In the quiet classroom, illuminated by the sunset, Chisato’s breathing gradually grew heavier.
Besides the uncomfortable lack of oxygen, her body was also becoming increasingly sensitive.
The girl had been trying to hold back, but unfortunately…
she gradually couldn’t anymore.
An ambiguous aura enveloped the surroundings, and a burning sensation emanated from her body, from inside out, wetting her pants.
This is a man’s—
Her heart was filled with curiosity and fear, yet it beat rapidly.
A misty haze veiled Chisato’s eyes.
Though her mind screamed in refusal, the sensitivity of her body was impossible to stop.
It was her first time, yet she was…
doing such things like a wanton woman.
Her tongue felt so numb.
“Hah~ Mmm~”
The girl endured the shame in her heart while simultaneously suppressing the pleasure in her body.
Sadness, anger, fear—all sorts of emotions swirled within her, ultimately melting into helpless resignation.
“Ugh—Cough!! Cough!!”
Covering her mouth as she coughed violently, the beautiful girl knelt on the floor.
Her flushed cheeks and teary eyes exuded a unique allure.
Her open clothes revealed a glimpse of spring scenery, and her plump thighs beneath her skirt trembled faintly.
The taste spread in her mouth, and…
she swallowed it.
Gulp~
To be honest, any man witnessing this scene, no matter how strong his self-control, would be unable to resist.
They would transform into a ravenous wolf, pouncing on her and pouring themselves into her fiercely.
However, the boy paid no attention to the spring scenery before him or the alluring girl.
His expression slightly grim, he stared at his status window.
His body felt pleasure, but his mood was somewhat foul.
?
No increase…
“This won’t do?”
Ayato only had a general understanding of his cheat ability.
For instance, red hearts were used to become stronger, and the way to obtain them was…
through h.
But the specifics of what exactly was required were unclear.
At least, this level wasn’t enough—
“So, it must be the genuine union between a man and a woman?”
Ayato finally snapped out of his daze.
He glanced at the girl kneeling before him, head bowed in silence.
Her pale red hair was somewhat disheveled, draped over her shoulders.
Sweat trickled down her slender, beautiful neck, like that of a swan.
Inside her open collar, the ample, pale expanse bore visible scratch marks.
Those were left by him.
Her bangs covered her face.
With Chisato’s head lowered, her expression was hard to see.
Ayato didn’t care about her expression anyway.
Whether it was anger or fear, she couldn’t break free from his control.
This kind of Hypnosis control over the body was incredibly convenient.
He jumped down from the table.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he lifted her up.
His other hand naturally slipped inside her skirt…
Eek!!!
The girl shuddered, sharply lifting her head to gaze at the boy pressed close against her.
She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
Realizing this, Chisato’s breathing grew rapid, her eyes holding a trace of pleading.
His fingers traced over her skin, tender as a baby’s.
“Open up.”
Chisato Student could not speak, could not resist.
She even actively spread her legs, welcoming her master’s arrival…
Like a doll, a doll with self-awareness but no control over its own body.
“Although your body resists, isn’t the inside already craving it?” Feeling the wetness between them, Ayato curled the corner of his mouth upwards.
“Ugh—”
Shame, anger—various emotions swirled within her.
Only when the pain struck did the girl startle awake.
Staring blankly as his presence enveloped her, the mixture of pain and pleasure threatened to drive her insane.
No!
I can’t!
But…
why does it feel so good…
Regardless, under the sunset that day, the girl had grown up.
And Ayato had finally obtained what he wanted.
?
+1
As the setting sun dipped a little lower, as the restless classroom’s atmosphere settled back into calm, Ayato had already fastened his belt.
Staring at his status window, he felt pleased.
[?:1]
He already had one heart.
It was now confirmed that this was necessary to harvest red hearts.
“Why did you… do it inside?!” Finally regaining her ability to speak, Chisato’s first words were laden with countless complex emotions: panic, fright, nervousness, shame.
Thinking of her own compliance earlier and the inevitable state of intoxication, her face flushed crimson.
Thinking of how he hadn’t avoided doing it inside at all…
How could such a thing be allowed?
I could get pregnant!!!
Ugh—
Thinking again of everything that had happened to her today…
Chisato clutched her skirt, sitting on the table with a pale expression.
Her purity had been completely taken away.
The pain still lingered.
The traces on the table also remained.
“Yuuto-senpai—”
The name slipped out instinctively.
It was the senior she liked.
Now that she had been…
by another man…
Yuuto-senpai would be sad, right?
He wouldn’t be able to accept it.
I’m no longer pure.
Hearing this name murmured from her lips, Ayato tilted his head.
He hadn’t met this Yuuto-senpai and held no ill will towards him.
Ultimately, everything he did was for one purpose—to become stronger.
So…
“Chisato Student, I’m afraid,” Ayato took a step forward, grasping her slightly pale fingers in his palm.
His other hand caressed her smooth, delicate cheek, savoring her charm.
“You… what do you want now?” She was panicked.
