Episode 151: Older Man, Not Older Brother (2)
“Now, hold on!”
Saint Dolores blocked Bikir’s way.
“Aren’t you being too hard on the kid? Did you get a kiss?”
“I didn’t get it.”
“It’s ‘not’, it’s ‘not’! He wants to kiss you like that, so please accept it!”
“I’m embarrassed.”
Then Dolores opens her mouth in amazement.
It was the first time I had ever seen someone so proud to say that they were embarrassed by the world.
Eventually, she passed Bikir and hugged the nymphet.
“Ugh, that heartless oppa hates kisses. Can’t you give it to your sister instead?”
“… … .”
“Oh, I hate you… … ?”
But to Dolores, she was a very resolute nymphet.
Dolores looked at the sullen nymphet and the back of Bikir, who was moving away from her, with a curious gaze.
‘I’m a child who never opens up to others… … .’
She knew why Nymphet had opened her heart to Vikir.
The nymphet who dropped the ball into the sewer during Naphtali, and Bikir, who jumped into the sewer without hesitation and retrieved the ball for the nymphet.
Who wouldn’t give their heart if they saw him carelessly returning the ball while dropping filth from his body?
Even Dolores, who was watching the scene from a distance, moved, but I wonder if it was the nymphet who dropped the ball into the sewer.
‘… … Bikir. He’s such an incomprehensible child.’
Dolores was lost in thought, looking at the back of Vikir, who had become smaller in the distance.
I wanted to know a little more about that junior.
* * *
The day was getting dark.
Bikir left the auditorium and headed for the lodging.
The men’s dormitory, with four people per room, is occupied by Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, and Bikir.
Employees of the childcare facility, who were on duty in front of the accommodation, waved to the students.
“Come on, volunteers, come in soon!”
“If you’re late, you know? Building doors are all closed! We can’t open it either.”
“You can’t come out of the dorm after 10!”
Indulgentia Nursery School has a strangely strict curfew.
At night, the doors and windows of all buildings were locked and traffic was strictly prohibited.
The dormitory superintendents always walked around the hallways and listened to the volunteers’ difficulties, but Bikir knew that it was for surveillance, not protection.
‘… … Especially the dormitory side where the children stay is very strict.’
Even the world’s Bikir had never been to the children’s quarters at night.
It was because outside the building, guards were roaming around, and inside, the four shadows of Quilty were fluttering.
Geronto, Hebe, Pedo, Ephebo.
I’ve never seen them, but I can guess their existence by the faint stench.
As long as these four annoying obstacles were holding on, I couldn’t do anything hastily.
So, Bikir waited quietly. Only when their smell fades more and more.
And today, the night the dark clouds swallowed the moon. It was finally time to hunt.
Bikir went to the public shower room and calmly took a shower and wrapped himself in a towel.
In a little while, the evening roll call will begin, and after that it will be bedtime.
I guess it was different as I washed myself off and went to bed with an attitude of knowing nothing.
“Hey, Bikir!”
As planned, Tudor put a shoulder strap on Vikir.
As Vikir turned his head, Tudor smiled and whispered.
“You man. Look at these bloody abs. Who did you split up like this to kill?”
Tudor laughs and rubs Bikir’s stomach.
Then he narrows his eyes and seduces Bikir with a coy voice.
“okay. Are you going to just go to bed tonight with this nice body?”
“Then where are you going?”
“Hey Bikir. As for the body, when it dies, it rots and returns to mere dust. We need to use this young, spunky body a little more efficiently. huh? As long as it’s for you, that’s right, even if it’s for the public good.”
Tudor chuckled as he looked at Bikir’s public (?) body.
Then, Sancho, who was next to him, looked down at Tudor as if he was pitiful.
“In the end, you say that you secretly go to the girls’ dormitory for fun at night. Do you think a guy whose name is an aspiring hero would say something like that?”
“There is a saying that a hero’s original color. A hero naturally likes a color.”
Piggy, who was next to Tudor, timidly helped.
“Aren’t you heroic?”
“ha ha ha! anyway! It is a knight’s romance to meet a lady who will give his all! Who will accuse me of being wrong!”
Tudor began to persuade Sancho and Piggy with bright eyes.
