A youth story of a passerby at the end of the world

Uesugi Genshin, who had finished eating first, placed his clean plate on the recycling bin and was about to go back when he overheard people talking in a blind spot.

I hadn't thought much of it, but I unexpectedly heard a familiar name and stopped in my tracks.

“Look at that guy, Miura.”

"Right? It's intriguing, isn't it? So you really are dating, right? What do you think?" Her tone was assertive, as if she wanted to get other people's attention.

"She was clinging to Ye Shanjun before, but now she's latching onto the vice president." There was a hint of resentment in her voice.

"Hmph, that guy is too arrogant."

"Yeah, she's such a frivolous woman, and the one who's always next to her is too." It seems she doesn't know Yui Yuigahama's name. Yui Yuigahama wasn't here today, so she's being referred to by the name of the woman next to her.

"But, as expected~. Miura is definitely a member of the appearance-obsessed club."

"Yes, yes, I think so too. They seem to have nothing in common, yet they're dating. It feels like they're only after looks, right?"

"Huh? But if you say that, wouldn't the other person also be a member of the appearance-obsessed club?" Perhaps he was holding back for something, but even without calling him by his name, Uesugi Genshin knew he was being referred to.

"Maybe that's exactly what happened?"

They burst into laughter, keeping their voices very low.

It sounds extremely unpleasant.

It's like the buzzing of a mosquito when you're about to fall asleep, or the ticking of a second hand when you're having insomnia in the middle of the night—a very unpleasant noise.

Just hearing this noise makes you want to smack your lips in disgust.

They arbitrarily express their conjectures, speculations, hopes, and even words tinged with jealousy, and when they get into it, they steer the conversation in a more interesting, absurd, and hilarious direction.

How much malice is involved in most of the people who do this?

Perhaps it's just because it's more interesting, that's all.

If someone seriously refutes your statement, they will only say things like, "I was just kidding, don't take it so seriously."

Seriously, it's really infuriating.

"That's enough," a newly joined, unfamiliar girl's voice tried to stop their chatter.

"What? Sagami, mind your own business."

“Talking behind someone’s back is not a good thing.” As he walked out from around the corner, Uesugi Gen casually placed his hand on the hilt of his katana at his waist, his eyes narrowed, his gaze flashing with cold light and revealing murderous intent.

"Huh?" It wasn't that they didn't expect someone to hear it; in fact, it was better this way. But if the person in question heard it, that was another matter entirely.

"I'm sorry," the girl in the Soubu High School uniform standing at the front said instinctively, then nudged her companion behind her, trying to leave.

The courtyard, once a romantic spot for couples, is now deserted because the blood on the ground hasn't been wiped clean.

This person is truly capable of killing.

Who gave you permission to leave?

I originally wanted to say this: a world where people do terrible things and don't accept punishment is the one with problems.

But Sagami Minami, who had spoken up for Miura earlier, hadn't left yet. Instead, she stepped forward somewhat timidly to interrupt him, bowing and saying, "Um... my younger brother is very grateful for your care."

With his thumb pressing back and forth on the hilt of the sword, Uesugi Genshin watched their retreating figures as they quickly left the scene, before finally relaxing his grip.

"It's nothing." Uesugi Genshin said, his eyes relaxing as he turned his head.

Her younger brother, Sagami, became a group leader under Hachiman through his own efforts; there was no favoritism involved.

After all, it was something he had risked his life for, so if a crisis arose that required sacrificing his subordinates, Uesugi Genshin wouldn't hesitate.

Sagami Minami seemed to simply want to express her gratitude, and lowered her head hesitantly, saying, "I'll take my leave now."

Actually, she wanted to apologize because of what happened in the past, but she just couldn't bring herself to say it.

"What? It's those guys." Miura Yumiko, who had somehow appeared beside her, ignored Sagami Minami, who hadn't walked far, and instead watched the group of people leaving.

"You know them? Who are they?" Uesugi Genshin asked, his eyes widening as he turned his head.

"You wouldn't be thinking of getting revenge, would you?" Miura Yumiko glanced at him, her eyelids fluttering.

“They said bad things about you.” He didn’t deny it at all.

"Forget it." Miura Yumiko waved her hand, looking like she couldn't be bothered to argue.

Uesugi Genshin opened his mouth slightly, then slowly closed it and shook his head, saying in surprise, "This isn't like you."

Given Yumiko's fiery temper, he had no doubt that she should have gone up and argued with the other party directly.

"Hmph~, after all, they're being sent to the Ministry of Health to do odd jobs because of me." There's a reason she's being so magnanimous. "Last time, Yukinoshita and I happened to overhear them talking about you in the corridor, and then Yukinoshita scolded and punished them."

That was truly satisfying. She had only known that Yui and she were close, but this was the first time she had ever looked at Yukinoshita with new respect.

"Yukino's style, huh?" That's just how she is—intolerant of injustice and fiercely principled in her relationships. "..."

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" Miura Yumiko tugged at his sleeve and looked at his face.

"No." He said this, but he regretted it a little. His heart felt heavy, and he was hesitating whether it was too late to chase after him and question him.

"I really can't do anything with you." Miura Yumiko said this with a hint of affection. She took his hand and led him to a rest room on the second floor of the cafeteria, passing some students who were still eating.

"Sit on the sofa first." With that, she turned and locked the door.

"?" Uesugi Genshin asked, somewhat puzzled, "What are you going to do?"

Miura Yumiko smiled sweetly and said, "I'll cast a spell to make you feel better."

After saying that, she put her hands under her skirt, revealing her snow-white thighs through her wrists.

