Huu—
Regardless of the melancholy, suspicious, and nervous victim senior, inside the classroom, the cute, silver-haired, red-eyed beautiful girl was biting her nails, her eyes unfocused on the desktop, as if thinking about something.
Her slender legs under the desk were swinging and shaking.
“What on earth happened before?”
The abnormal change in her body just now made Kitakami Ai Student’s mind wander.
Well, it wasn’t exactly mind-wandering; that very obvious…
comfortable pleasure, she still hadn’t recovered from it even now.
Although that feeling had gradually disappeared.
However, her panties inside were soaked, and they were still sticky now, making her twist uncomfortably.
Recovering to normal, Kitakami Ai finally had free time to think.
Her alluring, white legs were actually still trembling slightly with spasms.
Every time she thought about the burning feeling in her body earlier, she couldn’t help but put her hand on them.
Very strange, too strange.
The inexplicable surge of lust, and its inexplicable disappearance…
“Could it be related to that Ayato?”
Kitakami Ai couldn’t help but think so.
After calming down and thinking for a long while, there was no one else besides Ayato.
After all, she had a conflict with him at that time, and it appeared suddenly when she was confronting him.
Even though it was still unbelievable—how could he have done it, making her body suddenly so sensitive?
From beginning to end, the only time she had touched him was when they shook hands.
Speaking of the handshake, what had been wrong with her back then?
She had actually apologized to him and shaken his hand perfectly fine.
Such behavior was nothing like her at all; it was simply a disgrace.
Kitakami Ai bit her fingernail harder and harder, feeling both angry, suspicious, and tense.
Thinking back to the sudden flare of desire during that skin contact, as if he were a human-shaped aphrodisiac, Kitakami Ai felt a little something stir within her again.
She rubbed her long legs together, then, realizing what she was doing, quickly shook her head and tightly clutched her skirt.
“It must be related to him!” The girl wasn’t stupid.
Previously, she had been too muddled to guess, but now that she was clear-headed, even without evidence, she had a general idea.
She glanced over at Ayato’s seat.
Finding his chair empty, Kitakami Ai’s fair cheeks flushed slightly as she pondered indifferently for a moment, then got up and left the classroom.
Unaware that he had already been targeted by the White-haired Hottie, Ayato was in the restroom, transforming into a hunter slowly devouring his prey…
the kind where he ate his fill, leaving nothing behind.
And no matter how you looked at it—
This girl named Chisato, with her purplish-red long hair, was already unable to escape, trapped in a cage of his making, left to the hunter’s whims to take whatever he wanted.
This was the girls’ restroom, the door locked from the inside.
In this cramped space, the temperature was steadily rising.
Sweat, the girl’s body fragrance, and exhaled hot breaths mixed together, making the air feel noticeably thicker.
Sitting on the toilet, Chisato stretched her neck, tilting her head back.
The boy’s scent and scorching kisses fell on her neck.
She curled her toes, enduring this increasingly intense sense of invasion and the pleasure coursing through her body.
Just a few minutes ago, she had been talking with Yuuto-senpai, and now this despicable guy had dragged her into the girls’ restroom to do these things…
All of this should have belonged to Yuuto-senpai.
Whether it was her fair, smooth skin, her soft chest, or even more private places, they should all belong to senpai.
She wanted to offer these to the Yuuto-senpai she liked.
Yet now, she had no choice but to accept being taken over by another man.
Although it wasn’t the first time…
because she had just seen Yuuto, the pressure and shock were even greater for Chisato than yesterday.
Besides, this was the girls’ restroom.
Occasionally, she could hear sounds from outside.
If they were discovered—
Every time she thought of this, she could only cover her mouth with her hand, suppressing her soft moans, her eyes hazy…
There were quite a few love bites on her neck and collarbone now; even clothes wouldn’t be able to hide them.
Ayato didn’t care if others might discover these.
In fact, it might be better if they did.
“Huh? Did you guys hear something?”
“I think I heard…”
The conversation of the girls outside made Chisato hold her breath, covering her mouth again, not daring to let out the slightest sound.
And just then, this despicable guy, buried in the softness of her ample chest, deliberately increased the force of his sucking.
Making her toes curl tight.
“Mmph!”
This…
this jerk.
Half-sensitive, half-in-pain, Chisato was stimulated beyond endurance, like a puppet leaning against the wall, letting him manipulate her pliant, boneless body as fluid as water.
Even though her heart resisted fiercely, her body…
her body had actually prepared itself to be invaded by him at any moment, even anticipating, craving his entry.
It shouldn’t be like this!
But she couldn’t refuse.
She couldn’t refuse yesterday, and today…
she could refuse even less.
Chisato panted heavily, glanced at the boy buried between her ample breasts, felt the naughty hand under her skirt, bit her alluring cherry lips, and slowly closed her eyes.
But a few seconds later, the sensations suddenly disappeared.
Both the feeling on her chest and the feeling under her skirt.
Opening her eyes, she saw the boy with messy black bangs partially covering his forehead had released her body and was looking at her with a calm gaze.
Though calm, Chisato always felt a detestable smile hung at the corner of his mouth.
“What’s wrong, Chisato? Expecting something?” Ayato took out a tissue to wipe his hand.
