Common Sense Change？ There’s No Way That Could Be Possible! Aren’t You Stupid？ 10

Chapter 10 – Why Are You Doing Bag Checks When You’re a High School Student?

“What do you want to do? Would you like me to copy mine?”

“It’s not like solving problems, it’s all obvious if you copy the entire book review. And I’m sorry to you. There’s nothing special, well. I can only get scolded.”

Seong-mi looked down at Hyeon-joo, who was helplessly stretched out. It seems that it is not easy to serve as a toilet for her brother, so Hyun-joo often neglects her school work or has accidents. He hadn’t been like that before when he was in school, but since the school was reorganized into a new look, this has become frequent. Not even pity But on the other hand, thinking about it, I also felt that the present Hyeon-ju is living with more vitality than the Hyeon-ju, who maintained the attitude of being suitable for school studies, friendships, family relationships, hobbies, etc. In the past. Is it that there are advantages in everything in the world where there are disadvantages?

“This is all because of that bastard. He uses me all the time and won’t let me go, so I don’t have time to study or do my homework! It’s useless anyway! You damn bastard!”

The pronoun, that bastard, is quite inclusive, but when Hyeonju speaks, it is always used to refer to her older brother. Hyeon-joo had been dissatisfied with her unemployed and her brother from before, but if she noticed that she didn’t like to speak out of her mouth in the past, now she feels like she enjoys swearing openly like this. . It is difficult to know whether her perception has improved or deteriorated. It’s also funny that when she curses at her brother on her own side, she defends her brother while saying good things about her brother. My brother can only curse at me, what is it?

“But your brother is free to use the toilet.

“No, so! Using a toilet bowl is good, but why do I use it so often! It’s not just me who has a toilet bowl in my house, but also my mother! Besides, if it’s not enough, I can procure other onaholes as much as I like. It’s pissing me off, this is it! My other life doesn’t care at all? I’m not pissed off for nothing!”

“Hmm… Then, would you like your brother not to use your cunt at all? Every day, you only use your mother’s pussy, or you live by eating other ona holes. Is that okay?”

“Uh… That, that’s a different story! I made an issue with the frequency, but why, why do you expand the story like that?”

Hyeon-joo stumbles over her words while being embarrassed. As expected, even if her words are thorny, it seems that Hyeon-joo likes her brother’s cock in the same way. Even if they argue in words, they naturally smile at the friendship that deeply cares for their brother.

“Then, can I go over to your house later? While your brother is fucking and eating my pussy, can’t you take a break too? It’s a win-win for both of us.”

“Uh, uh? Um… I think I’ll have to ask my mom about that.. My mom is a bit picky about that..”

“Ah, so you just don’t want me to take your brother’s cock away? I can see it all, I can see it all.”

“Oh, no!”

The two of them chatting happily while bickering like that. At that time, the front door of the classroom opened and one of the classmates shouted.

“Hey! I checked my bag today!”

With that one word, an uproar erupted in the classroom. As you know, there is a noticeable gap in perception between ‘things that can be brought to school’ that high school girls think and ‘things that can be brought to school’ that schools think. The experience of confiscating valuable daily necessities that had been brought into the hands of teachers without mercy was too much for a high school girl to bear. Usually schools these days often forbid bag checks in the name of human rights violations, but this school. As the only ‘Ona Hall Specialized High School’ in the country, certain special standards are given, so the reality is that these human rights violation tests happen casually. As a student, there is no mate to dissatisfaction, but there is no way to resist.

Students clutteredly took out their bags and slammed the useless items inside into empty lockers, or moved quickly to hide them in empty classrooms that were not currently being used. In the midst of this, the things I was holding spilled here and there, bumping into each other and whimpering, I couldn’t find anything that looked discreet.

However, Hyeon-joo and Seong-mi were an exception to such commotion.

“Hyeonju, do you have anything to hide?”

“Um… Not much. I’m not the type to carry around a lot of things in my bag, right? At most a rotor or a textbook? What about you?”

“I don’t have anything special either. I leave my textbooks at school and carry a lot of things like condoms and lotion. I don’t know why kids are so upset that they can’t come to school with useless things. Cosmetics and beauty products are perfect at this school anyway. It’s legal, but other than that, it’s kind of weird to have a lot of useless stuff on it… Isn’t it?”