With a push, she pulled off her pink panties; she really does love pink.

"Hey! Isn't this the lounge?" After glancing at the lounge door, Uesugi Genshin was pushed onto the sofa just a step away.

"Don't worry, there are still people who haven't finished eating, and the kitchen staff still have to wash the dishes and pots. There's still at least half an hour before the break." She laughed smugly, "We can finish this quickly."

As she reached out to help him pull down his pants, Miura Yumiko sighed, "Speaking of which... could you please tone down that creepy aura of yours?"

"Is it that obvious?" Uesugi Genshin snorted as she fiddled with him.

"Of course, your unhappiness is written all over your face." Not to mention the resentful snorts from his nose, Miura Yumiko leaned forward and kissed him with her soft lips.

The kiss did make me feel a little better.

Taking off her uniform shoes, Miura Yumiko squatted on the sofa, then sat down on top of him, her pink knees involuntarily tucking in and together.

"Phew... It's much better to do it myself than to have you ride on top of me," she teased casually.

"I still really want to know who those people are."

"Still bringing it up?" Miura Yumiko gently pinched his neck, then turned into a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Let's leave it at that."

With a pout, Uesugi Genshin said unhappily, "They were saying bad things about you."

"They are indeed quite happy that you said that, but if your reputation is damaged, then it's not worth it." The speaker had a distinctive Kansai accent, and seemed genuinely pleased.

"Your reputation was already somewhat negative, and everyone was afraid of you." Who would not hesitate to plunge a knife into someone's chest, even if they deserved it, the blood that splattered would remain forever.

“I said—I know you don’t care about this, but I do, do you hear me?” She cupped his face in her hands.

"How tough." Uesugi Genshin shifted his gaze, finding Yumiko somewhat dazzling.

After letting go, Miura Yumiko laughed and said, "You like it when I'm this tough, don't you?"

"Well, I can't deny it."

Seeing his expression soften, Miura Yumiko snorted, "Men can have a good mood just by using this, how naive."

Simply vulgar.

Perhaps not wanting the entire male population to be labeled, Uesugi Genshin felt he had some obligation to defend himself.

"Not at all."

"Ha~"

Seeing that her movements had slowed down significantly, Uesugi Genshin asked, "Are you tired?"

It was even placed on top of it.

Perhaps sensing the deeper meaning in his words, the not-so-confrontational Miura Yumiko quickened her pace, "Don't get too cocky, you...you..."

He grabbed her slender waist with both hands, feeling the warmth of her skin even through her school uniform, and slid his two thumbs around her navel, saving her some effort.

"Um..." Panting heavily, looking genuinely tired, Miura Yumiko lowered her head shyly, "Are you feeling better?"

"Huh?" Seeing that she seemed slightly doubtful of his charm, Uesugi Genshin reached out and hugged her. "Why do you think that?"

"Well, I don't have a sexy body like Kasumigaoka or Sakurajima."

That's indeed the case; she's self-aware in this regard and has no reason to hide anything.

"No, it's different."

"Ah, don't men all like that kind of thing?"

Chapter 187: Have you also arrived in Canaan?

“Not entirely.” With a wry smile, Uesugi Genshin nibbled at her reddened ear, whispering words that made her ears tremble, “While I like that kind of thing, I also like JK (high school girl) schools.”

Especially high school girls like Yumiko and Yui, Utaha and Mai give off a mature vibe, probably because they've already entered the workforce.

He still remembered the first time he met Shiyu; she was wearing a white suit and skirt, which was slightly out of character for a young girl.

"really?"

"Ah."

"Should I wear pantyhose next time?"

"Where did you hear that from?"

"Toyohama."

"Please don't." I can't even imagine Yumiko wearing pantyhose.

"What about the kind like 'Under the Snow'?"

"Please don't," Uesugi Genshin pleaded earnestly. "Only those who wear calf socks are JKs."

Just like how wearing safety shorts is considered cosplay by a JK (high school girl), even though he doesn't actually like calf socks, JKs are supposed to wear calf socks, so he likes the calf socks that JKs wear.

"I understand." Seeing his nervous expression and his bizarre remarks, Miura Yumiko was amused.

However, I could sense that he genuinely liked me, and his fascination with my body was the best evidence of that.

He brushed his cheek against her soft blonde hair, buried his face in the cotton fabric and inhaled her fragrance, and said with a smile, "I love you, Yumiko."

"Me too, I love you too, my Darling."

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Saki Kawasaki walked down the corridor; she had finished her work, which meant her midday rush was over.

Just as she was about to go to the lounge to tidy up, she saw Uesugi and Miura come out of the target's room and walk towards her.

Supporting the unsteady Yumiko, Uesugi Genshin waved to Kawasaki Saki who was walking towards him and said, "Ah, Kawasaki, Yumiko took the afternoon off."

Yumiko, when did their relationship become this good?

A hint of doubt arose in Kawasaki's mind. Looking at Miura, who had one arm draped over Uesugi, she asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"N-nothing," she said instinctively, her mind still reeling from the shock.

It's just because I've been squatting for too long; how could I possibly say something like that?

"That's too much of a show of bravado," Uesugi Genshin silently remarked.

"..." Kawasaki Saki's eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, finally settling on Miura's face, because it was too strange.

The strange thing is the relationship between the two. Although she didn't have any friends in class before, she knew that Miura liked Hayama. Her noisy personality had become more restrained. What happened recently?

It felt like a seed had sprouted in my heart, and its roots were burrowing in, making me itch with desire.

That subtle eye contact between the two—it's hard to tell which side started to break down.