For three days in a row, Ayato did not come to find Chisato.
Chisato’s mood was strange, her emotions conflicted.
She couldn’t forget the scene from that afternoon after school, when the male classmate had taken her body in the empty classroom at twilight.
To her, Ayato was a jerk, a pervert, a devil.
He was a detestable piece of trash!
Such trash not coming to find her, as if he had let her go, should have made her happy.
However, the girl who had gained freedom and relaxation was not as overjoyed as she had imagined.
Chisato didn’t know why.
“Teacher,” the teacher who was lecturing was interrupted by Ayato, “I see that student Kitakami Ai isn’t feeling well. I’ll take her to the infirmary.”
Since when am I not feeling well!
The silver-haired White-haired Hottie looked up with a strange expression.
After meeting Ayato’s ambiguous smile, her cheeks flushed, and her heart suddenly raced.
That guy, he wanted to do that…
lewd stuff with her again.
Tsk, pervert!
Though she complained in her heart, she didn’t refute Ayato outwardly.
Despite calling him a pervert in her head, she couldn’t help but feel a bit stirred.
Kitakami Ai felt as if her brain was broken; she was actually starting to feel obsessed with this guy, Ayato.
“Not feeling well?”
“Ye-yes, I want to go to the infirmary,” Kitakami Ai said, standing up with slightly flushed cheeks.
The teacher didn’t say anything in the end.
Watching the backs of Ayato and Kitakami Ai as they left the classroom together, Chisato bit her lip, her large eyes filled with suspicion and dissatisfaction.
“Not feeling well,” my foot.
Those two were clearly going off to do bad things!
They were supposed to be in class, yet they ran outside during class…
Shameless!
Pervert!
The girl thought of the scenes from a few days ago where Ayato had acted recklessly with her body; that feeling seemed to linger.
Then she thought of the things between him and Kitakami Ai.
He hadn’t come to find her these past few days.
Not to mention pulling her to do ‘h’ things, he hadn’t even said a single word to her, as if they had become total strangers.
In contrast, he was often with Kitakami Ai.
This should have been a good thing.
She had clearly escaped his clutches, so why did she feel so melancholy…
“Chisato, are you okay?” Chisato’s absent-mindedness was naturally noticed by Himemiya Makoto.
Facing the inquiry from her best friend, Chisato quickly shook her head.
“I’m fine.”
Fine?
That’s impossible.
Makoto had already noticed something amiss from her observations over the past few days.
She glanced in the direction Ayato had left, leaned over, and lowered her voice.
“Chisato, what is your relationship with that Ayato?”
“Ah, no relationship. I don’t have any relationship with him!”
The girl quickly explained.
“If there’s no relationship, why do you keep paying attention to him? Chisato, I’ve noticed that you often sneak peeks at that person in school.”
“…”
Am, am I that obvious?
I don’t often sneak peeks; it’s just because I’m afraid of him that I occasionally…
Chisato opened her mouth, suddenly not knowing how to explain.
“Chisato, do, do you like Ayato?”
“Absolutely not!”
She stood up abruptly and shouted, only to realize that class was still in session.
The teacher and students were all looking at her.
Her cheeks flushed red, and she was so embarrassed she wanted to dig a hole with her toes.
She quickly sat down.
She buried her head deeply into her arms.
Reacting so strongly, yet saying it’s impossible.
Himemiya Makoto muttered to herself, then thought of how Ayato seemed to be getting very close to that White-haired Hottie, and couldn’t help but frown.
It seems I need to find an opportunity to talk to him.
“Ayato, we’re supposed to be in class right now!”
Outside the classroom, Kitakami Ai was half-resisting and half-yielding as he pulled her into the girls’ restroom.
There was no one in the restroom during class time, making it the perfect opportunity to do bad things.
The White-haired Hottie’s expression was filled with anger and irritation.
“Calling me out during class time to do, to do ‘h’ things, you’re just messing around!”
“North, don’t you like it?” Ayato locked the door and grinned.
“I, of course I don’t like it!” She stubbornly turned her head away, but the burning heat of her body and the blush of shame couldn’t be hidden.
She tried to keep putting up a front, but as his hand gently caressed her, she instantly softened.