polygamy route

by powershadow90

u can read the title u know what this is about ;-;

COTE: Polygamy Route [18]
Exotic_Animator

Published: 2022
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Prologue- Who let the Tsundere in?

You can skip the prologue if you want.

WARNING: R18 lies ahead.

[AYANOKOJI POV]

During the summer, the school building was wrapped in silence as students of Advanced Nurturing High School spent their merry time on their vacation.

The heat must have set a fire within the life forms outside because the cicadas were producing a great chorus as they searched for a mate.

Most of the first years spent their time in their respective dorms completely exhausted from the cruise ship special exam.

In one such dorm, laid a lone brown-haired boy currently asleep.

[BEEP]

[BEEP]

The sound of the alarm worked in alerting the boy, though it wasn't the alarm that woke him up but rather the hot pressure he felt at his lower body.

As his eyes fluttered open and began to focus, he found 'Suzune Horikita' straddling him.

''Oh Ayanokōji, you're awake ?''

Horikita gave him an annoyed look while tilting her head slightly. Her long glossy black hair was flowing silkily from her shoulder until her chest.

The black hair flowed while perfectly avoiding the two mountains. Its luster looked beautiful on her white skin.

The two bulges of her breasts were covered with a black brassiere. However, the bra's shoulder straps weren't in their proper place. The bra was only barely hanging on her breasts.

What an extremely dangerous sight.

As he leaned back into his pillow, Horikita's breasts rushed into his eyes once more. Even though these breasts weren't big or small just the perfect size, the impact was doubled when he looked up to them from below like this.

Ayanokoji tried to move his gaze from her breasts to look toward her perfect face, however, her face and those breasts were a package deal so not looking would be an insult to God.

[BEEP]

[BEEP]

''If your goal was to wake me up it certainly worked.''

''H-huh? I wasn't trying to~...''

''In fact, I might have to refund my alarm clock and ask u to do this every day.''

He felt the girl sitting on his hip tense up. Her face turned to a shade of red though whether from anger or embarrassment Ayanokoji couldn't tell. He noticed that it was a familiar-looking room and just when he was about to ask where this was he felt the pleasant texture of his bed on his back.

[Mmmm...so I'm still in my dorm though I don't remember what happened last night]

[BEEP]

[BEEP]

However, Horikita angrily shook her head. Her hair shook together with her head's movement and her breasts were also jiggling. Her bra looked like it would fall anytime now. Ayanokoji was almost tempted to move his hand and do it himself.

''I am just following my end of the transaction, nothing more nothing less.''

Ayanokoji looked lost in her words for a second but then seem to recall what Horikita was referring to.

[Ah so she's talking about 'that']

''Horikita you do realizeour deal ended a week ago, you don't have to keep doing this.''

''I am doing this as an obligation of good faith in an act to not undermine our bargain...who knows when I might need your h-help again.''

''Really? Cause I'm under the impression that you like doing this to me.'' Ayanokoji couldn'thelp but humor her.

Horikita glared at him bewitchingly with moist eyes.

''S-sh-shut it! Keep your delusions and fantasies to yourself! j-just shut your mouth and enjoy me''

[BEEP]

[BEEP]

An astonishing softness pressed against Ayanokoji's right arm at the sound of the alarm. When he looked to his right he found out that he was completely shirtless wearing only a pair of jeans, and there was a strawberry-blonde-haired girl sleeping at his side while hugging his right arm.

''YAWN...so cranky this morning~~...mmmmmm...that's better~''

The girl shifted in his bed, got up and turned off the alarm, yawned once more before popping back in his arms hugging it even tighter. This girl who is sound asleep again isHonami Ichinose.

While she was a student in the same year as both Horikita and Ayanokoji, she possessed a terrifyingly sexy body with her astounding enormous breasts, large plump butts, and soft thighs. Her beauty was further enhanced by the black tank top she was wearing barely containing her breasts and the grey boy-cut panties. Such flesh that was already like a lethal weapon was pressed insistently on Ayanokoji.

He could see Horikita visibly sigh expressing her annoyance at the situation, though not surprised. She was already getting used to moments like this. Though Horikita couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Before Ayanokoji could say anything he felt an extremely smooth texture of cloth on hisabs. A black brassiere was placed on top of his abdomen. When he looked up, he found Horikita giving him a sharp gaze while both the palm of her hands were hiding the tips of her breasts.

''S-s-stop l-looking at me like that, I am not doing this for you, all of it is just so I can reach class A ''

''Uh-Huh''

Horikita's face was red, the blush reaching all the way to her ears. She slowly lowered herself by bending her back until her boobs pressed against Ayanokoji's broad chest. She tried her best not to start squirming when she felt the distinct hardness in Ayanokoji's crotch area.

''Hyah Ah Don't get used to this''

Ayanokoji watched as she traced her soft-delicate fingers along his chest and shoulders trying to get a feel of it. He could feel her hot breaths on his neck, and as she bought her mouth closer and closer to his, her heartbeat accelerated.

He laid his head back on the pillow and his eyes drifted off to one side while he waited for the kiss. Without really looking for anything, he saw the silhouette of a woman approaching.

''Huh?''

Horikita stopped right before their lips touched and looked at what Ayanokoji was distracted by. Chiaki Matsushita was walking towards them clad only in silk purple panties, a matching bra, and a shy but broad smile.

"Hey," she said.

Both their eyes went wide. Horikita froze up not knowing how to react.

''~Mmmmm~...'' While Ichinose was still fast asleep drooling in ayanokoji's arm , only God knows what she's dreaming about.

He very nearly sat up but Matsushita was there just in time to put a hand on his bare shoulder before he got up.

''Wow,''Matsushita blinked as she slid in close. Her voice was soft, looking at the intimate scene between Horikita and Ayanokoji. ''That's kinda hot . ''

''How'd you even get in here, actually don't answer that?'' Ayanokoji asked with a hint of concern. Telling a person not to do something makes them more inclined to do it.

[The last I checked I locked the doors, unless...]

''Relax all I had to do was give Ike 'Sakura's only fans' photos and he gave me your dorm key without batting an eye,'' Matsushita winked.

[I fucking knew it...that damn Hobbit]

Matsushita slid closer and kissed him, gently but with passion. Ayanokoji had at least learned when to shut up and kiss back. Horikita watched the scene unfold completely dumbfounded.

''Kiss, nmh, ah, hah, smack, nh''

Even when Ayanokoji's eyes opened, they did so with a bit of a flutter. He looked like he was about to say something, so Matsushita kissed him again. Her kisses became longer and hungrier until finally, she stuck her tongue in his. Her eyes stayed locked with his all the while. Their tongues were like two lovers tangling their legs together as they embraced in bed.

"Nh Suck Ah Nh, kiss I'm going to keep k-kissing you until you stop resisting Lick Slurp Suck," she grinned.

Ayanokoji glanced down at the woman between his legs. She was sitting upright now and had a poker face however her eyes burned with the intensity of a thousand suns.

She was pissed.

Very pissed.

"Ayanokoji it seems you can't help but fall victim to these compromising situations," Horikita said in a sarcastic tone.

Ayanokoji was sure she would bring out her trusty compass, however, Horikita did the unexpected...she bought her lips to his chest and started softly kissing it. She trailed her nails up and down his shoulders and back in light, arousing caresses. Her light pecks got more aggressive as she moved the kisses from his chest to his lower abdomen.

''Nhh Kiss Smack Lick Lick''

''Slurp Hoo Nhh Lick, oh''

The two girls continued to rain down kisses upon Ayanokoji.Sometimes the kiss was hard, sometimes soft, and sometimes deep.

He skillfully switched things up on Matsushita, so that she couldn't focus on anything else. The soft feeling of his tongue on hers, the strong flavor, and the sticky sound assaulting her eardrums all flowed through her body.

All the while Horikita started sticking her tongue out between kisses trailing her saliva in a circular motion across his lower abs. She was getting dangerously close to his hard cock.

Both girls had a euphoric expression and were breathing hard.

[DING DING]

Ayanokoji just received a text message from a certain someone, the girls were too immersed in their kisses to notice. Ayanokoji started checking his phone for the contents...

[Mmm...Fūka Kiryūin senpai...sigh...I wonder what she wants this time]

[I should probably go see her now...she did say ASAP]

As Ayanokoji was about to get up, he notices that Ichinose is finally awake giving him aprovocative smile as she looked at the alluring spectacle unfolding in front of her eyes. Matsushita has moved on from his lips and is now tracing kisses on his neck, while Horikita was starting to unzip his pants.

[On second thought maybe after 10 minutes ...yeah 10 minutes I'm sure she won't mind]

...

...

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[6 HOURS LATER]

In the streets of keyaki mall, a lone first year could be seen running towards an unknown destination, his right-hand holds onto a cup of 'Vanilla Latte' while sweat dripped from his forehead. It was none other than Ayanokoji himself.

Right after he completed his... Business in his dorm room he checked the time only to be bomb-blasted with the dire situation he was in. He took the fastest shower in his whole life while wearing the first thing that came into his vision, which happened to be a white polo shirt and black sweat-pants. He didn't even bother to fix his hair.

The 'Vanilla Latte' he was holding happened to be one ofKiryūin senpai's favorites, its whole purpose is to make sure things withKiryūin senpai don't blow out of proportion. If that doesn't work Ayanokoji is perfectly willing to sign a written contract to supplyKiryūin senpai with 'Vanilla Latte' every day until she graduates.

AS he reached therendezvous point he spottedKiryūin senpai leaning against a billboard looking bored. Even from this distance he couldn't help but admire her natural beauty-

Her crimson eyes and long platinum blonde hair came into view. She wore plain clothes—a black T-shirt that exposed her elegant shoulders and denim shorts. Senpai already has beautiful legs and the shorts worked in highlighting that wonderful feature. And, since her lower body is largely exposed, she picked a top that also exposes much of her upper body!

'perfectly balanced as all things should be'

The moment Kiryūin senpai saw him, she put her arm around his neck pulling him close, he could smell her distinct scent of lilac and gooseberries.

''Alright let's talk business,'' senpai said while bringing her phone to show him something, ''This right here is your next target.''

Kiryūin talked to him like she was hiring a hitman.Senpai's phone contained a picture of a senior he saw a bunch of times around campus ,the girl had a rough-looking waist-length chocolate-brown hair that is adorned by a hairpin in the shape of a sunflower on the right side along with two ordinary hair-clips on the same side and purple eyes.

[Not this shit again]

''By 'target' do you mea-''

''Yup you are going to seduce her'' Senpai exclaimed without hesitation and had a devilish smile planted on her face.

Ayanokoji looked annoyed, he was more than used to this side of his senpai, however, it's her relentlessness that tires him down. Ayanokoji put both his hands in his pockets before putting some distance between him and Kiryūin. He stared at her with a look of contempt, however that only seemed to further excite Kiryūin as her grin grew wider.

''Come now, are you really staring at your wonderful senpai with such cold eyes, mmmmm... alright fine... I promise this is the last time.''

''That's what you said the last 6 times!!''

''Aaaaannd now you have 6 new members in your harem, honestly, you should on your knees kissing my feet in gratitude, not act like 'Dwayne the rock Johnson stole your lunch money.''

''...''

OnceKiryūin sets her mind to something, there is no stopping her, it's a shame she never uses it to do something productive. It's almost amazing in fact.

''Oh just a heads up this target is not like the rest, she comes with an...unique complication,'' Kiryūin said while gazing at the billboard behind her with a rather diabolical smirk.

There was a poster containing the words ' Join the Student Council' along with the picture of a fair-skinned teenager with light blond hair and light blue eyes. As far as Ayanokoji knows that class 2A's Nagamu and next in line to be student council president.

Someone like him has nothing to do with Ayanokoji so he didn't think much about Kiryūin's odd behavior. He could tellKiryūin was keeping him in the dark about something, but he rather let things play out.

For now at least.

''I will start on the 'target' tomorrow,'' declared Ayanokoji as he waved Kiryūin goodbye, making his way back to the direction of his dorm.

With his back turned towards her, his nose suddenly become intoxicated with the scent of Lilac and Gooseberries.Kiryūin had both her arms clasped around his neck hugging him from behind. He could feel the soft sensations of her big breasts pressing against his upper back against the fabric of his shirt. Her hot breaths tingled his ears as she spoke-

''You know, I planted a hidden mike in your room.''

''...''

''I can still hear the girls moaning in my head.''

''...''

''But seriously though, six hours of non-stop fucking! you never cease to amaze me,'' remarkedKiryūin with bewilderment as her left arm trails down his chest with no particular destination.

She brought her lips closer to his ear to the point where it's basically touching, ''Honestly, you make me feel so hot and bothered.''

However contrary toKiryūin revelations, Ayanokoji was perfectly calm, not even blushing at her actions.

He just knows what kind of lady Kiryuin is, and it's a really bothersome type. Despite Kiryuin's outlandish conduct, she always looks out for him in her own way. She was one of the few people he could call a 'friend.' That's the only reason he allows her ridiculous actions to continue.

Ayanokoji sighed, ''Okay I'm back to picking up girls tomorrow, but she's the last one.''

''Of course, she is,''Kiryūin said with a WINK.

''...''

''Did you just wink?''

''No i didn't'' WINK WINK

''...,'' Ayanokoji walked away, he obviously had enough for one day. Despite all the daily migrainesshe gives him, he does like hanging out with her. Being with her is rather fun, she always manages to keep him on his feet. As he walked he couldn't help but wonder if his fate would have been different if he hadn't met her that day.

[I wonder if life would've been better if I never met her]

He glanced behind to get one last look at her.Kiryūin had an evil grin as she drew a mustache on nagamu's poster face using a marker.

[Yup it would've been better]

[Definately better]

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A/N just something I made while I was bored, tell me what you guys think. The next chapter will start from the very beginning[AKA the bus ride]

SS: Bus ride Casanova [Original[U can skip if u want]

[A/N- If you're a new reader, just know that this was the original ep-1, but I didn't like it later, so I made a new ep-1. Think of this as an alternative route, but not Canon to the story.]

[ AYANOKOJI POV]

April. Ayanokoji rode the bus to his new school, bobbing and shaking in his seat. While he looked idly out his window, watching the city's scenery change, the bus picked up more and more passengers.

Most of them were young people wearing high school uniforms.

There was also a frustrated salary worker, who looked like the type to have once mistakenly groped someone aboard a crowded bus. An unsteady elderly lady stood in front of him, wobbling so badly he thought she was in danger of falling.

He was fortunate enough to have found a seat, but it was still crowded. The weather was especially fine today, not a single cloud in the sky. It was so refreshing that Ayanokoji almost fell asleep.

However, his gentle respite was promptly obliterated.

''Excuse me, but shouldn't you offer up your seat?''

Ayanokoji's closed eyes snapped back open. A young, well-built blond man of high school age had sat down in one of the priority seats. The elderly woman stood right next to him, and another woman stood beside her. This second, younger lady appeared to be an office worker.

''Hey, you there. Can't you see that this elderly woman is having trouble?'' the office lady said.

She seemed to want the young man to offer up his seat. Her voice carried quite well throughout the quiet bus, attracting several people's attention.

However, Ayanokoji's mind was elsewhere completely ignoring the drama in front of him. He was about to enter school for the first time in his life and he needs to sort out what he needs to do. He no longer needs to worry about his freedom once he reaches there, so prioritizing 'getting laid' is the way to go.Seduction is a game of psychology, not beauty, and since its a game its within the grasp of any person to become a master at it. All that is required is looking at the world differently, through the eyes of a seducer.

''Wha— You're a high schooler, aren't you?! You should be quiet and listen to what adults tell you!'' It seems the commotion was still continuingwiththe blonde guy showing zero intention of giving up his seat. Itwas at this very moment that Ayanokoji decided to raise his hand.

''Uhh...you can have my seat if you want'' Ayanokoji got up and pointed the old lady to his seat indicating her to sit down. He could hear visible sighs of relief from the passengers. The grandma complied with a bright smile on her face while repeatedly thanking both him and the office lady. The office lady momentarily calmed down from her frustrations, seamlessly satisfied with the outcome.

Did Ayanokoji decide to lead a helping hand to the situation because he felt responsible as an upstanding member of society? or maybe he just felt like doing good deeds today. Or perhaps he just did it in a whim.

MEH...ALL OF THESE ARE WRONG

Ayanokoji himself was in the blond guy's side. Ignoring the question of a moral imperative, it was true that he wasn't legally obligated to give up his seat.

However, there are 5 reasons why he did-

Number one, he was getting fed up with the unnecessary chaos. However Ayanokoji is no saint, he has a very low desire to solve some stranger's problem unless he gets something out of it. Nevertheless, this situation indirectly involved both him and all the passengers so he choose the most effective way out of it. Offering up his own seat.

Number two, the office lady was very hot. Number three, the office lady was very hot. Number four, the office lady was very hot. Important things must be repeated three times.

She had beautiful matt black hair flowing down her shoulders. Her face was sculpted with no imperfections and she appeared to be in her early 30s. Her eyes were violet like the most beautiful jewel with a small mole at the corner of her right eye. To finish it off, her body was incomparably voluptuous, her butt perking up against her tight skirt and black stockings that covered her heavenly thighs.

Not only does she have a good impression of Ayanokoji since he helped her, but now he can use this situation as a conversation starter to work to his advantage.

Not to mention this is quite literally the first time he would be talking to a woman with the intent to flirt. He did his fair share of theory research but never anything practical. Once he gets to school mistakes can't be allowed so he's going to use the lady as field practice. After all, even if he fails it's not like he's ever gonna see her again, she's practically a stranger. It's a win-win no matter how he sees it.

And finally Number 5 out of the corner of his eyes he could spot a cuteteenage girl with the same uniform as his making her way to the commotion, she had short beige-colored hair paired with gradient crimson eyes. From what Ayanokoji could deduce she was coming to diffuse the situation. But that would mean losing his only chance to entice the office lady. Like hell, he's gonna let that happen so he quickly raised his hand.

Now back to the present.

As Ayanokoji stretchedhis arms he spotted a raven-haired beauty sitting parallel next to him. She had a mature vibe and he could'vebelieved she was a college student if she wasn't wearing the same uniform as him. She was reading the book 'Crime and Punishment' and the cover page had two letters written in ink.

'Suzune Horikita'

Must be her name.

As much as Ayanokoji wanted to talk to her, he made sure not to get distracted by her and focused on the task at hand.

Ayanokoji took a deep breath of nervousness before making his way to the older lady, as he approached her, he only had one thought. 'That MILF is mine ...'

Horikita peeked her eyes slightly off her book staring at what the peculiar boy was up to.

In his red school uniform Blazer, his imposing tall handsome presence loomed over the business lady. Her back was turned to him.

Gulp* '' E-excuse me m-ma'am''

He immediatelybit his tongue to stop his stuttering. To think that the white room's masterpiece'sgreatest challenge in years to come was talking to girls .

His only saving grace was that he spoke in such a low voice that no one heard him or so he thought. He heard a soft chuckle from behind him. He didn't even need to turn around to figure out it was Horikita laughing at him. This time he cleared his head.

'' Excuse me, ma'am,'' he said in a louder and more confident tone.

Hearing this deep monotone voice, which had a certain charm to it, she recognized who it was in an instant.

Ayanokoji relaxed as he completed 'Step 1' He felt his eyes ease up and his lips settle down. However, he soon faced his next big hurdle.

He had no fucking idea what to talk about.

He did learn tons of small talk stories and questions beforehand, but he wasn't sure which one he should use. His computer-like brain failed to select a conversation topic. He could almost imagine Horikita enjoying this.

[What am I supposed to talk about? the 'old lady'? ...I'm trying to get in bed with her, not know about her retirement plans]

Nonetheless, a beacon of hope shined upon him, almost as if Goddess Aphrodite took pity on the boy. He noticed a certain item she had on her arms. She was wearing a chain, not just any chain a 'BTS' chain.

"Miss, that's the replica of the BTS collectors edition right? I believethere are only 10 originals out there ..." Ayanokoji pointed at the chain on the lady's arm.

The office lady's eyes widened, glimmering in surprise. It wasn't because he somehow knew about the chain, but because he was speaking a foreign language!

Korean!

Horikita eyes widened in shock, the boy she was internally ridiculing was somehow able to converse in another language so fluently? Even though Horikita couldn't say a word of it herself, she could still somehow recognize it was Korean from the one K-drama she once watched.

The only reason he knew Korean is cause it happened to be one of the languages he had to learn in the white room. However, this whole thing is nothing more than a gamble, just because she was wearing it doesn't mean she's a huge fan.

Fortunately, lady luck was smiling down at him.

After a slight surprise, the office lady responded in Korean, "It is..." ...

Ayanokoji shook his head and sighed, he went back to speaking English "It's a shame that's a replica...I happen to know someone who has the original..."

Then he turned around and prepared to walk away.

[Most people would wonder why I'm doing it, wasn't my whole plan meantto attract and woo her off her feet! On the contrary, this is where the game begins...any second now...]

"Wait!"The office lady shouted.

[Bingo]

Ayanokoji doesn't really know how to smile, but he sure as hell did it internally. He turned around. Even Koenji paused combing his hair and started watching like he knew what Ayanokoji was up to.

[So far so good]

"What did you mean by that?" Her attention was captured.

"That chain is last year's edition. I hear most fans view it as the holy grail and I have no doubt some hardcore ones are gonna keep it for generations to come as a family heirloom."

The office lady's eyebrows arched upwards. "But they were sold out though..."

"One of the owners is a guy i know, he's gonna sell it on eBay next Monday for only 10 bucks ."

''10 b-bucks?!?'' She said in disbelief.

''Yup he apparently doesn't know the full value of it, he goes by the username 'ProButler9000' on eBay, just tell him Kiyotaka sent you, and he's not even gonna charge you.''

The office lady's eyes shined. She became excited! Everyone knew how difficult to get those limited edition ones. They always run out of stock the moment they are sold, so knowing a willing seller beforehand would be a godsend! Still, there was a concern in the back of her mind. "Isn't that...stealing if he doesn't know the value of it?"

Ayanokoji had an amused look in his eyes. "It's not stealing if you don't get caught."

Then he turned and strolled away again.

[Its basic reverse psychology 101. Making the chased do the chasing]

When she saw Ayanokoji leaving, she panicked. She had been nervous before being transferred to a different firm because she didn't know anyone there. She was an unfamiliar girl in a brand new office, with no friends, no fellow colleagues to share interests with. Now, this guy came out of nowhere and had the same interests as her. He even looked so mature for his age and seemed so aloof. She couldn't let him go like that! This boy was too intriguing!

She did her best to stifle the quiver spreading throughout her body. Even though he was in high school, he had a very attractive face, a trace of dangerous desire flashed in her eyes, before she restrained it with her strength of mind developed through decades of mindless office work. Having regained composure, she turned to him.

"Ah! Wait a second!" This time the office lady ran to him, with an eager smile on her face, and red flushed cheeks.

Horikita's jaw dropped! She couldn't believe it! A few other passengers who were silently watching the show also rubbed their eyes to make sure they weren't seeing things.

''My name's Ayaka , can I have your number?" the office la-Ayaka asked him.

Ayaka looked at him with expectant eyes.

Ayanokoji was in high spirits. That was the first time he'd spoken to a girl and received such a warm reaction. Then again this was also the only time, but...everything seems to be going according to his plans. So all is well.

Now, why was a boy like Ayanokoji interested in Kpop?

He's not.

This entire conversation is a coincidence, a fucking coincidence.

Back when he stayed in one of his dad'smansions, he had a personal butler by the name 'Matsou'. They both got along relatively well, in fact he's the one who told Ayanokoji about this school. On occasions, Matsou would tell him stories about his family and lifetime experiences. One of those topics involved his son's unhealthy obsession with Kpop. However he never talked about those like a proud dad telling his pals about his son's hobbies, he always spoke like he was explaining all the war crimes his son had committed.

Matsou got so fed up that he confiscated all of his son's Kpop merch and basically gave them away in yard sales or eBay. He sold them in separate batches, the last batch goes live next Monday which contained a bracelet that got Ayanokoji's attention. Apparently, Matsou's son spent 7 months worth of part-time job money on that. And with further research Ayanokoji found that its currently worth more than twenty thousand dollars globally. It is a collectors edition after all.

It's a shame really if something bad ever were to happen to Matsuo for some...inconceivable reason, his son could've sold the Bracelet for 20-30 grand and start a new life in a new country. But...oh well.

Ayanokoji has gained complete monopoly on the beauty's attention, ecstatic he was just about to give his number...when he realized-

[I...don't have a phone]

He was supposed to get a school-issued phone once he reaches the campus, so he never had a reason to buy one. Ayanokoji stared at Ayaka with a blank look.

[This... is... awkward]

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A/N hey hey Author here, tell me what you guys think. The next chapter will basically be a flashback on why Ayanokoji became so interested in getting laid. Hornykoji origin story.

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏: Bus ride Casanova [Re-master edition]

[So I rewrote ep-1 , cause I found the whole K-pop subplot to be cringe AF, and I couldn't stand it anymore. God knows what I was high on when I wrote it. Think of this as the original, the OG.]

[AYANOKOJI POV]

April. Ayanokoji rode the bus to his new school, bobbing and shaking in his seat. While he looked idly out his window, watching the city's scenery change, the bus picked up more and more passengers.

Most of them were young people wearing high school uniforms.

He was fortunate enough to have found a seat, but it was still crowded. The weather was especially fine today, not a single cloud in the sky. It was so refreshing that Ayanokoji almost fell asleep.

However, his gentle respite was promptly obliterated.

-

''Excuse me, but shouldn't you offer up your seat?''

Ayanokoji's closed eyes snapped back open. A young, well-built blond man of high school age had sat down in one of the priority seats. The elderly woman stood right next to him, and another woman stood beside her. This second, younger lady appeared to be an office worker.

''Hey, you there. Can't you see that this elderly woman is having trouble?'' the office lady said.

She seemed to want the young man to offer up his seat. Her voice carried quite well throughout the quiet bus, attracting several people's attention.

-

However, Ayanokoji's thoughts were elsewhere, utterly disregarding the drama unfolding in front of him. He was ready to start school for the first time in his life and needed to figure out what he needed to accomplish. He no longer has to be concerned about his freedom once he arrives there.

Seduction is a psychological game, not a beauty contest, and because it is a game, anyone can learn to perfect it. All that is required is a new perspective on the world, as seen through the eyes of a seducer.

-

''Wha— You're a high schooler, aren't you?! You should be quiet and listen to what adults tell you!'' The commotion appeared to be ongoing, with the blonde guy showing zero intention of giving up his seat.

If seeing the world through new eyes is what's required, this could be an excellent place to start. Ayanokoji promptly raised his hand.

''Uhh...you can have my seat if you want'' Ayanokoji stood up and motioned for the elderly lady to take his seat. The passengers' obvious sighs of relief were audible to him. The granny nodded a wide smile on her face and thanked him and the office lady repeatedly.

The office lady momentarily calmed down from her frustrations, seamlessly satisfied with the outcome.

-

Despite his good deed, Ayanokoji is no saint, he has a very low desire to solve some stranger's problem unless he gets something out of it. Then why would he then take an active role in this? There are three main reasons behind this.

Number one, the office lady was very hot. Number two, the office lady was very hot. Number three, the office lady was very hot. Important things must be repeated three times.

If giving up his seat is what it takes to make a good impression on her, then so be it. It's a small price to pay. Better than dating a chick with an only-fans account.

She had beautiful matt black hair flowing down her shoulders. Her face was sculpted with no imperfections and she appeared to be in her early 30s. Twenty-five if he had to guess. Her eyes were violet like the most beautiful jewel with a small mole at the corner of her right eye. To finish it off, her body was incomparably voluptuous, her butt perking up against her tight skirt and black stockings that covered her heavenly thighs.

Not only does she have a good impression of Ayanokouji since he helped her, but now he can use this situation as a conversation starter to work to his advantage.

Not to mention this is quite literally the first time he would be talking to a woman with the intent to flirt. He did his fair share of theoretical research but never anything practical.

When he arrives at school, he won't be able to make any mistakes, so he'll use the lady as field practice. After all, even if he fails, he's unlikely to see her again; she's practically a stranger. Whatever way he looks at it, it's a win-win situation.

He stretched his arms before noticing a beautiful girl with raven hair sitting next to him. She exuded maturity, and he could have mistaken her for a college student if she hadn't been wearing the same outfit as me.

Her entire focus was on the book in her hand. She's either oblivious to the situation in front of her or has just chosen to disregard it. The girl had a 'leave me alone' vibe radiating from her.

She was reading 'Crime and Punishment,' which had two words scribbled in ink on the cover page.

'Suzune Horikita'. Must be her name.

As much as Ayanokoji was curious to talk to her, he made sure not to get distracted by her and focused on the task at hand. Besides, he had a feeling he'd see more of that raven beauty in the future.

-

Ayanokoji took a deep breath before getting up and making his way to the beautiful woman.

Horikita peeked her eyes slightly off her book staring at what the peculiar boy was up to.

In his red school uniform Blazer, his imposing tall handsome presence loomed over the business lady. Her back was turned to him.

''Excuse me, ma'am,'' he said in a clear confident tone. His voice was low enough, that only she could hear him. To anybody else, it may appear as if two acquaintances are conversing.

Hearing this deep monotone voice, which had a certain charm to it, she recognized who it was in an instant.

Ayanokoji relaxed as he completed 'Step 1' He felt his eyes ease up and his lips settle down. However, he soon faced his next big hurdle.

Phase 2 of the process. Keeping the conversation going.

He did learn tons of small talk stories and questions beforehand, but he wasn't sure which one he should use. Everyone is fundamentally different after all. His computer-like brain scanned her entire figure to look for a potential clue.

