Itsuka Shiori: Could I Actually Be a Pig? (Part 2)

Her gaze slowly dropped, and an expression of terror, as though she had spent a day touring a haunted house, gradually appeared on her gentle, sweet face.

T-Teacher's pants... looked very wrong!!!

In an instant.

Itsori's little face flushed red as though a rocket had launched.

Teacher was a very lewd person.

It was something she had always wanted to clear her name of but could never wash away, leaving her no choice but to ignore it—he watched lewd stuff even during the time it took him to buy groceries.

Her brain seemed to have been jolted by electrified acupuncture needles, instantly connecting all of today's events.

Teacher's wife had died for various reasons.

Teacher apparently had no concept of grief, and she happened to be rather pretty?

So...

Teacher had reacted to her?!!!

Her heart trembled as if faced with something horrifying, shaking with the intensity of a military drum being stomped by a three-hundred-pound fatty.

Her amber eyes seemed to widen as far as they could.

Judging by her recent conquest speed...

Miss Itsori could be called Raizen High School's number one heartbreaker.

But did this girl, whose daily life seemed to consist of cooking, laundry, and looking after her sister, truly possess the determination and scum-like prowess to match a heartbreaker?

The answer was clearly no.

Every action she had taken so far had been driven by an overwhelming desire to save others.

—Otherwise, she would definitely have stayed home doing housework, okay?!

If the man before her had appeared as a Spirit...

Even if Teacher's wife were still alive, she would have charged forward with Boar Rush amid the cries of a crowd of pig-noses, prepared to have every last hair plucked from her head.

But—

He had already proven his identity—he was not a Spirit,