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As the last bell echoed through the classroom, signaling the end of the day's final lesson, Kiyotaka stretched subtly, preparing to gather his belongings. Around him, classmates broke into casual chatter, some packing their bags quickly to head home while others lingered in relaxed conversation.
"Ayanokouji-kun," came a soft voice to his right.
He glanced over to see Horikita Suzune already standing beside his desk, her posture straight, eyes characteristically aloof, but tinged with quiet determination.
"Horikita," he replied calmly. "Need something?"
She inclined her head slightly, voice pitched low so only he could hear. "Yes, actually. I'd like to speak to you privately during lunch."
Kiyotaka instantly understood the implication. Horikita was likely referring to their recent discussion in Chabashira-sensei's office regarding Class D's future. Still, he maintained his usual neutral expression as he responded, "I assume this concerns our earlier talk?"
"Precisely," Horikita confirmed, her dark eyes flickering subtly with approval at his quick perception. "It's essential we start planning our next move immediately. We can't afford any delays."
"I understand," Kiyotaka said simply. "Lead the way."
He stood, shouldering his bag smoothly. Their quiet exchange drew minimal attention, though one particular pair of amber eyes briefly narrowed in displeasure at the sight of them walking together. Kushida Kikyou watched with hidden disdain, a fleeting shadow darkening her typically sunny face before she masked it behind a friendly smile, seamlessly returning to her conversation with Wang Mei-Yu and Inogashira Kokoro.
As Kiyotaka and Horikita left the classroom together, Kiyotaka broke the silence first.
"Any place in mind?"
Horikita nodded coolly, eyes fixed forward as they walked. "There's a small café I discovered recently. It's quiet, offers decent food, and most importantly, doesn't attract much of a crowd."
"Sounds like your kind of place."
"Precisely," she agreed without hesitation.
They continued in silence for several minutes until they reached the unassuming café tucked neatly into the corner of a quiet street. The atmosphere inside was tranquil, filled only with the quiet murmurs of a few scattered patrons. They settled into a secluded booth near the far corner, away from curious eyes.
After placing their orders, Horikita wasted no time. Leaning forward slightly, her voice took on a businesslike edge. "Regarding our class—after Chabashira-sensei's revelations, there's an urgent need for change. Ever since she warned us, our classmates have begun to behave somewhat better. However, it's still far from enough."
"True," Kiyotaka replied mildly. "A few superficial improvements don't guarantee long-term results."
She nodded briskly. "Exactly. The immediate priority is raising everyone's scores for the upcoming midterms. Hirata-kun's idea of organizing study groups is promising, but—" she hesitated slightly, irritation subtly creasing her brow.
"You're worried about Sudou and the others?" he finished for her.
Horikita released a quiet sigh, looking displeased. "I won't deny it. Hirata-kun's group is effective for those already willing to learn, but Sudou-kun, Ike-kun, and Yamauchi-kun refused to join. They're precisely the type of students likely to drag the class down further."
"Not surprising," Kiyotaka remarked with calm resignation. "They don't exactly get along with Hirata."
Horikita made a faintly disgusted expression. "That much is obvious. But regardless, their stubbornness will be problematic. They risk not only failing but also hindering the class."
"Then why not hold a separate study session specifically for them? You could teach them." Kiyotaka suggested, expression unreadable.
She stared at him, momentarily stunned by the suggestion before immediately recoiling in disgust. "Spend my free time tutoring Sudo-kun, Ike-kun and Yamauchi-kun? Absolutely not. The thought alone makes my head hurt."
Kiyotaka sighed softly, expecting her reaction. "If that's how you feel, then leave it to me. I'll handle Sudou personally and manage Ike and Yamauchi somehow. But you'll need to support and help contribute to the class somehow, perhaps assisting the more manageable students who require your guidance would be acceptable?"
He could only hope that wasn't too much to ask.
Though considering that he was speaking to the prideful ice queen of the class, who knows really whether he overstepped or not.
