Chapter 16

After leaving the ramen shop, we returned to Kyoto Kawaharamachi Station, which is the gathering place.

However, the gathering time is sixteen o'clock, and there is still less than three hours of spare time.

And, needless to say, Fujinaga also looked like a squat at home. We, who were full of fatigue accumulated by visiting the zoo, decided to go to the Internet cafe in front of the station to take a break.

...But after all, Fujinaga and I are still unfamiliar with each other. We will definitely not share the same compartment, but will apply for the rooms separately.

The result was that it became an adjacent situation, and the clerk Sang must have considered that we came together after all.

I received the drinks from the drink bar and came to my own compartment.

Because it was my first time here, I didn’t know before that the so-called room of an Internet cafe cannot be called a complete single room.

Although it is useful for partitions with higher vision than the wall panels, because the ceiling is empty, if you want to peek at the neighborhood, you can actually be peeking.

Fujinaga and I chose a flat floor-type room with no chairs as a substitute for cushions.

You can sit directly or lie on it and relax.

Unexpectedly, I sat down with my back against the wall and turned on my smartphone.

He replied to the le sent by Tachino, and then planned to confirm someone's account as usual, but his hand suddenly stopped.

So, Fujinaga is next door, so there is no possibility of renewal.

Ah, however, maybe there is something to say about ramen.

While thinking so, I went to see te, and someone actually uploaded a photo of ramen.

In retrospect, this should be the first time that someone has uploaded a photo of her subject in her media column other than her body.

Do you like this level?Although it is indeed delicious.

So, Fujinaga actually likes ramen so much.

Although people's tastes vary greatly, it is still surprising.

It's because it's hard to imagine that such a slender body would crave fat.

I recalled the rich turtle bone soup I just ate, so I naturally became thirsty and drank the Coke I just got in one sip.

Because the cup is empty, go to the drink again.

Returning from the bar, you can see the picture of the smartphone on the table changing from afar.

It seems that someone should have posted a new tweet.

Reach your smartphone to confirm.

What is shown is the image.

The moment I saw it, I couldn't help but look back at the wall panel behind me, and my consciousness flew in that direction.

The dress that was grown to cover the ankles was completely rolled up, and the legs were opened in a stance to protrude between the thighs like a show.

Of course, there are no panties there.

Whether it is the pubic hair growing on the pubic mound, the thick labia majora, or the wet inner wall of the vagina with tempting luster, they are all included in a photo.

Moreover, the background is also very familiar.

Of course, it is exactly the same structure as the Internet cafe compartment where I am.

Listen with your ears.

Having said that, there was no movement next door.

All I heard was the bgm sound that kept flowing in the store to eliminate noise.

The wall panel that separates the room is the height that even if I am only at an average height, I can barely peek at it even if I have to stretch my body with all my strength.

Opposite this simplified thing, someone is actually Fujinaga. Although it was just a moment of taking a photo, his genitals were still exposed.

All the photos so far, except those taken in the school bathroom yesterday, are only taken at home.

What's more, this time, unlike a school bathroom that is completely single, it is a public place where you need to worry about being discovered by others.

What drove her to do this?Today is at least the time I spent with Fujinaga.

However, she still couldn't understand her personality very well.

Relying on the wall panel on the side of the compartment where Fujinaga was.

What are Fujinaga doing now after taking the photo?Just as I thought about this, the smartphone notification received the message.

The sender is someone.

Thinking of this strange relationship made me laugh.

I regard Fujinaga and someone as equivalent, but I never thought that the person who communicates with each other in this way would be me.

Just like now, even if we are separated by only a wall, we will hide our identities and communicate on SNS.

It's really very distorted.

Internet cafes, do you have surveillance cameras?The message from someone reads.

This is something that needs to be paid attention to compared to selfies. Isn’t it too late?Although in the eyes of someone, I should be already a social person.

I don't know what I would think of replying to the letter in broad daylight.

But I was too concerned, so I shook my head and thought about it and replied.

There are, but whether you can take pictures of the room should be determined based on the location of the room and the angle of the camera. Send the knowledge you just retrieved with your smartphone directly like this.

Having said that, there are actually several cameras in the aisle, but no angle should be able to capture the compartment between Fujinaga and me.

So that's what it seems to be satisfied with my superficial knowledge, replied.

Camera?I glanced at the visible ceiling again with my eyes, and couldn't see the camera.

There was also a creaking sound from anywhere. As expected, as long as it was not a completely closed single room, the sound of people moving would inevitably be heard.

Moreover, the source of the sound comes from next door.

In other words, it is Fujinaga.

What are you doing?Fujinaga made a rustling sound, like the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

Just as I thought the sound stopped, the information bar of the smartphone then changed.

A photo is displayed.

That, it takes a while to realize that it was filmed next door.