Until finally a beacon of hope shined upon him, almost as if Goddess Aphrodite was in the boy's side. He noticed a certain item she had on her arms. A thick book with the title 'Learn greek in 30 minutes.'

-

''Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?'' Ayanokouji asked her with a straight face.

The woman blinked a couple of times, wondering if she misheard him. ''I'm a lawyer.'' She kept her response short and precise.

''Let me guess, you got foreign clients. European I believe..." Ayanokoji pointed at the book on the lady's arm.

The office lady's eyes widened, glimmering in surprise. It wasn't because he somehow knew about her client meetup, but because he was speaking a foreign language!

Greek!

The only reason he knew Greek is cause it happened to be one of the languages he had to learn in the white room.

He noticed dark circles under the office lady's eyes, implying that she had been studying it overnight. But that seemed unproductive given her occupation. Unless she had to do it for a reason. Like having a meeting with foreign clients perhaps.

However, this whole thing is nothing more than a deduction. A gamble if you may. Fortunately, lady luck was smiling down at him.

After a slight surprise, the office lady responded in Greek, "It is..."

Ayanokoji nodded, he went back to speaking English "Well good luck, I hope you got your do's and don'ts memorized. Those greeks can be quite the hassle."

Then he turned around and prepared to walk away.

Most people would wonder why he was doing this, wasn't his whole plan meant to seduce and woo her off her feet! On the contrary, this is where the game begins. Like a skilled fisherman, he placed the bait, all that's left is for her to get lured in.

"Wait!" The office lady called out, right on cue.

With graceful movements, Ayanokouji turned around. With the fish now caught, it's time for him to reel her in.

-

"What did you mean by that?" Her attention was captured. So far so good.

"Ah you know, the basics. Like never getting them Turkish coffee"

The office lady's eyebrows arched upwards. "And why's that?..."

"Although they would never openly admit it. The Greeks and Turks have a clear animosity between them."

''No... Turk coffee..'' She retrieved a little notepad from her shirt pocket and began scribbling. She appeared to be sincere about her job. ''Anything else?''

''Yup, if they greet you with two kisses on the cheeks don't be weirded out. It's acustomary greeting and they prefer it over shaking hands.''

The office lady nodded while continuing to take notes. ''Gotcha. You seem to know your stuff.''

''My father likes to travel.'' Ayanokouji lied without hesitation. ''If you really want this promotion, I suggest getting them a gift of sorts, preferably food. Cheese is definitely your best bet. Greece is known to be one of the highest consumers of it after all.''

He made a point of emphasizing 'promotion.' Even though he has no idea whether her meeting would result in one, he is well aware that that word attracts corporate people like moths to a lamp.

She stopped writing before staring at Ayanokouji with a doubtful glance. ''Are you suggesting I should bribe them? With cheese?"

Ayanokoji's eyes were amused as he shrugged his shoulders. "If it works, it works."

The office lady gave Ayanokouji a final skeptical look before eventually calling someone on her Bluetooth earpiece. She instructed someone to purchase a fruit basket and a sample of every type of cheese the store has to offer. And with that, she seemed satisfied.

They'd established some common ground with each other by this point. At the very least, the status was changed from "stranger" to "acquaintance." Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ayanokouji carried out the next phase of his plan.

-

''Well, that's all. Cya,'' he said in a chill tone.

Keeping both hands in his pockets he turned and strolled away again. Knowing full well how she's going to respond.

It's basic reverse psychology 101. Making the chased do the chasing.

When she saw Ayanokoji leaving, she panicked.

She had been nervous before being transferred to a different firm because she didn't know anyone there. She was an unfamiliar girl in a brand new office, with no friends, no fellow colleagues to share interests with. To put it simply, her life was shit.

Now, this guy came out of nowhere and stood up her out when no one else would, and he even gave her helpful advice for her critical meeting today.

His simple act of innocent compassion was enough to seal the deal. She doesn't remember the last time her heartbeat was this fast and loud.

He even looked seemed so calm and mature for his age. Maybe because her daily routine is somonotonous, she started craving the unpredictable. She couldn't let him go like that! This boy was too intriguing!

She did her best to stifle the quiver spreading throughout her body. Even though he was still a student, he had a very attractive face, a trace of dangerous desire flashed in her eyes, before she restrained it with her strength of mind developed through decades of mindless office work. Having regained composure, she turned to him.

"Ah! Wait a second!" This time the office lady walked to him, with an eager smile on her face, and red flushed cheeks. Ayanokouji turned and faced her.

''My name's Ayaka, can I have your number?" the office la-Ayaka asked him. She looked at him with expectant eyes.

Ayanokouji was in high spirits. His self-study bore fruit. He still had doubts whether he had it in him, but everything went according to plan. It's always a good idea to do the side quests before starting the main quest.

And just like that, he has gained complete monopoly on the beauty's attention. Like taking candy from a baby. Ecstatic he was just about to give his number...when he suddenly realized something-

I...don't have a phone.

He was supposed to obtain a school-issued phone once he arrived on campus, so he never saw the need in purchasing one. Ayaka still had her phone held out with a beaming smile.

This... is... awkward.

[TO BE C ONTINUED ]

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[A/N Hopefully this is better than the original. BTW here is a picture of Ayaka ]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟐: Hornykouji Origin story

[WARNING R18 AHEAD]

[4 months ago]

At a particular movie theater, the only light illuminating the large darkroom was the cinema screen. A movie was being projected onto a large screen at the front of the auditorium while the dialogue, sounds, and music were played through several wall-mounted speakers.

'The Theory of everything' was currently playing, it was a romance/drama movie depicting the life of ' Stephen Hawking', an excellent astrophysics student working on his research. As he eventually learns that he suffers from motor neuron disease and has around two years to live.

The seats weren't exactly filled with patrons. To be precise only 40% of the chairs were occupied by people. Two of such people were seated at the very middle of the auditorium.

A recently engaged couple who were in the mood to celebrate.

'Toga' had known 'Deku' since college. They both meet on a blind date but seemed to have hit it off. Surprisingly they didn't have much in common however their individual chemistry seemed to make up for it. They understood each other better than they understand themselves. Toga still remembers how Deku had invited her to that fancy restaurant last week out of the blue, only to be surprised with one of the biggest decisions of her life-

Will you marry me?

She can still hear him say it, that single sentence plays on loop in her head. She gazes at her new shiny engagement ring before glancing at Deku lovingly. He was slurping on his soda, his eyes fully immersed in the movie. Deku has a kind soul and always works hard for his goals, he puts others before him no matter what, It is one of the things she loves about him.

Deku had known Toga as a part-time waitress in his local restaurant. He usually goes there just to admire her from afar. So imagine his surprise when he met her for that blind date his friends forced him to go to. He had never been happier for peer pressure.

Even though he always felt like Toga was out of his league, they got along really well. She was always there for him and supported him whenever he needed her. He was so in love that he got the courage to propose to her last week, and to his luck she accepted.

Life has been going really well for both of them.

Suddenly he felt a warm sensation on his thigh. Toga rested one of her arms in it, before moving her fingers playfully near his zippers, he had a basic idea of what she was trying to do.

Toga's face was barely illuminated by the screen light, she looked red up to her ears. Her eyes were slightly unfocused and a little glazed. She seemed vaguely dazed, probably due to embarrassment.

And although her hair was messy, it didn't spoil her beauty. In fact, she even looks sexy.

But now, she is stuck staring at Deku's bulge.

And she's been in this position for a long time, shaking her fingertips as she reaches for it, but her fiancé seemed nervous.

''If you don't want me to do it, I'll stop,'' she said softly.

Deku raised his eyebrows as if he was troubled when she told him so.

''No, it's not like that''

''Then what?'' Toga asked while tilting her head slightly.

Since Deku didn't respond Toga gave a small nod and knelt between his legs. Then, while twisting herself, she gently reached out to unzip his pants and grasp his thing. Deku involuntarily jumped at the stimulation.

His body temperature is higher than hers and the cool touch of her palm felt good. And while she stared deeply into his eyes, she brought her face close to his hard thing and rubbed it with her cheeks, murmuring with a teasing smile-

''P-e-n-i-s ''

''...''

Deku thought he was going to cum right then and there and it was awful. He can't believe that she would say such obscene words as she rubbed her cheek against his thing.

And with that, her lips came closer and her breath hit his sensitive spot. His pre-cum was already leaking out. Then, as soon as her tongue licked the tip of his glans, he felt an electric current run down his spine and his body jumped.

'W, what is this? It's so different from doing it in private! It's so much better!' Deku thought

''Haha! It's a-amazing. You're so good at this Toga,''He couldn't help but moan.

Before he knew it, Toga's tongue movements became bolder and bolder.

''Lick lick, chu, chu... ''

In front of him, Toga's red tongue crawls over his cock. It felt rough and slippery.

Whenever the hot tip of her tongue, covered with saliva, touched his glans, he felt such a sharp pleasure.

''Ugh! Kuh...Kuh...'' He knows it's pathetic, but he can't stop his voice from leaking out.

After all, Toga is licking his cock with all her might. That same Toga who he had a crush on for so long was now stretching out her tongue, with eyes gazing at him with ecstasy.

Deku's heart was pounding just by looking at that scene, moreover, if she licked him like this, he felt like he could die happy. ''It's good! Toga, you're amazing!''

''Really? it's that...good?''

''Yes, yes, it's perfect'.''

Toga let out a giggle as she extended her tongue to the glans and then took his penis in her mouth with a quick slurp. Her cheeks were lightly dyed red and her pink lips sucking his thing into her mouth. It was the first time Deku had ever experienced the inside of a mouth that was so warm and slimy. It was so comfortable that he felt as if the tip of his manhood would melt and disappear.

Toga begins to move her face up and down while looking up and making eye contact with him.

''NNnn... Chu, slurp slurrrppp''

Her cheeks puckered up and her lips pouting, while her face was flushed. There is no sign of her usual cool beauty. Deku was probably the first person to see Toga's naughty face like this, he couldn't help but twist and turn.

''Nnn, Slurp, Chu... SlurpNnn, NnnChu...''

''Oh, crap... '!''

His body felt so good that he had to work harder to hold back. But Toga kept sucking him hard. Her mouth got narrower, and his glans were being crushed by the inside of her jaw and her tongue. And with the tongue sucking up so hard, it felt like a vacuum cleaner, he was about to ejaculate.

The stimulation was too strong.

And he was at his very limits.

''On a number scale of 1-10, how much would you rate this experience'' a monotone voice called out to him.

''A..a.. 10 no never-mind, definitely an 11,''Deku groaned as the pleasure continued to numb his senses. But a rational part of him questioned the scenario. His fiancée was blowing him off the last time he checked, and she had the voice of a low-pitched angel, not a...' man.'

Deku instantly opened his eyes to assess the situation, even Toga stopped what she was doing and looked up.

A lone brown-haired boy in the seat in front of them eyed them with a bored expression while munching on his popcorn. It was, of course, Ayanokouji. They could both hear the unique crunch of popcorn in his mouth every time he placed some in his mouth.

It was nerve wreaking how he was watching their dirty moment with a poker face like a dad enjoying his late-night football game.

''Ah...don't mind me, please do continue what you were doing, just pretend I'm not here,'' Ayanokouji finally answered, perhaps to break the awkward silence.

Deku and Toga's faces were flushed with humiliation, and steam was literally pouring from their heads. Deku zipped up his pants promptly, while Toga wiped her mouth with a napkin. They both believed they were going to die of embarrassment. Deku held Toga's hand and tried to go without saying anything to Ayanokouji.

Ayanokoji just shrugged his shoulders and looked on at the fleeting couple with a hint of disappointment.

He looked at Toga's retreating back, his eyes traced to her butt perking up and down as she moved,her thin waist and shapely thighs swaying back and forth as her long legs strut back to the exit. He suddenly had an impulse to steal her from the other guy, but that only lasted for a second before he made sure to bury the desire inside.

''Master Ayanokoji how are you liking the movie theater so far...''

Matsuo, who was sitting next to Ayanokouji, came to a halt when he observed the young master was distracted.He looked at what his master was gazing at. A young couple was walking hand in hand towards to exit.

Ah, this Matsuo understands, Master is at that age after all. He's probably thinking of courting a young lady. Flattering her with flowers, opening the door for her, meeting her at the dead of night to sing her love poems and god forbid premarital hand-holding. I wonder what other gentlemanly and wholesome things he is thinking about.

That chicks got such a poundable ass,thought Ayanokoji.

Ah...must be so nice to be young, this Matsuo could shed a tear or two. Master Ayanokoji is such a fine gentleman

Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. "Yes" is the answer, mused Ayanokoji.

There are many words that can be used to describe Ayanokoji, he's the magnum opus of the White Room, even worshipped by following generations. But he believes the word 'curiosity' best describes him. He has always been an inquisitive child. The only reason he wants to go to ANHS is to experience freedom, even though he knows he will have to return to his former life after three years.

Take his recent obsession for example. The only reason he suddenly got interested in being intimate with a girl, was after seeing something he shouldn't have.

There are stories where a kid would accidentally walk in on their parents having sex, only to be scarred for life by that imagery.

Ayanokouji on the other hand had the luxury of finding a whole-ass sex dungeon while wandering his father's mansion.

Why does his father have an elaborate sex dungeon with various BDSM toys? Who knows?

Ayanokouji isn't interested enough to investigate.

Still, sex must be one hell of a dopamine drug if it makes his old man act this out of character. Well, he's on the outside, he might as well use this opportunity to hook up with a girl--

Matsuo placed both arms on his shoulders before he could finish his thought. Matsuo couldn't handle the exhilaration any longer, and he was practically fangirling within.

''Master Ayanokoji I know what you are thinking.''

''Do you now?''

''It's WOMEN right?'' Matsuo said with a beaming smile.

''Huh.. that's pretty spot on...Matsuo, are you perhaps a mind-reader?''

''I also know what you are thinking of doing to them',' he said with a wink.

''OK...now you are creeping me out.'' Ayanokoji had always thought of his butler as a naïve old man, far too optimistic to be working for his father. But to think that his intuition was spot on.

''Remember that school I told you about'' Matsuo exclaimed with exaggerated movements. ''You can do everything you thought of over there.''

Ayanokouji blinked a couple of times, wondering if he perhaps misheard him.

''In fact, the school environment promotes such a development from happening.''

''...''

What kind of government-issued school promotes...nevermind, it's probably best to not think about it.

When he looked around the theater, he noticed that the majority of the seats were empty. His bodyguards were present in every strategic corner in sharp black suits and sunglasses, watching his every move.

Their role is not simply to keep Ayanokoji safe, but also there to restrict his movements if he acts outside his father's jurisdiction. Even in the outer world, all of his actions are regulated, and he is constantly watched.

It would be challenging to pursue romance under these conditions.

In the critically acclaimed film 'Shawshank Redemption,' it tookDufresne approximately 19 years to tunnel out of prison and finally obtain freedom.

Ayanokouji however has no desire to be that patient.

If the school is as good as Matsuo claims, it would be preferable to just get laid there than here. Essentially killing two birds with one stone.

4 months huh...I suppose I could wait that long.

On that very day, Hornykouji manifested. Ayanokouji looked up and stared at the ceiling constructing future plans for his inevitable admission to that school.

Matsuo looked on giving him his full blessingand support, completely oblivious to his master's dark desires.

[Present day]

[AYAKA POV]

Ayaka, the office lady, peered at Ayanokoji with expectant eyes, her phone held out to him, signaling him to give her his phone number. She can't recall the last time she was this daring and spontaneous, but as the boy seized her phone, she felt her cheeks heat up.

Though there is something off about him, he seemed to have lost all enthusiasm. Ayaka dismissed it as her overthinking.

The bus came to a halt just as he finished. Ayanokoji and the other students on the bus began to make their way to the exit. Ayaka observed Ayanokoji's departure from the window, but he paused in the middle before turning around and waving goodbye to her.

She got flustered but waved back anyway.

Ayaka was already 25 years old, she's been in a dozen relationships by now, but they never seem to work out. However, she felt optimistic for the first time. About the boy, she met by chance.

There was something about him that drew her in. Like finding a missing piece and finally solving the puzzle. It wouldn't be far-fetched to say she was behaving and thinking akin to a teenage girl again.

The man appeared to be a little too mysterious, though this simply added to his allure.

She saved his number and stared at it with a feverish look. Most people would call her next action annoying but she decided to do it anyway.

She called his number...and it started ringing.

RING

RING

Her heartbeat quickened with each passing ring. She found herself nervously twirling her hair around her index finger.

RING

RING

Until finally, he received it.

''HEY!!'' Ayaka internally cursed herself for sounding too excited.

Taking a deep breath, her eyes sharpened as they filled with determination. Can't let this one getaway. That's my future boyfriend...

''I mean h-hey..'' Ayaka coughed to clear her voice. ''Ayanokouji, I know we just talked, but I wanted to hear your voice again--''

''Maam... this is Domino's Pizza, what can I get you''

''...''

Ayaka frowned as she carefully lowered her phone and looked at the dialed number for a moment. That jerk gave me the wrong number!

"FUUUCK!?!" Ayaka's voice could be heard echoing throughout the road, as the bus moved further and further away.

Just as Ayanokouji taught himself to get girls, he also learned how to get rid of them.

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[A/N Fear not Ayaka shall return, here is a picture of her.]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟑: Strawberry hair-chan

[A/N - Eyyy...guess whose still alive]

[AYANOKOUJI POV]

As Ayanokouji stepped out of the bus, he stretched his arms and legs to relieve fatigue. His ears were soothed by the sound of his knuckles cracking. He returned a brief glance, waving goodbye to Ayaka. And with that, all the loose ends were tucked away. He was confident Ayaka has no way of retaliation since the bus won't halt until it reaches its next destination. In addition to that, because she is an outsider, she will be unable to enter his school.

Was it pretty cold of him? Probably. But as far as he is concerned Ayaka merely met a stranger on a bus, and there are no reasons for her to be infatuated with him. As the expression goes, "there are plenty of fish in the sea."

It was that time of year again when cherry blossoms seemed to glide through the air, carried by the breeze. 'Horikita,' the girl from earlier, was strolling right in front of him, her beautiful long black hair fluttering in the wind. Maybe it was the sakura petals, or maybe it was the spring air itself that seemed to elevate her beauty. Her thin waist and noble posture made her stand out even more. Ayanokouji, on the other hand, needed to know something before making any advances on her.

' 'Wait''

His voice caused Horikita to pause, she tilted her head slightly to look at the origin of the voice.

''You were looking at me at the bus, why?'' he asked.

Horikita narrowed her eyes, perhaps perplexed as to why he had asked her such a question. ''The last I checked it isn't a crime to look at someone ; also, how would you know I was looking at you if you weren't looking at me too? '' She seemed rather smug at her own remark, tossing her front hair with her right arm.

"Relax, I had no malice behind my question, I was simply interested," Ayanokouji paused as if pondering something. "Say Horikita, if you don't mind me asking, why didn't you offer your own seat to the old lady?"

Horikitas eyes widened before staring at him with a glare. ''How do you know my name?''

''Huh?'' he scratched the back of his head. ''It was written in the book you were previously reading.''

''You got some nerve spying on me.''

He couldn't help but sigh. '' I thought you already established that we both have been staring at each other, so why are you still fed up on that part? Arent we even?''

''Tch. I didn't give up my seat because I thought it would be pointless. That's all.''

''I see... well if you are wondering my name is Kiyotaka Ayanokouji''

''Do I look like I asked?'' Horikita immediately started striding away, her skirt swaying against the wind. Before briefly glancing behind, '' Just so you know I don't want to spend any more time around people like you.''

Aynokouji casually shrugged, ''Feelings mutual.''

As Ayanokouji gazed at the passing figure of Horikita, he had already formed an opinion about her in his mind.

Yup, there is no doubt about it. Horikita Suzune is a mother f*king tsundere.

And it's for this reason that Aynokouji will keep his distance from her. When it comes to Tsunderes, things get a little more complicated. It's not that he doesn't believe he can make her fall for him; he's more concerned with what happens next. Horikita is a tsundere, so even if he seduces her, she will never admit it.

Of course, there's probably nothing more satisfying than getting a Tsundere to say "I like you" because it gives off a sense of accomplishment. However, Ayanokouji is seeking the quickest method to sleep with a girl, not the most fulfilling.

He lingered just outside the school gates, watching all the first-year students pass right past him. Once he makes it past these gates he will have three years of freedom. One small step for man, one giant leap for me getting laid.

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[ICHINOSE POV]

''Hey Ichinose don't you think you think entrance ceremonies are just boring'' Chihiro a girl with short blonde hair and bluish violet eyes asked her peer. Both of them were in the middle of the auditorium with the rest of the school batch.

"Well, you're not entirely wrong." Chihiro's comment made Ichinose giggle. "I'd been going to entrance ceremonies since I was young, and I figured I'd get used to it. But I guess not."

''Right!! Right!!!'' Chihiro seemed to agree.

One would think that they were pals before they got to this school. That is not the case; they were both strangers approximately an hour ago. Ichinose and Chihiro happened to be sitting next to each other on the bus when they met. Their parallels don't stop there. They found they were in the same class through basic small talk. Class 1B. As a result, a bond amongst classmates was formed.

Advanced Nurchering High School. That's the name of the school they are at.

Ichinose saw this as her time to finally move forward and start over with a clean slate. It was thanks to her middle school homeroom instructor telling her about this high school that she chose this institution to attend. Swearing an oath to herself, she resolved to return to school in the hopes of restoring her mother's and her younger sister's smiles.

''Oh by the way you can call me Honami.'' Ichinose decided she is gonna get along with everyone in her class. So she might as well start with Chihiro.

''Eh-eh w-wait a minute are you sure?'' Chihiro seemed ecstatic about it, with sparkles in her eyes.

Ichinose was perplexed by her answer, "Uhh ..yeah, we should get along, after all, we're going to spend the next three years together." Ichinose smiled brightly at her, making Chihiro look down in embarrassment.

Once again Ichinose was confused by her reaction. Was it something I said that made her blush? Ahhh...she might be the sort that gets flustered easily. Well, It doesn't really matter as long as she's happy.

Chihiro wouldn't talk to her for the duration of the ceremony, as if she was preoccupied with something. Ichinose, on the other hand, didn't ask her anything since she didn't want to put any pressure on her; she'd rather let her speak at her own pace.

Once the entrance ceremony was over all the students were requested to head to their respective classes. As the two girls walked together, Chihiro suddenly stopped. Ichinose being concerned looked back at her friend.

''Hey, Ichinose can I ask you a weird question?''

''Sure go ahead!'' Ichinose was glad Chihiro trusts her enough to confide in her.

''You seem like the type of girl to always be popular. So you must've had a lot of boyfriends right?'' Chihiro's blush seemed to get even deeper.

Wait...what? Beads of visible sweat started dripping from her forehead. Where is she going with this????

''Sooo I was wondering if you're still single?''

''Ehhhhh!?!''

Out of all the questions, Ichinose had thought Chihiro was going to ask. This wasn't one of them. It wasn't like Ichinose actively had dating and romance on her mind, she preferred to disregard that side of life. Ichinose backed away subconsciously, slightly panicked. However, as a result of this, one of her ankles twisted, forcing her to tumble backward.

''Whoa Ichinose lookout!!'' Chihiro extended her hand to stop her friend's fall. However, it wasn't necessary.

Someone had already stopped her fall holding onto her back. Or to be more precise he didn't really catch her but was in the right place at the right time. He eliminated any possibility of Ichinose falling by acting as a solid wall, even if it wasn't deliberate. It looked as if she was leaning on him.

She peered up, her delicate back pressed against his chest. Because the boy was taller than her, she could see his facial features, smooth brown hair, and eyes with a yellow shade and purple gradient. She quickly drew away because it was the first time she had been this close to a member of the opposing sex. Her cheeks became slightly heated.

[A/N apparently his eyes are supposed to be brown, but I'm going with the anime one since I like that one better]

The boy lowered his gaze to his feet, prompting Ichinose to do the same. His sneakers featured a distinct footprint, which was unmistakably hers. Her shoes must have tracked dirt all the way here from school. Ichinose's face instantly paled to a ghostly white. Hasn't even been 24 hours of my new school life and I already messed something up.

But before she could say anything the boy started talking, ''Don't worry about it I should've been more careful while walking.'' It seemed like he was intentionally shifting the blame from her to him.

''B-But--''

''Like I said don't worry about it, just point me to the nearest washroom and I will be on my way.''

There wasn't any trace of anger on his face. However, there was no indication of any other emotions either. He appeared to have been born with a natural poker face. Chihiro did as he requested and pointed to the boy's restroom. The guy walked away, leaving them both behind. Despite the fact that the situation had been settled, Ichinose was disappointed. Considering that it was her fault due to her clumsiness, she felt a natural obligation to see this through. And most importantly, she never got to say thank you.

''Chihiro go on without me. I have some unfinished business to attend to.''

''Sure.'' Chihiro seemed to understand her reasons and left her with a meek smile. ''Make sure not to be late.''

Ichinose was relieved to have such a supportive friend. With a newfound resolve to find that guy, Ichinose headed out, though she soon came to a hollow realization.

She herself had no idea where the boy's washroom was...

...

...

Should've paid more attention to where Chihiro was pointing. She couldn't help but slap herself on the face.

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[AYANOKOJI POV]

He used a tissue to clean his shoe before flushing it down the toilet. His trip to the washroom was only supposed to last 5 minutes, but he spent much too much time in the mirror experimenting with new looks. Which was a terrible waste of time because he just went with his typical hairstyle.

He read in a magazine that women do notice a guy's hair and if given the choice between hair and no hair, they would nearly always choose hair.

Which is weird since the existence known as 'Johnny Sins' shatters those expectations.

Ayanokoji didn't have a watch, so he didn't know what time it was, but his white room senses began to tingle with the thought that he was already late. Not to mention the restroom had gone silent around him.

Being late on the first day of school. Mmmmm... not really a good first impression

Throwing the door open, Ayanokoji rushed out the deserted bathroom, his momentum carrying him through the door and into— an obstacle?

''—Huh?''

Ayanokoji's face met a soft and yielding surface that completely enveloped his field of vision. He could hear a cute muffled shriek of surprise as the indescribable feeling and sweet, perfumed scent of citrus surrounded him.

Ayanokoji dropped to the floor of the hallway as if to push the person he had run into down.—

The hallway was in complete silence.

Ayanokoji's face was still buried in the smooth texture and the nice aroma. It felt like he was slipping into a marshmallow pillow. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He feared he would fall asleep right there. His right hand moved closer to his face, gripping onto the enigmatic surface to get a better feel for the texture.

''Mmm--''

Huh...that's weird, the last time I checked pillows don't moan. Must be a new model or something.

It felt nice.

Too nice.

Then again why was there a pillow in the middle of the hallway?

' '...Excuse me. Could you please move off of my chest now?'' It was a girl's voice, a beautiful, soft soothing mumble.

At first, Ayanokoji didn't understand the girl's words. A little too late, it hit him.

Chests huh...no wonder they were soft- wait a minute! Lifting his head he immediately got off of her, Ayanokoji remained seated on the ground.

It was her. The same girl who he had stopped from falling. The pink-haired girl got up and started dusting off her skirt while buttoning one of her front blazer buttons. It had to have come off during the collision. Even though the layers of clothing, the shape of her modest breasts was clearly visible.

So...that's where my face was buried just a second ago?

Being the perpetrator of this act he decided he should be the first to speak. "Thank you for the meal!'' Ayanokoji said with utmost confidence.

''Ehh?!?'' she reacted with a hint of crimson on her cheeks.

Ayanokouji told her what he had been thinking subconsciously. But like always he has a way out of it. ''From where I'm from, that's how you say 'I'm sorry.''

He came to this school expecting stimulation, but he didn't expect it so fast! He'd seen it before, the infamous 'accidental boob grab cliche,' which is rather prevalent in harem animes. At least, that's what he's been told. Matsuo has a habit of forcing him to watch.

Typically, following such instances, the female would either punch him with unusual vigor or verbally attack him, calling him a "groper!" or a "pervert." Let's just put in the effort to get this over with and move on.

"Hmm. Well, I guess I should say, 'You're welcome?'' replied an awkward but cute voice above him. "How about you get up and maybe stand? It's bad manners to have a conversation while sitting in the hall, don't you think?"

Ayanokoji slowly looked up, perplexed at the unexpected reaction. The first item that caught his attention was a pair of brown sneakers. Then there were two stunning legs in black knee socks. Ayanokoji arrived at a white pleated skirt that had been cut short and straight on up to a small, nipped-in waist after following these lovely legs, neither too fat nor too slim, as they traced a gorgeous upward line.

"My goodness! You came flying out of there so suddenly, you really startled me! but...I'm glad you weren't hurt. I suppose these big things can be useful after all!" The girl joked while leaning back a little and crossing her arms, emphasizing her large breasts.

How can someone have the soul of an angel, but a body made for sin?

They're huge...! The girl he had met earlier—Ayaka—her boobs were pretty big but Ichinose far outclasses her. They were so big he wondered if they might just be fake.

There are some girls who would place fillings in their bra to make it appear larger than it is. Women typically complain if a guy's height is one inch less than what his tinder profile states, yet they themselves would hide their face in cosmetics. Ayanokouji tends to see makeup as false advertising.

uh-oh... Ayanokouji found himself experiencing some localized tightness in his pants. A boner popped up. Who could blame him it was a normal physiological reaction. If he were to stand up now it's gonna be an awkward situation for the both of them.

"Hey, did you hear me?" the girl was saying in a puzzled voice. "How long do you plan on sitting there?''

''Oh ummm...my bad...," Ayanokoji stammered. "I seem to be a little excited for some reason.''

''Excited? I don't get your meaning, but I'd be happy if it's because of me." She innocently assumed he was delighted because she had come back for him.

"Sorry. Could you wait just a little longer? I'll settle down soon, so, you know..."