“Isn’t it fun just imagining it? Crossing the pitch-dark night and the strict boundary, climbing up the rope of the castle wall and meeting them! There was only the dragon that was the hindrance. Isn’t this complete chivalry and literature! As you know, our academy’s dormitory is also completely separated into male and female dormitories. If it wasn’t for this opportunity, I wouldn’t be able to spend the night in the same space as young girls for four years!”
“Uh, what are you doing when you meet?”
“Yes Piggy! Good question! What do you do… … Just drinking and playing! We also play drinking games! A little more sincere stories are also exchanged! uh!?”
“Hmm. drinking game? Are we competing until someone collapses and dies?”
“What a Sancho opinion. Why do you play games like that with girls!? Not those ignorant northern drinking games, but playing random games or truth games or something like that!”
Sancho, from the north, had only experience with men who were always sweating when drinking at night, so he was quite interested in Tudor’s words.
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Piggy, too, had never properly spoken to girls his age before, so he was looking at Tudor with half concern and half anticipation.
“Hmm. I’m in favor, but the question is whether the girls will like me. … … You might think of it as a muscle pig blinded by lust.”
“Hey, hey, Sancho. Girls think the same way boys do. I’ve already kissed a lady I liked during the day. If we go to the designated place at the designated time, they will secretly open the back door and greet us.”
“Can I go too? Wouldn’t it be too nuisance… … .”
“Hot ha! The more people, the better! That way, if you get caught, you can share the punishment! And Piggy! Be confident! You’re a plump cutie, so you’re secretly in high demand!”
The conversation goes well(?).
Eventually, Tudor, who succeeded in enlisting Sancho and Piggy, turned his head with a nervous expression.
There stood Bikir with an expressionless face.
Tudor opened his mouth, noticing.
“hmm. Bikir. Since we are sharing a room for 4 people… … I’ll try my best not to harm you, but… … Still, it’s better to experience a deviation at least once for the memories of the last night… … .”
“egg plant.”
“Ah, don’t say it so clearly… … uh?”
Tudor widened his eyes.
And so were Sancho and Piggy.
Bikir made it clear once again.
“let’s go. Girls are good.”
“… … .”
It was the most mismatched expression and dialogue in the world.
Tudor stuttered his mouth open.
“You know I’m not going to duel with girls right now, right? Friendship is friendship.”
“know.”
Bikir nodded, and Sancho and Piggy opened their eyes wide.
“Bikir. Wouldn’t it be painful? tell me if it hurts My ointment, made from medicinal herbs grown in the north, even healed the mind… … .”
“Rain, Bikir. What are you doing? Normally, I have no interest in women… … ?”
Of course, like the worries of his friends, Bikir has always had no interest in women.
Bikir was aiming for something else.
‘… … Tonight is the best chance to kill the demon.’
The moonless night, the world where the night has arrived, is the perfect hunting ground for the night hounds.
Bikir will leave the dormitory under the pretext of a tryst between immature men and women, and will find a gap in the strict vigilance.
If he was caught out early on an assassination attempt, the other male students could make an excuse.
Just as boys of that age usually do, so do girls of that age, and adults who see youths’ fresh love usually smile generously.
Since Tudor is from a high-ranking aristocrat, and Sancho and Piggy are also decent academy students, the identity guarantee is also certain.
Maybe even if Bikir gets caught wandering the halls, he can get out of trouble with the excuse that he got lost while looking for the girls’ quarters.
Meanwhile, Tudor excitedly briefed on the plan for the day.
“Good! Bikir joined, so all the boys in our room were okay. If you add the guys in the other rooms, the number will be quite a bit, right? First of all, when we hear the bell of the clock tower signaling midnight, we pretend to go to the bathroom right away and go out into the hallway… … Along the exhaust vents in the ceiling… … If you go up the water pipe… … The latch on the bathroom window on the first floor of the female dormitory is broken… … When you go up to the emergency exit, the girls write down the room number of today’s meeting place on a piece of paper and under a flower pot… … .”
For a tryst plan made by children, it was quite specific and thorough.
Bikir appropriated this fledgling deviant plan with a rare serious expression.
The greater the number of boys and girls participating in the tryst plan, the more room there was to divert attention.
“… … By doing this. Tonight, the moment when the superintendents on duty change is a gap. Let’s gather together after the roll call and leave when the midnight bell rings.”
Fluffy, fluffy, one-day puppies moan with excitement at the first deviation they experience.
and.
Mixed among these little hairballs was a seasoned hunting dog hiding sharp teeth.
