I Refuse To Become Scumbag In Tokyo

They had lunch together with bear meat, and they enjoyed it so much since it had been a while for him to cook for everyone.

Usually, he would stay in his apartment with his other girlfriends, but this time, he remained on the Sakuraosou, which was a rare chance for them to enjoy the food.

“Right, are you going home for Obon, Shishio?” Chihiro suddenly asked after she gulped down a cold beer.

“I don’t want to go back, but if they ask me to go home, it can’t be helped.”

What is Obon?

It is a fusion of the ancient Japanese belief in ancestral spirits and a Japanese Buddhist custom to honor the spirits of one’s ancestors. However, this custom has changed into a family reunion holiday, during which people return to ancestral family places and visit and clean their ancestors’ graves when the spirits of ancestors are supposed to revisit the household altars.

This was also a chance for the family to meet the families they hadn’t visited for a while, especially his family, which was quite busy.

Obon was a chance for them to meet together.

While Shishio didn’t really want to go home, he knew that his parents would urge him to go home. It was just he wasn’t sure whether he would bring his girlfriends or not. He glanced at Nanami, who stared at him secretly and felt it was better not to bring anyone.

“That’s true.” Chihiro snickered, but she didn’t say much since she knew how troublesome his family was. Fortunately, she wasn’t part of his father’s family.

“By the way, are you going back too?” Shishio asked curiously.

“No, I don’t want to go home. I will stay here.” Chihiro answered without hesitation.

“Why?” Ritsu asked subconsciously.

“……..”

Chihiro was in silence, and her aura started to become gloomy.

‘Aw…’

Among them, only Shishio, Sayaka, and Mayumi realized what was happening.

“Ah, are you afraid of being asked when you are going to get married?” Shiro-san suddenly said with a smile.

Chihiro’s answer was simple, and she just threw out the bear meat in her hand.

“Thank you very much!” Shiro-san, whose face was covered in beat meat, patted, said happily, and ate the food more vigorously.

“Don’t play with food,” Shishio couldn’t help but say.

“My bad, but you should understand my anger, right?” Chihiro glanced at Shishio.

“Don’t worry. I understand.”

Meeting other families had always been troublesome, especially when one thought they were a failure.

In the past, he was too lazy to come to Obon since those uncles, aunts, and others would ask him when he would graduate from being Chuunibyou and act with dignity like he was coming from the Oga family instead of bringing shame to the family.

While he was speechless, he could only say that this resulted from coming from such a big family.

Yet he also understood the worry of his uncles, aunts, and others since instead of living in his ideal and being labeled as a weirdo, it was better to act like he was a good boy, at least in front of them.

However, the previous Shishio Oga had one principle.

It is better to follow one’s path even if it is wrong instead of going on the other’s path, even if it is correct.

While he wasn’t sure why the previous Shishio Oga was so adamant about this, he didn’t intend to say much since they were two different people.

The previous Shishio Oga had his own way.

He also had his own way.

As for who was the right one, no one could say since one could only choose the most suitable method for them.

Well, it didn’t change the fact he was too lazy to go back to Kyoto for Obon.

On the other hand, Chihiro’s feeling was the same. After all, she was in her 30s, and she hadn’t found someone who could become her husband, so if she went home, she would probably be tortured by the voice asking her when she was going to marry.

Yet this was inevitable since how everyone was, right?

“Ok, enough about this.”

Chihiro suddenly slapped her hand on the table and attracted everyone’s attention. “I just got a notification from the neighborhood community.”

“What kind of notice?” Nanami asked curiously, but she kept glancing at Shishio, wondering whether he would bring someone when he went back.

“They have found a molester around here.”

Chihiro subconsciously glanced at Shiro-san.

The rest wasn’t much better, and they were all looking at Shiro-san at the same time.

On the other hand, Shiro-san was excited. He put his hands on his chest, his breathing was quite hard, and his face flushed red in excitement.

“Aah, those gazes of contempt are making this one a hot masochistic summer.”

‘…Masochistic summer?’

It was his first time hearing such a term, but it was better to shut his mouth.

Still, everyone gathered together and read the notice about the molester that appeared around the neighborhood.

Shishio knew that there were a lot of perverts in this world, but he had never expected that there would be one in his neighborhood, which made him quite worried, and he thought that it might be good to erase this person. However, it was a must that he was pretty curious.