"...Let you sit? Aww, I want you to stand up, though. Then again I guess it is my fault.'' She blamed herself for the collision thinking he's sitting cause he's hurt, completely blind to the truth.

"Well, something like that, yeah...anyway, give me a minute."

"Hmm...in that case, there's nothing to be done, I suppose.'' she stood there her arms by her side patiently waiting for Ayanokouji.

"Oh, thank you. I'll try to make it settle down as quickly as possible."

...What the hell is with this conversation? I feel so stupid I want to disappear. Ayanokouji glanced up nonchalantly, trying to hide how worked up he was with these unpleasant feelings.

His gaze finally fell on the girl's face— he didn't get a good look before, but she was stunning. He couldn't take his gaze away from her seductive lips and bewitching blue eyes. Her long, light pinkish-colored hair cascades down to her waist. Despite her ordinary height, she has an extraordinarily well-endowed physique.

Contrary to her outer appearance, her demeanor was gentle and calm, and she somehow exuded an innocent, friendly aura that he found impossible to dislike.

Since the hallway was silent he decided to initiate a conversation.

''Im Kiyotaka Ayanokouji. Class 1D''

''Ahh... Honami Ichinose, a first-year just like you. Class 1B.'' She seemed glad that they were both talking. ''Ohhhh.. before I forget.''

She opened her bag's zipper, extending her hands inside as if looking for something. Until she extended her palm, which was suddenly loaded with bright tiny goods in clear wrappings. They were candy. She proceeded to hand them to Ayanokouji.

''My little sister gave these to me as a farewell gift.'' Ichinose's smile seemed to get brighter when remembering her sister. ''There's no way I can finish this many by myself, sooo...''

''Sounds pretty important, you sure you wanna give these to me.''

''Please I insist, think of it as my way of saying thanks. You know for catching me back there'' Ichinose blushed when remember how close she was to him. ''A-an-anyway I won't take 'no' for an answer.''

As Ayanokouji took her gift, he remembered something important. ''Hey, Ichinose what's the time?''

''The t-time huh...well it's..'' she checked her wristwatch. ''Its '8:11 AM' haha--''

Her laughter immediately stopped as her body goes to shock. Her entire face got as pale as a ghost. ''ITS 8:11, WE ARE LAATTTEEEEEEE. AHHHHHHHH...''

She bolted as if she were being pursued by a terrifying monster, leaving Ayanokouji entirely behind. Ayanokouji, on the other hand, was completely calm. His gaze was fixed on the candy in his palm. This is the first time he has held a piece of candy, let alone tasted it. He unwrapped one and popped it into his lips. The flavor of lime completely envelops his taste buds the moment it came in contact.

Delicious

His eyes returned to Ichinose's retreating figure. She seemed further and further with each passing second.

Ichinose ran for her life toward the classroom. She looked behind her to check how far Ayanokouji was, only to be surprised to see him right next to her.

''Oh god! You're fast!!!''

' 'We both ran at the same time,'' Ayanokouji told an obvious lie.

''W-we did??!?'' Ichinose was sure she had a head start but decided to believe in Ayanokouji's words.

They eventually parted ways, each heading to their respective classrooms. Ayanokouji arrived at his destination and stood in front of his classroom door. The words 'Class 1D' were emblazoned on a metal plate attached to the entrance. His hands came to a halt just as he reached for the doorknob. The taste of lime was still fresh in his mouth.

He was, indeed, late. Despite the fact that it was the first day of school. He has no idea what will happen once he opens this door. And that was the whole point. Everything beyond this door would be loaded with unlimited possibilities, just like how the candy was a fresh experience. It doesn't matter how big, it doesn't matter how insignificant, he is determined to go through with it. Past this door is something that the whiteroom could've never given him.

For some reason, three years didn't feel like such a long period anymore. He had the impression that it would all be over in a flash. Will it be enough to see and do everything? He had no idea.

He did, however, know something. He was certain of it in fact. For the first time since arriving here, he felt glad that he chose this school.

With a swift motion, he opens the door, entering the unknown.

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[A/n this chapter was a bit too long, but I haven't uploaded in a while so I guess it's fine. I would probably do daily uploads since I'm currently free. Anyway, do tell me how it was.

I should probably say how this series is gonna go. It will follow the light novel volumes, like with the same exams and stuff. Even though the exams are the same the way of achieving the results would be different. You will know what I mean went the time comes. Plus each volume will focus on winning the hearts of 2 cannon girls. Volume 1 will focus on Hiyori and Hoshinomiya sensei. Kei and Fukka senpai would be the endgame girls.

The next 2-3 chapters would be slice of life-y, with Ayanokouji interacting with people. Things would start to escalate when he meets Fukka senpai. Also spoiler he joins the student council on this one.

BTW I'm making a Kiyo X yandere Kei gonna release next week.]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟒: Flirting with Chabashira sensei

[A/N change of plans I'm going first-person , I'm gonna change the first 4 chapters to first-person too, soon]

Chabashira POV

''Your student cards can be used by simply swiping the--''

My words were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Of course, I wasn't startled in the slightest. Why would I be?

In a class consisting of 40 students, one was missing. I had already memorized each student's face and name beforehand, it was part of my job as the class's homeroom teacher after all.

Given what I had heard about him, it just so happened that the absent student was one I had planned to keep an eye on. Perhaps he could...I stopped myself before I got my hopes up.

As the interrupter took a step forward, I could get a clear view of him. A boy with brown hair and distinctive yellow golden eyes, dressed in the usual red school blazer and green pants.

Being the perpetrator of disrupting the class, everyone's eyes were naturally on him, well everyone except Koenji.

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji.

A young man with handsome features but not the stand-out type.

He has a natural gloominess to him, which he uses to his advantage. A camouflage that conceals him among a swarm of ordinary people.

A student who doesn't deserve to be in class D.

Kiyotaka POV

Mmmmm...I don't really like prying eyes, but I guess I gotta get used to this.

This is high school after all. Teenagers thrive off of attention.

Ignoring the classroom's curious gazes, I casually strolled over to the last empty seat with my name on it. It was by the window.

Glancing outside the transparent tempered glass I could see the rest of the school campus including the track field. Well, at least I have a nice view.

I looked at my right only to be surprised by the face of the pretty Horikita. A very nice view indeed.

But it seems Horikita doesn't share my views, because the beautiful jet-black-haired honor student looked at me with the coldest glare she could muster. I simply just shrugged it off.

Is she gonna be like that for the next three years?

Now that I think about it, everyone probably thinks I'm a delinquent. Me being late and all...

Not really a good first impression but not the worst either.

Even the homeroom teacher, ignored the situation and returned to her lecture on school rules. She didn't even ask me why I was late. I couldn't tell if it was because she was a laid-back instructor who wasn't strict on kids, or if this was something not worth her time.

Speaking of the homeroom teacher-

She seemed to be in her late 20s. Her long dark brown hair was tied in a ponytail with bangs swept to the left, brown eyes and a well-endowed voluptuous body. Her stern and serious expression seemed to add to her charm. She wore a black blazer with a white polo shirt underneath, a short black skirt, and black stockings, along with a pair of black heels.

I'm no sherlock but her favorite color is pretty obvious...orange.

I wasn't sure of it before, but after meeting Ayaka and now seeing my teacher, I realize I might have a thing for mature women.

My gaze trailed through her smooth neck to her prominent collar bones until it reaches her big...assets?

Yup, I definitely might have a thing for older ladies.

Chabashira POV

I spent the next couple of minutes explaining the school rules to my students, at least the ones I was allowed to say for now. Most students had a look of disbelief, shock, and excitement. Not really surprising since the school just handed them 100,000 yen worth of allowance.

As expected, everyone was too preoccupied with the prospect of having 100K private points, entirely blind to the absurdity of their current situation.

If there was one word I could use to describe my class, it would be pathetic. I could only sigh at the lack of potential of my class. It wasn't a sigh of disappointment, but rather one of acceptance.

I had been the homeroom teacher of class D since I began teaching, thus I am well used to the first year's attitude.

Ignorance is bliss. Though in their case it probably doesn't apply. They would likely spend the month thinking this school is something equivalent to heaven, only to reawaken in hell when the time comes.

I have seen this far too many times.

However, I had hoped this time would be different. Maybe...maybe even after all these years I still can't let go of my desire of reaching class A. The memory of that day eats away at my heart. Perhaps I am subconsciously projecting my desire onto these children, but I honestly don't know what else to do.

Maybe it's time to finally let go...for good.

'' Well, it appears no one has any questions. I hope that you enjoy your time here as students.''

With that final farewell, I began to leave, no point in me wasting any more time here.

Though my exit came to a halt when I saw a lone student raising his hand.

' 'Kiyotaka Ayanokouji?' ' I tilted my head in confusion. '' Do you have any questions you need me to clarify?''

It's him again...

If the information I have on him is even remotely credible, then I am dealing with a secret trump card of class D. He didn't have the aura of a leader when I first saw him, but his eyes suddenly had a special brightness to them, a sharpness that could cut through diamonds.

Wait...could it be? Did he figure something out? I have left enough clues while talking to the students. Well enough to make them suspicious at least?

''I do,'' he said in a clear confident voice. ''A very pressing question, one that simply cannot wait.''

He rose from his seat, capturing the attention of the entire class, even the excited ones who were already making shopping plans looked at him, interested. His hands, concealed in his pockets like he's hiding something.

The ever-silent Hokitika raised an eyebrow at him confused. Everything about Ayanokouji's body language screamed that whatever he is about to say is going to be important.

That's right! He must've figured out something about school rules! Even if it's a small fragment! How things operate around here! The true nature of this school! No ordinary student should be able to see through the mist of this school's facade on Day 1 no less.

But...

If there's anyone here who can accomplish it...it's probably him!!

My lips curled up into a little smile. An unintentional smile. I had a hunch that things would be different this year. Class D will finally make progress. If someone as keen and as talented as Ayanokouji leads the class, they have a good chance of making it to class A. This time, my long-forgotten fantasy might come true.

I crossed my arms, which undoubtedly emphasized my large breasts, but I don't care because I'm in a wonderful mood right now.

"Go ahead," I said. The entire class was curious to hear what their new delinquent classmate had to say.

Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be significant.

Game-changing even.

''Can I have your picture so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas?'' he said in his usual monotone voice.

...

...

...what?

Ichinose POV

I was completely out of breath as I reached the door of my classroom. My hands were on my knees as I took a breather.

Phew...I feel like I just ran the Olympics.

Okay, Ichinose, you've got this. You are late...but everything is going to be OK... I gave myself a pep talk before opening the door.

Right as I opened my door, I closed my eyes and bowed my head in apology.

''Sorry for being late Sensei!''

However, I was received with silence. Until--

''Uh... Ichinose ? what are you doing'' I could hear the distinctive feminine voice of Chihiro.

I opened one of my eyes and looked around the room. All of my classmates stared at me in silence. Well, this is embarrassing. I could feel my cheeks heat up. But right then I realized something important...

''wait where is sensei?''

''We don't know, we been waiting for past ten minutes,'' Chihiro replied.

Huh?

''Seriously tho what kind of teacher is late for the first day of school.''

''I'm gonna bet she overslept or something.''

''Ohhh you think she got k-kidnapped ? I bet my lunch she got kidnapped by the yakuza.''

''No one wants your lunch Shibata, plus do you realize how absurd you sound.''

''But Kanzaki they are homemade cookies my grandma baked this morning. What are you grandma-phobic or something?''

''...''

Everyone started getting riled up in the conversation, though the purple-haired guy 'Kanzaki' was the only one who looked like he wants no part in it, level-headed to be honest. But I couldn't help but smile at my new classmates, I'm glad everyone gets along so well.

I'm sure we will make some great memories together.

Even though I'm lucky that I'm going unpunished, I can't help but wonder where our sensei is?

Almost as if my voice was heard, I could hear the sounds of heels approaching the door.

I started backing away from the entrance as the teacher made her appearance.

An adult woman of average height with chest-length light-brown hair curled at the bottom with bangs on the right side, purple eyes, and a thin yet well-endowed body.

"Good morning class, sorry for blueg ...sorry for being late. I'm dealing with the worst hangover.'' Our so-called homeroom teacher looked like she was about to throw up. ''I should've listened to Sae when she told me to stop at the 11th bottle. Goddamit I hate it when she's right.''

Our homeroom looked absolutely awful. Totally pale as a ghost. Those eyes looked severely sleep-deprived. The class was pretty much shocked; needless to say, no one expected their sensei to be a massive drunkard.

Nobody knew how to react, much less what to say.

''Give me a sec guys, I j-just need to catch my breath..'' Sensei said with a lazy smile.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the nearby wall before zzzzzzzzz...

...

Did she just fall asleep?!?

I've heard that troops in the army must train themselves to sleep in any place since they never know how long the war will last. What I didn't realize was that homeroom teachers possessed the same talent!!

''Is she OK??''

''I feel like we should notify the school..''

''NO, NOTIFY THE YAKUZA ! I don't want to lose my lunch!"

''Shut up Shibata!''

The concerned voices of my classmates rang out in the room. Well, I'm gonna just ignore the last part.

Sensei reminded me of my second aunt. Every time she would come to visit, she would be drunk a skink. She was still my favorite aunt tho since she was so fun to hang out with, however, my mom didn't share my sentiment. As she would always look at my aunt with disappointment in her eyes...can't say I blame her.

The fastest way she got rid of her hangover was to ask me to brew her some lemon tea.

So I used to make her lemon tea whenever I could in the hopes that it would permanently cure her drinking habits. I was quite naive as a child, now that I think about it.

As a result, I made it a point to drink lemon tea on a regular basis. I even brought a thermos flask with me to keep it warm.

' 'Here sensei...for your hangover.'' I handed sensei the opened thermos flask containing the lemon tea.

''Sorry, water is for the weak, I vowed never to drink it,'' she said in a sleepy voice with her eyes closed.

''...sensei... it's lemon tea,'' I replied with a poker face.

She opened her eyes and took a sniff before downing the entire thing. The outcome was nearly immediate. I could feel the caffeine rushing through her veins as she looked fresher than she had in a long time. It's like resurecting a dead body.

''Holy...what did u put in this. It's stronger than that marijuana I had last week.''

'' Uhh...You did what now?''

Sensei came closer until they were both at whisper level.

''Now don't tell anyone that sensei told you this, but if u pay the good doctor 50 bucks, he's gonna give u a fake prescription for medical marijuana. Hehe, don't worry your sensei here is gonna teach you all about life.''

Who gave her a teaching license??

Well, she certainly will teach...a lot of questionable things but at least she's passionate about her job. I think?

she placed an arm on my shoulder

''So what's your name?'' She asked with a bright smile.

''Uhmm...H-Honami Ichinose''

''Ichinose huh? What a cute name!! Well, congrats Ichinose you have been promoted from my 'student' to my 'favorite student'. You must feel very proud.''

''...uhhh...s-sure.'' I honestly didn't know how I'm supposed to react to that so I just decided to go with the flow. Plus sensei looked so happy...I hate to be the one to break her bubble.

She then scanned around the classroom making sure to look at everyone, her smile widening with each second.

'' Oops teehee, I haven't even introduced myself, have I? It's Chie Hoshinomiya,'' she tapped her cheeks in a cute manner. ''Hasn't even been 2 minutes since I entered here and I already have a good feeling about this class.''

Well, I have a bad feeling about you sensei!!!!!

''I wonder if Sae also found a favorite student of her own.'' Hoshinomiya sensei seemed to be talking to herself.

Whose Sae?

Chabashira POV

Godamn I hate Ayankouji.

Never have I ever met a student who infuriated me to this degree. I even got my hopes up for him. In Obi-Wan Kenobi's words- YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE!

Plus what kind of student flirts with his teacher this openly. In front of everyone no less.

It's like whenever heard of forbidden relationships.

When I heard rumors about him from the director, my role was to just simply treat him like any other student in class D. But how could anyone pretend that the gold in front of them is copper.

But who could've ever seen this coming? I was expecting him to be something else. A master manipulator with no regard for emotions perhaps? Or someone with a difficult personality and selfish tendencies? Geniuses tend to be odd in the eyes of the ordinary. As a result, I prepared myself to be ready for anything.

What I didn't account for is him being a damn pickup artist!!!!!

Why couldn't you just be a heartless sociopath...who the hell added playboy to the equation?

Kiyotaka POV

Chabashira sensei looked like she was going through some shit.

She looks like a girl who went to Disney Land with her parents but got lost in the crowds along the way and is now crying while looking for mother and daddy.

She is like that one girl who grew up watching Miley Cyrus as Hana Montana but then got Vietnam-style traumatized when she found her wrecking ball video while browsing the internet.

On the bright side of things, my classmates had mixed feelings about me. I could see a lot of the boys looking at me with newfound respect in their eyes. They were trying their best to hide their laughter.

The girls on the other hand were not so amused. It seems they joined Horikita at her unofficial 'glare at Ayanokouji club.'

Though I did see a few of them giggling, especially that short brown-haired girl, gotta memorize her face.

[A/N guess who she is]

Sooo, I could just play the role of a class clown by making it seem like a joke. That appears to be the quickest route out of it. But humor isn't my strong suit, and it honestly sounds like a lot of work.

Believe it or not, I'm not doing this because I got charmed by Chabashira sensei or something superficial like that.

If I hit on every girl that I found hot, then I would basically be a lost cause. Especially since every girl I met at this school so far was a 10. Now that I think about it... it's just weird. I wonder if being hot was a requirement?

I expected a normal school but the rules sensei told us were ...interesting to say the least.

I just wanna know how flexible the rules are, and if it's possible to exploit them by bending them.

But as no one asked any questions themselves, it seems they haven't noticed yet. So if I were to blatantly just ask them then people would get suspicious of me, and perhaps even see me as a leader figure, or even worse, they would start being dependent on me.

That's the last thing I want.

So painting myself as the fool is far more beneficial for me in the long run.

On the other hand, I can also observe how sensei reacts to my advances. Essentially it's killing two birds with one stone.

Chabashira POV

I placed my hand on my forehead trying to calm myself down. Well, I guess it's gonna be another 3 years of unproductivity.

I packed my things and tried to stride off the classroom, 'tried' being the keyword. Just when I was about to leave Ayanokouji raised his hand again. Great, what does he want this time?

''No, you can't have my photo,'' I told him solemnly.

''But I'm attracted to you and according to Newton's Law of Gravitation you are attracted to me, too.''

Oh my ...with such sound logic how could I ever refuse...God, I wanna strangle him.

I could feel my veins pop up in my forehead.

''That's no way to talk to your sensei...''

''In that case, how about I stop calling you my sensei and call you my soulmate instead''

''...''

He stretched his limbs, the crack of his knuckles could be heard reverberating in the classroom.

''Okay enough messing around, I'm gonna stop with the cheesy pick-up lines.'' His entire playful vibe seamlessly disappeared. ''Say sensei, hypothetically speaking can I ask you on a date if the price is right.''

Huh?

''Don't look so anxious I'm not saying I'm gonna do it, I'm saying hypothetically. Besides you're the one who stated we can buy anything as long as we have private points for it, I believe a date falls under the realms of anything.''

Laughter erupted in the classroom.

Everyone was unsurprisingly treating it as a joke. Ayanokouji himself seemed unbothered by it.

However, beneath that question's dumb exterior is actual substance.

So he's sharp enough to figure out that you can use it for more than just simple groceries this quick. The use of private points is significantly more versatile than the students currently know.

But... but...BUT WHY THE HELL IS HE USING HIS INTELLECT TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME??!?.

Come on!! Use it to help your class or something. You don't wanna stay in class D, do you?

I tried to compose myself to make sure my expressions don't betray my feelings. He must be doing this for reason. My faith in him was rapidly rising again.

''Yes, hypothetically you can take me on a date if I accept your payment offer.

''And how much...Hypothetically?''

Tch, this kid. Hypothetically my ass. Does he think I'm some sort of escort? And is this the kind of conversation you have with your sensei?

The whole class was watching quite intently. I could still hear laughter and giggles.

I sighed, '' Let's see here...if u can hypothetically cough up 1 million I might consider it.''

Ayanokoji looked immediately disinterested. Whoa, that was fast. For someone who said I was your soul mate you sure gave up fast!

He looked outside the window, staring at the birds flying by.

What happened to all that motivation from a split second ago? This bastard! Does he think I'm worth less than a million...that was like a 95% discount...guh...wait why am I getting so upset by that?

''That's a shame, now there's no guarantee.'' he softly muttered before slowly seating back.

The class was a mixture of giggles and chuckles.

Though a few astute observers raised an eyebrow at his choice of words. Horikita's eyes suddenly widened as she realized what was going on. Whatever she was thinking, she seemed uninterested in sharing it with the class.

No guarantee huh? What does he...WAIT A MINUTE?

Kiyotaka POV

100K private points a month isn't constant.

Anyone with an acute mind must've realized that crucial fact during sensei's talk about the school rules. She never once mentioned that we are getting 100000 private points every month. Though I still don't know what factors determine the distribution of private points, I'm satisfied for now.

Also, private points are more flexible than I gave them credit for. I wonder if you can pay your way into graduation? I need to watch things play out for now.

On the other hand, I did learn quite a bit about Chabishira sensei.

She is not the type to be swayed by sweet words. If I want her I got to play the long game, corrupting her outer shell little by little before I can have access to the beautiful pearl inside.

That's fine.

I always did consider myself a very patient man.

Chabashira POV

Ayanokouji I never should've doubted you. You used those ridiculous flirty lines to hide your actual questions. My confidence in him was higher than ever.

However, I don't know why you are trying this hard to not seem gifted.

In any case, I'm glad you are showing interest in cracking the rules, so I'm gonna help you a little.

''Instead of focusing on this nonsense, you should use your time more productively.''

By making his banter seem like trivial nonsense, I'm sure I removed any suspicions against him.

''But picturing you naked is the most productive thing I did all day.'' he immediately replied.

...

I felt my fist clench so tightly that it probably left marks. Calm down Sae...calm down. That boy over there is your free ticket to class A. Keep your eyes on the prize.

You are an adult Sae...who cares if your student imagined you naked.

Taking a long breath I simmered down.

''Well students see you in the next class, I need to have a smoke to get ...all of this out of my system.''

With slumped shoulders and an annoyed expression, I left the classroom. But from the corner of my eyes, I could see him waving goodbye at me with a carefree look.

Maybe it was because I wasn't in the right frame of mind, or maybe it was because I was so defeated by this boy's actions...that I actually waved back.

Kiyotaka POV

I have a good feeling about her.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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Character relationship Notes

Ayanokouji discovered that he likes to tease Chabashira Sensei

He has yet to meet Hoshinomiya Sensei

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟓: Class introduction

Kiyotaka POV

"Everyone, can you guys listen to me for a bit?"

A student with a young man's demeanor raised his hand and talked.

"Starting from today, we will be in the same class for the next three years. So, it would be great if all of us could introduce ourselves and become friends. So what do you think?"

Oh... he said something amazing. I can use this to learn everyone's name and face.

"I agree! After all, we don't know each other names, let alone anything about each other."

Following the first person's agreement, the previously hesitant students declared their support.

"My name is Hirata Yousuke . Because I was often called by my first name, Yousuke , in middle school, feel free to use my first name. Although I like all sports, I like soccer in particular, and also plan to play soccer at this school. Please take care of me."

Hirata huh... he seems like the type everyone likes. You know that one guy in every class who almost all the girls have a crush on.

Guess we got a harem King in our class.

He would probably go out with the cutest girl in the class. That's usually how things end up.

"Well, if that was satisfactory... then, can we start self-introductions from the beginning?"

And so the introductions continues.

"I'm Yamauchi Haruki . In elementary school, I played table tennis at the national level, then was the baseball club's ace in middle school—I had uniform number 4. But since I got an injury during Inter-High recently, so I am currently in rehab. Nice to meet ya."

I wonder if his ass is jealous of the amount of shit that just came out of his mouth?

"Then I'm next, right?"

A cheerful girl spoke out, the same one who was on the bus with me.

"My name is Kushida Kikyou , and since none of my friends from middle school came to this school, I want to get to know everyone and become friends!"

Most students finished their greetings after a few words, but Kushida continued to talk.

"First of all, I want to become friends with everyone here. After all of you are done with your introductions, please exchange contact information with me!

Then, during vacations or after school, I want to make memories with many people, so please invite me to many events. I've been talking for a while, so I'll end my self-introduction here."

She will definitely get along with all the boys and girls in the class. She has that 'I am everybody's friend' kinda vibe. A social butterfly to be frank. Bound to be popular.

However, despite her cuteness and angelic presence, I will probably keep my distance from her. Celebrities tend to frequently keep their dating lives hidden or not date at all because it reduces their popularity and likability among their admirers. Kushida, based on her tone and word choice, has a similar mindset.

Of course, I have no problems being just friends with her.

While I was psycho-analyzing everyone's personality based on their self-intro, a certain tsundere was in the back of my mind.

"You know Horikita, as much as I enjoy having a beautiful woman stare at me, I wish you were more subtle about it."

She's been glancing at me back and forth since Chabishira sensei left as if she wants to ask me something but can't decide what. It's starting to get annoying.

Of course, just because she asks me a question doesn't mean that I will answer truthfully. But that's beside the point right now.

You know despite my initial impression of Horikita, she doesn't appear to be a bad person. Has a difficult personality...sure, but that doesn't really bother me. I can almost see us getting along, maybe even becoming friends.

''I never thought stupidity could be a strength, but you certainly proved me wrong, so bravo on that,'' Horikita says plainly.

I wish I could shoot the Ayanokouji from 5 seconds ago for even thinking that we could get along.

''Mmm...I'm jealous of all the people that haven't met you!'' I couldn't help but return an insult.

Did she prance around, waiting for the perfect moment when I let down my guard by thinking of her positively, only to shatter my illusions by verbally attacking me? Women are scary.

Though I'm willing to bet Horikita didn't just wait this long just to tell me I'm dumb. Her noble posture and dignified expressions are enough to convey she has a tremendous amount of self-pride.

That must be what's getting in the way of her thought process.

Ego is a double-edged sword: too little and people will walk all over you; too much and people will avoid you.

''When sensei explained the rules, I thought this school was far too lenient on the students,'' Horikita placed a finger on her chin as if pondering something. ''But your idiotic stunt opened my eyes, how do you think they distribute the private points?''

''You know you could've just started with that instead of insulting me but...whatever.'' I sighed. ''Well , this is a school, so how do you think schools evaluate students?''

''Based on academics? class participation? student discipline? that's all I can think of.''

''Great, you just answered your own question.''

I gave her an unenthusiastic slow clap, but that only seem to piss her off more.

Please stop glaring at me, it's only gonna give you wrinkles.

''This school is very secretive much to my discomfort, I wonder what else they're hiding from us?'' Horikita seemed to be talking to herself rather than me.

''Who knows? Maybe the school is hiding dead bodies under your bed or maybe we will finally know if sex toys are alive in the 'Toy story' universe? The point is...don't think about it. I'm sure the school will answer your questions when the time comes.''

''Mmmm...''

To be honest, I simply offered her bad advice: if you don't understand something, try everything you can to learn it. If you know something is going to become a threat, you don't wait for it to become an issue; you eliminate it before it becomes a nuisance.

At least that's how I lived my life until now.

But I want nothing to do with this school, just like an iceberg in the ocean I will drift aimlessly, minding my own business.

The last thing I want is a 'Titanic' to ruin my day.

A disturbance was brewing as Horikita and I was talking. A bright red-haired boy who appeared to be a delinquent strolled out of the classroom, clearly unwilling to participate in the self-introduction.

At the same time, several other students left the room. They probably had no intention to get to know their classmates. Horikita also started to get up from her seat.

She looked in my direction but got surprised when she realized that I wasn't moving.

''Arent you gonna stick around?'' I asked.

"As much as I would like to watch you fail miserably in making friends, I will have to pass on that " Horikita scoffed.

''Thank you Horikita , thank you for making me realize why God invented the middle finger.''

Tossing a stray strand of hair from her forehead she started walking out of the room.

As I watched her leave with her skirt swaying I came to a firm agreement.

Horikita is a very cold individual, she is blunt with her words and has a cynical view of the world. It would seem my label on her was incorrect. She doesn't put up a strong front to protect her vulnerable inner self; that really is her actual personality.

Suzune Horikita isn't a tsundere, but a kuudere.

Hirata looked a bit lonely as he saw the group walk out of the classroom. But the show must go on.

"I'm Ike Kanji. The things I like are girls, and the things I hate are ikemen . I'm looking for a girlfriend at any time, so nice to meet you! Of course, you better be cute or beautiful!"

Well at least he's honest, I can sort of respect that.

Furthermore, he is young, and what better time to focus on a person's love life than now?

After all, Time waits for no man... time is obviously a woman.

Then, the boy who fought on the bus, Koenji, was up next.

After checking his bangs with a hand mirror, he used a comb to arrange his hair.

"Um, can you introduce yourself"

While smiling like a young aristocrat, he exhibited glimpses of his impudent demeanor. I expected him to stand up, but Koenji remained seated and began his self-introduction.

"My name is Koenji Rokusuke . Being the only heir of the Koenji conglomerate, I am a man who will be responsible for Japanese society in the near future. Pleased to meet you, ladies."

It was an introduction for the women, as opposed to the whole class.

Some girls looked at Koenji with glittering eyes after hearing he was rich, while the others looked at him like he was crazy. ... That's natural.

Red hair, Horikita, Koenji. Then Yamauchi and Ike. This class appeared to have attracted all of the weird students. During this little period, I was able to catch a peek at each of the individuals in my class.

"Um... the next personplease introduce yourself."

Guess it's finally my turn, even though everyone more or less knows my name from the previous stunt I pulled, might as well announce it officially. Fortunately for me, I came prepared just for this occasion.

