Let me see!

Uesugi Hara walked along the path illuminated by streetlights, carrying his things and feeling like he hadn't eaten his fill.

The sky had turned completely dark. That tiramisu from earlier might have been just right for a little girl like Sakayanagi Arisu, but for him, it was barely enough to whet his appetite.

He pondered stopping by the convenience store downstairs on his way back, hoping to try his luck and see if he could snag any leftover bento boxes.

Suddenly, a dull thud came from the corner of a nearby alley—the sound of bodies colliding, mixed with heavy, ragged breathing.

Uesugi Hara paused, his footsteps faltering, feeling a sense of shock: Are students these days really this open?

But when Uesugi Hara crept over, full of anticipation, what he saw was Ryuen Kakeru being pinned down and hammered. He couldn't help but mutter to himself: This isn't the content I signed up for. Did I forget to pay for a subscription?

Once he recognized the person doing the beating, it dawned on him—Ryuen Kakeru still hadn't managed to subdue Yamada Albert.

His mouth twitched. It wasn't the scene he had expected, nor was it the "Ryuen getting real" he wanted to see. After all that, this is what I get?

Recalling the original story where Ryuen Kakeru wins people over with his "charisma," Uesugi Hara felt the plot was more than a little absurd.

He watched Ryuen Kakeru, who was being beaten without any room to fight back, and wondered to himself just how many beatings this guy would have to take before he could finally win over this massive black man.

As he thought about it, a plan formed in Uesugi Hara's mind: if he took photos and videos of Ryuen getting pummeled, captioned them "Let me see," and sent them to him later...

No sooner said than done, Uesugi Hara quietly pulled out his terminal.

On the way back, Uesugi Hara looked at the image on his terminal—the massive black man pinning Ryuen Kakeru to the ground with one hand while the other reached toward his belt (due to the camera angle), combined with Ryuen Kakeru's desperate struggle and the caption "Be obedient! Let me see!"—and couldn't help but laugh.

A sin, truly a sin.

I hope Ryuen Kakeru doesn't have a mental breakdown when he sees this.

Sunday was shot down by me, so today is Monday.

Uesugi Hara sat at his desk, yawning out of boredom while listening to the idle chatter of others.

"Hey! Did you hear? We have a swimming class with Class D this afternoon."

"Doesn't that mean we'll get to see a lot of the girls in swimsuits? I remember Classmate Kushida from Class D, heh... hehehe..."

"Hey, hey, hey, stow your fantasies," the boy next to him said, elbowing him. "Think about your own doggy paddle first; don't go embarrassing our class in front of Class D," he added with a look of disgust.

"Hey, Uesugi, what's your take on the swimming class?" Hashimoto's frivolous voice came from in front of him.

"I'll be using my eyes, of course. The pool will be full of young girls in swimsuits; isn't it nice to watch them bask in their youth?" Uesugi Hara replied flatly.

"Tsk—" A clear clicking of the tongue came from beside him.

Uesugi Hara immediately turned his head: "Hey, you just clicked your tongue, didn't you?"

Kamuro Masumi turned her face away and stayed silent, though her earlobes were quietly flushing red. Uesugi Hara suddenly leaned in close and whispered seductively: "Don't want to see what Sakayanagi looks like in a school swimsuit?"

"Sakayanagi... school swimsuit..." Kamuro Masumi murmured, repeating the words. Her eyes suddenly went vacant and her eyelashes fluttered; she had clearly been hooked into a fantasy.

Watching her like this, Uesugi Hara chuckled inwardly: I wonder if this little girl has given up on the idea of "overthrowing her superior" yet?

Just as Uesugi Hara was deep in thought, the girl directly in front of him suddenly stood up and walked straight toward Sakayanagi Arisu in the other corner of the classroom, her voice filled with curiosity: "Sakayanagi Arisu, Uesugi Hara said he wants to see you in a school swimsuit." She seemed genuinely curious about what Sakayanagi Arisu would look like in one.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake. The buzzing classroom fell instantly silent; even the chirping of birds outside the window became clear.

Everyone's gaze snapped toward them; you could almost hear a pin drop in the air.

Sakayanagi Arisu was resting her chin on her hand, flipping through a book. At these words, her fingertips paused on the page.

She slowly raised her eyes, her ice-blue pupils shimmering with a translucent light under the sun. As her gaze crossed the crowd and landed on Uesugi Hara, a familiar, faint smile still lingered at the corners of her mouth.

"Classmate Uesugi's tastes are just as unique as the rumors suggest." Her voice was clear and gentle, like jade soaked in ice water. "However, it is a pity; due to my physical condition, I do not intend to attend the swimming class."

Uesugi Hara was just about to open his mouth to smooth things over when he saw Kamuro Masumi snap out of her fantasy, her cheeks turning red enough to smoke. Her knuckles, gripping her pen, turned white as she glared fiercely at Uesugi Hara—the look in her eyes seemed to say, "This is all your fault."

"So, Uesugi, you're into school swimsuits, huh?" Hashimoto whistled, deliberately drawing out his tone. "You should've said so earlier; I could've lent you a few magazines."

"Shut up." Uesugi Hara shot him a glare, only to see the girl who had just passed on the message tilting her head at him, as if studying some rare species.

Morishita Ran, you usually look so harmless, but I never expected you to be this kind of person; you really make me furious.

"But if Classmate Sakayanagi wore a school swimsuit, she would definitely look good." Someone in the back row whispered, only to be immediately gagged by the person next to them. Kid, don't you want to live?

Sakayanagi Arisu gently closed her book, tapping her fingertips on the cover: "If Classmate Uesugi truly wishes to see it, perhaps I might consider it next time." Her words sounded like a joke, yet also like a serious proposition, the tail end of her sentence carrying a faint, elusive smile.

Knowing the little girl was just teasing, Uesugi Hara quickly changed the subject.

"Haha, just a joke, don't take it so seriously." Uesugi Hara gave a dry laugh, scratching the back of his head. He quickly shifted his gaze away from Sakayanagi Arisu and deliberately raised his voice to drown out the awkwardness: "Speaking of which, how's the water temperature for the swimming class this afternoon? I hope it's not too cold to get in."

His words were like a stone thrown into a frozen lake; while it didn't completely break the silence, it at least loosened the solidified air.

Yet, the way he deliberately steered the conversation away only made the surrounding gazes look at him with even more interest.

Kamuro Masumi's face turned even redder, heat radiating even from the tips of her ears. Watching her, Uesugi Hara was certain that the little girl's confidence in "overthrowing her superior" had likely been thoroughly rattled by that moment.

He wanted to make another quip, but the class bell suddenly rang. The teacher walked in with a lesson plan, pausing as he scanned the room: "Why is it so quiet? What interesting things were you talking about just now?"

The whole class shook their heads in unison. Hashimoto held back a laugh, his shoulders shaking as if he were having a seizure; Morishita Ran seemed to still be contemplating Sakayanagi Arisu in a school swimsuit; Kamuro Masumi's face remained flushed, still unable to recover.

Uesugi Hara leaned back in his chair, looking at the teacher at the podium, thinking to himself: The swimming class this afternoon might be a difficult one for me to endure.