Stealing Spree

Chapter 2089: You're imagining things, sensei



"Boy, is the Student Council also involved with this?"

Paraphrasing the question that Orimura-sensei raised, Hayashi-sensei faked a cough as she put me under her stern gaze.

I glanced at Orimura-sensei first. She was still puzzled but close to piecing out what

happened.

I put on a meaningful smile and answered, "No. It was me. I asked Mutsumi-senpai to help me decorate the clubhouse. I thought it would be fine since she's using the back gate that no one uses anymore."

As I revealed that card, I noticed Hayashi-sensei edging at her table. A vein appeared on the back of her hand as her grip tightened on the table.

"Clubhouse?" Orimura-sensei raised an eyebrow. She's been teaching here for a few years already and she probably knew that those clubhouses were already abandoned. That's why when I mentioned it, her gaze actually went to the Director who should be aware of everything that's happening in the school.

Looking like she had just taken a bitter pill, a frown formed on her face which also immediately straightened.

While trying her hardest to appear composed, she enlightened Orimura-sensei, "I heard from the Student Council President about someone applying to use a clubhouse. So, it was you! For what purpose?"

Not gonna lie, her acting was on point but was she really going down this route?

Instead of coming clean, she's burying herself deeper.

"I've submitted an application to the President. I thought you checked it before giving your approval, sensei."

"Oh... D-did I? It must've flown away from my mind."

"Excuse me, Director. Does this mean you have given him the green light? So, Matsunaga is telling the truth. She was hired to deliver it."

"T-that seems to be the case."

"I see. What's going to happen then?"

"Let me handle it. Has that child, Matsunaga, left already?"

"Yes. She handed me this letter and receipt to be given to her employer." She then pulled out a folded note and the receipt she was talking about.

She then approached me, nudged my shoulder, and silently muttered, "Oi brat, take this. Next time tell her not to get caught."

Soon after that, she took a few steps back and bowed in Hayashi-sensei's direction who looked like she was on the verge of breaking her character.

"Then, I'll take my leave, Director."

I don't know if she managed to connect the dots but one thing is for sure, she linked Mutsumi-senpai to me and already suspected my relationship with her.

After Orimura-sensei left, Hayashi-sensei who was stuck frozen there finally moved. As though her face shattered and fragments of glass fell to the ground, she stomped her way to my location and forcefully sat down.

"Y-you shameless brat. Did you just try to pin the blame on me?"

"I didn't. But I think that's the conclusion Orimura-sensei has reached. She caught Mutsumi- senpai and reported to you. Then you called us both here, only to be revealed that it's all for the clubhouse you approved for me."

"I disgraced myself as the Director. Ugh!" She facepalmed before sighing as she gave me another glance.

I could feel the frustration but didn't she dig her grave herself?

I only guided her to it. In any case, she's still pretty safe though. I never mentioned the key that she personally awarded to me.

"Ah. Don't worry. If it's Orimura-sensei, she'll probably understand."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Did you not know, sensei? She also found me troublesome. So, she'll understand your plight of having to deal with me."

I'm not lying. That's why she's now attempting to set me on the correct path. It just so happened that her method was a miss yet pleasurable for both of us.

"You brat. Why does that come across as you being proud of it?"

"You're imagining things, sensei. By the way, I'm here for a different reason, right? Should I just skip my report and start massaging you?"

Since she'd probably spend some time tidying through the embarrassment she brought upon herself, I tried to change the topic.

Alas, it's not that effective because of that last part.

"... Don't be ridiculous! You. Just behave yourself for a second. Haa... I feel like I'm getting stressed out more now that I'm dealing with you."

"Oh. If that's the case, may I suggest lowering the frequency of my reports?"

"You really just say anything that comes to your mind, do you?" With an exhausted look, Hayashi-sensei reached for my ear and pinched it.

"As I said, you're imagining things, sensei." I shrugged.

"Ugh. I've had enough of you!" As though the wick that had been sizzling since earlier finally reached the blow fuse, Hayashi-sensei exploded as she grabbed my head and put me in a

headlock.

Not gonna lie, she has the strength necessary to do this. However, her massive balloon mitigated more than 90% of the damage she was dealing to me.

A little wiggle of my body and the lock came loose followed by the pleasant sensation of her bountiful bosom. Not to mention, her fragrant scent was soothing enough that it took my mind away from the slight pain being dealt by her.

Of course, I kept my clarity on me and soon replied to her. The tone of my voice is respectful and cheeky at the same time, "Sensei, is this a reward or a punishment? Either way, I'm happy

to oblige."

"Just shut your trap for a moment, you crafty brat. What should I do with you?"

"It depends. You can let me go or... I can try and reciprocate this."

"Did I not tell you to shut up?"

"Oh... I understand, sensei."

I could still feel her rage pumping around her chest. Maybe if I looked up, I'd find her glaring

at me with a complicated look on her face.

I admit. That was a little excessive. I shouldn't have pushed her buttons to the limit like this.

But what can I do when she prints a huge target on herself? I'm a man also known for my decisiveness. Unlike those few guys I'd rather not name who became the embodiment of the

opposite.

As Hayashi-sensei spent a few minutes noticeably cringing from her own thoughts while still having me locked close to her, I got to enjoy the luxury of being able to feel her softness and smell her scent that the boys could only dream of.

Did she ever recover? Yes. After realizing that her shame had already passed.

With this, the less than fifteen minutes of my remaining time before the next period dropped down to less than ten. And it's going to drop even more.

"Fine. I should do something to prevent the same thing from happening again. I'll assign Orimura-sensei to supervise that clubhouse of yours. You're unofficial so think of a way to turn that den of yours into something more functional. That way, no one will raise a question when it comes to light in the future."

Oh? So, that's what she's thinking about, huh?

I'm moved.

But what did she mean by assigning Orimura-sensei as supervisor? Do I have to report to her

about the progress of the clubhouse now?

As for coming up with something functional. I guess I already have an idea.

We'll plant some potatoes and treat everyone with potato dishes when the time comes. Is

Potato Clubhouse an apt name?

Uh. On second thought, let's not decide on that yet. I might get mobbed by my girls if they suddenly learned that I named it like that.

I'm serious about planting potatoes though! Let me try my hand at gardening.

"I understand," I answered as I felt her hold on my head loosened.

I naturally pulled away at this point and straightened my back.

Upon glancing at Hayashi-sensei, she looked like she was still waiting for my report as well as

the massage.

With that, I stood up, moved behind the couch, and put my hand on her shoulders.

At the same time as I started using my skilled hands to give her some relief from the stress I,

myself, dealt to her, I narrated my abridged experience in Tokyo yesterday and the adventures I had when I showed up to pick up Marika.