Like office ladies having tea time looking out the window at the snowfall, the two of them sat leisurely and watched the chaotic classroom. Soon the bell rings and the teacher enters. Until then, you have to do it on your own so that the teacher won’t yell at you unnecessarily. As if completely thinking about other people’s business, the two shook their heads.

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The bell went off, and soon after, the teacher came in. By the time the teacher came in, I had somehow managed to get rid of unnecessary items and tidy up the place. Of course, among them, they couldn’t finish their work and were crying and praying that this storm would pass safely.

Teachers, of course, women. There are no males in this school, including staff and students. It is often the case that a man is invited for some reason, but basically only one man is admitted to the school on a regular basis. The homeroom teacher of Hyeon-joo’s class says that she is a woman in her late twenties and her name is Jeong Ha-na. She has a cute name, but her height and long limbs give off a model-like air, and she has a sharp nose and eyes, giving off the air that she is a cold yet strong woman, and she is the favorite of many students. She was a charismatic female teacher who was admired. One of hers was wearing a white shirt with the hem tied under her chest, and on her lower body, she was wearing hot pants that clung to her hips. It was also intense. Her pure white breasts show off her pink nipples without a bra through the open slit of her shirt, and the pubic hair that is visible through the zippered hot pants is also very nice. But she didn’t like Hyeonju that much. It was because she seemed to have a similar vibe to her mother.

“Good morning. Did you get some delicious cocks last night, guys?”

“Yes!”

Jeong Ha-na stands on the podium while leaving a clichéd greeting. Normally, just standing on the podium would attract the attention of all the students, but today, there were several students who dared not look into her eyes or chest. Of course, it’s because of the scheduled bag check.

“I think the rumors have probably already spread by now. Today, I’m going to do a bag check. I wonder if you guys didn’t come to school with unnecessary things for study, or conversely, to see if you packed enough things for study. It seems that other schools don’t do this kind of test, but as a proud student of the nation’s only ‘Ona Hall Specialized High School’, I have no doubt that I can appreciate this much. I’ve given you time, so it’s okay to start right now? Right now, put your bag on the desk and shake off everything you bring.”

At one command, the students lifted their bags and poured all the items they had brought onto the desk as if they had become a single organism. After confirming that all the students were ready, Hana walked through the gap between the desks while clicking her high heels to look at her bag and other items. Apparently, this type of bag inspection was not done once or twice, so Hana did not inspect it while finding fault with each other. Only,

“A comic book like this isn’t necessary for school, right? It doesn’t depict sex between a man and a woman, and it doesn’t help academics. I don’t mean to deny my hobby, but it’s not appropriate to bring it to school. I’ll take it this time, but next time Please don’t bring it to school from now on.”

“Why on earth did you bring the math book? I understand that you want to study, but at least it’s not necessary for the curriculum of ‘Ona Hall Specialized High School’… But that’s right. If you only find time to do it during breaks or lunchtime It’s not enough to interfere. I’ll pass on this.”

In this way, I was just going through things moderately and commenting. Hana was charismatic and cool-headed, but he wasn’t inflexible either. To a certain extent, he was tolerant, and he had the kindness of knowing how to turn a blind eye to trivial vices. That’s why he can be popular.

“…Hyeonju doesn’t have condoms? That’s how you respond to gang rape or orgies… Ah, that’s right. Come to think of it, Hyeonju is a dedicated toilet. Then you probably don’t really need it. Lotion or dildos aren’t enough. It’s a little bit, but this is acceptable. Well, let’s move on.”

“Thank you.”

The good thing about being my brother’s only toilet is that the teachers show a broad perspective to Hyeon-joo compared to other students. Other women are relatively far from her brother’s interests (of course, she remembers them and uses them often. It’s nothing compared to Hyeon-joo), but she has many opportunities to deal with other men, so there are many times when Hyeon-ju pushes a tight standard. Of course, there are times when you face reverse discrimination because of that, so is it plus or minus zero?

Perhaps because the information from the advance guard worked well, the bag inspection went smoothly beyond expectations. As I was about to think that way, an unexpected mine exploded.

“…Is this… A love letter?”

“…Ah…”

A chill ran through the classroom, as if a cold steel needle were being driven into the spine. Are you saying that an idiot from somewhere brings such ugly things to school? The trembling voice of a puzzled student came out, followed by the cold question of the teacher.

“How the hell did this happen, resident student?”