One could only pray for the best at the end of the day.
Horikita's expression softened marginally at his suggestion. Clearly, his proposal suited her sensibilities far better.
"I can accept that," she conceded, nodding slowly. "If you truly believe you can manage the troublemakers, I'll direct my efforts elsewhere."
Their meals arrived as their conversation paused momentarily, filling the table with the gentle aroma of fresh sandwiches and steaming tea. The two began eating quietly, yet Horikita's sharp gaze never strayed far from him.
After several quiet bites, she broke the silence once more, her voice slightly softer now, curiosity barely masked beneath her usual cold demeanor.
"Your entrance exam scores—the perfect 50s," she began slowly. "Why exactly did you do it? It's clearly deliberate. Even someone attempting to be average wouldn't achieve scores so precisely mediocre."
Kiyotaka took another careful sip of his tea, considering how to phrase his explanation.
"I had no desire to attract unnecessary attention," he replied simply, setting his cup down gently before admitting. "Though, I might have miscalculated slightly. Common sense can elude me at times."
Horikita, unexpectedly, snorted softly, amusement briefly flickering across her usually expressionless face. "For someone so perceptive, your idea of subtlety is somewhat questionable."
He offered a small shrug, accepting her remark with silent acknowledgment.
Her gaze hardened again, focused intently upon him. "If we're serious about reaching Class A, it would benefit us greatly if you revealed your true abilities. Imagine how efficiently the class could operate with your skills openly available."
"No," Kiyotaka immediately replied, shaking his head calmly.
Horikita blinked, momentarily stunned by his flat refusal. Her voice turned sharper, colder. "What do you mean, 'no'? Explain yourself."
Kiyotaka met her glare evenly. "Think carefully. Right now, Class D is underestimated by the other classes. They see us as disorganized and weak, without competent leadership. Classes A through C have distinct leaders who openly guide their classmates, making them easy to identify, study, and counteract."
Though he was speaking theoretically.
Having chosen to live life idly, Kiyotaka had no idea what the situation was like for each of the class.
In the end he could only speculate based on reasoning and from what little gossip he had heard.
Such as the gossip about class C being a jungle and how it was pretty much a fighting tournament for the past month before some guy finally won and had become the tyrant of the class.
Or of the famed Ichinose Honami who was known to be the school's angel and a very kind personality, the very same one who accidently groped his balls a good while ago.
And while he had no idea of what the situation was like for Class A, most likely it was being led by that woman he had seen recently while looking for Sudo.
Sakayanagi Arisu. The woman who he had seen the underskirt of as he headed to the roof.
Though he had no proof of her leading the class, it was just intuition that she was.
He leaned forward slightly, tone growing quietly intense. "Class D's perceived weakness grants us an unexpected advantage. Operating discreetly allows me—and you—to maneuver effectively without scrutiny. If I openly demonstrated my capabilities, our class would immediately be identified as a threat, and other classes would adjust accordingly. That would only hinder our ability to strategize effectively."
Horikita stared silently for several moments, absorbing his words. Gradually, comprehension dawned on her face, her irritation giving way to reluctant respect.
"I see," she finally admitted quietly. "Your reasoning makes sense. Keeping a low profile, at least for now, does benefit us strategically."
Kiyotaka relaxed slightly, satisfied she'd grasped his point. "Glad you agree,"
Determination returned to her expression. "In that case, we should revisit this topic periodically. Eventually, your abilities will need to come to light. But until then, we'll continue working covertly." She then straightened herself in the seat, voice firm with resolve. "The two of us together will raise Class D to Class A. Whatever the cost."
Kiyotaka studied her thoughtfully, silently acknowledging her resolve. He was admittedly curious about Horikita's intense drive to reach Class A. But chose not to question her motives directly yet. Instead, he simply nodded in quiet agreement.
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Many days had passed quietly after that, each day blending seamlessly into the next. Time slipped by unnoticed, and soon enough, only a week remained before Class 1-D's crucial midterm exams. Thus far, the situation had only partially improved.