''My name is Yoshikage Kir- I mean Kiyotaka Ayanokouji . I'm 16 years old. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink. Mountain dew. I'm in bed by 11 PM, and make sure I get eight hours of sleep, no matter what. After having a glass of warm milk and doing about twenty minutes of stretches before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like a baby, I wake up without any fatigue or stress in the morning. I was told there were no issues at my last check-up. I'm trying to explain that I'm a person who wishes to live a very quiet life. I take care not to trouble myself with any enemies, like winning and losing, that would cause me to actually make an effort. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight I wouldn't lose to anyone.''

''...''

The entire class was deafeningly quiet; it appears that my self-introduction reached dangerous levels of 'testosterone,' sending everyone into temporary shock. Even the quick-witted Hirata was blinking, unsure what to reply.

''Was that a mother fucking Jojo reference!?''

At leastSotomura is immune to my introduction.

Feeling self-satisfied I grabbed my school bag and left the classroom before anyone else could critique me. I honestly saw no more reason to stick around.

I didn't want to go to my dorm right away, so I opted to roam around. Explore the campus a little bit. It's about 600 square meters, so I won't be able to see everything in one day. Making up my mind I decided to go to the most popular region.

Keyaki mall.

After a good hour or two of walking around the 5-story main mall complex, I came to a halt in front of a vending machine. There were a variety of soft drinks from well-known brands. It's difficult to select when the options are this diverse, especially since I've never tried one.

Just as I was about to pick one, my gaze was drawn to a certain someone.

A few meters away, a lone girl stared through the glass window of a women's clothing store, where a bunch of hair clips was on display. She appeared to be in a daze while staring at them closely. I'm guessing she's window shopping?

She was still wearing her school uniform like me.

Like a trained assassin, I approach her, my footsteps betraying no sound.

Her back was to me, and she was completely unaware of my presence.

I took the 'Iced tea can' from my right hand and pressed it to her cheeks.

''Eeeeekkkk!!!!'' The abrupt cold metal sensation to her skin made her recoil. In her startled state, she broke through her trance and stared at me, confused.

''Hello again Ichinose.''

' 'Ohh Ayanokouji! what are yo--'' Before she could complete the sentence I held out the iced tea, indicating her to take it.

''Consider it an apology for this morning, you know, you being late and all.''

''I can't do that, it wasn't your fault to begin wit--''

''I kinda figure you would say something like that, in that case...'' I cut her off once more. ''Think of it as a treat from a friend.''

''Ah...'' she seemed to think for a moment. ' 'Don't mind me then.'' She took the iced tea gratefully with a beaming smile on her face.

If Ichinose could be described in a single line, it would be that she is genuinely kind-hearted, compassionate, and a pacifist at heart. She has a strong sense of morality and believes in it wholeheartedly.

The fastest way to bypass those barriers is to paint yourself as her ally. Someone she can trust. A friend essentially.

Though I'm pretty sure she would even show kindness to her enemies too.

An admirable trait, but one that is easily exploitable.

Ichinose slid the can open before taking a sip, her glossy pink lips gentle to the touch. They look so soft. Speaking of soft, wasn't Ichinose the first woman I touched? Her breasts I mean? Even if it was an accident.

Also, she's the first girl I ever called a friend.

She has a benevolent personality, one that draws people in.Her body looks mature for her age, well-toned, athletic, and youthful.

If this school ever has a beauty battle royale, she would definitely rank somewhere in the top ten leaderboards.

I tilted my head while looking at the alluring strawberry blonde girl in front of me, I came to a sound decision. I want her to be my first in a couple of other things too.

''Hey Ichinose, wanna see a magic trick?'' Even though it's a question the answer is pretty obvious. Who in their right mind ever says no to magic.

''Whoa, you can do magic??'' Ichinose's eyes sparkled as she drew her face closer. Too close. Mmmm...Is it just her, or do all girls get this excited by magic?

Psychologically, people mostly act on impulse and intuition, thinking more with their guts than their brains, in a manner of speaking. Because of this, they are prone to believe in the magical rather than the logical.

I took out a small piece of paper and a pen from my pockets.

''This is a simple pen and paper,'' I handed her the items. '' Now for this to work I'm gonna need you to write down your phone number-''

''My phone number! say no more!'' She started scribbling down her digits in an excited manner.

Wait what? Is it supposed to be this easy?I even devised a couple of backup plans in case she declined.

I stood there frozen, completely taken aback by her carefree attitude; is she so fascinated by the idea of magic that she doesn't even realize what she's doing? Mmmmmmmm...oh well.

''Here you go,'' She handed me the paper, watching me intently as I took it.

''Okay make sure to keep your eyes on it.''

Placing the small paper in my palms I closed my fingers forming a fist, but when I opened my fist the paper was gone.

''Oooooohh,'' Ichinose clapped her hands.

Really? she's that impressed? Making little objects in your palm vanish isn't exactly a desirable superpower. I don't think the Avengers would be too thrilled to have me on their team.

I looked at the sun, it's probably gonna set soon.

"well Ichinose it's getting late, I should go. See you later.''

"Oh, sure!" She waved me goodbye, a bright smile planted on her face.

I continued walking till I was certain she couldn't see me anymore. Taking the paper hidden in my sleeves, I dialed her number on my phone before shredding it into a dozen pieces and tossing it in the nearest bin.

Honami Ichinose huh...

She's even the first girl in my contacts.

Can't wait to see more of her.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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Character relationship Notes

Ayanokouji is not interested in Kushida yet

Took a liking to Ichinose for her... unique personality. Since she likes magic so much, he's thinking of making her virginity ' magically' disappear.

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟔: Kiryūin Senpai

[Kiyotaka POV]

After receiving my dorm key, I headed to my apartment.

Every apartment is equipped with its own bath, toilet, and kitchen, so there should be no inconveniences in my daily life. A basic set of furniture is also provided.

I calculated the time needed to gain control of the front entrance and located the emergency exits. I like being ready for anything.

Opening another door further in the apartment, a prominently placed set of kitchen and household goods catches my eye.

They seem to be in good shape, and I can confirm with a glance that the room itself will be a more than adequate living environment given my needs.

My exploration continued until I reached my bedroom.

Left there by myself, I lied down on my bed while vacantly staring up at the ceiling.

It's hard to relax inside a new lair until it's ingrained with your scent. Even so, I'll start living at this tempo every day from now on, going to school every morning, so there's no real need to rush things.

If I actively spend every day packing myself with potentially useful knowledge, someday this sort of lifestyle might come naturally to me.

The effort strikes me as a little troublesome, but as a great man once said... when it comes to your life and your women, a little bit of trouble is just about right.

_

Opposites attract, it's a well-known statement in romance. However, the proverb is deceptive.

You are not drawn to someone who is the polar opposite of you. You are drawn to someone who possesses what you do not. In some respects, it's extremely poetic; essentially, you fall in love with someone who completes you, someone who is your missing piece.

What is the point of knowing this?

Well...It is easier to seduce someone who is unhappy with their life; someone who is pleased with their life cannot be seduced since they don't desire what others possess and are content with what they have.

It's been a week since I came here, so far nothing productive happened. Maybe it's my fault since I chose to take a more passive approach, for now, silently observing everyone around me.

On the first day, a bunch of the boys did gather around me after that 'sensei incident' but left one by one when they realized I have a ...uh... 'boring' personality.

Kinda sad if you think about it, but it doesn't really bother me. The fewer people around me the better. I like working covertly.

There was that one-time Kushida came to me asking for my contact information, but I didn't regard it as anything special. She did the same for everyone in the class and even went beyond our class. Unlike me, her enthusiasm for making friends is rather admirable.

However, there was one person who piqued my interest. At first impression, she does not stand out and appears to be plain. As a result, no one talks to her, and she herself seems to be introverted. I've seen her glance at groups with a wistful gaze, so unlike Horikita, she truly seeks companionship.

So perhaps it's more like she's scared of making friends?

Airi Sakura.

Pass that lackluster pink hair and beyond those fake glasses is a gorgeous petite face. A face and body that would look great in any fashion magazine.

My neighbor Horikita started packing her thing to go home.

''See you tomorrow Horikita.''

''Tch.''

Sadly my innocent farewell was met with a sharp gaze and an annoyed expression.

I'm 92% sure she doesn't like me, but I am 100% sure that I don't care.

Mine and Horikita's relationship is nothing to brag about, to say the least, though I can confidently say she only talks to me. Not sure if that's a good thing or not.

I rose from my seat and proceeded to Sakura's desk. She was quietly packing her belongings. But, just as I was about to get to my destination, I was stopped by two figures.

''Hey, Ayanokouji wanna go to karaoke with us?''

'' There's gonna be girls.''

Ike and Yamauchi. They are one of the few people who talk to me on a daily basis, I think they count as friends. Right? What exactly qualifies someone as a friend?

' 'Yeah...I'm going to pass, but thanks for asking.'' I shrugged my shoulders.

''Huh? I expected you of all people to jump at the opportunity. What are you? Gay?''

''Don't even bother Ike, he won't budge unless it's a sensei...pfft.''

They laughed as they walked up to Sudo's desk next, perhaps intending to invite him as well. Sudo, on the other hand, was fast asleep on his desk with his head buried down, in fact, I'm pretty sure has been like that since class started.

The fact that jellyfish survived 650 million years despite not having brains gives hope to people like them.

I ignored what had just happened and returned my attention to Sakura, but as I moved, I felt a slight tug on my shirt from behind me.

The universe seems pretty intent in me not seeing Sakura today.

Looking back it was Matsushita. She's someone who gets along with both the boys and girls and usually hangs out with Karuizawa's group. That's odd I wonder what she wants from me?

''Ayanokouji wanna have lunch together?''

Okay, this is very unexpected. I don't remember raising any flags when it came to her. Heck, I don't even think I talked to her once.

Of course, I'm not dissatisfied or anything, I myself find her to be quite attractive. With her long eyelashes, gradient blue eyes, and a warm smile that gives the impression of a caring older sister.

However, I am not the type of person who believes that things happen for no reason.

' 'Well, that came out of the blue, any specific reason why?'' I asked.

''Mmm...dunno but if I had to pick, It's cause you always eat alone so I figured why not just invite you.''

Guess I was spot on about the caring sister part. I saw no traces of lies on her face, but I'm sure that's not the only reason.

Looking back from the corner of my eye, I noticed Sakura exiting the door with her head down. Guess today's not the day. Well, it doesn't really matter, it's not like she is going anywhere.

Seeing that I have nothing better to do, I might as well go along with Matsushita. That would be faster than me speculating what she wants.

''sur--'' I stopped myself when I felt a vibration in my pockets. Taking out my phone I found a single message.

From an unknown number.

Meet me in the park within an hour

The park?... Well, I have no reason to listen to it whatsoever. I'm just going to treat it as spam mail. Just as I was about to turn off my phone, I received another notification.

‿)

Hunt me down? What's that supposed to mean? Now I'm just curious about the sender. Plus what's up with that cute emoji at the end. It doesn't make things better you know.

''Sorry Matsushita, I gotta take a rain check on that offer.''

''W-Wait h-hold on...''

'' Yeah, I just remembered I had something to do. Maybe some other time. Cya.'' I left before she could reply.

Strolling through the school hallways I headed to my current destination- The park.

Now then, let's see who this mystery sender is.

_ _

Even though the school doesn't allow its students to leave, it compensates with its facilities and commodities. One such example is the local park. A vast and well-maintained land to which every student has access to.

While walking across the park, I came to a critical realization. Who exactly should I be looking for? The message made no mention of what he/she looks like.

The huge boundless blue sky, soft and pure, floated above me, with streaks of white clouds coming and departing. I was very bored, and I had an hour to wait. Maybe I should've just gone with Matsushita for lunch.

I pondered until-

''Over here.''

I looked around wondering if that voice was meant for me.

"Ah..."

My eyes were stolen by her appearance.

Long platinum-silver hair and crimson eyes.

Delicate and beautiful, like finely carved porcelain, she was a girl who gave the impression of hardness as well as brittleness. There was no possibility such a conveniently lovely human being could exist.

She was dressed in her school uniform,with a black shirt under the red blazer and black tights that emphasized her thighs, along with a dark headband that complimented her sliver hair.

Her skin was white and smooth as if it was highlighted and looked shining. Looking at her face from the side, he couldn't think of any other word to describe it other than a perfect beauty. Her red eyes that looked as if they were emitting light themselves were filled with delight, it was as if her long eyelashes were hiding that amusement. That charming gaze was directed at me.

Her glossy pink lips were moving.

''You came quicker than I expected.''

Those red eyes were reflecting light in a sparkle.

Even the models who appeared on TV, when contrasted to the girl in front of my eyes, were just like regular people.

''Don't just stand there, come have a seat.'' She patted the empty bench.

While I do admire beauty, I'm not the type to be swayed away by someone's charm, much less their words.

The girl knitted her eyebrows and showed an annoyed expression when I just stood there in silence.

''I wonder if you don't have the intelligence to understand words? This is the first time I came across an animal like this...''

Aaand...she can be mean as well.

With a deep sigh, I approached her; even though I had no idea what she wanted, I saw no reason not to hear her out.

''Are you the sender?'' I asked while showing her my phone.

''Kiryūin,'' her devilish smile returning to her face. '' Fūka Kiryūin.''

She said her name like she was an evil lawyer about to bail me out of jail for that murder I definitely didn't cause. Wink, Wink.

''Kiyotaka Aya--'' I tried saying my name.

''I know.'' She cut me off with a mischievous smile.

I sat down next to her, making sure there was at least a couple of inches between us.

Just as I was about to ask what she wanted,Kiryūin sat up.

''You know what? I can't concentrate on an empty stomach, lets go grab lunch. My treat.'' She said while stretching her arms. Without even looking back she left, leaving me no choice but to follow her.

If only I knew how much nuisance this woman was gonna bring to me, I would've yeeted myself outta there ASAP, avoiding her like the plague.

But...fate had other plans with me.

[Matsushita POV]

I walked over to Palled. It's a really popular spot for first years, and it's where my friends and I normally meet up. I headed up to the table in the far-middle, where two of my buddies were already seated. Satou sipped her strawberry smoothie, while Karuizawa typed something on her phone. I sat down right next to her.

''Well?? where is he? Satou leaned in to whisper.

''He said he had other things to do'' I answered honestly.

''Uhh...really?'' Satou made a disappointed pout.

I was honestly surprised when she told us about her ah..little crush on Ayanokouji. I didn't think she would dabble into romance this fast, I mean it's only been a week.

But I'm not sure why she's making me ask him; wouldn't it be better if she did it herself?

''Remind me again what you even see in him?'' Karuizawa asked while scrolling through the latest fashion trends on her phone, clearly uninterested in the conversation. A half-eaten Italian croissant in front of her.

'' If you ignore his stunt in Day 1, he's sorta...h-he's actually k-kinda...well..'' Satou seemed to be struggling to say the last part.

''Satou, I don't speak mumbling...' '

' 'Okayyy he's actually kinda hot, THERE I SAID IT!'' Satou was getting a little heated up. A faint blush was visible on her cheeks.

''Ayanokouji...Ayanokouji?...Ayan--'' Karuizawa took a breather before tilting her head and closing her eyes as if trying to recall what he looked like. Jeez...Karuizawa, how do you not remember him...we're in the same class.

''Here...'' Satou sighed and handed over her phone, which had Ayanokouji's photo on it.

''Do I even wanna ask why you have his picture on your phone?'' Karuizawa raised an eyebrow.

''SHADDUP!'' Satou was completely flustered.

Karuizawa glanced at the screen and that was enough to jog her memory. ''Ohhh! he's the guy who's got a crush on our sensei!''

''H-hey don't s-say that!!!'' Satou panicked.

''What? it's not like I'm wrong.'' Karuizawa took a bite of her croissant. ''I'm pretty sure I saw him give a rose to sensei the other day.''

'' Y-Yeah well, I'm pretty sure I saw sensei throw it in the trash after class ended. So their feelings are obviously not mutual.''

''Now now let's not get feisty here,'' I tried to calm Satou down, I keep forgetting how sassy Karuizawa can be. Sometimes I feel like I act like a pillar for this group, making sure petty fights doesn't break out. ''I'm pretty sure it's illegal for a teacher to date their student anyway, so you can sleep soundly knowing nothing will ever happen between him and sensei.''

''Matsushita!!... I knew I could on you!!''

''Yeah don't worry it's not like he's gonna find another girl this fas...OH MY GOD HE'S RIGHT THERE!''

Satou and Karuizawa turned their faces to where I was looking.

Entering the cafe was Ayanokouji himself with his usual deadpan expression, but what caught our eye was the girl next to him.

She was tall, almost taller than him, and stacked. Even from the layers of clothing, it was obvious that she had a strong, athletic build, and from the way she steps into the room like she fucking owns it. Anyone could tell she's a woman who is used to being in control.

A fearless smile planted on her face, one that could make a supermodel quit the business inshame.

When they passed through our table, the three of us instinctively ducked our heads so they wouldn't notice us.

''Huh...,'' Karuizawa observed as Ayanokouji and the mystery girl sat at the empty table in the corner of the cafe. ''Guess I really underestimated him.''

''W-what no w-way,'' Satou shrieked.

Karuizawa placed a hand on Satou's shoulder with a very serious look on her face, a face that is rarely seen.

''Karuizawa...'' Satou looked at her like a pupil about to receive some secret advice from her sensei. A knowledge that could change the tides of war.

''Yeah...give up, you got zero chance.'' She said casually.

''G-GUH...''

'' Ahem...How do I say this?...'' Karuizawa tapped her forehead, trying to come up with the words. '' You see Satou, you are a woman, but that, THAT'S A WOMAN. C apisce ?''

''WHAT IS THAT EVEN SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?!''

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[Just a heads up things will escalate fast now that he finally met Fukka. And when I say escalate I mean in an ahem...NSFW direction.]

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Character relationship Notes

Kei doesn't really have an impression of Ayanokouji, apart from being the guy who hits on female teachers

Matsushita is the same as Kei, but is working towards helping Satou in her love conquest

Satou...well she has a better chance with him here than the actual canon version

Fukka-( ͜͡ʖ ͡)

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟕: 'Fuuka senpai' The world's worst wingman

[Ayanokouji POV]

I was in one of the school's Starbacks cafe, conversing with a random girl who piqued my curiosity. She was a third-year student, and I even got coffee for both of us. She could be seen showing interest in what I was saying and even laughing at the jokes I cracked. Her cute smile was a breath of fresh air.

It was only now, that the conversation took a rather unusual turn.

''Sooo...let me get this straight, you are telling me that if I rub your ah...thing.'' She pointed at my crotch while talking. '' A genie is going to come out?''

''Only if you rub it hard enough'' I said with a wink.

''...''

I left the cafe, enjoying the cool air outside, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around, I found the energetic Kiryuin senpai grinning at me.

''Sooooo how did it go?~~'' she asked, her voice like a siren.

' 'What do you think?'' I pointed at my face which was now dripping with coffee.

'' Meh..I expected much worse, that's a win in my book.''

''Fuck off Fukka.'' I started walking in the direction of my dorms.

''Hey now, is that the way you talk to your lovable senpai?'' She placed an arm over my shoulder pulling me close like we were two long-time childhood friends. ''Now let's move to the next target.''

''grrr...''

--

[2 HOURS AGO]

I was tapping my fingers on the table looking bored. Our table was at the very end corner of the cafe, where no one usually sits, giving it a sort of confidential vibe. Facing Fukka who was in front of me, I couldn't help but sigh. She was going through her 5th plate of vanilla pastry, while I took a sip of my normal water.

Where do all those calories even go? I lowered my eyes from her face to her big boobs. Never mind I think I just found my answer.

''You sure you don't wanna eat anything,'' Fukka asked with a mouth full of pastry. ''Like I said it's my treat.''

' 'I will pass. Can you just say what you want Kiryuin senpai, so I can go home?'' I replied in an annoyed tone.

''Call me Fukka, and lose the senpai.''

So she wants me to use a more informal tone with her. I have no issues with that. But...it doesn't really answer why she called me here.

Fukka stood up and sat down next to me, our shoulders touching. She drew me close by wrapping one of her hands around my neck. Even through her clothes, I could feel her body heat. And she smelled so good I couldn't believe it.

She pointed in front of her, at all the students sitting with their friends, and ordering food and drinks.

'' Ayanokouji, what do you see?''

''Uh...customers?'' I asked a bit confused. Where is she going with this?

However, there is one pattern that I noticed. All of the customers are female. I haven't seen a single male yet, and I'm probably the only one here. I had no idea the girls had such a strong monopolization over this cafe.

''Well, I see a harem, your's for the taking.'' She said casually.

I nearly choked on the water I was drinking.

I stared at her perplexed, Fukka's eyes had a strange predatory glint to them.

Yup, there is no doubt about it.

This chick is insane. I heard that it's always the hot ones that are bat shitpsychos. Kinda ironic now that I think about it.

I tried removing her arm from my shoulders, but that only made her grip me tighter. Granted, it did feel good to have a beautiful girl so close to me, but now is not the time for that.

''I know about your little hobby.'' She whispered soothingly in my ear.

I maintained my poker face, if she expected me to lose my composure then she's knocking at the wrong door.

My hobby? Is she talking about my new curiosity to sleep with a girl? If so I call only think of a few explanations on how she found out.

'' Ayanokouji I'm gonna teach you how to live.'' Fukka looked at me with a seductive smile. ''So, what do you say?''

There are only two ways a person can get out of an undesirable situation peacefully. One of them involves nuclear warheads, while the other involves just going with the flow.

''Will you let me go if I say yes.''

I just wanna go home.

--

Fuck.

I should've never said 'yes'.

''Fukka...this is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.''

Just do it, thank me later when you get laid.

I was speaking with Fukka via the Bluetooth earbud she had given me; despite its small size, it is rather useful. I looked behind me, and sure enough, Fukka was following me, albeit at a reasonable distance, but close enough to see me.

I stopped right before a clothing store called the 'Red Rose'.

''Alright, I reached my destination.''

Roger that, now initiate plan delta.

Why is she making it sound like I'm in a spy movie?

I took a look around as I entered a clothing store that had both male and female clothing. The cashier was in the far corner, looking like he was about to doze off to sleep any second. He didn't even notice my presence.

I prepared for phase 2 by sneaking into the window display and making sure the cashier doesn't spot me.

The camera visuality does not extend to the window exhibit, which had two teenage-sized male mannequins in the display, just like Fukka said it would.

Gently removing one of the mannequins from its place, I took its position, replacing it. Taking a deep breath I assumed a comfortable pose and then-

Freeze.

Just like the Mannequin, I stood there in a pose, completely motionless.

I could see Fukka sitting on the outside bench giving me a thumbs up while smirking.

Ugh...that woman.

Her bewitching voice could be heard from the earbud.

After ten minutes or so, a pretty girl with short blue hair walked by while holding a Starbucks coffee. She came to a halt immediately in front of me, looking at me skeptically through the tempered glass. She looked at the mannequin to my right, then back at me, obviously perplexed as to why I appeared so realistic.

The girl seemed to be ofaverage height with short blue hair that has a single small hair strand sticking up and purple eyes. She was still in her school uniform, a blue bowtie and an orange shirt under the blazer. Her greatest asset was definitely her legs, those thighs under that short skirt looked mesmerizing to look at.

Someone could make a religion out of it.

Damn it Fukka you don't have to yell, I got eyes you know?

Slowly I started to move, giving the impression that I had "come to life". Blue-hair stood there frozen with her mouth wide open. I did an Oscar-worthy performance of acting surprised when I saw bluehair. Or at least I think I did, I have no idea what face I'm currently making.

Then I motioned with my hands for her to come inside. She broke from her trance and immediately bolted for the front door. I could hear her rapidly approaching footsteps.

Fukka could be heard chanting in my ear.

The girl stood there a dozen inches from me, I walked over to her.

''W-Wait how...?''Blue-hair seemed out of breath, the coffee still in her arms.

' 'You see, I have seen you walk by hundreds of times from here, and prayed every night that one day I would become real just so I could touch your skin,'' I told her with a straight face.

Blue-hair looked at me, her eyes mesmerized. I brought my right hand near her cheek, gently caressing it. And instead of using pepper spray on me...you know like a normal person, she actually blushed.

Wait, don't tell me she actually believes this crap?

Fukka told me that girls love fantasy elements like destiny, horoscopes, spirit animals, fortune-telling, and vampires. Fucking vampires.

And it seems that her words did have some merit behind them.

''I never got to learn your name?'' I asked with sincere eyes.

''I-Ibuki...Mio Ibuki.''

With each passing second, Ibuki's blush deepened. If she's this easy to deceive, I'm scared to think what will happen to her if she's released into society. However, Ibuki's blush suddenly faded away and she raised an eyebrow.

''Wait, how could you have seen me hundreds of times when I'm a first-year. I just got here a week ago.''

I immediately moved my hands and sighed in relief. Thank God she has common sense...Wait...isn't that bad for me?

She stood there, glaring daggers at me like I just kicked her cat.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

''Because ...I'm a time-traveling vampire.'' I decided to press my luck.

''...''

--

Ibuki walked out of the store, fuming like an enraged wolf.

I followed, my face soaked with coffee once more, the only difference being a red palm mark on my cheeks. I could have avoided that slap, but I figured that I probably deserved it.

''Wow, you still have your poker face. Nothing can faze you can it?'' Fukka tossed me a towel like she was expecting me to get drenched.

This woman.

Tho, there was something different about Fukka, and it had to do with what she was holding. A ball of fur. A dog.

It seemed to be those small breeds, the extra cuddly kind.

''I aimed for the one with the biggest paws and floppiest ears.'' She said while petting the dog.

'' I don't get it.''

'' You see, studies have shown these are the most significant factors that make a woman sleep with a guy, just to hang out with his puppy.''

'' I still don't get it.''

Fukka ignored what I was saying and handed me the dog and its collar.

'' Now leash up your new best friend and take him to the park. Once you've identified your target, I will tell you what to do.''

''...''

--

Just as Fukka ordered, I walked around the park with my brand new dog. The Bluetooth earbud still on. Most people looked at me funny, probably wondering why a student has a pet.

When I asked Fukka about it, she said something about senior privileges.

After searching for a while, I found a gorgeous and interesting target. There was a girl sitting alone on a beach towel in an isolated area on the grass, drawing something in a sketchbook.

Her thigh-length purple hair shined in the sun. Itwas tied in a long ponytail on the right side with bangs swept to the right side and purple eyes. Her most iconic feature was her scowl.

Even though she was doing something as peaceful as drawing, she had an angry expression planted on her face.

Most people would naturally find a look like that undesirable, but it only added to her charm. Kinda makes me wonder if she is gonna look pissed off even during sex.

Alright, Now let the puppy loose in her direction and give chase.

Just like that, I released the collar from the dog, Immediately it ran in the direction of purple hair.

The cute barks of the puppy alerted purple-hair, she dropped her sketchbook before catching the running dog.

She picked it up and stared at the puppy for a few seconds, her scowl still adamant on her face. Guess a cute puppy isn't enough to change that...or so I thought.

In the next second, she showed a rather meek smile before burying her face in its fur like it's a teddy bear. I didn't expect her to fawn over the dog this fast.

What surprised? The only thing more attractive to a woman than a puppy is a puppy made out of chocolate diamonds

I approached purple-hair, while the collar was still in my hands.

She looked up at me probably wondering if I'm the owner.

''I'm new at this whole dog thing. I was walking by a burning building and saved this little guy. But now I'm not sure if my dorm is puppy safe.'' I just told her the B.S script Fukka told me to memorize.

Purple-haired appeared too preoccupied with rubbing her cheeks against the soft white fur of the little puppy to pay attention to the details of what I was saying.

Guess she's a dog person.

''Maybe you could help me out?''

''Oh...'' She suddenly seemed interested. ''What's his name?''

"No, you'll make fun of me." I tried to sound embarrassed, even though it came out monotone.

''Come on, you can tell me, I promise I won't laugh,'' She said while scratching the puppy's ear.

"Well, actually, my dog's a she. I named her after one of my idols."

"Okay, what's her name?"

I did a dramatic pause before the grand reveal. "Micheal Obama."

' 'Pfft...hehe,'' She giggled.

Even though she promised not to laugh, I didn't mind. In fact, I kinda liked it. Purple-hair doesn't seem like the type to ever laugh, so the fact that I somehow managed to do it seemed like an achievement of its own.

Maybe listening to Fukka wasn't a bad idea after all.

Awesome! Now take your target home and teach her how to sit and roll over.

''There you are.'' Before I could talk further with purple hair, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

Chabishira Sensei stood there with her arms folded, staring at me annoyed. Her lustrous black hair which is typically in a ponytail, was now lose, Reaching all the way to her back. But what drew my eye was her attire. A black tank top with black shorts, like she just got out of the shower. I have never seen her wear something so casual before.

'' Wow sensei, I like your dress...but it would look even better on my bedroom floor.''

I discovered that I kinda like teasing Chabishira sensei, mainly because she doesn't say anything back. So I'm trying to find out how far I can push it.

''Can I have my dog back?'' And as expected sensei sighed and ignored my comment.

I looked at Michele Obama behind me, who was currently resting in Kamuro's lap.

Wait doesn't the belong to Fukka? Did she steal a dog...no, no..even Fukka wouldn't go this far? Right? RIGHT?

''That's not yours..'' I told her unsure.

''Really?'' She showed me an 'I don't believe you face'. '' Ms. Cupcake come back to mama.''

Micheal Oba- I mean Ms. Cupcake reacted quickly, leaping off Kamuro and sprinting back to Chabishira sensei, licking her feet.

I'm not sure which is more shocking: Fukka stealing a puppy or the idea that someone as serious as Chabishira sensei named their dog 'Ms. Cupcake.'

