Do You Only Like Losing Heroines, Not Me.

Imaizumi Keita reached out and gently touched Shioyaki Lemon’s forehead with the back of his hand.

A scorching temperature was clearly transmitted through her skin.

“Hey, Lemon, can you hear me?”

He raised his voice slightly, trying to call back the consciousness that had already grown hazy.

“Mm…?”

Shioyaki Lemon responded vaguely, her eyes—usually full of sparkle—now seeming as though they were covered by a layer of mist, completely unable to focus.

Not only did she fail to respond properly, she even showed a silly smile, her body going limp as she leaned straight toward Imaizumi Keita.

This is bad.

This was clearly a sign of heat exhaustion caused by staying in a hot, enclosed space after intense exercise.

Imaizumi Keita instinctively supported her soft, powerless body, preventing her from collapsing onto the floor.

He took out his phone again and sent another message to Yanami, urging her to hurry over.

“Hurry over!”

After sending the message, he stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

Now was not the time to wait for a reply, he needed to take immediate action to deal with Shioyaki.

…

At the same time, Yanami Anna, who was strolling leisurely through the school hallway, once again felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.

She pulled it out with slight impatience, thinking to herself how that guy was really lacking patience and why he kept rushing her.

However, when she saw the short message on the screen, clearly carrying a sense of urgency, her expression froze.

Eh.

Why is Imaizumi-kun in such a hurry, this really doesn’t feel like him at all…

A vague sense of unease rose in her heart.

Yanami did want that jerk Imaizumi to suffer a bit more, but she still knew how to distinguish what was important.

“Tsk, what a troublesome guy…”

Yanami Anna muttered quietly, but the leisurely pace she had before vanished completely as she immediately broke into a quick run toward the sports equipment room.

…

Inside the storage room, the air grew increasingly stifling.

Supporting Shioyaki Lemon, Imaizumi Keita could clearly feel the astonishing heat radiating from her body, as well as the sweat continuously seeping from her temples and sliding down her cheeks.

In just a few minutes, the hair on her forehead and at her temples had been completely soaked with sweat, sticking tightly to her skin.

The athletic T-shirt she wore, already damp with sweat, now clung to her body as if it had just been pulled out of water.

Sweat even dripped from her chin and neck, forming a small puddle on the concrete floor.

As expected of an athlete, her metabolism really is astonishing.

Imaizumi Keita couldn’t help but think that to himself.

But immediately afterward, he realized that the situation in front of him was extremely troublesome.

A girl with unclear consciousness and a body drenched in sweat, alone with a boy, locked inside a sealed storage room.

No matter how it might be explained afterward, this kind of scene was filled with suggestive implications.

To avoid any possible accidents, Imaizumi Keita needed to take some precautionary measures in advance.

He supported Shioyaki Lemon and settled her against the wall nearby, then took out the thumb-sized miniature camera from his pocket.

He looked around and finally placed the camera in a concealed spot partially covered by mats, yet capable of recording most of the storage room, and pressed the record button.

Only after doing this did he let out a small sigh of relief.

At least now there would be evidence of what he had done.

The temperature inside the storage room kept rising, and sweat began to stream steadily down Imaizumi’s own forehead.

He started rummaging around, hoping to find something that could be used to cool her down.

Various balls, marker cones, even relay batons covered in dust…

Finally, inside a metal cabinet labeled “First Aid Supplies,” he found what he was looking for.

A bottle of cooling spray used to reduce muscle temperature after exercise.

“Found it.”

Imaizumi Keita shook the spray bottle and confirmed there was still about half left, then quickly returned to Shioyaki Lemon’s side.

“…Spray?”

Shioyaki Lemon’s unfocused gaze briefly regained clarity when she saw the familiar bottle.

“Cool… I want it cool…”

She murmured to herself, pure desire appearing on her face.

The next second, before Imaizumi Keita even had time to react, Shioyaki Lemon deftly grabbed the hem of her athletic shirt and flipped it upward.

The soaked sports top was pulled off without hesitation and tossed aside.

“Hurry, Jin-kun. Help me spray it. My back. My back is so hot.”

Shioyaki Lemon turned around, revealing her tightly toned, well-trained back, glistening with a thin layer of sweat, completely exposed before Imaizumi Keita.

Seeing this scene, Imaizumi Keita felt his breathing stall for half a beat.

Her sun-kissed, wheat-colored skin radiated youthful vitality and temptation under the dim light.

He steadied his mind, twisted open the cap, and aimed the nozzle at her back.

“It might be a little cold, bear with it.”

“Hiss—”

The icy mist sprayed onto the burning skin, releasing a faint sound.

“Mmm… hn…”

The coolness drove away the stifling heat, and Shioyaki Lemon let out a satisfied hum she couldn’t suppress.

The sound lightly brushed across Imaizumi Keita’s heart.

“So… so comfortable…”

Shioyaki Lemon seemed to sink completely into the cool sensation, her entire body relaxing.

Immediately after, she reached up and smoothly pulled off the last remaining athletic top she was wearing, tossing it aside as well.

Imaizumi Keita’s mind froze, and his hand stopped mid-motion.

This is bad.

The situation had already spiraled in the worst possible direction.

He could clearly sense that Shioyaki Lemon’s emotions were now in an extremely relaxed and defenseless state due to physical comfort.

If he didn’t intervene now, with her consciousness so muddled, who knew what even more outrageous things she might do.

Imaizumi Keita immediately activated his “sensory control” ability, lowering Shioyaki Lemon’s perception of the stifling heat as well as her awareness of the surroundings to the minimum.

“Mmm…?”

Shioyaki Lemon, who had been enjoying the coolness, suddenly felt something was off.

The stifling heat that had made her whole body uncomfortable seemed to weaken all at once, leaving only a dizzy head and a constantly sweating body that still felt unpleasant.

She turned around hazily, her unfocused eyes searching the dim storage room.

Soon, they locked onto Imaizumi Keita, who was holding the spray can.

“Cool… Jin-kun, spray a bit more for me…”

Those words slipped unconsciously from Shioyaki Lemon’s mouth.

Her body’s instincts overwhelmed everything else.

She swayed as she stood up, spread her arms, and staggered straight toward Imaizumi Keita.

“Hey, wait.”

Seeing her like this, Imaizumi Keita immediately realized that his ability had backfired.

He hurriedly bent down to pick up the athletic top she had taken off, intending to put it back on her before she reached him.

However, Shioyaki Lemon was far faster than he had expected.

Just as he straightened up, still holding that small athletic top in his hand—

A warm, soft body slammed squarely into his arms.

Shioyaki Lemon wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, pressed her cheek against his chest, and rubbed against him contentedly.

“Cool… Jin-kun, so cool…”

Bang—

At that moment, the heavy iron door of the sports equipment room was suddenly yanked open from outside.

Blinding sunlight flooded in instantly, sweeping away the dimness inside the storage room.

Yanami Anna appeared in the doorway, hands on her hips, wearing a smug expression that clearly said, “Look, your savior has arrived,” her voice brimming with pride.

“Heh heh. You should be grateful to me, Imaizumi-kun. It was the great Lady Yanami who saved you from this damn storage room—”

Her words came to an abrupt halt the instant she clearly saw the scene inside.

In Imaizumi Keita’s arms was a girl with her upper body bare.

And in his hand was an athletic top that clearly belonged to that girl.

The smile on Yanami Anna’s face slowly disappeared, replaced by a bleak expression.

Her lips trembled slightly, and after standing there in a daze for a few seconds, she finally asked in a soft, broken voice.

“…So in the end, Imaizumi, do you only like losing heroines, not me?”