The only pervert he had only seen was Shiro-san, so he wondered what kind of pervert one in the neighborhood was.

“The molester’s modus operandi: he’ll pretend to pass by you then grope you and run away, or he’ll say, “it’s hot today, isn’t it?” and then take off his pants.”

“That’s a rather vulgar take on the whole cool biz idea.”

(Cool biz idea is the campaign of the Japanese Ministry of the Environment to try and get people to wear lighter clothing and turn down air conditioners to help the environment).

“How about the molester’s features?”

They looked at the picture and description of the molester.

The picture was rather vague and rather ugly. Every part of his body was tagged with a “gross” word, especially the crotch area, written with “super gross.” Besides “gross,” there was also a “stink” word on the part of his hair and crotch.

The molester was in his mid-20s to 30s. He had disgusting black hair tied in a ponytail. He wore outdated sunglasses, a peach-colored t-shirt, and a pair of shorts.

“Whoever drew this must hate that pervert.” Mayumi couldn’t help but comment.

“Molesters are the worst!”

Sayaka suddenly pouted and complained, “I run them a lot on the train. There was one who tried to grope me from behind earlier.”

“Seriously?” Shishio frowned since he didn’t expect someone he knew was a victim of a pervert. “Did someone help you?”

“No, but I was so surprised that I couldn’t scream… I was almost crying as I desperately tried his hands off me. Then, by a pure coincidence, my nails managed to slide underneath his fingernails and stab him,” Sayaka said and showed her sharp nails.

“…Good job.”

Shishio nodded and felt that what Sayaka did was quite light, but not everyone was like Sayaka, who could do such a thing. Most girls would decide to bear it or were too scared to move, giving the molesters a chance to do whatever they wanted.

“Oh, yeah! You could have used that line then, couldn’t you? You see it a bunch in the manga, but you never get to say it in real life! You should have said it!”

Then, Mayumi told her imagination how Sayaka, whose breasts were groped by a pervert from behind.

“Kukuku, sorry to disappoint you, but these are fake! Mine is eight times smaller!

“Nani?! (What?!”)” The molester.

Mayumi laughed, but Shiro-san was amazed.

However, Sayaka was furious.

The two continued their fights, but Shishio realized how amazing the development of the underwear was.

After all, even an A-Cup could become a D-Cup easily as long as one puts on a pad.

Unlike Nanami’s pure D-Cup, Sayaka’s D-cup was fake.

Yet somehow, Shishio also understood the desire of a girl who wanted to have a bigger breast size. After all, even a man wanted to have a bigger penis, so wasn’t it normal for a girl to want to have bigger breasts?

Still, he realized that Mayumi and Sayaka had gotten used to molesters that they could even laugh them off. However, Nanami, Ritsu, and Ryuunosuke were different.

“Hmph! But molesters are really the worst! They’re just a bunch of cowardly good-for-nothing losers!”

Shiro-san showed his disdain.

“…” Shishio only stared at Shiro-san in silence.

“But you know? Isn’t there a method to solve this problem easily?” Chihiro suddenly said.

“How is the solution, Chihiro-sensei?” Nanami asked curiously.

“Well, you only need to ridicule the flasher calmly with insults like “you’re not even circumcised?” and “how tiny.” By then, their spirits will be crushed,” Chihiro said with a snicker.

“Auh!”

Shiro-san was the most excited, and his heart was beating so fast.

“We have a good-for-nothing pervert here.” Shishio stared at Shiro-san with dead eyes.

“Yep.” Ritsu agreed.

“….” Nanami was glad that Shiina was out today.

“You’re wrong! I am not interested in molesting people, but I am only interested in being hit by the countermeasure for the molesters! They’re similar, but they’re not the same thing!” Shiro-san felt that he was hit by injustice.

“Unfortunately, the problem is that there are still similarities.”

Shishio sighed, but then he looked at Mayumi, whose breasts were groped by Sayaka in silence before looking away.

“Oi! That person over there! If you see my crisis hurry up and help me!” Mayumi screamed while crying.

Shishio coughed and said, “Leaving the perverts aside, have any of you ever met a molester?” He looked at Nanami and Ritsu.

Depending on their answers, the fish on Tokyo Bay will get fatter tonight.