Golden Time:Volume5 Chapter4

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Golden Time 5: Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The handsome guy was saying, "You have two options. Pick one."

"This harmless little thing I bought that for third year of middle school. This not so harmless little thing was given to me as a present from the boss, who said 'It looks good on you, so I bought it! Hm!'"

Naturally, he probably already had no choice but to choose the harmless Nakasan model.

"...Yana-ssan, didn't you think from the start 'He'd probably pick the dangerous one the boss gave me'...?"

"Perhaps. Surprisingly, you'd said it looked like you could wear it well."

"You're making too much of it. Ah, I'm glad you gave it to me here this evening. If you'd given it to me tomorrow, on site, I'd've had no choice but to wear it."

"Wouldn't it have been more entertaining that way?"

As for Mitsuo, he laughed happily at the two swimsuits he'd brought and placed in front of Banri.

He decided to borrow the aforementioned harmless one on the right. Plain deep blue, it was nothing more than simple and sober. Even trying to take it in hand and look at it closely, it was nothing special, truly innocuous. Shall we just call it a young man's school swimsuit? Because of its utter lack of design, it didn't feel particularly old-fashioned even though a few years had passed. It didn't give off that embarrassing feeling like it had been chosen for a middle-schooler. If he were go through and borrow this one, he felt it would be received warmly.

On the other hand, the left-hand one. The dangerous one. It was a Speedo. Even for the storage of one's average parts, the smooth, slippery cloth texture had so much trouble keeping its shape it was disgusting. The uneven features on the edge of standing out for all to see, glittering in shiny rainbow colors, it was truly and deeply disgusting.

Choosing this one for Mitsuo, the boss had grabbed it, handed it to the store clerk and paid the bill, his lustful gaze piercing Mitsuo the whole time. Mitsuo said he hasn't worn it yet, but it somehow felt like it was no longer pure. That's how disgusting it felt.

"Well, I'll borrow this for tomorrow, okay? I mean, I wonder if I should try it now as a test? I don't have anything to wear under the swimsuit, so if anything shows I'm sorry. Okay?"

"What, don't you have a supporter? I only enough for myself."

"Eh? And I can't just use nothing?"

"Well... it's always better to have something..."

Mitsuo looked concerned. Pushing up his hair, which appeared to be cut a little on the short side, eyebrows raised pensively, he was the very image of a young master of the martial arts. He stood on his knees, his glance keen like that of an eagle, or a falcon. Those eyes, that back, those tightened, narrow lips. Saying "We will ambush the enemy lord this evening and put him to the sword! Prepare yourselves!" as if they were prepared, hidden in some dark alley.

However, what he was doing right now was looking back and forth between his friend Banri's nether region and the two swimsuits.

"...It's come to me all at once! You can put on that seven-color speedo rather than the supporter. It's not as dangerous as what I'll be wearing tonight."

He handed the two swimsuits over to Banri.

"Dude! As you'd expect, old man, I trust you! I'll try one on top of the other! Then, if you don't mind, I'll take a look through that box. There's all sorts of stuff in there."

"Oh, thank you."

Of course, not wanting to expose himself before his friend in this not very spacious room, Banri took the two borrowed swimsuits and headed for the bathroom. All smiles, Mitsuo happily turned away from Banri and took down the box that been placed on a stool.

That figure behind him was a sturdy as a Greek sculpture. Beautiful, you might even say.

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