The tense yet mesmerizing atmosphere in the room was shattered by Yuki’s unexpected question.
Yuki stared intently at Kiyone, her eyes fixed on the girl’s turtleneck sweater.
“Kiyone-chan?” Yuki asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
“It’s really hot today.
Why are you wearing such a thick sweater?” Kiyone’s shoulders tensed instantly.
A sudden flush of heat rushed to her cheeks.
“Oh…
I, uh, I just have a bit of a cold,” Kiyone replied, her voice sounding thinner than she intended.
“Besides…
the sweater isn’t that thick.
I’m just feeling a little sensitive today.” Shiro turned her head slightly, her gaze shifting to Kiyone.
She narrowed her eyes for a moment.
Kiyone was hiding something—something quite obvious, at that.
Yuki was thinking the exact same thing.
Kiyone’s evasive behavior, the way she avoided eye contact, and her attempt to mask her posture by stiffening her shoulders—they were all tell-tale signs.
But Yuki locked eyes with Shiro, and they shared a silent understanding: playing dumb was the best way to maintain the peace.
“Ah, I see,” Yuki said with a giggle.
“A leftover cold from winter?” Kiyone seized the opportunity immediately.
“Yes, exactly that.
It’ll take me a while to recover.” Kiyone let her eyes wander over the empty space on the table, desperate to divert attention away from her neck.
“What about Sakurako?” Kiyone asked, her voice rushed.
“Where is she today?
Why didn’t she come with you?” Yuki’s smile faltered for a heartbeat.
Shiro, on the other hand, smiled faintly.
Kiyone’s childish deflection only made the situation more glaringly obvious.
“Sakurako-chan?” Yuki said, raising an eyebrow.
“She’s not here today.
She went on a weekend trip with her school.” Kiyone exhaled, as if relieved.
“I see.
That’s good.
I hope she has fun.” Shiro placed a hand on Kamiki’s knee and leaned in slightly.
“Kamiki-kun,” she said, her voice inviting.
“What’s the plan for today?” Kamiki set his cup down on the table and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds.
“An amusement park,” he said suddenly.
“What do you think?” The girls’ eyes lit up at the same time.
Yuki clapped her hands.
“An amusement park?
That sounds amazing!” Tsubasa set her shyness aside.
“I’d love to.
It’s been so long since I’ve been to one.” Eichiiro jumped to his feet, his excitement visible in his eyes.
“An amusement park?
Really?
That’s incredible!” Kiyone looked at Eichiiro.
“I see you’re quite enthusiastic, Eichiiro-kun.” “Who wouldn’t be?” Eichiiro replied.
“It’s going to be a huge change of pace.” Yuki stood up and spun around.
“Then let’s get ready right away!” “Wait,” Kamiki said.
“No preparations.
We’re going now.” Tsubasa looked surprised.
“Now?
But our clothes…” “Just like this,” Kamiki said as he rose from his seat.
“Let’s keep it natural.” Kiyone took a deep breath.
“Alright then.
Let’s go.” Shiro leaned toward Kiyone and whispered, “Are you going to wear your sweater?” Kiyone shivered.
“Yes.
Does it look bad on me?” Shiro smiled.
“No.
It suits you perfectly.” Yuki giggled.
“We’ll grab some ice cream on the way out, okay?” “Of course,” Kamiki said, heading for the door.
“As much as everyone wants.” Kamiki opened the door, and the bright sunlight flooded into the room.
“Come on.
Let’s not waste any time.” As Kiyone followed behind Kamiki, she felt Shiro’s gaze on her back.
She knew this trip would be longer and more exhausting than she had anticipated.
But Kamiki was there.
And as long as he was, nothing else mattered.
That day marked the beginning of the friendship between Kamiki and the three girls, along with Nanase and Eichiiro.
A year had passed since that trip to the amusement park.
Kamiki, Shiro, Yuki, and Kiyone had applied to ANHS and been accepted.
Over that year, Kamiki had taken the girls all over the country.
He pushed them to socialize frequently and had them train to ensure they wouldn’t lose their physical edge.
Now, all seven of them were sitting together in Kamiki and Kiyone’s home.
A quiet peace hung over the group as they unwound from the day’s training.
Nanase took a step toward Kamiki.
Gone was the shy girl from a year ago; in her eyes now was nothing but pure, genuine admiration.
“Kamiki-senpai,” she said excitedly.
“I promise.
Next year…
I will definitely be at ANHS, right by your side.” Kamiki stepped toward Nanase and reached out, gently ruffling her soft hair.
“I believe in you,” Kamiki said, his voice brimming with confidence.
“You can absolutely do it.” Nanase’s cheeks flushed pink, and she beamed with happiness.
“I won’t let you down.” Tsubasa kept her eyes on Kamiki.
Her admiration wasn’t just for his physical strength, but for his intellect and his perspective on the world.
“To be like you…” Nanase whispered, “I think that’s the greatest achievement in this world.” Kiyone smiled at Nanase.
“Don’t just aim to be like us.
Try to surpass us.” Kamiki laughed.
“That’s the spirit!