The glistening wetness on it—Chisato knew perfectly well where it came from.
An expression of shame and annoyance appeared on her exquisite, beautiful face.
“I wasn’t expecting anything!” the girl said, her voice tinged with resentment.
But it didn’t sound very firm.
Of course it wasn’t firm.
Ayato shook his not-yet-cleaned hand, smiling.
“Oh? Really?”
That smile looked utterly detestable in Chisato’s eyes.
She moved her lips.
“What… what exactly do you want to do? In front of Yuuto-senpai, you… dragged me to the restroom to do bad things, and now you—”
“What is your goal, really?”
“I have no particular goal, Chisato,” Ayato still wore a smile, though it felt a bit cold to her.
“It’s just simply fun, that’s all. Don’t overthink it.”
Fun?
“Especially seeing you, Chisato, yearning but unable to be satisfied—that’s even more interesting,” Ayato teased.
Hearing this, the girl’s face paled.
“I, I, I’m not sexually frustrated!”
Stubborn words couldn’t change the body’s true reaction.
The frightening thing was that Ayato’s words were accurate.
She *was* sexually frustrated, had already prepared herself for his entry, but he stopped at the critical moment.
At that instant, that split second—
She truly felt a sense of emptiness.
Precisely because of this, Chisato reacted so strongly.
She would absolutely not admit it!
“Don’t be embarrassed to admit it. I won’t laugh at you. And it wasn’t on purpose, after all—”
He drew out his words.
“After all, I didn’t bring any condoms today. Doing that kind of thing is dangerous.”
“Today is my safe period!” Chisato gritted her silver teeth and said angrily.
“…”
Ayato stared at her blankly, watching as the girl’s face turned from white to red, from red to dark, and finally couldn’t hold back a laugh.
“Pfft—”
Remembering they were in the girls’ restroom, he quickly covered his mouth.
Chisato found his laughter unbearably grating and hated her own words even more intensely.
It was as if…
as if she was eagerly craving his affection.
How could this be?
“I, I didn’t mean… I didn’t mean that! Just…”
“No need to explain, Chisato. I understand.”
What do you understand?
You’re doing this on purpose!
The girl’s chest heaved, swaying, waves surging.
“You… whether it was with Yuuto-senpai earlier or just now, you did it on purpose. You’re deliberately bullying me, toying with me!”
Dragging me away right in front of senpai, doing bad things in the girls’ restroom, and saying things like ‘doing that is dangerous’—you’re just treating me like a toy to play with!
“Knowing is enough; no need to say it out loud.”
“You—!”
Chisato’s eyes reddened, tears welling up.
She didn’t know why, but she just felt very sad and upset.
Biting the corner of her mouth, she glared at Ayato with those wet, large eyes, pearly tears falling, her face full of grievance.
“Why are you crying? Although I am indeed bullying you…” Ayato hadn’t expected her reaction to be so strong.
He pinched her chin, stroking her smooth cheek.
To be honest, he did feel a twinge of pity.
His movements became much gentler as he wiped away her tears.
“A pretty girl like Chisato—anyone would want to bully her a little, right?” Ayato leaned his body down, inhaling her scent.
His fingers slid from her eyes to her nose, then her mouth, caressing her warm lips.
“But that doesn’t mean I don’t respect you. Because… the only one who can bully you is me.”
What kind of respect is that?
It’s just possessiveness.
No, from the very beginning, starting with the coercion yesterday, it had nothing to do with respect at all!
Chisato really wanted to say that, but—her body went weak, softened by his gentle, ambiguous actions, melted by the touch of that tender hand.
But this time, Chisato didn’t resist or react too strongly because she was almost used to it.
It must be that he did something to her body.
It was all his doing.
She couldn’t blame herself.
Thinking that way was fine.
Not knowing what to say, Chisato tried to avoid his gaze, enduring the tingling sensation in her body, and turned her head.
“Cl-class is about to start—”
She had just heard the bell.
The girls had left, and the restroom was quiet now.
It was a good opportunity to leave.
“Mhm, and then?”
Ayato’s hand slid down to her collarbone.
Even though it was just a simple touch, even though it had happened many times, Chisato’s delicate body still trembled slightly, unable to bear it.
She realized her body was very sensitive, especially in front of this bad guy.
“Go back to class.”
“No need for afternoon classes,” Ayato shook his head, refusing.
In Japanese schools, afternoon classes were generally more relaxed.
“We’re going back.”
Going back?
Back where?
Chisato looked up in surprise, meeting his dark pupils.
“Weren’t you just complaining about me? So let’s skip class. Go back to my place. We can do it for as long as we want.”
Who…
who was complaining about you!
“You just came to school around noon, and now you’re skipping class again. You’ve barely attended any classes, right?” Chisato said, astonished.
“Attend what classes? Showing up is enough,” Ayato narrowed his eyes.
“You want it too, don’t you?”
“…”
A few minutes later, on the empty school grounds, the figures of Ayato and Chisato leaving were seen by Yuuto from the classroom window.
This popular senpai’s expression clearly darkened.
Kitakami Ai wore a similarly unpleasant expression.
After searching for so long, that Ayato had actually run off?!