She didn’t know how many times she ‘died’ yesterday.
The White-haired Hottie couldn’t remember.
Anyway, she spent the whole afternoon with him in the living room, making love, unable to extricate herself from the bliss of ascending to heaven.
After hastily eating something in the evening, while showering in the bathroom, he pressed her against the wall and went a few more rounds…
He’s simply, simply a beast!
It was just too crazy!
By the time the White-haired Hottie finally returned to the bedroom, her consciousness was hazy and not very clear.
She didn’t even know if that ferocious beast had dragged her into more…
anyway, she slept like a log all night.
When she woke up, glaring sunlight streamed in through a gap in the curtains, shining onto the long, beautiful hair fanned out on the pillow like cherry blossoms.
Beneath the thin cotton quilt lay a crystal-clear, delicate body.
The slender arm and rounded shoulder emerging from the covers were somewhat alluring.
Further down were full, delicate breasts and skin, covered in hickeys and marks, evidence of yesterday’s fierce battle.
“Is it already morning?”
Waking up, the White-haired Hottie picked up her phone from the bedside.
7:30 AM?
The first time she’d slept this late.
“Morning class is in an hour… You—where are you?”
Only then did she realize the space beside her was empty.
She was alone in the large bed.
The room was deserted.
Lifting the quilt, a spring scene was inadvertently revealed, a beautiful sight with no one to appreciate it.
Of course, aside from the alluring spring scenery, the marks of their lovemaking were also quite exaggerated.
“Mu… Ayato?”
Covering her chest, she went out.
The living room was also quiet.
With sharp eyes, the White-haired Hottie noticed Ayato’s uniform was gone.
“Did he go to school?”
Putting down the hand covering her soft chest, leaving even her most private areas exposed, the girl looked at herself in the mirror.
Her delicate, flawless skin had a pinkish hue, her cheeks were rosy, and she looked radiant.
She had the satisfied look of someone who had been well-fed.
“He just left me alone at home like this?” the White-haired Hottie muttered with a complex expression.
Putting on her clothes, she stared blankly at her reflection, thinking about how she had moaned and cooperated yesterday, all sorts of embarrassing positions replaying in her mind.
The shameful scenes were unbearable to recall, making her face hot.
But soon, she bit her lip in distress, her expression flickering, making it impossible to discern her inner thoughts.
She washed up and left the house——
“Good morning, Chi-chan~”
As usual, her old friend, Himemiya Makoto, patted her on the shoulder with her small hand, startling the White-haired Hottie who had just stepped into the classroom.
Her tense body shuddered, relaxing only when she saw it was her good friend.
“Good morning, Makoto-chan.”
Greeting her good friend, her eyes drifted towards Ayato’s seat.
Sure enough, he had come to school first.
He was currently Lying down on the desk, not sure what he was doing.
Probably resting?
“I didn’t see you in afternoon classes. Did something happen?”
“N-no, nothing…”
Chisato was still looking at Ayato because she noticed another girl was standing in front of him as he lie on the desk.
A beautiful silver-haired, red-eyed spicy girl.
It was their classmate, Kitakami Ai, who had spoken with him yesterday.
Kitakami Ai, who usually showed no interest in boys in class, why was she going to Ayato again?
What were they talking about?
Chisato pricked up her ears, wanting to listen, but found she couldn’t hear.
Instead, it was Makoto beside her——
“Chi-chan? Chi-chan?”
“Ah, I’m really fine. I just had something else come up and went home for a bit yesterday,” Chisato quickly waved her hands.
“Is that so? But you seem out of sorts these past two days, always absent-minded,” Himemiya Makoto said, waving her hand in front of her friend’s face.
The White-haired Hottie grabbed her wrist, giving an awkward laugh.
“Really? You must be seeing things.”
“I’m definitely not seeing things. And… I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but I feel like you, Chisato, have been paying a lot of attention to Ayato, often looking at him. Right?”
Whoosh.
Chisato’s cheeks flushed red.
She hadn’t expected her friend to be so sharp.
She quickly shook her head, shaking it hard.
“No, you’re definitely mistaken!”
Returning to her own seat, she sat up straight, not daring to look towards Ayato’s direction anymore.
However—the faint sounds of conversation coming from over there still bothered her.
While dealing with Himemiya Makoto, she also pricked up her ears.
[?:8]
“I feel like my body has been squeezed dry, not a drop left,” Ayato lie in the crook of his arm, seemingly resting, but in reality…
he really was resting.
But he was also checking his status window.
Eight hearts, meaning he came a total of eight times yesterday.
It doesn’t sound that exaggerated.
After all, they say’seven times in one night’.
Eight is just one more.
But only after experiencing it did he know—eight times…
this is truly deadly!
His attributes couldn’t be considered high.
10 points of physique was just equivalent to a normal adult male’s level.
After being overdrawn the day before yesterday and only resting for one short day, he went another eight rounds.
How to put it?
He was prioritizing pleasure over life.
But there was no helping it.
Should he use these red hearts to increase attributes or learn skills?
“With my current attributes, three to four times a day shouldn’t affect my health. Pushing it to five or six times is possible too. A little physical overdraft doesn’t matter. It’s all for strength.”
Saving up to 20 red hearts would be quick.
Ayato felt he should wait.
The [Meditation] skill was good.
He should save up?.
“Hey, Ayato!”
Lifting his head from his arm, he saw Kitakami Ai standing before him, arms crossed, looking down at him with a Looking down attitude.
“You actually ran off after lunch break yesterday? Do you know I was looking for you all day yesterday?”
“Looking for me?”
Ayato replied listlessly, not even wanting to lift his head.
“What does the Spicy Girl want with me?”
“You—”
Kitakami Ai’s face flushed red.
She scrutinized him for a while, eyebrows furrowed, then stammered a bit, blushing.
“I, yesterday, that… come out and talk!”
The topic of her body’s strange reaction yesterday wasn’t something to discuss with him in the classroom.
“Why go out? Can’t we talk here?”
“You’re so annoying! I said come out, so come out!” How could a spicy girl be that gentle, especially a usually arrogant White-haired Hottie like Kitakami Ai?
“Not going,” Ayato said.
Can’t you see I’m exhausted?
He couldn’t be bothered to move.
His gaze wandered over Kitakami Ai’s delicate body a couple more times.
Normally, teasing her a bit would be fine, but not today.
Today, he was already squeezed dry.
“You, you jerk!”
The spicy girl was furious, her volume rising considerably.
She reached out to grab Ayato.
“So arrogant! Hurry up and come with me… Huh?”
Thump!
She pinned Ayato against the wall.
What’s going on?
My body, my body is out of control again!
It feels just like yesterday!
Even though I’m physically weak, it doesn’t mean I can’t control you.
Ayato chuckled inwardly, but on the surface, he put on a surprised expression.
“Kitakami-san, what do you want?”
“To teach you a lesson! Who told you to treat me so badly!”
She was breathing heavily, her face flushed, but her body remained frozen, unable to move as she wished.
Not only could she not control her body, but the words she spoke were also wrong.
And, that scorching flame from yesterday… it appeared again!
No matter how turbulent Kitakami Ai’s heart was, in the eyes of others, it just looked like this spicy girl was straddling Ayato’s lap, reaching out to hook his chin, her cheeks flushed, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
The classroom was silent, everyone was stunned.
“No way, could it be that Kitakami Student and Ayato are in that kind of relationship?” Himemiya Makoto had barely finished speaking when she suddenly noticed the abnormality of her good friend, Chisato; she was frowning.