I’m Having Trouble With a High School Girl I Meet on the Commuter Train Who for Some Reason Has Take

It was 2 p.m. on the first day of Comiket.

I decided to take advantage of the break time to bring in some supplies for the construction workers.

I was accompanied by Kaedezaka, who was also on break, and Otomizu, who joined us in the afternoon.

Not only at Comiket, but at events like this, construction workers remained on standby in case of trouble.

When I opened the door to the waiting room, I found a few construction workers there.

I looked around the room and foun a short and plump man sprawled on the floor at the end of the room, using his backpack as a pillow.

“Excuse me, Oya-san.”

“What is it, Sasamiya? Good grief! Che!”

“Were you sleeping on the floor again?”

“Eh! It’s cold and just right.”

His way of speaking was the same as usual.

Nevertheless, the construction workers have been working all the time.

Depending on the event, they may work through the night.

It was not something my body would be able to handle without taking a nap.

“Here’s a little something for you. I brought some manga to pass the time.”

“How thoughtful of you.”

After getting up, Oya-san accepted the cola, opened the cork, and gulped it down.

In addition to drinks, I prepared snacks for them.

There was no need for me to prepare them, but it was a matter of feelings.

We decided to take a break together.

He was flipping through the pages of a manga when he suddenly looked at me.

“Regular manga are fine. But if you’re going to go to all this trouble, buy me a doujinshi. Get some erotic ones.”

“I’m at work. …”

“Gahahah!! I’m kidding, I’m kidding!　Don’t take it seriously!”

Laughing, Oya-san took another gulp of Coke.

Even though he drank no alcohol, he looked drunk.

Oya-san laughing like this was a sign that he was in a good mood.

“Heh! Well, that’s okay. I’m doing a great job, and I’m having my fair share of fun.”

“What do you mean?　”

“That’s … Like …. where you can see the grid girls from below as they adjust the foundation at the car exhibition. … something like that?”

“The hell you doing…”

“Baro! I didn’t do it on purpose. I just happened to see it. Gahahah!”

“I’m very suspicious. …”

I gave him a dumbfounded look, but he didn’t care at all.

He even seemed to be enjoying seeing my reaction.

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He was a good person at heart, but he was a bit old-fashioned.

But there was one person who listened to Oya-san’s story with great interest.

“Wow! That story sounds interesting!”

“Whoa! You know what I’m talking about, Otomizu-chan. I am pleased!”

I never thought Otomizu and Oya-san would hit it off. ……

The good thing about Otomizu was that she could hit it off with anyone she wanted to.

Oya-san’s constant belligerent attitude was quite impressive, even for a seasoned salesman.

Oya-san’s mood improved, and he sat back down facing Otomizu.

“Then, I’ll tell you something special.”

“Yes!”

“There’s actually an exhibition of erotic goods, and it’s really awesome!”

“For real?!!! Tell me more about it!!!”

Hey, hey, hey!!

What the hell is this old man saying?

And don’t even get me started on Otomizu, who is sounding too excited.

I hurriedly pulled Otomizu closer to me.

“Hey, Otomizu. What are you talking about?”

“Eh, Because it sounds interesting.”

“No. As your former instructor, I forbid you to talk about such things.”

“Mou~!”

“Don’t pout on purpose, it won’t work.”

I didn’t think that she would be intrigued by such a topic. ….

Rather, I guess her curiosity was stronger than others.

Ah …. There was another who liked this kind of thing.

Kaedezaka.

She was the kind of rotten girl who proudly claimed that she reads erotic doujinshi.

Her eyes must be shining right now.

But, Are? Where did she go?

I looked around and saw someone hiding her face behind a binder a short distance away.

Maybe that was…Kaedezaka?

Very suspicious.

“…Kaedezaka?”

When I called out to her, Kaedezaka peeked through the binder and looked at me.

Judging by the crimson color of her face, she was probably embarrassed by Oya-san’s words.

“Wha….What is it…”

“Perhaps you are not good with erotic topics?”

Kaedezaka then shivered, and then brushed her long hair away with her hand and tried to put on a confident attitude.

“Tha… That’s not true. Hmph! Ero is …. It’s okay….”

“Take it easy.”

This girl …. was the type who was fine when herself talks about it, but when others talk about ero stuff, she gets embarrassed and doesn’t talk about it.

This was an amazing new discovery.