She gave the puppy a treat from her pockets, before taking it back with her to the direction of the teacher's dorm. She didn't even give me a second glance.

...

Well... that just happened.

I shrugged it off and started walking away. When I realized something.

I looked back at purple hair behind me, her eyes were hidden behind her bangs, and her hands shaking. It doesn't take a genius to figure out she's pissed. More specifically, pissed at me.

Well, that relationship is unsalvageable. Mmmm...Fukka did tell me about a backup plan. Might as well use it at this point.

I put the dog collar around my neck before handing Purple-hair the leash. She looked up at me, very confused.

''Wanna try BDSM with me?'' I asked with a poker face.

''...''

I returned to Fukka with a sour look and my face dripping in coffee. PURPLE-HAIR WASN'T EVEN DRINKING COFFEE! It's like coffee automatically manifests out of thin air the moment I mess up. I might have coffee phobia at this rate.

The sun was setting and the sky turned to a mesmerizing orange. Fukka was leaning against a tree, humming a song I never heard. The moment she saw me, she headed my way with a smile.

Without saying a word Fukka patted my head, not caring that its wet with caffeine. Although I would never admit it, it surprisingly felt good. Enough to make me forgive her for all the stupid antics she made me go through... is what I would've said if I were a simp. And I ain't no SIMP.

I showed her the middle finger before heading back to my dorm.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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Character relationship Notes

Ibuki fucking hates Ayanokouji for now

Chabishira sensei is indifferent to him

Fukka(‿‿) (‿‿)

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟖: First Kiss tastes like vanilla

[ Kiyotaka POV]

The moon looks beautiful today.

The night sky at this school is rather stunning, maybe because it's so far from the main city, so there is no external light filtering out the stars. I thought strolling through the park would cleanse my mind from BS Fukka made me go through.

At least that was the plan, but now I got a senpai pressing her breasts against my back, with her arms around my neck.

I'm so used to her body being all up on me, that I don't even have to look behind to know who it is.

''What do you want now Fukka?''

''You know how in anime the sensei's would always throw their disciples on mountains just to see if they can survive. What I did was the same! I was testing you to see if you're worth my time.''

''I see... Well, I hope I brutally failed your tests.''

''Failed my Test!! Far from it! You passed with flying colors!!'' She patted my back excitedly. ''I mean why else would I ever make you go through all that?''

''Because you are a sadist who enjoys the misfortune of others?

''Heh..is that what you really think of me? Now I'm just hurt.'' Fukka pretended to wipe away her imaginary tears.

I just looked at her with a deadpan face.

''Alright! Alright! You are probably the most fun I had since I come to this boring school. Can you blame a girl for messing around?''

''Wow...what a sob story, but can I go now?''

''Ayanokouji, I believe you and I met for a reason. It's like the universe was saying, ''Hey Fukka, there's this dude, he's pretty cool, but it's your job to make him awesome.''

I turned my face to look her in the eyes, but that made me realize how short of a distance we were from each other. I could feel her breath against my neck and if I were to lean in a bit, I would be able to kiss her. Fukka grinned like she knew what I was thinking.

''Can I get a refund from the universe?'' I said while removing myself from her embrace.

''...''

Did she really think I would fawn over her just because she's good-looking? I rather play Minecraft with Horikita.

As I began walking away, I was suddenly pushed against the tree with a loud thud, enough to alert anyone nearby.

I found myself pinned against the tree by my senpai. Did Fukka just kabedon me?

I could've disengaged her, but she didn't pin me with the intention of harm, so my body naturally didn't react.

Fukka wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me into another embrace like before, only this time it's from the front. And the difference... was night and day.

Previously I had to use my imagination.

but now...

I could see her breasts changing shape as she rubbed against me, as well as all the other little details I hadn't noticed before. Like how long and detailed her eyelashes are, or how her gorgeous crimson eyes had a distinct shine to them in the moonlight, or how soft and well-cared her skin was, but it was her glossy pink lips that struck out the most.

''You ever watched 'Star Wars' Ayanokouji?''

'' Liked the prequels, hated the sequels,'' I replied while still maintaining my composure.

'' Fufu good answer.'' She caressed my cheek gently, her hand warm to the touch.

''Think of me like Yoda, but instead of being little and green, I'm sexy and awesome. I'm your senpai—I'm Senpai-da!''

This young lady is either high or under the influence of drugs. And I'm not interested in waiting to find out.

Someone, please get this sexual pervert off of me. Where is the virgin police when you need them?

''Yeah, that's great and all, but go bother some other guy. I'm sure there are plenty out here.'' Her natural proximity made me inhale her scent, and I'm starting to get intoxicated by it. Are all girls supposed to smell this good?

' 'Trueee, but I'm sure I won't find another Ayanokouji.'' She said while running her hand through my hair.

Elon Musk once famously tweeted that he is working towards genetically engineering catgirls. How I wish he focused on creating clones instead. So many of my problems would be solved by that.

White room? Who cares? just send my clone in there.

Crazy white-haired senpai who's horny? No problem! Just give her my clone so she can use it as her personal sex toy.

Fukka tilted her head and looked at me with a curious gaze. Her signature smirk disappeared for the first time.

''Help me understand,'' She brought her lips near my ear, her voice causing goosebumps on my skin. '' You want to sleep with a girl right? Annnnd... I'm practically throwing myself at you, so why do you look so annoyed? Shouldn't you be overjoyed?''

I sighed, the faster I respond the faster I can get out of here.

I spent last week Just observing people while taking a passive approach. In the 19s the Russians would send KGB spies posing as Americans, to select and spy on powerful political targets in case they needed to be assassinated. I'm the same in that regard.

Well...not the assassination part.

But I was selecting a target.

''The number 1 thing I look for in a girl is not how beautiful she is, or how lively her personality is, or even how many assets she has. It's how little trouble she brings me.''

Marla Lopez, a 54-year-old woman is known to be the world's pickiest eater. She's never eaten a piece of fruit or even tried a green vegetable her whole life.

I guess I'm just as picky when in regards to women.

''You, on the other hand, are at the very bottom list of girls I wanna be with, Not only are you a natural trouble-magnet, you are literally 'TROUBLE'. You are like the manifestation of trouble whose sole purpose is to bother my peaceful life.''

I happen to really like peace in my life. That's like my numero uno. Heck if peace was an actual person, I would've married her already. Then maybe tie her hands to my bedframe while getting all down and dirty on her. Peace-chan happens to be a very kinky girl.

Fukka was surprisingly silent listening to everything I say with an ever-present interest. Like a son listening to their dad talking about the birds and the bees.

Is she hurt? Well, that's for the best. Finally, I can get rid of her. I should get myself a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

Oh wait, I'm underage...

''You know at first I was just curious about you,'' Fukka's eyes had a sudden predatory glint as her smile widened. ''But now, Now I just WANT you!''

'' Damn Fukka, you need to get those ears checked out, I feel like you are deaf an--''

Before I could complete my sentence her lips met mine, and the world seemed to melt away.

The fragrance of her perfume and the taste of warm vanilla was intriguing. With my eyes open, her warm breath felt like a summer breeze. Her delicious lips melted like chocolate in my mouth.

Her lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against my own. I could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath my nose, her fingers carding through my hair as we breathed each other in. Before finally parting ways.

She looked at me with a smug look, her body still pressed against mine.

''Sooo~~ How was your first kiss?''

''Why do you taste like vanilla?'' I said with a grumpy voice while wiping my mouth with my sleeves.

''Hehe, I will take it as a compliment...But don't look so upbeat, it was my first time too,'' She traced her lips with her finger, probably reminiscing the kiss.

Though that vulnerability only lasted a second before she brought her predatory gaze back to me, lunging forward, hand striking the tree while forcing her lips onto mine. Tongue forced its way into my mouth and immediately twirled. Exploring every inch of my mouth while not giving me a chance to even reciprocate the feeling.

Touching me as she pleases, throwing her tits around as she pleases, and then kissing me as she pleases...

She's really starting to piss me off.

Well if this is what she wants... Might as well use her as a test dummy for my future conquests.

If I can't explore the insides of her mouth, I rather just explore her body.

Lifting my hands up, my fingers trailed up to her sides. Feeling the tough, but flexible muscles that laced every inch of her belly and back from under her shirt. One hand traveled up her belly, scratching at the increasingly flushing Fukka's body while my other hand pulled her waist close, to give me better access to her soft and supple butt that seemed to melt in my hands, even though her panties were still in the way.

''W-Well well well someone is finally getting in the mood-d... hah Suck Nh''

I kissed her just to shut her up. Surprisingly effective, sadly not practical.

My hand squeezed her hip and pulled her forward.Her hips ground against mine. Fingers trail under her panties as far as they can go, firmly grabbing onto her butt. My other hand already reached her plentiful breasts kneading it gently, tho that dumbass bra acted like a major obstacle. A moan pushed out from her mouth—she was definitely feeling it.

"Nh Suck Ah Nh, kiss''

Fukka lightly bit my lower lips before nibbling on them. She uttered a delightful moan as my tongue played with hers.

The kissing intensified with scintillating touches and stimulating gestures. I plunged my tongue deeper and deeper savoring her taste.

Squeezing her breast and butt, Fukka let out a mewling noise as she finally broke free from my lips. A strand of saliva still connecting us. Her eyes now glowed a beautiful red while holding a gaze of pure lust.

I must've overdone it because she was left a gasping mess, her face fully flushed and her knees weak. I never knew she could make a face like that.

She rested her forehead on my shoulder trying to get her breathing stabilized. And for a while, we stayed like this, basking in the moonlight.

''Y-You know most girls would be fucking pissed if you look at them with a poker face after a hot makeout session.''

''I have a hard time expressing myself.''

''Ya I know,'' she purred.

Fukka licked her lips before looking down at the growing tent on my pants.

"Let's be friends Ayanokouji," she brought her lips close to my ear, tongue lightly trailing over it for a moment, "Best of friends." She bit my earlobe once again, lightly beginning to suck on it like a suckling cat.

I eyed her suspiciously but stayed silent.

She eventually released me from her embrace, before walking away in the direction of her dorms without looking back. Her white hair glistering in the dark.

I stood there leaning against the tree until Fukka's figure became nothing more than a dot.

''But Fukka... Friends don't kiss friends.'' I finally whispered.

That woman is so troublesome, but I more or less understand her by now.

Just from the way she presents herself, you can tell she comes from a wealthy family. She would've been so much easier to deal with if she was a rich spoiled brat, but sadly Fukka has talents to back up her arrogance.

Life tends to be dull in the eyes of those who have everything. Hence why she is driven by 'anything' that can keep her entertained. The problem is, right now, that 'anything' is me.

I probably need to brush my teeth thrice just to get her taste off my mouth.

How annoying.

And just like that, I left. Heading for my room. I'm too tired to even confront the three white rabbits stalking me all day.

--

[Karuizawa POV]

Just as Ayanokouji left, the bushes on the backside of the tree started rustling, and out popped out three faces. Mine included.

''I can't believe I spent the entire day stalking him with you guys,'' I said while brushing the leaves off her skirt.

''Hey, we weren't stalking. Stalking implies that there was a dubious intent in mind.'' Matsushita retorted while removing the small branches stuck on her hair. ''We were...merely observing him, you know for research. Right Satou?''

Matsushita actually scares me now. This girl is a natural when it comes to stalking. We would've been caught so many times if it weren't for her. I don't know whether to be proud or concerned.

''I can't believe that succubus is so clingy towards Ayanokouji! My Ayanokouji!'' Said a pissed-off Satou clearly not listening to mine or Matsushitas's conversations.

Needless to say, when that senpai slammed Ayanokouji against the tree, the force caused the three of us to flee into the bushes without glancing up for fear of being seen. We couldn't hear anything because we weren't within hearing distance, and it was so black that we couldn't see anything either.

I feel like we missed something big...but OH WELL!

''Okie Dokie Satou, I got good news and bad news.'' I started explaining. '' The good news is that they aren't dating. She wouldn't have let him hit on those other girls if they were. Even though it all ended in utter failure''

''Bad news, she's horny,'' Matsushita continued.

''Very horny,'' I completed.

''I mean have you seen the way she clings onto him.''

''Yeah, I was like, C'MON GIRL get a room.''

''You gotta help me Karuizawa'' Satou suddenly hugged me, showing me her best puppy dog eyes.

''Whoa whoa whoa! calm down.'' I panicked ''why are you even asking me for help.''

''Huh? didn't you say you had a reverse harem back in middle school?'' Satou asked with innocent eyes.

''O-Oh...I..s-said t-that did I?..'' I was starting to sweat profusely. '' R-Right, of course, I d-did, w-why would I ever l-lie to you a-about something l-like that.

Oh God, I never should've said that. COME ON!! I just wanted to look cool! Is that so bad?

I should just tell them the truth. They are my friends, they would understand.

Y-you see back in the day boys would line up just to be with me, Ha Ha Ha, but me being the absolute queen that I am, would always reject them.'' I started boasting. ''I have very high standards you know.''

FUCK!!

''Ooooooh,'' Satou clapped with sparkles in her eyes. ''As expected of Karuizawa.''

DAMMIT MOUTH!! SHUT UP!!

''Of course, I was nicknamed the netori princess in middle school, one single look at me and BOOM! your boyfriend is mine.''

SOMEONE PLEASE SHOOT ME!!

''Great soooo...you can steal him for me right?'' Satou asked with a smile.

I froze up. what?...

Matsushita was the first to react. ''Uhh...Satou did I hear you right?''

''Imagine this- Ayanokouji just got dumped by his girlfriend, and he is sitting on the park bench all alone, getting completely drenched in the rain. His eyes are hidden behind his wet hair. The water from the rain acts as a camouflage to hide his tears. Tears of heartbreak.

That's where I show up, he's the broody type so at first, he won't react, completely ignoring me. But then I hug him, his face buried in my chest.

''Forget about her Ayanokouji. every time your heart is broken, a doorway cracks open to a world full of new beginnings, new opportunities. And I'm that opportunity. I have been in love with you since day 1, And I will continue to do so till the day I die.''

'satou-san' he will finally look up at me with those sexy shoujo manga eyes.

Then he will realise I'm drentched in rain aswell, my bra visible through my wet clothes, sending the mood to a different direction. And soon he's gonna press his lips against mine, stealing my first kiss.

Then we are gonna get married, get a villa in the mountains, have 3 kids and Kyaaaaa... sorry I got carried away.''

Me and Matsushita stared at Satou with shocked expressions and our mouths wide open. None of us expected her fantasies to be... this wild.

''But why Karuizawa?'' Matsushita asked.

''I'm worried that white-haired Harpie would realize how great Ayanokouji is, and keep him for herself.'' Satou crossed her arms.

''Let me get this straight...You want Karuizawa to steal him from that senpai...so she can make him fall in love with her instead...just to break up with him... so you can make him fall in love with you in that vulnerable state?''

''Ye dats right!!''

''...''

''Sounds like a recipe for disaster, aren't you worried that Karuizawa might accidentally fall in love with him too?'' Matsushita pressed.

''Ah...no.. this isn't a soap opera Matsushita, stop being dumb.'' Satou mussed. ''Besides Karuizawa said she would never fall for someone as gloomy as Ayanokouji, right Karuizawa?''

''Pftt...A-Ayanokouji. Bitch, please. I eat boys like him for breakfast. Consider it done. I will show that senpai whose boss.'' I announced proudly.

''As expected of Karuizawa,'' Satou smiled.

''YEAH!! Ayanakouji is as good as mine... I mean yours...I m-mean...well you get the point.''

Matsushita was the only one between us who realizes how dumb this whole thing is, but since me and Satou looked like they were having fun, she decided to just go with the flow.

--

Satou and Matsushita waved me goodbye and went their separate ways.

Just as my friends disappeared from view, my legs started shaking until I dropped to my knees. Sweat dripped from my forehead.

''Ha, Ha.. haah...'' I started laughing maniacally like a patient from a psych ward-

''Ah Mou, I did it again, huh... I couldn't help but put on an act again, but what am I supposed to do now!? I've managed to keep up the act this whole time, but it looks like I've really backed myself into a corner this time!'' I yelled while under the light of the moon.

''What even ARE boyfriends, anyway!? Do they fall from the sky!? Do you just pick 'em off the ground!?''

I immediately took out my phone and-

''——Okay SIRI, how to get a boyfriend?''

Let's see... Improve yourself, don't badmouth others, practice how to cook, and you'll flip on the romance switch...

Ah screw this!! Sounds like too much work.

''Why's this even happening to me? I somehow found a chummy group of friends in my new class and I thought things were going just peachy! So why'd things turn out this way!?''

Well... I guess I should've expected this... I mean I'm the one who bragged about it.

But how could I have just said "Sorry girls, I never had a boyfriend~" in a situation like that...? Wahahahah!"

Oh, today's an unlucky day for me. Wait no. It's not my fault. IT'S SOCIETY'S FAULT.

Whew... Guess I'll go take a bath and forget my worries. I can think about everything tomorrow.

My phone suddenly started ringing.

Huh? It's Satou. Wonder what's up?

"Hello, Karuizawa? Boyfriend time's tomorrow. Make sure to seduce him away from that senpai. See ya later."

beep..beep...beep

Ah Mou! stop trying to give me type A diabetes from all this stress.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I should've never opened my mouth. And that senpai! she looks like she could eat me alive.

It's the end.

Plop.

I fell on the soft grass, staring at the night sky.

Well, at least the moon looks beautiful today...

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[A/N Fun fact this chapter started with Kiyotaka saying ' the moon looks beautiful today' and ended with Kei saying the same]

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Character relationship Notes

Fukka currently obsessed with Ayanokouji

Satou came up with an 1000 IQ plan

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟗: And so it begins

[A/N it features an OC character, you will get to know her later]

[Kiyotaka POV]

"Aa-...n, no. Ay, Ayanokouji, that place, nn ...-"

The girl twisted her body in order to escape from my grasp.

Her long pink hair shook smoothly.

"Ah..my bad Sera, guess you don't like it there then."

I pulled my hand back and examined her.

"...So which area makes you feel good when touched?"

The girl, 'Seraphine Rose', Sera for short, turned red in a flash.

"Th-there is no way I can tell you that! So-so-so-something like tha――ahnn-"

I wish they could just tell me honestly, makes things easier from my end. That way I don't have to do any second-guessing. Guess I just like being lazy.

"Anyway, it seems that this place makes you feel good," I said nonchalantly.

My hands crawl on Sera's plump thigh, grabbing it firmly.

In one of the old buildings of the campus, there is an abandoned club room, one which is rumored to be haunted. Now I'm no believer, but I rather go to a room that's not famous for being haunted, just for that 0.1% 'what if?'

There is zero concrete evidence that ghosts exist, but there is also zero concrete evidence that they don't exist.

But Fuuka being Fuuka thought it would be a great place to make a lair for her new club.

It was a wide room capable of handling a huge array of furniture.

In the center of the dimly lighted room, hidden by curtains was a king-sized bed with white bedsheets.

On top of that bed, I was seated embracing a girl my age.

I was still wearing my usual school uniform.

As for Sera, she was wearing a swimsuit. The fabric was thin and fit tightly to her body. The cut at her back was also extremely risqué in the style of a competitive swimsuit, it seemed like a leotard in appearance.

Those clothes that hid her body also made her look excessively enticing, even though that probably wasn't her intention.

Her chest was bared and the line of her smooth breasts peeked out. They were pretty big and just looking at them could make anyone's heartthrob.

That figure looking at me in that appearance with upturned eyes was nothing but lascivious.

When wearing a swimsuit, a woman reveals 90 % of their body... I'm so polite that I only look at the covered parts.

"Ah-..."

Sera's body trembled as I swept up a strand of her pink hair and brushed it against her ear.

"You're pretty sensitive aren't you?"

"I-Is that so? I am... aau "

I stroked her cheek and then moved my hand down her luscious hair. My index finger brushed against her body and traveled down from her bareback to her smooth waist.

"Aa-a, ah ... u "

She knitted her eyebrows and bit her lips trying to endure the pleasure.

"So? How does your back feel?"

"I-it's ticklish."

"Ticklish? That's weird, didn't you say it felt good last time?"

I pondered with a troubled expression, either I'm going senile or she's lying. This really isn't the first time she been with me in this bed.

"Yo-you're wrong! How can you say stuff like that with a straight face-!"

Sera shook her head and denied my claims. Fuuka did tell me to smile when I'm with a girl. Something about making me more likable and trustworthy.

That's easier said than done. When you don't use a part of your body there would be a loss of strength and loss of neuromuscular coordination from the brain to the muscle. Hence why coma patients are massaged regularly to make sure their muscle remains active.

I don't think I smiled once during the last 16 years, maybe I did when I was young. No wonder I am what I am today. Even fake smiling feels like a strain. So I don't even bother.

"It doesn't feel good or anything, in-in the first place I don't do this because it feels good! This is just a club activity, so it can't be hel... hyaaaa !"

My hand slid through her back until it fell just above her supple butt, but I stopped when I recalled something-

"Hold on, didn't you say you got plans with your friends today?... we should probably stop this."

Unlike me who has waaay too much free time in my hands, Sera is a social butterfly.

"...Forget about them. Just focus on me."

She answered calmly. I stared at her with a weird expression, that is not the response I was expecting.

Sera looked up at me fixedly. Somehow, those eyes of hers looked coquettish, like she was drunk.

I sighed. ''Well if that's what you want.''

I once again reached out my hand to Sera.

"Aa-! Again-, just where are you touching-, haa ... uun ."

My fingers stroked around Sera's white thigh. The marshmallow-soft skin felt good in my hands. Even the smooth elastic sensation of the swimsuit felt nice.

From the thigh, my hand next reached out to her calf. The slender calf gave a slim and elegant image to her whole leg.

From there my hand once again traced through her leg, this time caressing just above her knee. My fingers continued to massage her inner thigh moving towards her body.

"Jeez, how long you are going to touch my legs, don't get carried awa... aaa -!"

Kinda hard not to, when I'm in the presence of men's hopes and dreams. But...I should probably keep that to myself.

I crossed over from her thigh to her nether region, only grazing it before advancing her stomach towards the depression of her navel. Tracing her abs through her swimsuit.

"Sto...Ahhh "

At that time, Sera let out a gasping voice and suddenly held onto my sleeves tightly. She stared at me with an intense gaze filled with ŀust, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth.

I remained unfazed by that sėxy expression on her beautiful face that would make any men go crazy and jump on her without hesitation.

I guess she's getting really close.

But before I could do anything else I got a call. Taking out the phone from my pockets I checked the ID, it was Fuuka. Wonder what she wants? Just as I was about to receive the call-

"Whoa-!"

I was pulled back towards her.

"Geez, aren't you still in the middle of pleasuring me ? Why are you getting distracted?"

Sera's condition was clearly different compared to before. A light of obscenity shined from her eyes.

"Ah, what are you doing?..." I asked.

Her hands grabbed my face and she threw herself down on the bed, dragging me along with her.

Until I was on top of her.

"Fufu. It's fine you know, to forget about the outside... Just pretend we two are the only ones left in this world ." She said with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks.

Sera knelt and slipped my crimson blazer off. Until it fell into the bed. I was down to my green pants, shirt, and tie at this point.

Sera's slim hands embraced my cheeks with fierce strength.

"Hey? This place of mine... it already became like this you know ... you cannot hold back anymore right ?" Sera's sweet whisper tickled my ear.

Can't hold back? Now that's just false information.

I'm pretty sure if you lock me up with 10 of the world's lustiest sluts, I could make them emerge back as devoid Buddhists while I remain a virgin.

So the question isn't if I can hold back? It's... will I?

Sera embraced me and shoved my face towards her large breasts.

Even though her swimsuit was blocking me from the real thing, I could feel enough softness. Sera's body temperature was warm and I could even hear the rhythmic vibrations of her heartbeat quickening.

Normally, she doesn't want her breasts to be touched, in that case...

I circled my hand on Sera's body and turned our bodies over in reverse. Until she was on top of me, sitting on my stomach, dangerously close to my crotch.

I slid my fingers on the Sera's back, tracing the firm muscles built through years of swimming.

And then I did a pro-gamer move...

I grabbed her round butt.

"Hyaaaaa -!"

Sera leaned back and her long pink hair which was tried in a ponytail spread open.

My left and right hands were each gently holding her left and right hills.

Regardless of how softly I was holding her, my fingers were sinking without end into those cheeks.

My fingers were rubbing those two hills resting on my hands while drawing a circle, kneading them.

"H-hey...Sto-stop that!"

She shook her head like she was trying to escape from the pleasure assaulting her body.

As if to give her one of those mortal Kombat finisher moves, I put more strength to my fingers and grasped Sera's butt even tighter, enough to leave temporary red marks.

Fatality.

"Ahhhhmmm...-"

Sera raised a coquettish voice and bent her back like a bow.

While Sera was still on top of me, breathing hard, I reached out for my phone to check the time.

"I think this is enough club activity for one day, right?"

"Sheesh ... it's over already?"

Sera looked down at me with a pouty face.

"Well, you know how Fukka can be when I don't show up in time."

She scowled as if her mood was worsening.

"Sheesh, something like that doesn't matter right-?"

She buried her face on my chest and hugged me tight as if trying to trap me in her embrace.

"Uh, you OK?" I asked with a hint of concern.

Doing...certain activities like this tend to bring too much blood to the brain, so it's really not uncommon for someone to faint or blackout when they overdo it.

Sera put her hand on my chest, using it as support to raise her body.

Guess she's fine.

"Anyway, see you tomorrow." I tried getting up, 'tried' being the keyword because Sera had different plans.

She put her body weight and straddled my abdomen until she was practically grinding against me. Her smile bewitching.

"But Ayanokouji, this place, you still haven't touched them yet ."

She let out a sweet voice and gestured by lifting up her own breasts.

Sera's body was slender but filled in all the right places, so it was rather difficult not to be conscious of her.

As if inviting me, she moved her hands getting out from her swimsuits shoulder straps, until her breasts popped out. Those pink tits immediately caught my eye.

The shape of the two melons altered elastically when she grabbed them, like she was presenting them to me.

Sera leaned forward and her long pink hair touched my face.

"Here, Ayanokouji ..."

As if being charmed by her voice, my hand started reaching for those big boobs--

*record scratch*

*freeze frame*

...

Yup, that's me.

You're probably wondering how I got myself into this situation.

Well it all started one week ago

[ONE WEEK AGO]

''Is it just me or has Karuizawa been looking at you the whole day?'' Horikita asked me out of nowhere.

''Can't say I blame her, if I were a girl I would check me out too.'' I humored her.

Though Horikita is right, Karuizawa has been taking sneak peeks at me all day...Wonder what she wants? Every time our eyes would meet, she would look away in a panic.

Cute...but annoying.

''Did you blackmail her or something?''

Why are you making such a creeped-out face Horikita? You're making it sound like I did something criminal. How low does this girl think of me?

''Listen don't tell anyone I told you this...'' I leaned towards her until we were at a whisper distance.

I was expecting her to pull out her compass or maybe her signature karate chop, but she surprisingly didn't seem to mind.

''You know those cologne ads you see on tv, the ones where you get all the girls. Well, I wanted to test them out, you know to see if it's real or not. So maybe it's working?''

''Your nonsense never ceases to amaze me.''

Most of the class was either chatting, on their devices, or even downright sleeping. Almost no one was paying any attention to sensei, who was explaining world history. Horikita on the other hand was diligently taking notes, like a true honors student.

''Though I do wonder why it's only attracting Karuizawa,'' I pondered while rocking my chair.

'' Maybe because she's aGyaru?''

''Does being a Gyaru make you attracted to Axe body spray?'' I asked with a confused look on my face.

''Who knows? She's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.''

Well, I do get where Horikita's coming from. The other day when sensei asked her 'what ended in 1896?' Karuizawa's response was '1895'.

...

Huh...now that I think about it, she's actually really smart.

''...A plausible theory, but I'm having a hard time buying it in her case. I'm sure there's more to her than meets the eye.''

''I don't know. I think I should mention this, but I'm not interested.'' There was a certain annoyance in her voice.

''I'm wasting my breath talking to you.'' I sighed.

''What a coincidence. I was just about to mention how incredibly tedious I find speaking with you.'' She brushed off a strand of hair behind her ear.

Normally this is where you would end a conversation. But normal and Horikita don't work in the same sentence.

Horikita is Tsundere by nature, but a Kuudere at heart. I sometimes feel like she's a sick joke played by God, trying to see what would happen to a person if you mix two different personalities together.

So when Horikita says something like ''I hate talking to you'', nine times outta ten she doesn't really mean it.

''...In the first place, why do you think she's suddenly interested in me...'' I asked after waiting 10 seconds.

''Let's see... did you perhaps do something to gain her affection?'' Horikita continued talking while still taking notes.

''Affection?...what do you think I did?''

''...Uhm... let's see... for example, maybe you rescued Karuizawa when she was surrounded by a gang of hooligans...?''

Sounds very cliche, I'm pretty sure I have seen that event play out in every romance anime. It's like the world ran out of originality.

''Sorry doesn't ring a bell. I also don't have any memories of us being lovers in an alternative life, either.''

''You do stand out from the other boys for your ridiculous stunt on day 1. Maybe she wanted to sort of "try-out" the experience of dating now that she has the chance...?''

''Really? Hmm... Incidentally, Horikita, does that mean you've got an interest in holding hands and going on a date with me as well?''

' 'Me? Holding hands? On a date? With you?'' Horikita stopped taking notes for the first time and leaned against her seat, staring at me.

''Right. Got any interest?'' I pressed.

''...This is a problem. I'm not sure how to answer that without hurting you...'' Horikita started taking out her compass from her bag in a dramatic manner.

''...Uh... forget I said anything.''

I'd rather not have holes in my hands.

