She was indeed soft, just the right size to fit in his palm.
He kneaded slowly, savoring the unique tenderness of a young girl hidden beneath her clothes—a sensation hard to forget.
Kaoru lifted her horizontally into his arms, settling her on his lap.
He admired her blushing face while relishing the distinctive feel in his hand.
After a short while, Tachibana Akane began to pant, her body shifting unconsciously as if rubbing against him, seemingly craving more.
Kaoru wrapped an arm around her slender waist, his palm resting on her shorts, which tightly hugged her pert bottom.
From time to time, his hand strayed to her pale, plump thighs.
The smooth skin there also possessed the delicate texture unique to a young girl.
It seemed to stimulate her; even her small bottom tensed, pressing between his thighs, brushing against his body with subtle friction.
Her hands clutched the fabric of his shirt, and her slightly parted lips exhaled warm breaths.
A soft, sticky sound escaped her nose.
A young girl's body is always sensitive.
Even without experience, certain stimuli can trigger instinctive reactions, leaving her confused and tense, unable to think clearly.
Yet Kaoru didn't let up.
He lowered his head, nuzzling her neck as if inhaling her scent.
Unlike Sakayanagi Arisu's milky fragrance or Ichinose Honami's citrus notes, Tachibana Akane carried an alluring aroma mixed with the sweetness of shower gel—a hint of sugary temptation.
"W-wait… what are you licking…? Stop… don't do that…" Tachibana Akane's voice came in broken gasps as she pushed against Kaoru's chest with increasing force, trying to make him ease up.
"Ju-just as Honami said... you're too perverted."
"Just because I like your scent, that makes me a pervert?"
Seeing her reaction, Kaoru didn't force things but instead whispered by her ear, "Can I slip my hand under? Over the clothes just doesn't feel right."
At the mention of "feel," Tachibana's earlobes flushed crimson.
In all her years, this was the first time someone had used such a word about her.
And in this situation, it was far too stimulating for a young girl.
"I-I warned you... I don't have their figures..." Tachibana murmured softly, "If you dare show disappointment, I'll bite you to death."
The threat was fierce, but Mitoma paid it no mind.
After all, when someone was being this forward, only a fool would refuse.
So Kaoru slid his hand beneath her hem, gliding past her waist until he reached her soft little stomach.
"A-ah..."
Tachibana suddenly reacted intensely, her body trembling—not in resistance to his movements, but from flustered surprise.
The sensation of his fingertips playing lightly sent inexplicable shivers through her, like electric currents, drawing puppy-like whimpers from her throat.
Kaoru wasn't devoted to any particular preference—regardless of size, he never discriminated.
Though this senior wasn't as endowed as Ichinose Honami, the feel was wonderfully pleasant, smooth as milk yet springy like jelly without being sticky.
With the slightest touch, its resilience stubbornly resisted the pressure.
Interestingly, just like Karuizawa Kei, she fit perfectly in his palm—neither too much nor too little, allowing him to fully appreciate the pliable softness filling his hand, its shape shifting with his movements.
Perhaps youth's body harbored considerable desire.
Through her shorts, her perky bottom pressed against Kaoru's thigh while his hand reveled in her delicate smoothness, gradually stirring a rising impulse.
At first, Tachibana didn't notice anything amiss, but she wasn't completely naive either.
She soon sensed something bothering her.
"You're... reacting to me."
Tachibana lowered her blushing face, feeling embarrassed.
"Holding such a cute senior, of course I'd react—especially when she's being so generous."
Kaoru wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
For some reason, this felt even more intense than with Kamuro, which struck him as odd.
"Be-because everyone says you're lewd, and you hadn't done anything bad to me... I was really worried."
Tachibana seemed to sigh in relief. "If you weren't interested in me, I wouldn't know what to do."
"Did Honami tell you that too?"
Kaoru asked, "You two seem close. Why not play together?"
Tachibana reacted strongly: "No way! I'd never join your sound party!"
The corner of Kaoru's mouth twitched.
That wasn't what he meant—why did everyone assume he was always thinking about sound parties?
"A-anyway, I won't fulfill that request."
Realizing she'd overreacted, Tachibana stammered for a moment before adding, "But... if it's just like this now..."
After waiting for a long time without hearing her continue, Kaoru couldn't help but laugh.
"What's wrong with things as they are now?"
Tachibana Akane puffed out her cheeks and muttered "mean," though her eyes were already shimmering with moisture, the peach-colored blush spreading across her cheeks.
"You being like this will make me lose control of what I might do tonight."
Kaoru restrained the urges coursing through his body.
Tachibana Akane seemed to be angry as she suddenly bit his shoulder.
Though it didn't hurt, Kaoru was momentarily stunned.
"I've already accepted your proposal. Even if you do strange things to me, do you really think I would get angry?"
Tachibana Akane glared at him with puffed cheeks, yet the girl wrapped her arms around his neck and gently licked the spot she had just bitten.
"If you don't hurry, I'll graduate soon, you dummy."
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Since there were classes the next day, Kaoru specifically set an alarm for 5 a.m., thinking he could sneak back to the first-year dormitory unnoticed.
However, he forgot about Tachibana Akane sleeping beside him.
Hearing the alarm, Tachibana Akane also groggily opened her eyes and nearly jumped in fright upon seeing a man next to her.
When she realized it was Kaoru, her expression stiffened, as if recalling the events of the previous night.
"I'm such a shameless woman, hiks..."
Tachibana Akane seemed utterly ashamed of her initiative last night, even beginning to wallow in self-pity.
"Ahem, thank you for your hospitality, Senpai."
Kaoru controlled his gaze—the girl was only covered by a blanket, her exposed skin pale and smooth.
"Does it still hurt?"
No matter what, he was at fault.
Knowing it was her first time, he had disregarded her physical condition and gone five rounds.
"Hurt? Besides being a little scared the first time, it didn't hurt afterward... Wait, what am I saying? I'm such a shameless woman, wuwuwu!"
It seemed her body wasn't the least bit uncomfortable; on the contrary, she was full of energy, crying loudly while clutching her head on the bed.
He had thought she might not be able to get out of bed, but now it looked like she could attend classes normally today.
Kaoru's expression gradually turned peculiar. His thoughts from last night seemed correct—this young senpai might be more suited to be the Chalice than Horikita Suzune.
"Senpai, want to exercise a bit?"
Soon, the girl covered her flushed face with her hands. Kaoru pried her fingers apart, forcing her to witness how she was being bullied.
"Ah... It'll... It'll break... I... I want it from behind..."
"No, I want to see Senpai's face."
"Don't... Don't look, it's so embarrassing! She said you'd let girls keep their clothes on!"
"Keeping clothes on would be even more perverted, dummy. I'll teach Kikyo a lesson later for feeding you all the wrong ideas."
Though Tachibana Akane tried to resist, it was only out of shame.
She offered no real opposition to his "exercise" and even cooperated quite willingly.
Thus, around 5 a.m., intermittent whimpers and strange, wet slapping sounds emanated from Tachibana Akane's room.
Since it was early morning, no one heard these odd noises.