Iron Blooded Hound

...Bang!

The dormitory manager of the girls' dormitory opens the door and looks into the room.

``Isn't it strange? Did you think you heard something?''

In a quiet room, only the windows were dimly lit, and dark clouds were gradually gathering outside.

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If you listen closely, you can hear light breathing.

The supervisor looks around the room and is careful not to wake the students.

....

Everyone is sleeping peacefully in bed. With a blanket over your head,.

She scratched her head because she didn't see anything wrong.

"Did you hear something wrong?"

But she didn't know. She heard it all the time.

In fact, something quite strange was happening in the mass of blankets that now lay on the bed.

``Hey, come down; you're too close.''

``How do I get out of here? Am I going to get kicked out?''

Bianca is lying in bed, wrapped head to toe in blankets.

Below her lies Tudor, her body stretched out in a stiff position.

The two of them are always at odds, and even in this situation, they got into an argument.

"Shit, why did you have to come to my bed?"

"It was an emergency, and I had no choice!"

"You're dirty; don't whisper in my ear; I'm breathing." "For me!"

"Shhh!" You're going to get caught!

Tudor and Bianca pressed their beating hearts against each other's chests.

When the two of them raise their heads slightly, they can see the director's shadow illuminated by the moonlight on the white ceiling.

"...Hiccup!"

Both Tudor and Bianca were frightened by the shadow of their boss, who had come so close to them, and they pressed their bodies even closer together.

The two hugged each other tightly, forgetting their usual grudges.

This slightly reduced the height of the oddly shaped futon mass.

And it happened frequently on all the other beds as well.

On the other hand,.

"..."

Dolores lay on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, and remembered what happened earlier.

Look, how did this happen?

A few seconds before the door opened, she blew out the candle and immediately jumped into bed.

It all happened in an instant.

The original occupants of the room, the girls, jumped into bed, followed by the boys nearby.

A blanket was thrown over her, and the lights were turned off.

Dolores was a genius with extraordinary powers of observation and memory, remembering exactly which boy was in which girl's bed just before the lights out.

``I'm sure Tudor went to Bianca's bed, Piggy went to Sinclair's bed, and Sancho went to...''

The faces of the boy and the girl alternated in my head.

Fortunately, the gender ratio was just right, and the girls were hiding the boys.

So, Dolores also has to hide the boy in her bed.

"And in my bed?"

Dolores remembered the face of the boy closest to her.

Vikir.

Remembering his casual expression, Dolores' face immediately lit up.

He'll be under her blanket soon.

Her heart raced at the thought.

"Hmm, what should I do?' Oh my god!'

I've never seen anything like this before, and I don't know what to do.

Dolores felt her hands become sticky as she gripped the corner of the blanket.

I closed my eyes tightly while feeling it.

...but?

Hours passed, but Vikir did not crawl under the covers.

At this point, it was Dolores who was on fire.

What was he doing in this desperate situation, where his boss could arrive at any moment?

"...?"

Dolores pushed his blanket down a little and looked out of bed.

At this moment, Vikir stopped and silently stared at the corner of the ceiling.

``It's about time.''

The boys were moderately drunk and having fun.

They should be in bed or back in their dorms by now.

Vikir planned to use this to escape through the hole in the ceiling and kill Guilty.

He already had enough alibi.

``If I had just disappeared, you'd think I'd have gotten scared and gone back to the boys' dormitory.''

So Vikir chose that moment to disappear.

Just when I was about to throw myself towards the ceiling,.

``What do you think you're doing?''

A hand gripped the hem of Vikir's robe.

It was Saint Dolores who made Vikir stand up with swirling eyes.

"...?"

Dolores was so nervous that even Bikile was nervous.

With a cold sweat on her face and her eyes wide, she grabbed the hem of Vikir's clothes and pulled him into the blanket.

"Wait, wait..."

Bikir didn't have time to apologize.

The blanket was pulled over him, and he realized he was on top of Dolores.

And at this point,.

kiiig...

The door opened, and the overseer entered.

* * *

``Did you hear me wrong?''

The voice came from outside the futon, from the bed.

Dolores screamed as she felt his eyes roll back.

"No! You heard me right! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Vikir lies flat on top of her.

They are now so close that their noses touch and bend slightly.

"...Haa"

Vikir sighed quietly.

If you miss this opportunity, you may never get the chance to kill the devil again. You shouldn't waste your time here.

But Vikir's sigh seemed to mean something different to Dolores.

"It's hot, it's hot!"

Her ears burned as if from someone else's breath.

The saint felt tickling all over her body, and she instinctively shrank down.

At the same time, a great challenge befell Dolores.

Yao Yi.

Since I lost the game of Go earlier, I drank too much soda, or rather, alcohol, and my stomach started to burp and swell.

Vikir's body pressed so hard against my lower abdomen that I felt nauseous.

In despair, Dolores cried out not to God but to the guard standing outside her bed.

"Please, come back!"

But she continued to look around the room, whether she recognized the wishes of everyone in the room or not.

"Hmm, it's a little dry. We don't want academy volunteers to get sore throats. Should I sprinkle water on the floor?

``If you are a light sleeper, the wind rattles the windows.''

``Is the room temperature appropriate? Considering that everyone sleeps with the covers over their heads, I don't think it's that cold.''