Immediately after their café discussion, Kiyotaka had successfully convinced Sudo Ken to sacrifice some basketball practice time in exchange for academic tutoring. Initially, his hotheaded friend had balked at the idea, clearly unhappy about reducing his training hours, but Kiyotaka had stood firm.
Eventually, with persistent reasoning and a few subtle reminders of the consequences, Sudo had reluctantly relented, grumbling but accepting.
Throughout the past week, Kiyotaka tirelessly guided Ken through study sessions each evening.
It quickly became evident that his athletic friend had fallen dangerously behind in several subjects—so far behind that, had Kiyotaka's focus been split amongst multiple students, he might not have successfully caught Sudo up to speed. Thankfully, the intensive one-on-one sessions paid off. Gradually, the red-haired delinquent absorbed the material, eventually grasping concepts he'd initially dismissed as impossible.
Now, Ken was in a stable position academically, though he still needed daily reinforcement.
However, despite this minor victory, a significant issue remained. No matter how persistently Kiyotaka had tried to persuade Ike and Yamauchi to join their study sessions, both remained stubbornly resistant. Even when Sudo himself attempted to intimidate them into cooperating—threatening both friends in his usual, forceful manner—they stood resolute in their refusal.
Ike and Yamauchi remained carefree, dismissing the severity of their academic situation, more interested in frivolous distractions and pointless games than any looming tests. They were undeniably relaxed, overly so, unconcerned with consequences. Their lackadaisical attitudes posed a genuine risk, and Kiyotaka couldn't help but ponder how he might rectify this troublesome predicament.
It was dedication to live life as they wanted.
And normally, Kiyotaka would have actually respected their drive to live how they wanted.
Except for the fact that their actions would impact everyone else
Seated quietly at his desk now, chin resting in his palm as he listened to the ongoing lecture, Kiyotaka's thoughts wandered restlessly through potential solutions. None had presented themselves as viable options—yet.
"...thus, the Sengoku period clearly demonstrates how fragile alliances between daimyo could collapse rapidly into bloody conflict—"
The lecture droned gently in the background, Chabashira-sensei's elegant yet slightly irritated voice drifting lazily through the classroom. Most of the boys, led initially by Hondo and quickly followed by the rest, had recently dubbed her "Sae-chan-sensei," a playful nickname their teacher inwardly despised.
Kiyotaka found it quietly amusing, though his face betrayed none of that subtle humor. Still, it was entertaining to watch the restrained annoyance subtly crossing Chabashira's normally unflappable expression whenever she heard the nickname whispered softly by her students.
He suppressed a faint smile, gaze absently drifting toward her as she stood writing upon the chalkboard. The brief amusement quickly faded, replaced instead by something far less innocent.
From his position toward the back, Kiyotaka was granted an unobstructed view of Chabashira-sensei's figure. Today, the alluring instructor wore a tight-fitting black skirt that clung lewdly to her generous hips, the fabric stretched tautly across her obscenely plump, round ass.
But more arousing than her fat butt was those thighs.
Sae's massive, pantyhose-clad thighs. They were hypnotic, the fabric straining audibly as her curves struggled against confinement. Her plush thighs pressed firmly together, the stockings hugging their supple fullness like a second skin.
Understandably, Kiyotaka found himself utterly transfixed, his normally disciplined eyes shamelessly drinking in every mesmerizing inch of Chabashira-sensei's ripe curves. The way her stockings squeezed around those thick thunder thighs made it impossible to look away, igniting indecent thoughts that crept slowly into the back of his mind.
He swallowed quietly, startled by how deeply captivated he had become, until a sudden realization struck him forcefully.
Of course—that was it.
The lewd distraction dissolved instantly as inspiration crystallized clearly.
