the words she had wanted to say about getting her photo back.

The group remained in a tense silence, listening intently to the continuous, unabating sounds coming from behind the folding screen.

And the expression on Eneru's uncovered, maskless face shifted along with the rise and fall of those sounds.

Aggrieved → Frightened → Flustered → Drooling with desire.

The fierce determination in her heart — to retrieve the photo even at the cost of her own dignity — was slowly worn down by Yumeko's voice.

'Having Hikigaya get a photo of me is humiliating → Maybe it's not totally unacceptable → If he hides under his covers at night and secretly does that to my picture… so embarrassing…'

Finally—

No one knew how much time had passed.

But as a soul-piercing moan rang out, Yumeko's sonata at last reached its finale. That endlessly blush-inducing chorus of sounds finally came to a stop.

As if possessed by a spirit, Rokujou Eneru slowly lifted her camera. She wanted to capture just how beautiful Yumeko would look — after experiencing such overwhelming pleasure.