A challenge is the key to growth.” Kamiki shifted his gaze to the others in the room—Eichiiro, Nanase, and Sakurako, who was watching them silently from the corner.
“Eichiiro, Nanase, Sakurako,” Kamiki said with a clear, steady voice.
“I believe that next year, all of you will be at ANHS.” Eichiiro jumped up in excitement.
“We won’t disappoint you, Senpai!” Nanase smiled.
“We’ll follow in your footsteps.” Kamiki walked slowly toward Sakurako.
Reaching her, he gently pinched her soft cheeks.
“Especially you, Sakurako-chan,” Kamiki said.
“You have such incredible potential.
Don’t ever forget that.” Sakurako’s face turned bright red instantly.
She looked away, but she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.
“I won’t let you down, Senpai!” she exclaimed.
Seeing her sister’s reaction, Yuki pounced on her, pulling her into a tight embrace.
“Of course she won’t!” Yuki said joyfully.
“She’s my sister.
She can definitely do it!” Sakurako squirmed in her sister’s arms.
“Yuki-nee, stop it!
You’re acting like a child!” Yuki squeezed even tighter.
“Because you’re just so cute!” Shiro watched them with a chuckle.
“Kamiki-kun’s touch really does embolden everyone, doesn’t it?” Eichiiro smiled.
“I think Senpai has a special effect on all of us.” Kamiki leaned back slightly, his eyes half-closed.
He silently activated the interface in his mind.
Transparent panels appeared in his field of vision, scanning the numerical values next to each of them.
*Shiro: 100/100 *Kiyone: 100/100 *Yuki: 100/100 His gaze shifted to Nanase.
[Nanase – Affection Level: 87/100] Kamiki smiled to himself.
Just one year…
It was an incredible speed for such a short time.
Nanase’s pure, innocent admiration was slowly evolving into a deeper, more passionate devotion.
Her natural determination and loyalty, combined with Kamiki’s “unrivaled charm,” made her rapid acceleration inevitable.
Kamiki looked at the flawless percentages glowing on his mental interface.
*Shiro: 100/100.
*Kiyone: 100/100.
*Yuki: 100/100.
These numbers weren’t just statistics.
They were concrete proof of every moment shared, every word whispered, and every “intimacy” experienced over the past year.
There were no more secrets between them; their bond had reached the pinnacle of loyalty and physical closeness.
Only that “final step” remained.
Shiro had asked Kamiki to take that final step, but he had refused.
The girls were only fifteen; they were still far too young.
Kamiki updated his mental interface as he scanned the group.
The panels glowed with a neon-blue light, visible only to him, in the dimly lit living room.
*Sakurako: 82/100 His gaze landed on Sakurako, who was still trying to escape her sister’s grasp.
From the outside, with her shy, slightly cold, and distant demeanor, she appeared to be the most “inaccessible” member of the group.
Yet, the cold numbers of the system clearly revealed the bubbling devotion inside her.
82 points…
Kamiki checked the system one more time.
82, 87, 100, 100, 100.
“Five of the world’s most beautiful girls,” Kamiki thought, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“All of them mine.
All of them bound to me.
What more could a man ask for?” The situation fed his ego.
They continued to chat for a few more hours.
Noticing that Nanase and Sakurako were reluctant to leave, Eichiiro took charge.
Eichiiro stood up and stretched.
“Come on, let’s go,” he said.
“You guys have to go to ANHS early tomorrow.
Let’s not overstay our welcome.” Nanase and Sakurako’s expressions fell.
Their reluctance reflected in the room’s atmosphere.
*A year,* they both thought.
*We won’t be able to see him for a whole year.* “A year is such a long time,” Sakurako whispered, looking down at the floor.
Nanase, however, kept her eyes on Kamiki.
Her gaze wasn’t a farewell, but a promise.
Eichiiro headed for the door.
“Come on, Nanase.
Come on, Sakurako.
Time is running out.” They stopped at the door.
Shiro, Kiyone, and Yuki watched them.
A faint smile graced Shiro’s face.
“Senpai,” Nanase said.
Her voice had changed—it was decisive now.
Kamiki turned toward her.
“Yes?” Nanase suddenly lunged forward.
She cupped Kamiki’s face in her hands and pressed her lips against his.
“Goodbye, Senpai!” she said, and before anyone could react, she turned and bolted out the door.
Sakurako was in shock, and Eichiiro stood frozen.
“Wow,” Eichiiro muttered.
“Nanase…
you…” Nanase didn’t even look back as she stepped into the cool night air.
“Eichiiro, shut up and follow me!
We’re going home!” she shouted, her voice trembling slightly.
Eichiiro stood stunned for a second, then rushed after her.
Inside the room, a strange, electric silence descended.
Sakurako stood frozen at the threshold, her eyes still locked on Kamiki—torn between leaving and staying, her heart pounding in her chest.
Shiro crossed her arms and looked at Sakurako with that signature, mysterious smile of hers.
“Why are you waiting?” she asked softly.
“You can do it, Sakurako-chan.
There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Yuki gave her sister an encouraging look as well.