When class ended, Horikita was to first to stand up and leave. She didn't even say goodbye to me, but I'd already grown accustomed to that side of her.

As I started to walk away, I felt a sudden chill on my back; looking back from the corner of my eyes, I saw Karuizawa still watching me, but this time she was joined by Satou and Matsushita. Oh God, they are multiplying!

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to ignore their gazes.

Just as I opened the classroom door and turned to the corner, a certain girl collided with me. Of course, the impact wasn't enough to make her fall down, but it was enough to startle her. She meekly held her nose with both hands.

''Ah, Kushida perfect timing!''

''...Ehh..'' Kushida blinked a couple of times.

Even when confused, she looks cute.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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Character Relationship Notes

Karuizawa watching our boi like a hawk

[A/N I feel like I should change the name of the series to something different. Or maybe I should stick with the original]

COTE: Polygamy Route

COTE: Harem Route

[Comment on the one you like more, ooooor if you are feeling really adventurous comment an even better one.]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏𝟎: Naked Senpai in my room

[ Kiyotaka POV]

''I need you to do me a favor, think you can handle it?'' I asked the girl in front of me.

''A favor?'' Kushidablinked and tilted her head cutely.

''Oh yeah, it's something only you can do. You see Karuizawa behind me,'' I pointed without looking back. ''Can you find out why she has a sudden interest in me?''

''A sudden ..interest?'' She seemed to ponder for a while. ''Maybe she just has a crush on you?''

According to modern-day statistics, a crush is only supposed to last 3 months, anything more than that is considered obsession. Whether that evolves into love varies from person to person, but I don't think I wanna wait that long.

''A crush?'' I shrugged my shoulders. ' 'Sounds unlikely.''

''Uhhh...You don't have to be so negative. ''Kushida pouted.

''I do think your personalities compliments each other. She's the brazen outspoken kinda girl, while you're the quiet mysterious kinda guy. ''Kushida scratched her head while smiling awkwardly.

So Kushida thinks we have good chemistry together, Well...I never really talked to her, so I can't really know if her theory is valid or not.

Karuizawa hasn't really been in my strike zone, simply cause being with her would attract a lot of unnecessary attention. A side-effect that comes from dating someone popular.

''But I have to ask, why are you asking me of all people about this?''

Why huh? Maybe because Kushida seemed easy to talk to. Maybe because over the past 2 weeks she's been fully focused on being friends with everyone? Maybe...because the folks in this class are more likely to reveal their secrets to Kushida. Or maybe because they have complete faith in Kushida.

Or perhaps it's cause I randomly bumped into her.

I paused and looked at her for a couple of seconds

''It's because you are the only one I trust,'' I lied.

Kushida's eyes brightened at those words, brighter than Yamauchi's future.

''Well, when you put it like that, can't really let you down can I?'' She smiled. ''I will call you if I find anything.''

She did one of those army officer salutes before strolling off to a group of girls in front of me.

So she's one of those people pleasers. Now that I think about it, I haven't heard anything negative about Kushida. Except for Horikita, everyone appears to enjoy her company. What an impressive feat all on its own.

She's nice to everyone without exception, and she rejoices when receiving a person's trust for her. Of course, I'm not naive enough to take her at face value. As the saying goes 'never judge a book by its cover'.

But for now, she will serve her purpose.

--

I was about to depart when I felt a touch on both of my shoulders. When I looked to my right, I saw Ike, and when I looked to my left, I saw Yamauchi.

''Hey, just so you know...''

''We are aiming for Kushida.''

'' So don't get in the way.''

'' YEAH! KUSHIDA IS MINE!!''

'' Ahem!''

'' I MEANT KUSHIDA IS OURS! OURS!

Both of them exclaimed while taking turns.

Ah... I get it. They are trying to get rid of all the competitions so they have a better chance. However, their plan has one fatal flaw. I'm not even interested in Kushida.

Though I don't think they would've been this forceful if it was Hirata or Koenji instead of me. Do I really look like an easy target?

''And you were talking about someone with her. Who was it ?'' Yamauchi asked.

' 'I'm not going to tell you that.'' I casually replied.

''Someone you can't tell me about?'' Yamauchi started getting all up my face. Is he pretending to be one of those low-level street thugs?

''You really wanna know?'' I asked him.

''Oh yeah, tell me all the juicy details.''

''It's your mother. We had an appointment at a hotel tonight.''

''...''

''...What?''

''I was keeping quiet out of the goodness of my heart. You dragged it out of me, so don't blame me when your parents get divorced and your happy home is shattered.''

''You watch your mouth...!,'' Yamauchi's face was red, and he looked around until he made eye contact with Ike.

Ike made an O-face like he understood what Yamauchi wanted. He immediately went behind Yamauchi and held onto his shoulders.

'' You're lucky Ike is holding me back, otherwise I would've beat you to a pulp.''

''...''

I wasn't sure how I'm supposed to react to this. Wasn't really expecting a circus show. Ike had a face that said ''just play along.''

''Yeah...I'm sure you would be quite the force to be reckoned with.'' My voice filled with sarcasm.

Not wanting to waste any more time here, I started walking away.

''YEAH! You better RUN!'' I heard Yamauchi's voice from behind me echoing through the hallway.

I sighed and casually strolled off without looking back.

I don't wanna deal with a guy whose girlfriend is his right hand.

--

Come to think of it I haven't seen Fuuka senpai since our kiss that night. No wonder things have been peaceful.

Guess she is reverse sleeping beauty. Kissing her gets rid of her. If I knew that from the start, I would've smooched her ages ago.

Having reached that conclusion, I reach out to the door of my dorm, but...

.In doing so, I notice a pair of new shoes in my shoe rack.

It was a woman's.

There are two possibilities to this. One, I'm a sleepwalking crossdresser. Two, there is a female intruder in my house. I'm leaning towards the latter.

I quietly checked each room but found no intruder, until I reached the final place, my bedroom. The door was closed. Backing away from the door for a moment, I quietly press my ear against the wall, but can't hear any noises from inside.

Well if a serial killer left their shoes on my shoe rack, they might not be much of a threat.

I tiptoed to my room's door and forcefully swing open the door to my room.

''...Don't move!''

' 'Whoa... you surprised me! Don't open the door all of a sudden.'' A feminine voice rang out.

A startled senpai was there in the middle of my room, but what caught my eye wasn't the girl itself, it's what she was doing. Her school blazer and skirt were down on my floor. Her black panties were visible through her semi-transparent pantyhose. SHE WAS STRIPPING!

''What are you doing here? I don't remember hiring a stripper? It's not even my birthday yet. You've got the wrong room.''

''Pfft... Ha... ahahaha! That's a new one! I didn't know you hire strippers for your birthday?''

Fuuka laughed wholeheartedly at my comment. She began unbuttoning her white shirt until it fell to the floor. Her figure was toned and long, with a fit and tight torso. A pale blue bra with flower motifs held her breasts together.

'' Fuuka ... why are you in my room?''

''Why, you ask...? I was changing my clothes, duh...''

Fuuka points to a large overnight bag lying on the floor, presumably containing her spare clothes. Please don't tell me she's expecting a sleepover with me?

''You've got your own room, right?''

''It's on the other building, too much effort.''

She broke into my house, to change her clothes, JUST CAUSE HER ROOM WAS A COUPLE METER AWAY!?

Even Jeffery Epstein had a better reason for all the sex trafficking he did.

''...So... mind if I finish changing?'' Fukka asked with a raised eyebrow.

''Sigh... fine, I suppose...'' I replied going along with her. As much as I would love to, it's apparently ungentlemanlike to kick a half-naked girl out.

''Why don't you come in, instead of just standing by the door?'' Fukka said with a suggestive smile.

''I don't need you to tell me that. My room, remember?''

I walk into my room, dropping my schoolbag into my bed before cracking open a can of Pepsi I had left on my desk. Due to it being out in the open, it warmed up to room temperature. Normally, I prefer it cold, but it will have to suffice for the time being.

''...Uhh.., hey...? What..?'' Fukka tried to tell me something while looking confused.

Wow, now this is a sight for sore eyes. This might probably be the first time I've seen Fukka this distraught. Usually, she's all smiles and smirks like it's an episode of sesame street.

I took a sip of soda and then brought my eyes back to the half-naked Fukka like I was a dad watching a Saturday night football game with a can of beer.

''...What's wrong with you?''

What's wrong with me? I don't want to hear that from the girl who broke into my room just to change her clothes.

''You do realize a girl's getting changed in here, right? Wouldn't you normally excuse yourself ?'' She crossed her arms protectively hiding her breasts.

I guess this wasn't the reaction she was expecting from me.

''First of all, I'm not a normal man. Second... What? did you expect me to go Kyaaaa and avert my eyes or something?''

''Ah... but...''

''If you don't want to be seen, how about being frank about it and telling me to get out?'' Does she think I'm telepathic? I can't read minds.

''Rude! My body's not something I need to hide!'' She immediately unhooked her bra before putting both arms on her hips, Showing off her prideful breasts. Her boobs spilled out immediately. Tendrils of her white hair brushed against the inviting line of her cleavage.

I remain unfazed by her boldness.

Her body was kept fit by religious attention to yoga practice four times a week and intense cardio sessions late in the evening every other day. How do I know this? It's definitely not because she invited me to her private one-on-one naked yoga class. Which I respectively declined.

I still remember that text she sent me out of nowhere: ''Iet me show you an activity that'll make you sweat even more than a 90-minute hot yoga class''

I assume she was talking about cardio. Right? RIGHT?

Her thick platinum white hair was kept in place by a black hairband.

She stood there wearing nothing but her lascivious black pantyhose, exposing her upper body with a smug grin, as if to say "Check it out, I'm the big tits character!"

'' So? What do you think?''

' 'Want me to stick a twenty in your panties while I'm at it? ' I asked.

'' Oi...I think I told you that I'm not a stripper already.'' She replied, now sounding a bit annoyed.

''Sure...whatever you say. You seem pretty used to this tho.''

''Hey! that's my line! What kinda guy looks at a naked girl with such dead eyes?''

''If you didn't want to be seen, you should have said so from the start. I'm going outside. Call me when you're done changing.''

''Don't bother! I'll be done in a minute.''

What a troublesome woman. watch me, don't watch me, then watch me again. She changes her mind faster than those Americans coming up with a new gender every few seconds.

''Just stay there and observe!''

''Nice tits.'' I took another sip from my can.

''I didn't ask for your thoughts!''

Downing down the entire can of soda, I turn my back on Fuuka for the moment.

I could hear the rustling of clothes from behind me.

I don't have any real obligation to be considerate of Fuuka but, well, this kind of thoughtfulness is what keeps society moving smoothly.

''YO! Ayanokouji!''

''What?'' I replied annoyed.

Fuuka clung to me from behind before forcefully pressing her oversized lumps of breast-blubber against me.

''Thanks for waiting! I'm done changing.''

''I wasn't really waiting.''

''Well? What do you think?'' A sly grin on her face.

She backed off so I could get a better look. Even going as far as to pose like those magazine models.

Despite all of her nonsense, I do have to admit-

Fuuka is an absolutely gorgeous young woman, and her outfit did nothing to hide that fact, in fact, it further accentuated it. She wore a tight black pencil skirt and stockings that looked like they had been painted onto the sculpted surface of her thighs.

Her legs were long and sensational, and she wore trendy dark boots with ridiculous heels, emphasizing her ass and legs even more.

A light brown sleeveless sweater clung tightly to her body, cut off just beneath her breasts. The thick blanket of her hair that was held with a black hairband, draped almost to the top of her behind.

She must've realized I had been looking too much at her breasts because she tilted her back giving me an even better view.

''Even if it's summer, this is a bit over the top. Too much exposure. Your breasts are barely staying in that thing.''

''Ah, it's fine. I've got the goods, so wouldn't it be a waste of resources not to show off a bit?''

...A waste of resources?

Someone should warn Elon Musk, this woman's trying to disrupt the economy of our humble society via her tits...?

Fuuka intertwined her hand with mine, pressing her breasts against it, pulling me along with her.

'' Where are you dragging me into this time?'' I asked, clear tiredness in my voice.

I just got home and didn't even get the chance to change and freshen up.

'' To the grocery store!''

'' Uh...Why?''

'' Well apparently guys like girls that can cook, and I happen to be an excellent chef. So I figured I might as well bake you a cake. Vanilla of course. Fuck off Gordan Ramsy there is a new MasterChef in town!"

''...''

''Also I never backed for someone else before, you would literally be my first,'' she teasingly pressed a finger to my cheeks.

''No...I meant why are you dragging me into it? ''

'' Food tastes better when someone else makes it. Duh.''

'' Thanks but no thanks, I'm fine with instant noodles, I don't need any cake!''

'' I figured you would say something like that, so I threw all of your cup ramen in the dumpster. Your fridge is practically empty now. Muhuhahaha.''

Fuuka did an evil laugh like she was one of those James bond villains.

''...''

''Fear not Ayanokouji . With me by your side,It's going to be legen-- wait for it-- and I hope you're not lactose intolerant, because the second half of the word is-- dary! LEGENDARY!''

''...''

I just want my ramen back.

[Kei POV]

Alright Kei, you got this. All you gotta do is go in there explain the situation and ask him to play along. Bribe him if you have to. I kept talking to myself.

Heck! You don't even have to explain anything.

Think of this like this, I'm the popular girl while he's the gloomy loner no one talks to. I'm basically a queen in front of his peasant eyes. Yeah, Yeah, I can probably pull it off if I do this with that mindset.

To the untrained eye, I might seem narcissistic, but it's just an act so it doesn't really matter.

This is the first time I'm in the boy's dorm section. It pretty much looks the same as the girls.

The place looks pretty deserted, guess most of them went to do their club.

According to Matsushita, Ayanokouji's dorm number is 401 on the third floor. Huh? Now that I think about it I forgot to ask how she got that information.

But maybe that's for the best. That girl is waaaay too good at stalking. It's like she was made for it. Kinda creepy if I'm being honest.

I immediately realized something was wrong and hid in the corner. By carefully peeking I saw the same white-haired senpai pushing Ayanakouji out of his door.

Guess I was right to trust my gut feeling to hide. My situational instincts have always been really good, and I have learned to completely trust them by now.

[ A/N here is a visual representation ]

I carefully looked at that white-haired senpai. Why is she wearing casual clothes? More importantly, why is she coming out of Ayanakouji's room?

D-Don't tell me...they...

gulp

They did the deed, didn't they?

Ew those skanks, school is a place to learn no-not t-this... Granted I haven't touched a single textbook since I came here, BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW!!

Only God knows what devious atrocities went inside that room.

...

He most likely kissed that senpai passionately, trying to make her comfortable while he strips all of her clothes away one by one with each lingering kiss. Then he would slide his fingers down her panties until it enters her...Eeeeeeek!!

Kyaa... Bad Kei! Bad! don't imagine it. Dammit, now the picture is stuck in my head.

...

He probably grabbed that senpai's hair and put her on top of his desk, spanked her ass into oblivion, and then fucked her while she begged for more.

Aaaaaah... stop it brain!

...

He probably pinned her down with her arms behind her back and called her a bad, bad girl.

Why won't you listen to me!?!

I took another peek. My eyes naturally went down his pants, wondering how big his...AAAAHHH!!

STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!!

I repeatedly banged my own head against the wall trying to block my imaginations.

What's up with that guy?!? He looks so docile like he won't even hurt a fly, to think he bares his fangs from the shadows. A wolf in sheep's clothing.

YEAH!...that's what he is! A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING!!

DAMMIT SATOU!! WHAT DID YOU EVEN SEE IN THAT GUY!?!

But if he's a wolf...What does that make me?

...

Little red riding hood...

I'm an innocent little girl...completely at his mercy .

I started unconsciously rubbing my thighs together, a clear blush on my face while my breath got heated.

He already corrupted that headstrong senpai... I mean just look at the way she's clinging on him, like a newlywed wife about to go on her first honeymoon.

Ayanokouji on the other hand looks like the dad who's about to go to the groceries for some milk, and never comes back.

Look at those eyes, so cold.

So if I were to date him even though it's temporary...W-Won't I be devoured by him ?

Scary...

My breath was getting labored while my left hand started sliding under my skirt.

I suddenly heard Ayanokouji and that senpai's footsteps heading my way.

Without even realizing it, I found myself sprinting away from Ayanokouji's dorm, not looking back.

''I'M NOT RUNNING AWAY, I'M DOING A TACTICAL RETREAT,'' I kept telling myself.

Sorry Satou! Seducing Ayanokouji will have to wait... I need to prepare my heart first!

Never in my dreams did I ever imagine that I would one day encounter a situation this horrifying yet tempting at the same time.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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Character Relationship Notes

Nothing much between Ayanokouji and Kushida

Fuuka doing wife things

Kei: And yall thought Satou had a wild imagination

[ A/N I am so tempted to give Yamauchi a GF just so he can get NTR'rd by Ayanokouji ]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏𝟏: Aphrodisiac Tea PART-1

[A/N New year New profile pic]

[ Kiyotaka POV]

"Oh, You're finally here. Goodmorning Ayanakouji ."

Just as I opened my front door, I found Fuuka leaning against the side, giving the impression that she's been waiting for me. This woman has too much free time in her hands.

''I like to arrive at school 30 mins before class starts, so I don't have to worry about being late. However, seeing you first thing in the morning is enough to make me go back to bed.''

"Heh, you and that sharp tongue of yours." Fuuka smiled, completely ignoring what I just said.

"Alright, so with introductions out of the way, let's get to the main topic." She announced.

"Whatever..." I replied in a bored tone, only God knows what Fuuka wants today.

"Oh, by the way, I'm not actually sure how to spell your name. Mind writing it right here for me?"

She asked out of the blue while handing me a pen and paper. She seems rather prepared for something like this.

" Uuuh ... What's this about?" I arched my eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing important. And while you're at it, write your full name. As hard as you can."

"Tch..You're so demanding..."

I sighed and did what she asked. The fastest way to get rid of Fuuka is to just go with the flow with her. I mean what's the worst she could do with my signature.sign me up for sperm donation?

"... Let's see here... There, that good?" I returned the pen and paper with my full name on it.

"Mhm, Nice!..."

Fuuka nods as she tosses the paper away. Revealing another sheet underneath...

''Wait, carbon paper?"

"Yeah, alright, nice and clear."

Fuuka finishes copying the name onto the carbon paper and smiles with satisfaction.

"Wait, what criminal thing are you planning to do?!"

"Oh, this? I was thinking of starting a club."

''...''

"Why did you write my name in for club member?!"

"I thought it'd be more fun than running it myself."

"What's an 'Intellectual Culture Research Group' anyway? I've never heard of such a thing."

"Hmmm, I'm not really sure either, I just came up with it on a whim...?" Fuuka pressed her forefinger to her cheeks and was deep in thought.

"...You haven't even figured that out?"

"It's okay, 'Intellectual Culture' could involve anything." Fuuka finally answered.

"Video games are made using intellect applied for the purposes of entertainment, so we could even research those. Or manga, which applies ancient knowledge of art and writing."

What is she babbling about?

"Anyway... This sounds like a club where we'd just be screwing around doing whatever." I retorted.

"You could say that." She smiled and patted my shoulder.

"...What's the point, then?"

Going out of her way to make me join as part of a club seems meaningless to me.

"Since it should be more fun for me that way. Isn't that good enough reason?"

"...That's an awfully self-centered reason."

...A place in school where you can just play games and read manga in peace might not be so bad. The only problem I can think of is my club president, Fuuka. Well, I can just ducktape her to the chair like a mummy, to remove her from the equation.

"Then with that settled, find me one more member so we can officially start the club, thanks."

"Huh? Wait... Fuuka ?!"

She did a runner's pose before bolting away from my dorm entrance.

''We need 4 members to start a club! This club's hopes and dreams rest in your hands!''

''...''

--

After class ended, I noticed Fuuka leaning against the wall outside the corridor. I can already guess who she's waiting for. Fukka seemed to be humming a musical note with her eyes closed, and AirPods on her ears.Seeing this as an excellent opportunity to flee, I tried to sneak out with my head down while she was distracted.

However, Fukka immediately grabs my arm like a Border Patrol agent seizing an illegal immigrant from Mexico.

''...What are you doing? Please get off me.''

''C'mon, let's go together.''

'' Don't C'mon me! ''

''Arent you curious about your new club.'' Her fingers teasingly wrap around my arms through my long sleeves.

'' I rather watch grass grow than join your stupid club.''

I immediately looked around, luckily I was one of the last students to leave my class, so only a few people would see me with Fuuka. It would be annoying to have to deal with weird rumors about us circulating.

I guess Fuuka got sick of me staring at her silently, as she jerks me closer by the arm she's grasping.

''I let you see my breasts. Joining my club isn't a bad trade, is it?''

''...''

I don't remember asking to see her breasts. This woman's logic is completely incoherent.

She's like those Nazis who would forcefully execute Jews and then send their family a bill for disposing of their corpses.

'' Ever heard of the internet?.. We can now see boobs in 8K resolution. You have no power here.''

''What? You seem dissatisfied. If just a look isn't enough, want to squeeze them? Just a light massage, mind you.'' An omnipotent grin was present on her face.

''If you think a flash of your tits would make me do your bidding, then you're in for a surprise.''

''Come on now, it's not like you got anything better to do?'' Fuuka sighed.

For the first time...Fuuka actually had a point. I honestly don't have anything else to do. I'm probably just going to go home, brew some coffee, maybe watch some cat videos if I feel like it, before finally going to bed. A very monotonous routine if I say so myself.

While I was deep in thought-

Fuuka entwines herself around my arm, pushing her soft breasts onto me.

''Hey...'' I exclaimed, annoyed.

''My family might be filthy rich, but they are pretty old school. If they knew their precious daughter was seen naked by a boy, they would most likely arrange a shotgun marriage between you and me.''

'' Don't worry I'm gonna buy a ticket to brazil before our wedding night,'' I said casually.

'' Really? Butyou seem like the type who wants anindependent rich girl to spoil you.'' Fuuka poked my cheeks.

'' Just cause I'm lazy and hate trouble doesn't mean I want a sugar mommy. If I did, I would've already been in bed with the queen of England.''

'' Pfft... Ahahaha.'' Fuuka laughed at my remark.

Marriage?.. What a foreign concept. I'm returning to the Whiteroom in three years, so I never considered anything long-term, such as marriage. But... being betrothed to Fuuka?

Just thinking about that woman nagging me for the rest of my life is enough to send shivers down my spine... I rather go back to the Whiteroom.

Giving Fuuka one last look, I came to a realization that she won't stop until I agree. She would keep pressing me, and her methods would only get more and more annoying.

''...Fine. You win. Let's go see this club of yours.'' I sighed.

''That's the spirit. You should have just said "yes" from the start. You would have won some points for sweetness.''

''... Yeah no thanks. If I'm anymore sweet, people would start having Type 2 diabetes just from my presence alone.''

--

The clubroom itself was rather big, considering it's just the 3 of us for now. Fuuka apparently convinced a third year to somehow join.

There was a red couch in the center of the room, with a round table with four chairs pushed around the corner. The club had a minimalist vibe. Not to mention Fuuka blew all of the club budgets on a 36 inch 4K TV, and a Nintendo switch gaming station. That woman is the definition of irresponsibility.

Not that I care.

The club door suddenly opened and a pink-haired girl appeared. As she got closer, I noticed two things. First, on her pale crop top, she had a pink skull under her breasts. Rather than making her unattractive, it added a unique charm. Second, she was super sexy!

Her long pink hair stretched down to her waist held together in a ponytail, curving around her large D cup breasts, which popped out even more when contrasting with her narrow waist. A skin-tight black yoga pants displayed her smooth stomach, accented by the extremely stylish jacket she was wearing.

I'm guessing she's the third member.

Fuuka seemed to know her, cause she happily got up and placed an arm around her shoulder.

''Seraphine over here is a very good friend of mine, aren't you?''

''If you don't remove that hand in the next 5 seconds, I will literally skin you alive.''

''Don't mind her, she's a hopeless tsundere .''

Seraphine pulled out a seat from the round table, before sitting down with a defiant look on her face. She took out a nail trimmer from her purse and began working on her hands. Everything about her body language screamed that 'she wants to be left alone.' Though occasionally she would give Fuuka quick glances with murderous intent in them.

I hope Fuuka is right about her being a tsundere, I'm too lazy to get a shovel.

'' Well, I will give you two some time alone. Make sure to get along.'' Saying so Fuuka got up and went to the corner of the room which had an electric kettle that brews tea.

Seraphine crossed her legs before glancing at me, she seems to be sizing me up.

''So you got blackmailed too?'' She suddenly asked.

'' Not really. Just think of me as a victim of circumstance.''

Blackmailed? It seems Fuuka has been busy behind the scenes. Though I am a little bit curious about the blackmail contents, if Fuuka can make her follow through with her shenanigans, then it must be dynamite proof.

There was an awkward silence between us. Sera took out her phone and was typing something. Though it didn't last long. Maybe she got tired of the silence cause she started speaking.

'' Arent you gonna ask me what I did to get blackmailed.''

''Is there a point? It's not like you're gonna tell me even if I ask.'' I shrugged my shoulders.

What's the purpose of blackmail if you're just going to tell everyone about it?

she seemed to smirk at my remark, but it disappeared in the next second.

''So what's your relationship with Fuuka? she seems rather fond of you.''

I thought about it for a moment. What exactly is our relationship. Friends? no, I refuse to consider that woman a friend. An ally, no she's as useful as a holy priest in a group orgy.

''I... don't really know''

'' Huh?'' Seraphine seemed confused. ''What's that supposed to mean? You hate her or something?''

''Hate is a strong word. Despite my reluctance to do anything with her, I highly doubt its hate.'' I paused.

'' With that being said, if I ever get a chance to tie Fukka up and ship her to North Korea in an amazon box, I won't hesitate.''

''Dude what's wrong with you?'' she giggled.

''You're not in any position to tell me that, considering that you just threatened to skin her alive.''

''True true,'' She seems to agree. '' I'm Seraphine Rose'' she brought out her arm in a handshake.

''Kiyotaka Ayanokouji,'' I obliged and shook her hands.

Despite my initial reaction of her, she does seem easy to talk to.

''Well well well you two seem to be getting along.'' Fuuka bought a tray with her, with three cups of green tea.

Seraphine doesn't seem to want to talk anymore now that Fuuka's here.

The three of us sat at the round table, it didn't have a cover but the wood was clear and perfectly furnished. She must've run out of budget for a table cover. No one seemed willing to start a conversation, so we just drank our tea with mild sips.

Seraphine's face suddenly seemed a little flushed, as sweat dripped from her forehead. She started to take off her jacket.

''So what are we even supposed to do in this club,'' I asked.

''For now, let's just enjoy the tea,'' Fuuka immediately replied.

Seraphine continued to shift in her seat, as she sipped on her tea. There was something strange about her body language, she seems to be looking at me with a dazed look. It looked rather inviting.

I narrowed my eyes, the noticeable change began the moment she drank the tea, my gaze naturally went towards its maker. Fukka.

She was casually sipping her own tea with a satisfied grin.

' 'Fukka did you drug her drink?'' I asked straight to the point.

''..Ah ...wait what,'' Seraphine was catching into what's happening. But it might be too late considering she already drank through her entire cup of tea.

''Ayanokouji!'' Fuuka seemed offended. Her smile was no longer present on her face. ''Jeez, just how low do you think of your senpai. Of course, I didn't drug her drink.''

I guess I was wrong? My perceptiveness must've gone rusty within the time I was gone from the Whiteroom.

'' I drugged both your drinks, there is a difference you know.'' Fuuka said with a smug smile.

''...''

[To be Continued]

--

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏𝟐: Aphrodisiac Tea PART-2

[ Kiyotaka POV]

This school's club adheres to a set of tight guidelines. The club's budget cannot be used as private points, and materials and facilities purchased with that money should only be utilized as an investment for the club.

Failure to do so would result in punishment and even expulsion depending on the severity of the situation.

Most crucially, only a third-year student can start a new club. Fuuka bypassed it by having Seraphine, a third-year as club president in name only. Seraphine might as well be a phantom member since Fuuka's the one who's running it. In that sense, Seraphine is a critical component in ensuring this club exists.

Right now that third year is sitting on the couch with a flustered face, while me and Fuuka observed her. On second thought it was just me, Fuuka seemed more interested in eyeing me than the drugged Seraphine.

''Why aren't you affected.'' She asked me with a disappointed face. Like a daughter whose father said he won't buy her the latest Gucci handbag.

Well, I have an unnaturally high resistance to most drugs. Though it's not full immunity, it's pretty close to that. During the white room, they had to train my immune system accordingly, albeit using unconventional methods that are probably illegal in today's climate. I don't remember the last time I had a common cold, so I'm not complaining. But talking about it would only raise more questions, so I rather avoid it.

''We can focus on that later. What do we do about her?''

Just as I said that-

"Mm... Eh? Wh- What... the!?" Seraphine's body suddenly trembled with a shiver and raised a confused voice.

And then-

"No way... N- No..."

Turning red, she mumbled, then she slumped down on the floor. And then her body started to shiver bit by bit.

"Uh, are you okay?" Saying so, I grabbed Serpahine's shoulder trying to support her. However, that seemed to make things worse.

"—Hyaahn!" Seraphine made a sweet outcry and also shivered her body greatly.

"What..?" I removed my hand from the sudden reaction.

"Ahh... The drug is already in full effect." Fuuka explained.

''What did you even use on her?''

'' Aphrodisiac,'' Fuuka revealed innocently.

''...''

' ' H-Hey dipshit, where the fuck did you get aphrodisiac from!?!'' Seraphine yelled while sitting on the floor.

'' Well you can sneak in a loaded gun in prison, so something like Aphrodisiac isn't really a big deal.'' Fuuka shrugged her shoulders.