Ike and Yamauchi—those two simple-minded fools would jump at the mere presence of a pretty girl. If an attractive female student joined his study sessions with Sudo, Ike and Yamauchi's stubborn resistance would instantly crumble. It wasn't an elegant solution, but it would undeniably work.
But who among their classmates would willingly spend time studying with an infamous loner like himself, a hot-headed delinquent like Sudo, and the two moronic monkeys that are named Ike and Yamauchi?
Almost immediately, Kiyotaka's gaze settled naturally upon Kushida Kikyou, seated gracefully near the center.
Perfect, he thought, pleased at how seamlessly the pieces had fallen into place. Kushida was ideal: friendly, attractive, universally popular. If anyone could persuade Ike and Yamauchi, it was undoubtedly her.
Satisfied with the sudden clarity, Kiyotaka relaxed slightly, patiently waiting for the perfect moment to approach his target.
The rest of the lesson passed without incident, Sae-chan-sensei concluding her lecture promptly. As soon as class was dismissed, Kiyotaka waited a bit then rose smoothly and walked to her just as she had gotten up and finished packing her belongings.
"Kikyou," he called softly, his calm voice barely audible amidst the scattered voices of a few departing students.
Her response was instantaneous—her face lighting up brightly at the sound of his voice.
Before he could react, Kushida quickly closed the gap between them, throwing her arms around him warmly, her ample breasts pressing firmly into his chest. The unexpected intimacy sent a startled jolt through Kiyotaka, though he quickly suppressed it, maintaining his usual composure.
"Kiyotaka-kun!" Kushida greeted cheerfully, smiling up at him warmly, her eyes sparkling with genuine-seeming affection. "What's up?"
"I have a small favor to ask," he began smoothly, pulling gently back from her embrace, though her hands remained lightly upon his forearms.
Her eyes if possible, became larger and more innocent, like two beautiful crimson pools of vulnerability, added together with her stunning heart-shaped face and those moist and plump pink lips, the charming beige hair that framed her face…
Doki Doki!!
Even Kiyotaka felt his heart skip a beat as he gazed at the angelically beautiful Kikyou, yet just as he was about to explain…
"Kushida-chan, no!" Ike suddenly cried, dramatically clutching at his heart as though physically wounded. "My angel! You traitor, Ayanokouji!"
Hondo joined Ike, theatrically pointing a trembling finger toward him. "I called dibs first! You gloomy thief! You've broken the sacred pact!"
Nearby, Yamauchi merely stood frozen, face pale, eyes wide with a potent mix of jealousy, envy, and barely restrained rage. His mouth opened and closed silently, too stunned by the betrayal to form proper words.
"Ignore them," Kushida murmured sweetly, though inwardly she found it increasingly challenging to suppress the wave of disgust for Ike and Hondo's dramatic outbursts. Still, she maintained her flawless, angelic facade, smiling warmly up at Kiyotaka. "You said you had a favor? Let's walk and talk."
As they exited the classroom together, ignoring the baffled, anguished looks from their classmates, Kiyotaka began explaining the situation .
"The thing is, I've been tutoring Sudo for about a week now," he said calmly as they navigated the crowded hallway slowly, enjoying their slow walk. "He's catching up fairly well. However, the real trouble is with Ike and Yamauchi. No matter what I do, they refuse to join the study group."
Kushida tilted her head thoughtfully, maintaining the charade of attentive, earnest care. "Even Sudo-kun couldn't convince them?"
"Not even after threatening to punch them into the ground," Kiyotaka confirmed blandly. "They're completely resistant to reason. But..." he paused briefly, glancing toward her. "I thought, maybe, they'd be more receptive if you joined us."
She brightened immediately, eyes sparkling. "Oh, of course! I'd hate to see any of my friends get expelled. I'd feel awful if that happened! I'll do my best to help!"
"You can count on me Kiyotaka-Kun! I won't let you down." Kikyou added, a determined aura enshrouding her, looking both cute and precious yet dependable.
