The morning classes were uneventful.
Ayato spent the entire time sleeping on his desk.
As for studying… although there were many beautiful teachers at school, he had no interest in classes.
Actually, sleeping at home would be fine, but he was woken up by a call from his homeroom teacher early in the morning and had no choice but to come to school.
That Takamine Miyu was a rather aggressive female teacher, and it seemed he had been targeted by her?
Ayato wasn’t worried about this.
No matter how aggressive she was, she was just an ordinary person.
Teacher?
By then, this homeroom teacher better not cry, under my Absolute Control.
However, she didn’t show up for the entire morning after he came to school, which was a bit strange.
He felt like he had been tricked.
“It’s too strange for PE class to be scheduled in the morning,” as noon approached, Chisato fanned herself with her textbook, glanced at the timetable, and found that the next class was PE.
She sighed dejectedly.
In typical Japanese schools, formal lessons are usually scheduled in the morning, with other classes like PE, home economics, swimming, etc., in the afternoon.
Just thinking about having PE class under the scorching midday sun on an empty stomach made Chisato slump onto her desk, feeling deflated.
“It’s not necessarily all bad. Later, during PE class, we can grab a good spot in the cafeteria or the convenience store,” Makoto patted her shoulder to comfort her.
“Chisato didn’t bring a bento today either, so shall we go to the cafeteria for lunch together?”
“Mhm, okay.”
Chisato nodded, agreeing.
“Hehe, let’s go to the changing room.”
After chatting for a while, the two left the classroom for the girls’ changing room to change into their sportswear.
As they walked out of the classroom door, Chisato secretly glanced at Ayato’s seat and found him still lying there motionless.
He seemed to have been lying there all day today, hadn’t he?
Although he was usually listless, most of the time he was playing on his phone.
Today, however… could it be that he was too tired yesterday?
Indeed, what he did yesterday was so exaggerated, so fierce and wild.
But now the retribution must have come, looking at his pale face, he must be very tired.
No, what am I thinking?
Chisato hurriedly shook her head.
What does his tiredness have to do with me?
My relationship with him isn’t that… And speaking of which, what’s wrong with me these past two days?
Why have I been constantly paying attention to him, during and after class, always Can’t help it glancing at him?
Chisato suddenly noticed her own abnormality, shook her head hard, and tried to push those messy thoughts aside.
She opened her locker and took out the clean sportswear inside.
Just as she unbuttoned her collar, the corner of her eye suddenly caught sight of a hickey on her chest.
Her pupils constricted, and her body trembled violently.
She finally realized a serious problem.
There wasn’t just one hickey on her chest; there were also many handprint marks, spread across her fair and soft breasts.
And it wasn’t just her tender breasts; her stomach, lower abdomen, thighs, back, buttocks…
Even her armpits were covered with the marks of their lovemaking from yesterday, a shocking sight.
This, this—
There were quite a few girls in the changing room.
If she changed clothes here, everything that should be seen and shouldn’t be seen would be seen by everyone, including her good friend Himemiya Makoto.
At that point, she would become the focus of the entire class, and it would be impossible to explain!
“Chisato? What’s wrong? Change your clothes.”
“Um, later, I’ll change later.”
Chisato said evasively, covering her clothes with both hands.
At this moment, she didn’t dare to expose even a small patch of skin.
She could only wait until everyone had left before changing.
She endured for over ten minutes, pretending to be busy fiddling with her phone.
When the changing room emptied out and most people had left, Chisato finally ducked into a corner and slowly took off her clothes.
From her rounded shoulders to her collarbones, and then down to her ample, delicate breasts, large areas of smooth, fair skin glowed with an alluring red hue.
The marks on her body were indeed somewhat exaggerated; these were all left by Ayato, like a declaration of her belonging, as if this girl named Chisato was his possession.
No, from the current situation, I really am his property, aren’t I?
The sportswear she put on covered all the marks on her body.
As soon as she walked out of the changing room, “Huh? Is that… Kitakami Student?”
Kitakami Ai’s back disappeared around the corner.
Instead of going downstairs, she walked towards the classroom.
Chisato, noticing this, was startled.
“PE class is about to start, what is she doing going to the classroom?”
Chisato, who should have gone downstairs to the sports field, hesitated for a few seconds.
Thinking of the interaction between White-haired Hottie and Ayato earlier in the day, Chisato turned around and quietly followed Kitakami Ai.
She didn’t even know why she was doing it.
D Class, Year One.
Only Ayato was left in the empty classroom.
He hadn’t moved, still sound asleep on his desk, completely unaware that everyone else had left the classroom.
Kitakami Ai, who had quietly entered, swayed her two ponytails.
Her uniform had been replaced by sports shorts and a short-sleeved top, revealing her alluring, full thighs and lotus-root-like arms, standing tall and beautiful like a succubus.
She slowly approached Ayato.
Bang.
Her small hand slapped the desk beside his head, but the sleeping boy showed no reaction, filling the White-haired Hottie’s crimson eyes with exasperation.
Bang, bang.
“Who is it?” Ayato, finally awakened, blinked his eyes and looked up.
Kitakami Ai held her head high like a proud white swan, and even intentionally puffed out her chest, giving off a peacock displaying its feathers for courtship vibe.
However, Ayato didn’t react, “Who are you?”
“…”
“Ayato! Are you still not fully awake?!”
“Hmm?
Kitakami Ai?” Realizing who the girl in front of him was, “It’s you.”
“Otherwise, who do you think it is? Besides me, does anyone else in the class talk to you?” The White-haired Hottie crossed her arms, snorting coldly, deliberately showing off her elastic thighs and arms, as well as the curves of her buttocks tightened by the shorts, in front of him.
Round, perky, voluminous.
Kitakami Ai approached, sitting on his desk.
Her hips and thighs were just a hand’s distance away from him, within easy reach.