''...''

Still collapsed on the floor, Seraphine continued to breathe sweetly and heavily while turning red. I looked at her, studying her. This is the first time I have seen such a condition, so it greatly interested me.

"At this rate, Seraphine will experience heaven!'' I said.

''Indeed.''

''Y-you i-idiots! Don't, Mmh, just stand there, help me...!''

Seraphine, with a completely enchanted expression, raised a bewitching voice and bent her body back and forth. It was quite erotic, to be honest. I kinda had a hard time looking away.

"...Hey! How come you never look at me like that? I practically throw myself at you!?" Fuuka complained in a frustrated manner.

'' If it makes you feel any better, I do think about you in class.''

'' W-Wait really?''

Fuuka seemed rather captivated like she didn't expect me to say something like that.

'' Yup, every time I have a random Bonner, all I have to do is think of you and it immediately goes away.''

''...''

Tossing bullying Fuuka aside, we have more serious concerns to attend to.

"So... What should we do now?"

" Well, I originally planned to watch you both fuck like rabbits, maybe even record it for future 'cough' 'cough' blackmail purposes. But you just had to go and ruin it, didn't you?''

''...''

Well at least her brutal honesty is commendable. I just have to remind myself to hand Fuuka over to the authorities, for her attempted terrorist attack against my virginity.

'' And?.. How do we undo your mess?''

'' Just touch Seraphine." Fuuka sighed.

"Touch?'' I raised an eyebrow. ''...Where?"

"Anywhere is fine. Right now, her senses are increased a lot due to the aphrodisiac. Remember how she sensitively reacted to your touch on her shoulder earlier? Seraphine has no experience with men whatsoever, so she is unfamiliar with pleasure, nor has any resistance against it. I believe she will become obedient and your personal love slave, if you touch her for about five minutes."

''...''

''Why are you looking at me with such dead eyes Ayanakouji!?!''

''Fuuka are you sure you are a girl and not a 40-year-old perverted guy trapped in a teenager's body?''

''Ooooh.. I can assure you I'm a woman,'' Fuuka showed me a lusty smile. ''Of course, I'm happy to prove it if you want.'' She started stripping her clothes.

I raised my hand to stop her.

"T- The FUCK Fuuka!... What are you shitting out from that hole you call a m-mouth..." Seraphine muttered.

Fuuka showed a luxuriously affectionate expression to the startled Seraphine.

"Don't worry. Right now, Ayanokouji will make you feel better— yes, better indeed. I am definitely not making him do it because I want to see you fall into pleasure or anything. Now then, Ayanokouji touch her boobs. ASAP!"

"I thought you said I could touch her wherever?"

" Well it's gonna be faster that way, but if you prefer to tease her bit by bit, I do not mind. I also am a fan of slow corruption."

"Alright! Alright! I get it."

Normally I would just leave Fuuka to deal with her own mess, but I can't really leave Seraphine alone while she's in this state. I sat down next to her.

"Yah... St- Stay away, idiot... Or I going to make you scream harder than your mother's fifth abortion!... Mm."

I really need to get used to her way of talking. It's rough but has its own charm.

"...Sorry, but don't worry Senpai. I'll make it quick."

I calmly told her. Seraphine writhed her body along with hot and long breathing, so I reached out my hand for her. First, I firmly held down her two arms, so that she wouldn't resist me.

"——FUAAHN"

Just from that touch alone, Seraphine leaped up to her body in a shiver. The skin I touched was clearly hot.

This heat and her erotic reaction were starting to distract me from my main goal.

Alright, I need to find her sensitive spots to get this over with.

"Yah... Ah , Mm... Mm ."

I searched for Seraphine's weakest spot over her clothes, touching her all over.

The drug must have been pretty strong. Wherever I touched, she reacted sensitively and shivered her body while leaking a sweet voice. But— After a while-

"Ah— HYAAAHN!?"

The moment I touched a certain place, and Seraphine showed a rather unbelievable reaction. Along with a remarkable loud voice, she fiercely shivered her whole body.

"Great job... You found her weak spot." Fuuka smiled in an amused manner.

What I was looking at right now, was the symbols of a woman, two soft swellings—

Her breasts.

--

[Seraphine POV]

Ayanokouji took a deep breath before reaching out for my most sensitive spot.

With my whole body controlled by a sweet sensation, I could only look at Ayanokouji's hand slowly reaching out for my own breasts.

"H-Hey we can talk this out..."

I tried to bargain with him, but Ayanokouji didn't stop.

His eyes looked rather ominous. He had the vibe of an overworked office worker who was sick of his job and just wanted to get through the day so he could retire fast. Maybe that's why I didn't resist much, because of how nonchalant he is about all this.

...Wh-What's up with this guy why does he look so disinterested?... But at this rate, I...

I clearly remember that tingle I felt, that sweet stimulus that ran through my whole body the moment he touched my breasts earlier. Soon enough I will get to feel it again. Thinking so, my body relaxed.

"A, Ahh ..."

Finally, Ayanokouji's hand touched my breasts. At that moment, a pleasant sensation rushed through my whole body and my body trembled in response.

It was the same sensation as earlier— No, an even stronger one.

"Yah... Hey, calm down..Mn .. Not there... Ayanokouji..."

Under his body, I writhed my hips and said pleading words with an enchanting voice.

But, Ayanokouji still didn't remove his hands from my breasts.

And then— I noticed my own breasts changing shape in response to Ayanokouji's touch. I was aware of the sweet sensation, as well as how delicate and sensitive my own breasts were. My large breasts had grown to the point where they overflowed out of his palms. Accepting his five fingers despite the fact that they crowded out between his fingers on every massage, changing shape lewdly.

Yup, there is no doubt about it, what I'm feeling is definitely pleasure.

This sweet sensation robbed any notion of thoughts.

And then the moment suddenly came.

"Ah— Y- YAAAAAAH !?"

After a moment of brief blankness— A fierce pleasure sparked my vision snow-white.

A pleasant feeling gushed out from every pore of my body and I felt like I was floating.

My body stiffened up on its own and I forgot how to breathe for a moment.

"... Ah ... Hah ... Ahh ..."

Before long, I started leaking a long breathing filled with a sweet heat. The white fog eventually cleared and my vision faintly came back.

...No way. Did I just? I...Just from his t-touch alone ...No, it must be the drug

''Just so you know, the drug only increasessexual excitement, not sensitivity and stimulation'' Fukka said as if she could read my thoughts.

"But... Wh- Why...?"

I raised a confused voice. I thought for sure that this would be the end. Yet, the sweet sensation didn't vanish from my body. Not just that, it got even stronger.

"Well, this isn't working. Ayanokouji, fondle her breasts not over the clothes— but directly."

"H-Huh..."

I inadvertently reacted with a shiver, Ayanokouji on the other hand seemed perfectly calm.

"—Sigh, Whatever." He shrugged his shoulders.

Saying so Ayanokouji moved his hands from my breasts to the bottom of my top. His action and face didn't match at all. In fact, the boy in question looked really bored, like he just wanted to get this over with.

"N- No way..."

While dumbfounded, I no longer had any strength to resist. I'm not even sure if I want to. I noticed Ayanokouji's two hands slipping beneath the hem of my bra top. Then those hands began to move upwards, towards my breasts. The hem was trapped at his wrist, and my bra top was gradually rolled up.

"Mm... Ahh , Yah...Don't, Dar- Darling , stop it..."

''...''

During my cornered state I inadvertently called Ayanokouji "Darling" on the spur of the moment. For the first time, Ayanokouji stopped his hands, before looking at me with a weird expression. He was certainly taken aback.

... O, Oh no. I unconsciously...

''Pfft...Hahahaha,'' Fuuka started laughing uncontrollably. '' I know what this is! You kept telling me how your mother always calls your father 'Darling'! Who could've thought it runs in the family!''

My face turned red.

'' To think you used to complain about how lovey-dovey they are, and now look at you! You know what they say- Like mother like daughter.''

I regret ever telling her that.

"Relax senpai, just ignore Fuuka."

Calmly saying so, Ayanokouji once again started to roll up my clothes.

"Mm... Ah , ... Yah ... Mm."

The shame from having my upper body gradually getting exposed and the sensation from his hands gliding up my stomach made my body twist. However, that was all the resistance I could offer. Before long, my clothes had rolled up to my breasts. It meant that there no longer was anything between Ayanokouji's hand and my breasts. Unable to endure the embarrassment, I inadvertently tried to avert her face,

"...Bon Appétit."

Right after he said that— I saw my own breasts touched directly by Ayanokouji's hand. Immediately, my breasts were fondled—

"————"

I leaked the sweetest voice ever so far and fiercely shivered my body.

--

"Ah... Mm, Hah... Ah..."

As the sensation wasn't completely gone yet, I laid down, completely exhausted on the sofa.

As I looked to my right, I found Fuuka and Ayanokouji sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch. A joystick in both their hands. It seems both of them decided to play 'Super Smash Brothers' to pass the time.

Though I've never played it, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that Ayanokouji sucks at it. He kept losing. It was as if he was playing it for the first time. Fuuka, on the other hand, doesn't seem to mind and was even teaching him all the combos.

Jeez, he's showing more interest in learning the controls than when he was touching me. For some reason that doesn't sit well with me.

Fukka paused when she noticed me staring at them.

"Eleven times... I expect nothing less from you, Seraphine. You were more persistent than I thought." Fuuka gave me a mischievous smile.

''Shut ur trap, you Tasmanian troglodyte. Before I send your ass to the gulags''

''Ah Seraphine, you have such a way with words'' Fuuka reminded undeterred to my harsh words.

Ayanokouji had continued to fondle my breasts numerous times until I felt satisfied from the bottom of her heart. After repeatedly giving my body the sensation that shivered my whole body, I soon after released a sweet voice and kept calling him "Darling" in a delirium.

After the eleventh time, I apparently blacked out.

God I wish I could bury myself.

Fuuka returned her attention back to Ayanokouji and looked at him with a roguish smile.

"And you~ Weren't you quite into it after a while."

"I was?..." He asked unfazed, lowering his gamepad.

"Oh yeah! Even though Seraphine was so against it, you never stopped your hands."

"I like to finish my chores fast."

"But every time she called you darling— you kept pausing."

"Uh... She has pink hair and uses the word darling. It's not my fault that she reminds me of zero two."

After they were done ranting, Ayanokouji stared at me silently, before-

'' Senpai, If you want, I can buy you lunch to make it up to you. Of course, I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore.''

I don't get why he's so apologetic, when the actual culprit is right next to him, smiling as if she just won the lottery. One of these days I'm going to shove a pole up her ass.

He didn't appear to be having fun when he was touching me, so it didn't feel like he was taking advantage of me. He seems to have a reliable and cool demeanor. Also, he's kinda good looking too.

Not to mention he's the first to touch me like that...

'' Fine tomorrow at three. You owe me big time. Also...'' I started unconsciously twirling my hair around my finger. ''Call me Sera.''

For some reason, I couldn't look him in the eye.

[To be Continued]

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𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏𝟑: Date with OC Senpai

[Kiyotaka POV]

I left my dorm in the morning and walked around Keyaki mall alone.
I did have a goal in mind, a gift for my favorite sensei.

But I haven't decided on what I wanted to buy, so I went for a stroll through the shopping district.

I looked around a few stores, but couldn't find anything I liked. As I walked along, wondering what to do, I was approached from behind.
"Fancy meeting you here, Ayanokouji."

"Hey, Sera. What's up?"

I told her good morning and Sera smiled back. Three days was enough time for us to more or less get to know each other, and we have built up enough acquaintance points that if we saw each other on the street, we would call out to one another.

''I'm looking for something today.''
"That's unusual. Arent you the type of dude that decides what to buy before you make a move."

"That's usually the case. But I'm buying a gift for my favorite sensei today."

"Really? You don't seem like a teacher's pet.'' Sera scanned me from top to bottom.
''I'm not. It's just a hobby of mine.''

''Your hobby is to shower sensei's with gifts.''

''Mmm.. You could say that.''

''What are you, a sugar daddy?''

Sera giggled at my response. I wasn't joking tho. People have different hobbies. Some like to read books, some like to play sports, and some like to build the death star from star wars with legos. Mine just happens to be flirting with Chabishira sensei whenever I can.

"So, where's Fuuka?" I changed the topic.

For better or worse I haven't encountered her the whole day. A rare phenomenon indeed. Usually, she would come rushing towards me at every opportunity she gets.

"She's currently relaxing in the school spa. She likes to do it every two weeks.''

I guess even that snob of a woman cares about her looks.
"Oh, really? If you're free, I was wondering if you could accompany me in choosing a present for my sensei. It would be great if you could give me some advice. Of course, I'll return the favor."

Sera's opinion is far more valuable than mine when it comes to these regards. She's a woman after all.

"Okay. Then lunch will be your treat." She agreed.
"Sure, sure." I sighed.
It's not the first time the two of us have gone out together. In the last couple of days, there have been many times when we would split up with Fuuka to go shopping for snacks and drinks before the club starts.

I have the impression that she follows me around because she does not want to be alone in the same room as Fuuka. Can't say I blame her.

I really don't see the point of our club, all we do is eat and play video games.
"So, let's start from basics. Have you decided what you want to buy?"

"I'm thinking of something safe. Like flowers. Girls like flowers right?

'' Meh...I'm not really a fan. But yeah, more or less.''

''Especially those plastic ones." I nodded.

"What? ...Are you high on Ketamine? Why would you get her plastic flowers?''

Sera looked flabbergasted at my choice.

''I honestly don't see a point in getting her real flowers. Aren't they just gonna die after a few days?''

''...''

''Besides I can always say something cool like- I got you these cause unlike a real flower these won't wither and die, just like our love. Does that make sense?''

'' OYA OYA I THOUGHT THIS WAS FOR YOUR SENSEI!?!''

''It is.''

''YOU SURE SHE SECRETLY ISN'T YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!?

''Only in my wet dreams.''

''WHAT!?!''

''What.''

[A/N just so you know Chabishira sensei is the only girl in this fanfic Kiyotaka goes after, he actively flirts with her at every opportunity he gets. And in chp-6 Kei mentioned how he started giving her roses.]

Sera took the lead and began walking as we talked. I began walking behind her, keeping a friendly distance between us.

All the while I couldn't help but recall the conversation I had with Fuuka.

What a troublesome woman even casually invading my thoughts.

--

''By the way, I forgot to tell you this,'' Fuuka passed me a glass of black liquid from the counter. Cofee I assume.

We were currently seated at the far corner of a cafe, it uses a french style of coffee brewing which makes it stand out. Despite its uniqueness, it has a lack of customers. In fact, we were the only ones.

I inspected the drink with a suspicious gaze before eventually taking a sip. Knowing Fuuka's unpredictable tendencies, there is no telling if she spiked my drink or not.

"I think we need something fresh!" Fuuka declared while sitting next to me.

"...What are you talking about now?"

"The cherry blossom-filled new school year, the innocent new students unused to their uniforms, the old guard leaving to be replaced with fresh blood, harvesting the ripe fruit... Y'know."

Ripe fruit? Though I got the gist of what she wanted.

"...That last part kinda gives me a bad feeling. So basically, you want new club members?"

"Yes, I have a thirst for some pretty girls."

''...''

I stared at her unfazed, her random antics doesn't amuse me anymore. Not that it ever did.

" ...And you want me to get them to join?" By now I learned the way this woman's mind functions, it's not just a clown it's an entire circus in there.

"Yes, I have a thirst for some young pretty girls."

"Ok, I got it. You don't need to repeat it... This is such a gigantic pain..."

"Yes, I'd like to lick some pretty little girls in black tights."

''Stop adding things!''

Fuuka isn't even a lesbian, believe me, if she was, I'd be the happiest man alive. At the very least, she'd leave me alone.

As far as I can tell, she says and does stuff like this justto mess with me.

"Yes, I'd like a pretty little girl in black tights who has a small chest she's self-conscious about."

"...You're not even listening to me, are you?.''

' ' SO... You up for the task?'' She finally brought her attention back to me, taking a sip from her drink with a straw.

''I refuse.''

''Don't worry I'm willing to share.''

''That's...not the point..''

This is going nowhere.

''We are gonna need another club member, or we are getting disbanded by the end of this week,'' Fuuka said with a carefree smile.

''Oh? You don't say?''

You need a bare minimum of 4 members to officially start a club. Right now it's just me, Fuuka, and Sera. This might possibly be the best news I heard all-day.

''I mean I got seraphine to join, so it's only natural that you get one to join as well. You know following your senpai's footsteps.''

Only natural she says? It's like she completely forgot I wasn't even on board with this whole club thing. I was the cat that got swept away in Fuuka's hurricane of nonsense.

But on the bright side of things, all I have to do is pass the time and I can actually say goodbye to the club by the end of this Saturday. I'm gonna miss it as much as I've missed my father.

''I know what your thinking? Just so you know it's a bad idea.''

''Mmm.. how so?'' I asked. Her words intrigued me.

"If there is no club, I won't be able to hang out with you on a daily basis. So I'll take the next best thing. Your ROOM! ...GASP! Unless that was your plan all along. You want your senpai to stay in your room, so you can take advantage of my body without anyone knowing. Ayanokouji you sly dog!!'' Fuuka slapped my back.

''...''

It's a shame that locking your senpai up in your basement is frowned upon by society.

''Soo...you want someone with small breasts?'' I said giving up.

''I also want some contrast in our club. Make sure she's innocent. Like super-innocent. You know the type that thinks babies are delivered by storks or something.''

''...''

Getting a new student to join the club, huh?

...Doubt that's possible.

Our club essentially does nothing, so who'd be interested?

How do I even persuade them to join? We have so little purpose that I don't even know why we have a club room. Seriously what kind of student council president green lights such a club.

..Haaah, what a pain.

[A/N place your bets. Who do you think is gonna be the fourth member?]

--

We went to various stores but couldn't find anything good, so we couldn't make a decision. By the end of the day, it was nearly noon.
"Hey Sera, why don't we have lunch?"

"Okay. Well, let's go to the square then. There's a stall selling delicious sandwiches. It's a nice day to eat outside."
"Sure." I shrugged.
When we arrived at the plaza, we found a good number of people strolling around and chatting. There were a few couples who seemed to be lovers, and there were only a few places left where we could sit and eat. I'm guessing they are all seniors since it's unlikely a first-year will get in a relationship this fast.

In addition, there was a large queue at the stall. Well, street foods tend to be more popular to the general public than those fancy restaurants, due to their cheap price and splendid taste. However, the long line far exceeded my expectations. We obviously have to wait a while.

However, I'm a man of efficiency.
"I'll save a bench for you, can you go and buy one for me?"
''Sure dude. I can do that.''

I handed Sera my student ID so she could make purchases with it. It was my treat after all.

I sat down on a random bench and looked over at Sera. When I saw Sera in line, I examined my environment. The weather was rather fine today, the air was calm, and there were butterflies flying around the square. As I was looking at this ordinary scene, I heard Sera's annoyed voice.

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw that Sera was blocked by two men. The food stall was some distance away, so they must have thought she was alone. I sighed and walked over to Sera.

"Piss off you blokes, I gotta deliver this sandwich to its owner before it gets cold."
"What kind of guy lets a cute girl buy stuff. You will have a better time with us."

"Yeah, yeah. It"ll be more fun with us."

Could this be what I think this is? It's the classic troupe, where the heroine gets blocked by street thugs, allowing the hero to come to her rescue and earn some romance points. I've seen this happen an unhealthy number of times in anime. But I'm curious who the hero is in this scenario.

Despite their bold words, the two men looked really nervous and-... WAIT A MINUTE! IS THAT 'IKE AND YAMAUCHI'?

Needless to say, Sera looked unimpressed by her obstructors. Like Gordan Ramsy staring at a McDonald's Happy meal.

''Sorry I don't entertain folks who suffer from such a major illness.''

''Major illness?''

''Yeah? What illness? I can bench 250.''

''Small dick syndrome''

''...''

''Haha your so funny senpai!'' Ike laughed.

''Ya so funny haha!'' Yamauchi repeated.

''Oh yeah... Then why are you dipshits crying?''

''We are not 'sniff' 'sniff' crying, these are tears of joy.''

''Yeah 'sniff' 'sniff' these are t-tears of joy!!''

Sera looked annoyed at the boys who blocked her way, but they did not show any sign of concern and continued to cry-- I mean laugh and tangle with her. Sera couldn't push her way through because her hands were occupied from carrying the sandwiches.

Under normal circumstances I would've just watched from the sidelines, viewing it as a case study on what not to do when picking up a woman.

But...
Right before Sera's frustration reached its peak and she opened her mouth to spew out more verbal abuse, I stood over her to hide her from my classmates.

"I'm sorry. She's with me. Can you refrain from doing that?"

When Ike and Yamauchi noticed me, they blinked a number of times before pulling me to a whisper distance.

They started whispering to me the full story. They were apparently playing truth or dare. When it came Ike's turn, he chose dare, and it was then that Yamauchi noticed the lovely Sera senpai.

He assigned Ike the task of saying a pickup line to her, believing it would be impossible.

Ike was distraught at first, but then he had a eureka moment. Because Sera seemed so out of everyone's league, there's a chance she's never been picked up before, so if Ike approaches her, she'll be so impressed by his confidence that she might just agree.

Even tho it was Ike's solo mission, Yamauchi followed him on the off chance Ike's hypostasis works. Yamauchi seems like the type to get bitten first in a zombie movie, and not tell the group about it.

And that brings us to our current situation.

What they did was pretty harmless so I told them to walk away and let me handle this, but Yamauchi had different plans.

''And leave you alone with that hottie? no chance!'' Yamauchi complained and grabbed my shoulder.

The moment he placed his hand on my shoulder he immediately froze up. Ike tried to say something, but he froze up too. They were starting to sweat.

Despite my calm expression, my eyes were far from calm. I glared at them and it must've been strangely intimidating, cause the two boys seemed to be under a lot of pressure.

When you encounter a dangerous situation your body naturally goes to a fight or flight response. However there are times when the brain can't make the decision fast enough, and that's when you freeze up.

Perhaps viewing me as a threat they closed their mouths and started walking away quietly. All the while, not once did they lose my eye contact.

Dammit, I did it again. I unconsciously let out a side of me I rather bury 6 feet under. Now I gotta make up an excuse the next time I see them. At least it diffused the situation without me having to do anything.

"What's up with those two hipsters. They looked terrified for a sec there."

Sera who had seen everything play out had a skeptical look on her face.

''It seems my face was far too perfect than they could've imagined, sending them in a frenzy of questioning their own sexuality.''

''...Ah...your face makes dudes gay... noted.''

''A simple thank-you would be nice.''

''Didn't really need your help, it's them you saved. I was just about to kick their balls.''

She has such a crude way of speaking, despite her feminine features. What an enigma.

Sera POV

Ayanokouji stared at me for a while like he was analyzing me. He has such an apathetic expression that I can barely tell what goes on inside that head of his. I tossed him the wrapped sandwich. He flawlessly grabbed it.

"Can't say I don't sympathize with them tho, you look even more beautiful in plain clothes, so it's no wonder you had admirers. Plus your fashion taste is great too. Well, let's forget about that and have lunch."

I got flustered by his quick compliment. Like something just short-circuited in my brain.

He always says the most absurd things with a poker face, and that's what makes it worse. I can never tell if he's serious or just messing around.
I was thrilled to hear a compliment from him. This isn't even the first time in my life that I've been described as beautiful. That line was repeated numerous times by both friends and strangers. So why does this feel different?
I decided to cover up the fact that I felt flattered by the compliment, even though I hated flirtatious words, so I started speaking louder.
"I KNOW, I KNOW! LET'S HAVE LUNCH! THE SANDWICHES HERE ARE THE BEST!"

"Oh, it's recommended by you. I"m looking forward to it."

''LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU LA LA.'' I covered both my ears with my hands.

''...You don't have to yell. I'm right next to you...''

I could not help but feel that Ayanokoujis eyes, which were the same as usual, saw through my inner thoughts. But he didn't make fun of me like Fuuka does, so I felt at ease and headed for the bench with him leading the way.

After a pleasant lunch, we headed back to the dorms.
However, the afternoon was a little different from the morning.
He was leading the way while I was following.
In the end, the two of us went around until the evening but didn't find anything good. He walked me back to my dorms. At first, I refused, but he convinced me otherwise. He is surprisingly persuasive. After half a day of escorting, I felt less and less reluctant to rely on him.
"I made you stay with me for a day and I couldn't decide on anything. I'm sorry about that."

I shook my head with a smile as Ayanokouji apologized with a sincere look on his face.
"Don't sweat about it too much. I had a great day too."

"Really? I"m glad to hear that."

I was relieved to see his reassuring look.
For a second there, I thought I was the only one who had fun. I mean I didn't even see him smile once. Kinda weird if I'm being honest. We walked around the campus, went shopping, and even had lunch together...

Huh...

Wait a minute

Isn't that the same as a date?

...

DID I JUST GO ON A DATE WITH HIM WITHOUT ME EVEN KNOWING!?!

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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[A/N next chapter is gonna be something ecchi]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏𝟒: Bunking class to do it with Senpai

Kiyotaka POV

''You want me to do what now?'' I asked Fuuka who was on the phone.

Her sultry voice reverberated in my ear.

She started giving me random phone calls a lot lately. Even text messaging me during class.

''And why am I doing this?''

''Thanks but no thanks. I think I will be fine on my own.''

Just so you know after you went to school, I broke into your house and took that tub of vanilla ice cream from the fridge as a hostage. If you want that icecream to see the light of day again, you better do what I say

''...''

Damn me and my obsession with vanilla ice cream.

''You're lucky that was a limited-time flavor, imported from Dubai.''

--

"Hey Sera, wanna have sex with me just once?" I asked her in a bored tone.

I told her the worst words I could think of, as if I were confessing. I was prepared for a slap on the face. The only reason I chose her was cause she would most likely interpret it as a joke. Not to mention she has firsthand knowledge of how Fuuka can be.

It was currently lunch break, and Sera was leaning against a tree.

Then again there is a chance I might lose my social standing today. If I'm going down, I at least hoped it would be by looking cool, like being known as the 'ANHS school shooter' instead of the guy that asks random high school girls for sex.

Fuuka is such a crazy individual, or maybe I'm the crazy one, forgoing this far for a tub of ice cream.

The girl who was in a position to pass judgment, Seraphine Rose, was silent.

''Okay.'' She mutteerd.

''...''

Her voice was crystal clear but my brain refused to understand what she was saying.

''Could you repeat that?''

''What are you deaf or something?"

"Uh, sorry ...but you sound so beautiful that I couldn't concentrate," I told a random flattering line so I could hide the fact that I was very confused.

''...'' She blushed. "I don't mind. Just one time, sex." She was twirling her pink hair with her index finger.

What...

Is it supposed to be this easy? Then what was the point of me memorizing every single pick-up line in the history of mankind?

"Do you want to do it at school? Or is it your room? Cause I sure as hell won't do it in my room, keep that in mind."

Wait? She wants to do it now? Even went as far as to determine the location.

The only thing I could understand was that things were going in an unexpected direction.

My phone started vibrating so I received it--

I immediately turned off my phone without much consideration for Fuuka.

For the first time, I felt glad for meeting her.

--

And that's how I ended up taking Sera home with me. I even skipped the rest of my classes on purpose because I wanted to be there as soon as possible. She doesn't seem to mind bunking classes either, and to be honest, she does resemble a delinquent. And, contrary to her pretty face, her choice of words is far from feminine.

...

She let her gaze wander around my apartment. Judging by her expression she's probably uncomfortable, but it's nothing to worry about. People tend to be cautious when they enter a new environment.

My cock was already erect from the anticipation and my heart was beating faster than I would like.

''Your apartments pretty neat for a dude?"

'' Yeah, I happen to be a minimalist.''

My dorm room is still pretty much the same as it was when I first arrived. I never bothered to update anything, let alone purchase accessories.

I walked ahead of her so she wouldn't know I had a boner. It seemed like she was mumbling something, but I didn't dare to ask her back.

"Here, this is my room." I welcomed her to my bedroom.

She sits down on my bed with a puff. I walk up to the window that leads to the balcony and pretended to close the curtains. The glass was a bit dense and I could see the reflection of my room like a make-shift mirror. Using the glass window reflection I looked at her without turning around.

She's still as regal as ever.

"Hey, do you want to take a shower first? Or do we get right down to business?... "

"I'll leave it to you. This is my first time doing this shit, so I'm not familiar with its hidden rules and whatnot. But I really don't care either way."

Well, can't say I'm familiar either.

"G etting right down to business it is , then. ...''

"..."

I turned at will and came face to face with her. For a moment, her gaze darted to my crotch and then quickly flew off in the wrong direction.

Her cheeks were faintly tinged with red. The change in her previously expressionless face made me more excited.

"Okay, I'll start." I cracked my fingers Kaneki style.

''Ah huh ...'' Sera nodded.

Still, I didn't want to come across as too eager, so I didn't even take off my clothes and went behind her back. Most first-timers prefer to do it in the dark since seeing each other like this is kinda awkward. Hence why I did what I did.

It's not every day I get to see Sera in her school uniform. She wasn't wearing the mandated red blazer, only her white shirt which was tightly fitted with a black bow tie, pressing against her large breasts. A short skirt that presented her long slender legs wrapped in knee-high black stockings.

I brought my attention to the first thing that caught my eye since she got here.

Her breasts.

Moving my arms around her waist, I grabbed them.

''~~Ah!~~~''

Even though they were through her uniform, they were so firm that my fingers sank into them and was pushed back. I briefly wondered what size they were. B or C, no definitely bigger than that...

''Hey Sera, um, can you tell me what cup size...this is?"

What can I say? I happen to be a very curious person.