…
A moment of genuine admiration briefly overtook Kiyotaka. "You really are amazing, Kikyou," he admitted with quiet sincerity.
Ehhh!?
A sudden, startled blush immediately colored Kikyou's cheeks. Momentarily losing her practiced composure, she stammered shyly, "W-what...? What makes you say that?"
"I admire your determination," Kiyotaka replied smoothly, maintaining his neutral expression despite the sincerity of his words. "You always find time for others, balancing countless friendships, helping everyone, while also staying diligent and succeeding academically. That's impressive. You're impressive."
Matsuo would certainly find her respect-worthy.
Of that, the masterpiece of the white room had no doubt
Recovering, she offered a bright, radiant smile. "Thank you, Kiyotaka-kun. That means a lot!"
With that settled, they smoothly transitioned to discussing logistics. "When and where do you think we should hold these sessions?" she asked.
"Hmm... the library seems best. It's quiet, and I think the environment might help Ike and Yamauchi-kun stay focused."
"That's a good idea!" she chirped.
The two continued conversing, exchanging thoughts on certain subjects.
After that, they simply conversed normally, talking about day to day stuff.
Unknown to the two of them, a minute earlier, back in Class 1-D, Yamauchi had finally broken out of his shock. His chair screeched against the floor as he stood, fury burning through his veins. "Stealing Kushida-chan… that gloomy bastard's dead," he muttered, storming out of the room and practically running across the halls in search of them.
A turn here, a turn there, eventually he spotted them ahead in the hallway, walking side by side.
And when he saw Kushida giggle at something Kiyotaka said, the image seared itself into his mind like a personal insult. His fists clenched as his pace quickened
Which led to now.
From the corner of his eyes, Kiyotaka noticed Yamauchi's frantic approach.
Stopping abruptly, he turned slightly to gauge the threat. Kushida, confused by his sudden halt, turned toward him—but the abrupt movement tangled her feet slightly against the heel of her shoe, making her stumble backward.
Instinctively, her delicate hands shot forward, gripping desperately onto the back of Kiyotaka's shirt for balance. Surprised, Kiyotaka shifted his weight forward to stabilize himself, but his foot slipped slightly on the smooth hallway tiles, propelling him toward Kushida. His eyes instantly registered the danger—the wall rapidly approaching behind her head.
His reflexes surged immediately, hand moving swiftly behind her to cradle the back of her head protectively, ensuring it didn't slam painfully against the hard surface.
At the same moment, he deliberately angled his body forward, pressing into her soft, feminine curves, cushioning her from falling onto the unforgiving floor.
Yet, as their bodies collided, an unexpected sensation overwhelmed him.
"Mhmm...!"
…
The hallway turned deathly silent.
A heavy, stunned quietness settled as though someone had pressed pause on reality itself. Eyes widened, mouths fell slack, and an intense atmosphere of disbelief flooded the corridor.
Shinohara, who had been walking next to Mori, gaped openly, unable to even murmur words. Mori wasn't any better unfortunately.
It wasn't just them, as two members part of the main Gyaru gang, it was natural to see the core three members around next to them.
Karuizawa, Maya, and Chiaki, who'd been innocently chatting nearby and were just slightly ahead of Shinohara and Mori, had paused and now stared with wide-eyed disbelief.
Each had their own innocent reaction despite being women at the age of nineteen or twenty years old, with Kei blushing furiously, her entire face and ears lighting up like a crimson lantern, while Chiaki's hands flew to cover her mouth, a shocked gasp slipping between her elegant fingers.
And then you had Maya…"O-oh my god," Maya gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes bulging as she took in every scandalous detail of the unexpected embrace.
The women of year one class D were utterly baffled by the event they were witnessing, as were the many men and women from the ranging classes of class D to class A.
Yet no one was as devastated as Yamauchi, whose steps had frozen in place, his heart shattering into countless tiny pieces, his expression one of utter despair and heartbreak.
