Careful What You Think, Pervert! (My Dirty Thoughts Became Real)

I did not think about a nurse.

I did not think about a nurse.

Let the record show that I, Haruma Kazuki, age seventeen, innocent victim of a dangerously horny subconscious, did not consciously imagine a nurse outfit.

But the brain is a treacherous organ.

It does things.

Stupid, dangerous, trope-triggering things.

Which is the only explanation for the horror unfolding in my living room right now.

"I brought bandages just in case you caught a cold from the rain," said Natsuki-sensei, in a tight white blouse, a red cross pin on her chest, and the calm, casual tone of a woman who has no idea how insane she looks right now.

I stared.

Not at her.Past her.

Into space.