“Come on, Sakurako!
Don’t forget, your sister is right here with you!” Bolstered by her sister’s encouragement, Sakurako took a deep breath.
Her cheeks were burning.
Kamiki stood calmly waiting, his posture as steady and reassuring as ever.
The young girl took a step toward him, as if carrying a heavy weight.
She closed the distance.
With trembling hands, she reached out for support on Kamiki’s shoulders.
She wasn’t as fast as Nanase; she was more timid.
She leaned in—closer, and closer.
Sakurako pressed her lips to Kamiki’s face.
It was a soft, brief, but incredibly impactful touch.
As soon as the contact broke, she mumbled, “I’m sorry!” and turned, bolting toward the garden like an arrow following in Nanase’s footsteps.
Yuki burst out laughing.
“That’s my sister!” Kamiki watched Sakurako’s retreating silhouette while tracking the numbers on his system.
*Nanase: 87/100 -> 89/100 *Sakurako: 82/100 -> 84/100 The room fell silent again after the girls’ departure, but the air remained thick with the intensity they had left behind.
Kiyone rested her chin on her hand, scrutinizing Kamiki.
Her expression was a mix of bewilderment and inquiry.
“Kamiki-kun…” she said, her voice low.
“Are you a succubus?” Shiro immediately intervened, her gaze sharp as she looked at Kiyone.
“Don’t be jealous, Kiyone-chan,” she said coldly.
“It only goes to show how perfect my lover is.” Kiyone turned to Shiro, watching her.
Shiro’s calmness, and even her approval, surprised Kiyone.
*Shiro…
she’s changed so much since that day,* Kiyone thought.
*She used to be the one to turn the world upside down, but now she feeds off Kamiki’s gravitational pull.* Kamiki smiled.
“I just…
understand people’s desires,” he said.
Yuki moved without hesitation.
She threw her arms around Kamiki’s neck and locked eyes with him.
“You talk too much,” she said.
Their lips met.
This kiss was nothing like the brief, shy touches of Nanase and Sakurako.
It was long, deep, and passionate.
Kamiki grabbed Yuki’s waist and pulled her toward him.
When they broke the kiss, Yuki pulled back slightly, breathless.
“I might be a little jealous,” she whispered.
With a mischievous smile, Yuki leaned in close and whispered into his ear: “Honey, take us to the bedroom.
Let’s go to sleep, we’re exhausted.” Shiro nodded in approval of Yuki’s bold move.
“Yes, let’s go,” she said, an endless desire for Kamiki shining in her eyes.
Kiyone frowned at them.
“Perverts,” she said, crossing her arms.
“Your brains are completely rotted with lust.” But as she spoke, her cheeks turned bright red.
After a moment of hesitation, she began to walk slowly toward the bedroom.
The three of them burst into laughter at the sight.
Kiyone stopped at the doorway and turned back.
There was a fake look of anger on her face.
“What?
Is there something funny?” she asked indignantly.
Kamiki smiled.
“No, absolutely not,” he said with mocking calm.
Kamiki moved in one fluid motion.
He scooped Shiro up with one arm and swept Yuki off her feet with the other, lifting them as if they weighed nothing.
The girls shrieked in surprise before settling into Kamiki’s arms.
As Kamiki carried them toward the bedroom, he winked at Kiyone.
“Are you coming, too, Kiyone?” Kiyone gasped.
“I…
I’m just coming to check on you!” she said, before rushing inside ahead of them.
The dim light of the bedroom made the air heavy and inviting.
As soon as Kamiki set Shiro and Yuki down on the soft bed, Shiro didn’t waste a second.
She reached for Kamiki’s neck and lips, her touch hungry and intense.
Yuki snuggled up beside them, her fingers wandering to the buttons of Kamiki’s shirt.
The only sounds in the room were the rhythm of fast breathing and the rustle of fabric.
Kiyone stood by the door, arms crossed, watching them.
Her gaze was fixed on the floor, but she couldn’t stop herself from stealing glances at the masculine charisma radiating from Kamiki.
*This must be paradise for a man,* Kamiki thought.
*Shiro’s unbridled passion, Yuki’s cheerful yet possessive charm, and the pure desire Kiyone hides behind her shyness…* His gaze drifted from Yuki to Shiro, and finally to Kiyone, who was standing by the door.
Kamiki reached out with one hand to gently lift Shiro’s chin, while the other stroked Yuki’s hair.
Then, he stood up slowly and took a step toward Kiyone.
Her eyes widened, and she took a step back, bumping into the door.
“Kiyone-chan,” Kamiki said, his voice echoing deeply through the room.
“Are you going to keep watching, or are you going to join us?” Kiyone swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat.
Shiro lay on the bed, smiling invitingly.
Yuki giggled, watching Kamiki.
Kiyone shivered, her knees feeling weak.
It was going to be a long night for Kamiki and his girls.
Author’s Note: This chapter was a little rushed.
But now I wanted to switch to ANHS.
I didn’t want to make it longer while writing the ANHS prequel.
What do you think?
If you want a longer ANHS prequel, write.
I can write the story accordingly.