Because there, pressed intimately against the wall, were Kiyotaka and Kushida, locked deeply into an incredibly deep, lewd, open-mouthed kiss.
Due to the abrupt stumble, Kushida's back was pressed tightly against the hallway wall, her head securely cushioned and protected by Kiyotaka's hand—an action that, to observers, appeared smooth and deliberate, the epitome of a confident playboy maneuver.
Her luscious, buxom front pressed firmly into Kiyotaka's body, the soft plushness of her huge breasts molding intimately against his chest. Her petite hands clung desperately to the back of his shirt, pulling him in even closer as Kikyou's moist, plump pink lips molded seamlessly against Kiyotaka's own, creating a perfect image of lovers passionately embracing.
To the outward observer, it looked like Kushida Kikyou was desperately into the kiss and unwilling to let Ayanokouji go as she was gripping his back for dear life while he leaned on her.
It was the kind of image that would forever cast heavy doubt into Kushida's future proclamation that it was an accident, assuming that in the future she would make such a proclamation.
Of course it didn't help even seconds after banging into the wall, that they were still kissing, or that Kiyotaka's other hand had, somehow, found its way to the side of Kushida's wide, seductively thick hip, fingers sinking into the soft, yielding doughiness of her huge hip.
Reflexively, he gave that thicc clothed hip a stronger squeeze and Kushida moaned softly as a result, instinct taking complete control as she puckered eagerly, kissing him deeper still, her eyes fluttering shut, cheeks flushed a lovely pink, breath hitching as she then released another muffled lust-induced moan into his mouth.
The accidental intimacy overwhelmed her senses, and for those intoxicatingly brief seconds, she gave in completely to primal yearning.
Even Kiyotaka, usually so composed, felt his resolve slipping away under the sensuality of their unplanned embrace.
His eyes fluttered closed, reason abandoning him entirely as he yielded to impulse, kissing her back just as deeply, savoring the intoxicating warmth of her lips and the desperate passion radiating from her trembling body.
It took a long, excruciatingly intense moment of sheer desire before Kiyotaka finally snapped back to reality. His eyes widened slightly, realization slamming into him like a freight train. He pulled back abruptly, breaking their heated embrace with a sharp gasp, his breathing suddenly erratic.
Kushida was even more deeply affected, eyes unfocused and glazed with intoxication and confused desire. She stared blankly at Kiyotaka, chest rising and falling rapidly, her flushed face betraying the depths of how profoundly the kiss had shaken her.
Her legs trembled like jelly beneath her, utterly robbed of strength by the passionate kiss they'd just shared and it was only because she leaned heavily on the wall that she didn't fall straight to the ground as that kiss melted her ability to stand properly.
And recognizing her predicament immediately, along with the fact that they were watched by a massive audience, Kiyotaka moved swiftly.
Without hesitation, he scooped Kushida up in his arms, holding her securely bridal style, and pivoted away from the sea of shocked and scandalized faces.
Then he ran.
And that snapped everyone out of their shock.
Behind him, the corridor erupted into absolute chaos. Boys from multiple classes began screaming and howling with exaggerated agony, their cries echoing dramatically down the hallway.
"NOOOOOO! Our angel!!" wailed one student from class 1-C.
"WHO IS THE BASTARD THAT STOLE KUSHIDA-CHAN'S PURITY!!!?"
"DAMN IT, KUSHIDA WAS SO PURE, HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN!!??" A student from class A yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Why him!? Why that gloomy loser!?"
"Curse you, Ayanokouji! I'll never forgive this!"
Whether one was from class D or class B, A or C, it didn't matter, almost all of the first year male population were in utter agony over this development.,
And Yamauchi…
Yamauchi's heart-wrenching wail rose loudest of all, falling to his knees dramatically, tears streaming comically down his cheeks. "Kushida-chan... WHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!??????"
Several nearby girls visibly grimaced, disgusted by the melodramatic spectacle their male classmates were making.
"Ugh, that's just gross," Mori muttered, shaking her head disdainfully.