It was this person, this detestable guy who had been bullying her, toying with her, leaving his marks on her body.
Chisato felt she should hate him, but more than hatred, what filled her was fear.
Because she knew she simply couldn’t oppose him, not with that terrifying ability.
“Chisato, you didn’t think this was over, did you?”
Wh-what?
She froze.
Ayato smirked wickedly.
“This is just the beginning. I told you, from the moment you met me, the outcome was decided. Chisato Student, you will become my possession, both now and in the future.”
Of course, I’m still counting on you to give me more?.
Sustainable development—how could I possibly let you run away?
But these words struck Chisato like a thunderbolt.
Her ears rang, and she trembled under Ayato’s teasing gaze, nearly biting through her cherry lips, unable to even utter words of defiance.
Her resistance was growing weaker and weaker.
“Alright, get dressed and let’s go,” Ayato glanced at the overcast sky and smiled.
“To my place.”
To his place?
What awaited her was self-evident.
Chisato’s body trembled.
After a few seconds of silence, she slowly began to tidy her clothes.
She knew she couldn’t refuse.
At this hour, the school was empty except for the occasional passing teacher.
The entire campus was quiet and deserted.
The Tianjing field was dyed red, and the windows of the buildings were all closed.
Only the rustling of leaves stirred by the wind could be heard.
A faint aroma of cooked food drifted from somewhere, making one think of the scent of home.
Chisato’s pale red hair fluttered slightly in the wind.
Her long legs beneath her school uniform skirt were plump and fair, tempting one to grab them.
The swaying hem hinted at the scenery beneath but revealed nothing.
It was a temptation full of fantasy.
Unfortunately, no one knew that both her legs and what lay beneath her skirt had already been wantonly played with by Ayato standing before her, leaving his marks upon them.
The clothes on her upper body were already arranged.
Her chest was full and round, straining against the tight uniform.
Perhaps because she had transitioned from a girl to a woman, it seemed even larger than before, a terrifying size.
Such a charming young girl, only her movements were somewhat unnatural.
Limping, she followed behind Ayato.
Several times she looked up at his back, then lowered her head again, lost in thought.
“I’m quite surprised,” Ayato suddenly stopped.
She halted too, looking up in confusion to meet his gaze.
“I thought you might try to run away.”
What?
“I’m not using my ability to control you right now,” Ayato whispered like a devil tempting her ear.
“This is a rare chance for you to escape. But you didn’t run. You even obediently followed my instructions the whole time. Tsk tsk.”
Chisato’s face changed.
She gripped her skirt tightly.
“C-can I even escape in this state?”
This hateful classmate was definitely saying this on purpose, wanting to mock her, to toy with and crush her like a little bug.
“You truly can’t escape. But what if you succeeded? Aren’t you even going to try?” Ayato strolled to her side, inhaling the girl’s scent, lowering his voice.
“Or could it be… you enjoyed that feeling earlier? Hoping to come home with me? What a wanton woman.”
“I did not!”
Chisato retreated two steps, about to turn and flee, but he caught her by the shoulder.
The dual assault on her body and mind made her eyes well up.
She struggled, but why did her struggles only seem to bury her deeper into his embrace?
Chisato finally stopped moving, standing there with trembling shoulders, sobbing.
“I was just joking. Why are you crying?” Ayato personally wiped the tears from the corner of her eye, his fingers brushing against her delicate skin and eyelashes.
His movements were gentle, his smile even gentler.
“But Chisato looks very cute when she cries~”
“…”
Her eyelashes fluttered.
The touch of his fingers made a faint pink hue spread across her skin.
Gritting her silver teeth, she wanted to push him away, but the strength left her hand the moment it touched his chest.
She couldn’t push him away.
It looked like a coy refusal.
“Of course, whether you’re a wanton woman or not doesn’t matter to me. Just don’t have contact with other men,” Ayato said with a deadpan expression.
Even if she was just a tool for farming?, Ayato couldn’t possibly share her with others.
After all, he wasn’t one of those perverts.
“Follow me.”
Seeing his sudden change in demeanor again, Chisato said nothing.
After wrestling with herself for a while, she finally followed him.
Along the way, she wondered if she should find a chance to escape.
Although the chance was slim, still—
Lost in this internal struggle, they reached the school gate.
Seeing Ayato lead her to a motorcycle, a sleek, brand-new, incredibly cool bike, Chisato was taken aback.
“Motor vehicles aren’t allowed at school,” she blurted out.
“Chisato Student is such a good student,” Ayato chuckled.
“Get on.”
“…”
He really was a bad student.
Chisato snorted inwardly, slowly seating herself.
These were things that came with him after his transmigration.
Besides this motorcycle, there was also a house—a common three-bedroom detached house.
Living alone, it felt a bit too spacious.
Anyway, free stuff, might as well take it.
The roar of the powerful motorcycle, the wind against his face, the sensation of the girl’s soft body pressed against his back—Ayato grinned.
Tonight, he was growing more and more excited.