I thought he would stop me, grab me, pin me against the wall, and force me to do those H things…
Chisato began to let her thoughts run wild.
But in the end…
he did nothing.
Like a stranger.
*Click—*
Coincidentally, the door opened, and Kitakami Ai walked out, bumping into Chisato.
The two girls’ eyes met.
The White-haired Hottie ignored her classmate—they weren’t close—and brushed past her.
Chisato, however, glanced back at her.
The expression on her face grew increasingly complex.
Since Kitakami Student was here, it meant she and Ayato had definitely done *that* in the restroom earlier.
“Seems it’s just as I thought.”
With sharp eyes, she noticed that Kitakami Ai’s collar was slightly disheveled, not properly arranged.
*Pat—*
Closing the door, the girl sitting on the toilet felt complicated.
“What’s wrong with me… I feel so empty inside.”
She reached out and touched her chest.
That hollow feeling was mixed with a trace of displeasure.
Clearly, him letting her off was a lucky thing.
Clearly, whatever happened between him and Kitakami Ai had nothing to do with her.
“Mmm—”
Chisato stayed inside for quite a while.
By the time she opened the door, nearly ten minutes had passed.
What she had been doing in there was obvious; the sounds were impossible to fully suppress.
A rosy flush still lingered on her face, charming and adorable.
*Slap!*
“Huh?!”
The moment she opened the door, before she could even gather her thoughts, a pair of strong arms pushed her back inside.
Chisato, her hairs standing on end, pupils constricting, was about to struggle when she saw it was Ayato.
Only then did her body relax.
Wait, why should I relax?
“Y-you… Ayato, what are you doing?!”
“I heard some strange sounds from outside just now,” Ayato pressed her against the wall, sniffing the girl’s scent, his eyes playful.
“Chisato, what were you doing in there?”
“N-nothing! I wasn’t doing anything!” she said, her face flushed with shame.
“Nothing? I heard it clearly. Your moans weren’t exactly quiet,” Ayato grinned.
“Still not telling the truth?”
“Mmm~”
As he grabbed the pert peaks on her chest, Chisato trembled all over, her delicate body writhing.
“I-it’s none of your business.”
“That’s not necessarily true. Maybe you were using me as your masturbation fantasy,” Ayato said.
“Chisato, oh Chisato, who would have thought you’re such a Little slut? Haven’t come to find you these past couple of days, and you’re already craving it?”
“That’s not true at all! I, I was just…” Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
Unable to explain, her eyes held a trace of grievance.
This jerk, this hateful asshole who only knows how to bully me, must he toy with me so shamefully?
“Tell me, are you feeling empty and wanting it? Do you want me to satisfy you?”
“No, I don’t!”
Still stubborn.
A glint flashed in Ayato’s eyes as he activated his Absolute Control.
“Tell the truth—”
Under his control, Chisato’s eyes widened.
She could no longer lie.
“Y-yes… You haven’t come to find me these past few days. I… I sometimes feel empty… I want Ayato-kun to fill my body.”
Oh my god, what am I saying?!
The stunned girl felt her face burning frighteningly hot, shame making her want to find a hole to crawl into.
But soon, she had no time to dwell on that.
After several days, his caresses once again fell upon her body.
Having just masturbated once, Chisato’s body was exceptionally sensitive.
Soon, her eyes grew moist, and she became Intoxicated in the intense waves of pleasure.
She didn’t notice the peculiar Lust Crest appearing on her fair, tender breasts and the area just below her navel.
A pink, heart-shaped Lust Crest, brimming with the ambiguous power of carnal love, added a bewitching, seductive aura to the pure Chisato, like a succubus from a manga.
Sexy.
Alluring.