Manabe from class C grew irritated with all the yelling. "UGHHH! YOU ALL ARE SUCH LOSERS!? GET A FUCKING LIFE ALREADY!"
That comment naturally started a war between the male and female population.
Only, Kiyotaka and Kikyou wouldn't know about it, not later into the day anyway.
And those two were already far away.
Far away from the rapidly growing chaos, Kiyotaka sprinted quickly, navigating the hallways until they reached a quieter corridor. Kushida, fully regaining awareness, suddenly blushed furiously as embarrassment consumed her, cutely burying her face deep into Kiyotaka's chest to hide her humiliation.
Yet beneath her adorable facade, Kushida's internal thoughts surged like an unstoppable storm.
'I hate you. I hate you! I hate you so much!!! DIEEEEE!!!!' she mentally screamed, her mind consumed by a vicious, volcanic rage. 'How dare you! How dare you steal my first kiss in front of everyone! Do you have any idea what you've just done to me?!'
Her internal tirade spiraled further as she bitterly considered the consequences.
'Do you even realize what you've cost me? Everyone's going to look at me differently now! My reputation as everyone's friend is ruined. They'll either label me as an easy slut who kisses random guys in the hallway or they'll assume I'm your girlfriend, and I'll be completely isolated. My friendships, my connections—they'll all crumble into dust because of your stupid, idiotic, gloomy existence!'
Her nails unconsciously gripped his shirt tighter, frustration boiling over internally as she seethed silently against his chest.
Kiyotaka, oblivious to her thoughts, finally slowed down, breathing heavily. He paused in a secluded alcove, carefully setting Kushida back onto her shaky feet, his face carefully neutral despite the lingering awkwardness. He steadied her gently, eyes filled with cautious concern.
"Are you alright, Kikyou?" he asked quietly, voice surprisingly gentle.
Kushida's head snapped upward, her innocent crimson eyes locking onto his calm, golden gaze. Her lips parted slightly, words momentarily dying on her tongue as conflicting emotions warred within her chest—rage and embarrassment entwined with an unwanted lingering warmth from their accidental intimacy.
"I—I..." she stammered, before abruptly looking down again, cheeks burning hotter. "Yes, I'm... fine."
The silence stretched between them, thick with unresolved tension. Kiyotaka sighed quietly, expression softening slightly as he stepped back, giving her space.
"I apologize," he murmured sincerely. "That wasn't intentional. I didn't mean for things to escalate like that."
She wanted to scream at him, slap him, anything to express the depth of her frustration. Instead, she forced a sweet, forgiving smile onto her lips, eyes betraying none of her fury.
"It's okay, Kiyotaka-kun," she lied smoothly, her voice angelically soft. "I know it was just an accident. And if anyone is to blame, it's me, I'm the one who pulled you into me."
Yet beneath her gentle smile, hidden behind her sweet, angelic mask, Kushida Kikyou raged even more.
Bad enough what happened with the bus, but now this too!?
Just thinking about it made Kushida want to slap and abuse the man in front of her silly.
Horikita Suzune? Who the fuck cares if that bitch from her high school was here? At this moment, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was the unadulterated focus of Kushida's Kikyou's life.
End.
HAHahahahahhaha! I hope you all liked the chapter.
Everytime I write a piece with Kushida in it, I can't help but laugh.
If I actually had to choose a sole pairing for this story, Kushida is the one for our man.
Now I do have a small bit of bad news, as you all know, I have several chapters in advance on my patreon, the thing is though, is that after this chapter, we won't see any more actual erotic accidents until chapter thirteen, (which is with Honami, if you're all curious to know).
we do have technically have one more with Hiyori in chapter nine, but I don't consider that an accident as it's more...of the glancing type (you'll understand what I mean once you all read the next chapter).
But the point is, we won't see the intense stuff again until we reach chapter 13 sadly.
Anyway, that's enough chit chat from me for today.
Take care lads.
Peace.