Ironically, the boss's compassion made everyone suffer even more.

Dolores, in particular, kept her urine in the blanket.

"Toilet!" I'll do anything for the toilet!"

Dolores gritted his teeth and pushed with all his might.

And Vikir had to be ashamed of Dolores' inappropriate control.

"...?

Dolores tightened her thighs around Vikir's waist.

It was a necessary action, but Vikiel didn't know enough to understand.

Vikir just pulled away from Dolores. was about to fall.

...pull it!

Dolores raised his hands and grabbed Vikir's back.

Doridori ~

She begged desperately.

``Don't fall!''

She said with her eyes that if Vikir, who was holding her stomach, moved, her weight would change dramatically. her body.

However, Vikir cannot understand Dolores' despairing expression.

Booth.

Vikir moves away from Dolores' stomach.

"...Leaked."

Dolores felt his body relax a little.

She wondered if Vikir noticed, sitting on top of her. And what if he did?

"Oh, I don't think he notices."

My lower body is only slightly, if not minimally, wet at most.

I'm dressed, I have a blanket too, I'm sweating, and the situation is so dire that I don't think he notices.

Just as Dolores rolls his eyes, his vision blurs, and he falls into a trance.

...Kwan!

His palm hit the bed near the bedpost above Dolores' head.

Oops. She was standing right in front of Dolores' bed.

Everyone in the room froze at the unexpectedly loud sound.

Especially Dolores, who heard it right in front of him.

The Overseer's moonlit shadow loomed very close on the white sheets.

Did you get caught? Was he finally caught?

A year of silence continued in the room for a moment.

....

Finally, the prefect muttered to himself.

"Wow, in this weather, it's hot and there are mosquitoes."

She raised her palm and frowned.

"Oh, no. Look at me. Oops, that was noisy. Sorry, volunteers..."

She bowed a few times to the girls who were already sleeping, then took a step back and hurried. I left the room.

Thud!

The door slams shut, and his footsteps echo down the hallway.

After a moment of silence, the blankets on the bed were pulled back one by one.

``Wow, I thought I was going to get caught.''

``I cried a little because I was so scared.''

``That was a thrill. ``Haha!''

The boys and girls said that while they were alone. One by one, I pushed my body onto the bed.

"..."

"..."

Some blushed as they looked at each one, like Tudor and Bianca. Others were planning to kill each other, but most of them

...but I think he thought it was just a fun event.

There's only one person here. There was one person who was not happy about that.

``...!...!...!...!...!...!...!

St. Dolores. The school's student council president.

The director has returned, but he hasn't taken off his blanket yet.

"What should I do, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do?"

Cold sweat pours out like rain, my eyes are spinning, and my vision is blurry. .

I did it. I did it.

I can already feel a hot, wet sensation rising from my lower body.

I lost at Go and drank too much. The crowd was no joke. It's an overwhelming wetness that can't even be described as sweat or wetness.

I don't know if the alcohol has a lot of vitamins, or even the color...

It would be fine if I threw away the bed, blankets, and clothes, but I don't want to do that. I couldn't even hide the fact that Vikir's pants were completely wet when he was near me.

And what about the smell?

What will happen if the world finds out?

The image I have built as a noble and benevolent student council president is crumbling.

About two years before graduation, it was clear what nickname I would get after that.

"Pisser"

It's not bad. Dolores will likely suffer from that nickname for years.

It would tarnish the reputation of the Quobadis family and provide a good excuse for enemies within the family.

Dolores cringed at the prospect of such a negative future.

Is that the reason? She was still sobbing in her blanket, even though all of her students had thrown off their blankets and gotten out of bed.

She didn't even know how to look at Vikir's face now on top of her.

this very moment.

Grab it!

The blanket was pulled back mercilessly.

Vikir pushed Dolores away.

There was no hesitation or mercy.

"Oh!"

Dolores was stunned to realize that was all.

Now, Vikir expressed his displeasure at having something dirty on him, and the atmosphere in the room quickly became unpleasant.

The atmosphere is completely ruined, drinks are spilled, and there's a lot of applause.

I felt dizzy.

Cold sweat was already seeping all over my body.

My body is so hot that my tongue doesn't listen.

"Should I...jump?"

Dolores stares out the window and considers the most extreme idea.

One word brought her back to her senses.

``I don't drink anymore.''

Vikir's rough, deep voice caught everyone's attention.

Tudor looked confused as he retrieved the remaining bottle from under the bed.

``What do you mean? The night has just begun, and the drinking party has just begun!''

``No, we're done here.''

``...?''

Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy all cut their necks. I didn't shake my head because this was the first time I'd heard Vikir speak with such confidence.

Well then.

Vikir completely threw off his blanket and came into view.

His pants were soaked, yellow, and wet.

Everyone's eyes widened when they saw her.

Of course, the gaze that remained on Vikir's lower body turned to the lower body of Dolores on the bed.

The bed and blankets were similarly wet and yellowed.

The faces of all the men and women in the room were filled with fear.

Dolores covers her face with both hands as his gaze falls on her like an arrow.

Failure, despair, shame, self-destruction, fear, whining, screaming—the feeling of myself falling into the abyss of everything.

....

but at this very moment.

There was a saving grace that helped Dolores recover from her downward spiral.

``I drank and peed my pants.''

That was Vikir's contact.

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