She smelled of fresh white roses. If virginity had a smell, this would be it.

''You feral fuck ... go see it for yourself, because I don't have the answers."

She muttered as she turned over. I wondered if she was embarrassed. Since I was rubbing her from behind, I couldn't exactly see her expression. I checked the spot on my window glass to see her reflection but it was the same.

But still, the answer? Am I supposed to rub it and figure it out? Sure, I have the real thing, but I'm still a novice, so there's no way I can compare. I mean there was Fuuka, and that one time I accidentally boob grabbed Ichinose. But it's not like I memorized the measurements.

I had no choice but to rub them. Remembering the definition of cup size that I had seen somewhere, I continued to fondle her boobs mindlessly.

''I d-didn't mean it like that...''

Her tits were hard through her clothes and her breasts were unbelievably soft.

The adorable sight of her rolling over in embarrassment while her tits are squeezed is a sight to behold. The way she wriggles her inner thighs in such a suggestive gesture, makes me want to be mean.

I squished even harder.

"Hahhn !Ahnn H-Hey You Buffon! I mean my b-bra... j-just check my bra!''

I blinked a couple of times.

Was it my illusion or was her voice laced with a certain sexiness? I don't think a normal woman would gasp at the caress of an average person like me, so she must be very sensitive. I think?

"Ah Y-You can check the size of my breasts with my bra.''

"Your bra?...OH!''

Finally, my brain catches up to her. The bra has the size written on it, so I can just examine it. How reasonable.

But... Taking off her bra?

Me?

Well, I'm supposed to be the one taking the lead, so if I struggle to open her bra, it might ruin the mood. Dang it father, why couldn't you teach me actual useful stuff like this, instead of making me memorize all of the Shakespearian literature at age 3.

Sigh... They always make it so easy in the movies.

I can operate open heart surgery with pinpoint accuracy but I can't open a bra... Mmm... I guess I better use my contingency plan.

"Why don't you take off your bra, Sera?" I whispered in her ear.

"H-Huh? Why me?" My breath caused goosebumps on her neck.

"I want to watch you strip."

''...''

Now being this upfront about it might be a gamble on my part, but it's better than admitting that I can't do it.

After a brief silence, she began moving. Thank God.

''...Step away for a bit?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She unbuttons a few buttons, before slipping her arms into her uniform, and then handing me her bra. She was a little frantic and didn't look at me, but I was relieved to see that she was gradually revealing herself to me.

"... Oh, it's warm."

She just handed it to me, so it was natural that I could faintly feel her body heat.

''E-Eh? What are you retarded? It's like you want me to deport your ass back to ADHD land! you don't have to say that!"

''...I'm sorry...''

Her angry voice was also cute. I think.

I began to check her bra, it was pink in color, just like her hair..

"Well, uh, size is ...Double-D!"

"You're talking too loud!" She yelled.

"Well, um, I'm sorry, I guess."

There is only a few percent of women who have more than a DD size, my luck stat must be maxed out to be having sex with someone like her as my first.

"Oh, um, can I touch ... directly?"

"I already told you to do whatever you want! Why do you have to check every single time?

''I wouldn't want to do anything that you wouldn't like.''

''...'' Her ears suddenly turned red as a tomato.

''You gone radio silent, something wrong?''

'' S-S-Shut it! My bra-less tits, do what you want, there I said it! happy? Aah!

When someone says something like that, it's no longer tactful to hold back. Gently putting my hands under her uniform I got my first taste of those supreme tits with both hands.

I can't help but be impressed by the incredibly soft feeling like a giant marshmallow on my fingers.

"Hyahhhh...Ah."

The sweet, numbing voice of the sensitive girl filled the room.

I kept groping her with my hands and looking for the tops of her tits. I let my fingers brush up against those puffy, swollen nipples. Slowing down eventually to do it moretenderly. Gently, but gradually, apply more force to it, rubbing and wrapping her breasts in my hands.

"Mmn ...Hahh , ahhn ...''

I always tend to see such activities from a logical standpoint.

However, during one of my many conversations with Fuuka, she did mention that I'm supposed to feel, not think. I suppose this is what she meant, to let my instincts take over.

Guess even that woman has her uses.

With delicate fingers, I began touching the rest of Sera's body.

I was sliding my fingertips from her shoulder to her arm while looking at the girl's reaction.

I ascertained other places similarly like that. From her soft shoulders to her side, her waist, and then her thigh, her calf.

''Mnnn !Ahn ..s-stop ahnnn !''

Is the body of a girl really this soft? It's so much different than I expected.

Before I realized it, I had already become absorbed in the pleasant feeling of touching Sera's body.

"Aa... n, haa Hey calm d-down ..."

The girl's face from the corner was colored red.

Somehow, the feeling of fondling the body of a beautiful girl earnestly was not bad.

"~ Aa ~~~~~~ ~~!"

And then I felt her body shake with a jerk, and I could feel her heat in my palms. Catching a glimpse of her through the window I noticed that she was sweetly biting the index finger of her left hand, desperately trying to hold back her voice.

Seeing her having a hard time with her sensitive body made me rather fascinated. So, I went back to groping her breasts with both my hands.

I rolled it around with my fingers, squeezed it, pulled it hard, and played with it a lot.

''Mnnn !Ahn, ahnnn ! Ahn, don't be so rough ... !''

She was moaning hard, the kind of moaning you only see in porn. She bent her back down, probably to escape my caress. But that only made her butt press more prominently against my lower body. I wonder what face she's making? I can't even see her reflected in the window glass because she's lying face down.

"StopNoI feel weirdMmh "

''Hey Sera, I'd like to see your beautiful face. Show it to me.''

''..."

When I ask her to do so, she falls silent. So I resumed caressing her, her body trembled but she endured. She wouldn't budge and seemed determined to not show me her face.

Now that I think about it, she accepted everything I did, except when it came to showing her face.

That made me more interested.

A curious Ayanokouji is a dangerous Ayanokouji.

The only reason I escaped here is to indulge my curiosity about freedom and the many things that come with it. I'm willing to go pretty far until I'm satisfied.

Guess I gotta be more forceful, but I'm sure she'll forgive me--

''Oh, ."

I pulled one of my arms out of her uniform and lifted her chin.

The girl reflected in the window had an entranced expression, she looked completely defenseless and irresistibly lovely, drool spilling from her mouth, and a faint smile on her face.

The very lascivious expression on her face filled my heart with a strange sense of satisfaction. How could I not be content when I could do whatever I wanted with such an exquisite body, even if it's just for now?

"Pretty..."

"~~~~-!! !?"

Her red face became even redder to the degree as if one could hear a *puff* sound.

"Y-You stupid... HyanGonna p-put tape on your m-mouthAh"

A flirtatious sweet voice leaks out of her mouth as I gently fondle her nipples impatiently and then stretch them all at once. Sera raised her upper body. It was like she was still in a dream, her body was wavering unsteadily.

''You know I always wondered if you could make a girl cum just from her nipples?''

''W-What''

Once again my curiosity got the best of me.

The nipples, which had swollen up nicely, had changed a lot since I first touched them. I can see clearly how it has changed. Rather erotic if I'm being honest, so I start putting more attention to it.

"... Ahnnnhafu,ah, s-stopWhy are you s-so g-good, Ah You're being too r-r-rough ...''

"You know, you say that, but.. Your body reacts the most when I'm being rough. How peculiar" I answered observingly.

''C-Cum, I-I'm Cumming! "Aaahhhh! Hmm. ... hmm"

She ended up in my arms, shaking with a violent seductive voice. In the mirror, I could clearly see her face as she came, mouth agape and drooling from her half-open mouth.

At the moment of climax, her legs, which had been stretched out, hit the flooring with a thud. In the aftermath of her climax, she slumped back against me, her mind not really working.

We were silent for a bit, the only sound was her stabilizing breathing. I was still gently rubbing her tits, while wondering if cereal is a soup?

What? I like multitasking.

"Oh, um, ...I have a favor to ask you before we do anything else" Sera cooed with a flushed face.

A female in heat would always say the most outrageous things.

However before I got the chance to hear out her favor, my doorbell rang.

I decided to ignore it since my door was locked, and whoever was outside would leave after not hearing any response. Sadly, my plan was promptly obliterated. Even though the door was locked I heard it being opened.

''Yo Ayanokouji! Where you at?''

Wait...I know that voice.

It was Fuuka's!

Sera jumped off me with a blush and started to button up her shirt in a scurry.

Well...there goes my chance to get rid of my virginity. And I was so close too!

sigh...

''I was waiting for you in that cafe for 2 hours! Do you know how damn boring it was? I even brought the ice cream back! It's probably melted now tho. Meh... let's eat together!''

Fuuka entered my room and came to a halt when she saw Sera sitting straight from a little distance from me. The red Sera was fidgeting in her seat, clearly embarrassed. Fuuka's gaze was drawn to the pink bra that remained in the middle of the bed. Sera must have forgotten to put it on in a rush.

The room was dauntingly silent.

Fuuka gazed at my annoyed face then at the bra then at Sera, before bringing her attention back to me. Thoughts were being formulated on her mind till she reached the correct conclusion.

''Ayanokouji were you hanging out with her instead of me?''

''Yup,'' I answered without hesitation.

''So let me get this straight, you rather bang a chick than spent time with me, your self-proclaimed best friend.''

''Yup.''

''...''

Fuuka's eyes were hidden behind her bangs, and she seemed to be trembling. I briefly wondered whether it was from rage or sorrow. Maybe today is the day I can get rid of her. However, my hopes were shattered when her smile grew, bigger than ever.

She was... trembling from happiness?

''C'ome here You!! I raised you so well!!'' Fuuka opened her arms to hug me with a bright smile planted on her face. I had to use my feet to stop her from reaching me. '' God, I feel so proud of you. That was a test! Hoes before Bros. ''

''Isn't it the other way around?''

'' Only if the girl is ugly.''

''...''

" Since this is your first time, I forgive you. But never forget... No matter what you do... It's not legendary, unless your friends are there to see it."

''...''

''So make sure to give me a heads up next time! I will bring the camera.''

''...''

Don't tell me she gets a kick out of seeing lewd stuff happening in front of her?

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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[A/N Ayanokouji just got cock-blocked by Fuuka]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏𝟓: Sleeping with Fuuka Part-1

[Kiyotaka POV]

My sweet dreams were broken by the pressure I felt on my lower body.

"Well~Well~Well~ Look whose finally awake."

A sultry voice called out to me. When I lowered my gaze, on top of my blanket -- a certain senpai was mounting me around my hips with me pinched between her plump thighs. She had placed both her hands on my chest and had a sly grin on her face.

Fuuka Senpai.

She looked down at me with a concentrated gaze. Why do I feel like she's been watching me sleep all night?

"Morning~~."

"...Morning," I replied, not even a bit surprised.

Fuuka pretty much comes and goes from my apartment as she pleases, she might as well kick me out and start living here at this point.

"Sooo... What are you doing?"

"What you ask, waking you up of course. I thought boys like being woken up like this?''

I'm dealing with a certain phenomenon known as morning wood, and worst of all, all of Fuuka's body weight is currently pressing down on it. The way she was sitting on my hips was just like the cow-girl position.

How annoying.

Furthermore, spring is almost over. Summer is right around the corner. The season when a girl's clothes receive the most exposure of the year. In a nutshell, she's dressed casually. Fuuka was dressed in a camisole-style brassiere top and hot leggings this morning. Her bare thighs dazzled in my eyes and the sensation of her mounting me... regretfully felt good.

And much to my disappointment, my eyes were inadvertently attracted to some other spot.

Her breasts.

Fuuka's breasts were rather voluminous. Her corpulent swellings stretched out the highly elastic brassiere top all the way. The cleavage, where multiple of my fingers could fit, was something not to be underestimated either.

"Hey, you wanna get up, or do you want to stay like this?" Fuuka smiled seductively.

I pushed Fuuka to the side before getting off.

However before I got get off my bed, Fuuka grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled me towards her. Until she was lying down while I was on top of her.

''Kyaaa.. Ayanokouji you pervert.'' Fuuka faked a voice of complaint, despite the fact that she's the perpetrator.

Our faces were near to one other at a distance where our breath could be felt.

It was so close that I hesitated to speak. The sweet aroma of my senpai entered my nose. The moment I had collapsed, both straps of Fuuka's brassiere top slipped down her arms and her big breasts were about to spill out. It had slipped down so much that the tip was nearly visible.

Furthermore, one of my knees was wedged between her enticing thighs that protruded from her hot short jeans, and if I moved even one inch, I would unintentionally touch a spot I wasn't allowed to touch.

And in a silence of a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, I stayed still, still processing what just happened.

''Quite energetic today, aren't you,'' Fuuka whispered.

I sighed before calmly getting off her. Fuuka who was still lying on the bed took a more comfortable posture.

''Just you wait Ayanokouji. I will make you crack. Soon. Very soon.''

I ignored her words and got ready for school.

--

Chabishira sensei was explaining Quantum physics on the black board, but my undivided attention was on Horikita, or rather her breasts. Her breasts were average-sized, but it was perky and the ideal shape.

I'm not perving out, I'm just window shopping. Fuuka said she wanted a club member who has small boobs she's self-conscious about. Horikita does seem like the self-conscious type, sadly everything else doesn't match the criteria.

Perhaps noticing my gaze Horikita showed me a displeased expression.

''Your thoughts are clear as day,'' she glared.

''Hey Horikita what's your bra size?'' I asked just to be sure. There is a chance she's so self-conscious of her boobs that she's wearing breast pads to make it seem bigger.

Don't worry I don't judge.

Horikita stared at me with a blank expression. Whatever she expected me to say, this wasn't it. It was as if 'Horikita.exe' stopped working, and was waiting to reboot.

''Are you sure you want me to answer that.'' She took out her compass from her purse with a trembling hand and pointed it at me as if she was ready to slit my throat.

''On second thought, it's probably not worth it.''

''A wise decision.'' She calmly puts the compass back in her purse, like she was sheathing a sword.

Guess Horikita is off the list, Kushida is an obvious no-no. That leaves Karuizawa's group. Maybe I will ask them tomorrow.

--

Just as I opened the front door of my dorm I found a certain white-haired senpai sitting in a seiza sitting position, with her back straight and her legs crossed. I'm not even surprised she got in even though my door was originally locked.

' 'How do you always get here before me?'' I asked my intruder.

''Arent you the one who arrives early? Don't you have any friends in your class you can hang out with?''

''I'm not really an outgoing type of person.''

"Little about you suggests a lack of social skill. I mean a beautiful girl is in front of you, and you never seemed nervous nor stuttered," Fuuka conceded. "You're not shy, but you are an introvert."

"Why are you in my house again," I said warily.

"My house, your house. What's the difference?" Her flirtatious tone made me sigh.

''Can I ask you something?''

''Who me? Go ahead'' She smiled smugly.

''Why the heck are you naked?''

Well, naked is the wrong term. She wrapped herself in a long red ribbon, while strategically making sure it covers all her alluring parts. She looks like a present for me to open.

I didn't know what to say. So I just stared. Her eyes danced with amusement. Her voice alone was entrancing, and just standing there talking with her gave me the stiffest hard-on of my life—and I wasn't even looking below her smug face.

Wait a minute... Why am I getting a boner?

I have seen this woman topless before, her pink nipples in full display, and this hasn't happened.

What's different now? Is it what she's wearing? If you compare a completely nude woman to a woman in a tight swimsuit, the one clothed will have a higher sex appeal.

The idea that imagination makes things more appealing lends some credibility to that notion. Having it covered up makes the male mind ponder and conjure up images of what it might look like. Seeing it directly eliminates any guesswork, and while it may be arousing, the mind does not continue trying to create a visual.

Totally normal. The tease is often more alluring than the reveal.

A magic trick loses some of its flairs once you know the truth. Like foreplay is to sex.

A kind of horny curiosity. Dick-uriosity.

Perhaps to break the silence, Fuuka started speaking-

"How may I serve you, master? Pfft..haha I'm sorry, I always wanted to try saying that." she purred.

''...''

It's a fetish... isn't it? Cause I just felt my dick throb the moment she called me master. However, it's nothing to worry about. Everyone has different fetishes.

Mine just happens to be half-naked girls delivered to me wrapped like Christmas presents, while they call me master.

...

I think I need therapy.

"Ayanokouji?"

"Let's just... uh... go inside." I tried to be subtle in adjusting my pants as I walked.

I failed. Fuuka saw, and was pleased.

Tch... This woman.

Inside, I found the living room light had been left on. I led her into my bedroom and shut the door.

I sighed, dropping my backpack and my blazer on my relatively bare desk.

"I'm pretty tired, I guess. I just need a shower."

"As do I," she responded.

A more experienced man would have recognized the invitation. However, I don't care. I let the hint shoot right past me.

"Okay. Well, there's only one shower; I suppose you could use mine but only after I'm done. I can keep it quick so you don't run out of hot water."

Fuuka cocked her head to one side curiously. It had the effect of raising the hair that dangled over her right breast, revealing more of the curve. But, as though taunting and teasing came naturally to Fuuka, it wasn't entirely exposed.

''You're being weirdly nice to me?'' she smiled, her crimson eyes twinkling.

''Am I? Must be your imagination. Please don't tell me I'm gonna have to get you some clothes?

"Fear not, I still have my school uniform in my bag. Of course, I am perfectly at ease in being nude if that's what you prefer...?"

"Do whatever you want. I'll just go to the shower. I'm exhausted." With that, I grabbed some clothes and stepped out.

Fuuka POV

I looked on in awe. That bulge in his jeans showed that Ayanokouji had a perfectly natural response to my presence. For the first time...

But why today? Why now?

He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but not exceptionally so. If anything, he seemed to be fighting his urges with... virtue? No, I highly doubt that guy is virtuous. Or...maybe because it's me. Hehe, guess that guy is pretty adamant about disliking girls that are troublesome.

I went to his living room, before removing all the red ribbon tangled up with my body.

I took my time untangling myself, still bemused at the thought of him showering alone even though I gave him the signal.

By the time I finished, I found Ayanokouji already in bed. He lay on his bed, his short brown hair wet and his school uniform exchanged for simple blue sweatpants and a t-shirt. He was reading a book. I find him physically appealing enough.

I entered the room brushing my hair as I looked down at my kohai.

Well, I see no reason I can't have plenty of fun with him. Even though I had my clothes with me, I decided to give him a surprise. A naked surprise.

I slipped up to him, grinning as his eyes fluttered in my direction. As usual, he doesn't even seem fazed. He fixed his gaze on me, at my flawless face that would never need make-up. My hair was back over my shoulders to reveal my magnificent chest. My figure was shapely and perfectly curved, my skin smooth and flawless.

"Do you like what you see, Ayanokouji?" I smiled seductively, placing one knee between his legs and leaning over him.

"Yes."

Wait... what? I blinked.

''Just looking at you makes my heart race.''

WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY AYANOKOUJI !?!

Is he possessed?!? How am I gonna find an exorcist in this school? Hmm... Possessed or not, I can't let this chance slip by.

"I am glad. I like to be watched by you. I am glad you find me beautiful... and I am yours, Ayanokouji." I drew ever nearer, my breasts hanging alluringly close to his mouth. "Take me as you like."

...

''Did you actually believe that crap?'' He rolled his eyes.

''H-Huh.??''

"Be gone thot!" He went back to reading his book as if the letters on the paper were more interesting than the beautiful naked girl on top of him.

''Oh... Your back to normal. What a shame.'' I exclaimed disappointedly.

I could've sworn I cracked him today.I know he wants to get laid. But he's not desperate either. I mean I gave him plenty of chances but he practically does nothing to me. What a weird guy.

Kiyotaka POV

Thank God she got rid of the Christmas present cosplay, a few more seconds of exposure to that, and I probably would've taken my chances with Fuuka.

Fuuka POV

I sat upright, giving him yet another view of my beauty in all its glory.

"Lust frightens you?" I observed.

"Not really."

"Then what? You're afraid you'll fall in love after one night of sex?"

"Sure why not." He dryly scoffed. This is probably the first time I have seen his eyes shine with amusement. Like the idea of falling in love with me is something he has no doubt will never happen.

"How old are you?"

"Almost seventeen."

"And no girlfriend? A virgin, I bet, yes?"

''Yeah—"

"I am beautiful, naked, and offering myself to you, bound to you for today, and you won't touch me because you find me troublesome. Is that about right?"

Ayanokouji just shrugged his shoulders in response.

''...''

Tch.. I don't get it. He seemed so into me before he went to the shower. So what changed? Is it because I'm no longer wrapped like a present. No... That's just stupid. I'm fully nude now for crying out loud. Int that like an upgrade.

Wait his mood changed after he came back from the shower.

Shower...

"Oh...I get it," I said, softening my tone and tracing a finger down his chest. "I just realized why you lost all interest in me the moment you came outta the shower.''

''What are you blabbering about?''

I traced my finger further down past the waistband of his pants to give him a genuine rush.

''Haha.. You jerked off to me, didn't you!! That's why your sexual libido is down!''

''...''

I nodded my head, trying not to laugh in exasperation. I might as well run sherlock out of business at this point.

"What?..."

"Don't worry Ayanokouji," I said pulled the sheets over us both, and curled up beside him. ''I don't mind. In fact, I'm flattered.''

"I didn't jerk off to you, Fuuka. In fact, I never even tried jerking off my entire life." He sighed.

''Aw.. Don't be shy... Wait what???''

''I'm a firm believer of #NoFap, the only way I'm ever nutting would be inside a woman.''

''...'' I stared at him, my smile gone for the first time.

''How old are you again?''

''16'' He was back to reading his book. Not even looking at me.

''So let me get this straight. You want to sleep with a woman but you have zero sexual experience. Even with your own body.''

''More or less, yeah.''

I slowly slid off him, until I was laid down right next to him.

He never even tried masturbating... so he has no idea of the dopamine of pleasure that comes with it.

Is that why he's so indifferent to my actions.

This guy... Despite his mind being so fucked up, has the purest body I have ever seen.

That thought alone had me lying awake for hours, silently staring at the ceiling next to him. While he read his book, completely ignoring me.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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[A/N Next chapter will be the first-ever chapter with actual sex in it, between Fuuka and Ayanokouji]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏𝟔: Late night BJ and meeting Hiyori

[ Kiyotaka POV]

Since it was getting pretty late I told Fuuka to go home.

She nodded and I noticed that Fuuka was watching me with doe eyes. There was a strange tension in the air as the two of us walked past rows of doors until we arrived in front of the entrance door. I unlocked it, and then let Fuuka walk outside.

"Well, bye," I said. "Hopefully I don't meet you tommor-"

" Mmn , mwah ... *slurp*... Mmmm !"

Fuuka was on me before I could say another word. Her lips pressed tightly against mine, and she mashed her body and breasts into my chest as though I was her long-lost lover. I was surprised, but I found my cock caught up to the situation much more quickly than my mind.

She managed to kick the door shut before Fuuka began kissing my neck and rubbing her arms up my back. I could smell her perfume, and her natural pheromones, and something about the combination was absolutely intoxicating.

" Mmn ,mwah ! *slurp* *lick*! Mmn ...''

The two of us fell back onto my room bed in a tangle. Fuuka kicked off her shoes and pulled my shirt up and over my head. I ran my hands across her back, feeling for the clasp of her bra, and enjoying the sensation of her soft warm body pressed against mine.

"I think you deserve a reward," whispered Fuuka "And I'm your reward , Ayanokouji ."

She pulled the tank top she was wearing up and over her head, and then unhooked the clasp that I'd been fumbling with. Her breasts were nicely sized, with delicious-looking pink nipples dotting the centers.

I leaned forward and kissed her, and felt Fuuka's lips kiss me back with aggressive eagerness. She leaned back on the bed and wiggled out of her jeans, a sight that was admittedly incredibly erotic for me to watch. I pulled my own jeans off, feeling my cock throb in anticipation of what was to come, and then pushed forward onto her.

" Ayanokouji , fuck me!" cried Fuuka. "Do it, fuck me!"

I always imagined my first time would be with a girl who's refined but noble, you know the type that says 'please be gentle' with moist eyes before I put it in, but Fuuka was acting like a possessed woman, horny and hungry for cock. I pulled off my boxers and immediately felt one of her hands wrap around my shaft, sending a hot wave of pleasure through my crotch.

"Jeez calm down. Did you catch the mad cow disease or something," I complained.

Fuuka didn't seem like she was listening. She had a fierce, enflamed look in her eyes, one that was more captivating than the moon outside. Fuuka licked her lips, and then pushed me down on the bed, bringing her mouth down to my member in a teasingly slow movement.

She pushed her tongue out and gently licked the head of my cock, smiling at my reaction. Begrudgingly I have to admit it did feel amazing, beyond anything that I had known before. My sexual experience was limited, so scratch that, it is pretty much nonexistent.

It felt like the doors to a new, enticing world had been thrown open by the tender touch of Fuuka's tongue.

"Do you like that, Ayanokouji ?" whispered Fuuka. "This is what a loyal club member like you deserves..."

"Meh... I guess" I shrugged my shoulders as Fuuka leaned forward and brought my cock into her mouth. Her lips were big and perfectly suited for the task, and wrapped around my hard member as though they were stitched with elastic.

Fuuka bobbed her mouth up and down on my cock, letting more of me into her with each pass. My hand instinctively reached for the back of her head, but she swatted it away playfully. She was in complete control of me, or at least that's what she wants it to look like.

But something about it made the sensation even more intense and overwhelming, so I just let it happen.

"I can't believe I'm actually letting you do this." I sighed.

I tapped the girl lightly on the shoulder. I wanted to give her a heads up, or some kind of warning. I wasn't used to the amount of pleasure she was giving me, and I felt his body being driven towards a premature climax. Focusing on my breathing could only take me so far when my cock was inside a warmer, wetter, more heavenly place than it had ever been before.

Fuuka pulled her mouth off my cock, a string of saliva connecting them, and jerked me off for a moment. She looked up at me and smiled devilishly.

"Does this feel good, Ayanokouji ?"

I nodded, feeling my heartbeat and my cock throb with eager, erotic horniness.

"Do you want me... to make you cum?"

I paused and stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. Am I really gonna let Fuuka be my first? I can think of at least 100 girls better than Fuuka.

''Seriously you gotta think on that? Bro, I got your dick in my hands!''

''Ah...screw it. Do whatever you want.''

I agreed and watched as the attractive girl brought her lips to the head of his cock and gave it a passionate kiss. Her lips were so soft, and as she began to lick and suck and pleasure me, I felt my body crossing over the line.

She pulled back right as I began to cum, taking the better portion of my load onto her cheeks and face, as if I was marking her. I felt himself melting back into the room bed, oblivious to anything other than the intense release that I'd just been given.

"You must be new at this," said Fuuka, smiling. "I wish I could do more than this. But I'm sleepy right now."

I looked at her, and saw that she meant what she was saying. I slowly began to pull my clothes back on.

''So, how was it?'' Fuuka asked with a teasing smile.

"Better than I expected. But not something I would be doing again."

She smiled at me, and something about the look in her eyes made me uncomfortable.

I noticed Fuuka making herself comfortable next to me. Pulling the blanket over her like she is about to sleep.

''What?'' Perhaps noticing my gaze she asked, before turning off the lights. ''Don't tell me you still want to kick me out after all that.''

''No, you can stay. But only for today.'' I answered calmly.

I couldn't see Fuuka's face due to the lack of light, but imagine she's smiling in a smug manner. By the time I woke up the next morning, Fuuka was gone from my bed.

--

[Karuizawa POV]

"Ayanokouji can I have a bit of your time''

He was ready to leave and probably go home, so I had to grasp his arm to prevent him from fleeing. I drew him aside in the corner so we could talk privately.

His gaze immediately went to my cleavage. Uggh...my eyes are up here. I had to fight the urge to cover it with my hands. And he was one of the few boys who would maintain perfect eye contact throughout the whole conversation.

What's wrong with him today?

But instead of ogling it as I expected, he looked disappointed. Like a dad who just read his son's browser history.

Well, it doesn't matter I already stayed up all night memorizing every response to every question he might ask, in an exaggerated hyper-feminine manner. Every answer is gonna me seem like a woke charming girl in his eyes. It's gonna be a piece of cake to seduce him.

Unlike last time where that white-haired got caught me off guard.

This time I'm ready for anything.

"What's your bra size?" He asked out of nowhere.

Anything except that...

He asked me with a straight face, with zero sign of shame on his face. Seriously Sato what did you even see in this guy?

' 'Why are you even asking me that. Plus why do you look so disappointed, is it not big enough?'' I said while looking down at her chest.

'Dammit, it's not small enough! Fuuka specified a flat chest' thought Ayanokouji.

''All every boy cares about is big boobs. This is why Hirata is the best.'' I crossed my arms.

''Boob is boob. Who cares if it's big or small. I believe in true boob equality" Ayanokouji said out loud.

I sighed, I can't believe I'm actually having this conversation with him.

"See, you boys never look at the Big picture. The problem with boobs is if you have big ones, you can never look thin. You get these burns on your shoulders from bra straps, and your back hurts. And unless you're using them for their intended purpose, they're always in the way."

"In the way? In the way of what? My hands, MY FACE?

''Ugh...''

''Don't you blaspheme in here." He looked up to the sky. "She didn't mean it, bro. Promise."

Who is he even talking to? God?

The situation is so weird right now. Wait no... the situation is perfect now. He's comfortable in the conversation and so am I, and now I can make my move.

''You never dated anyone before right?'' I asked him straight to the point.

''More or less, ya.''

''Yeah, I had a feeling it's like that. And you are single right now, correct?''

''Right again.''

I also had a feeling there is nothing going on between him and that senpai. One-sided if I have to guess.

''Perfect! Cause I'm currently in the market for a boyfriend. So what do you say?''

''Nope,''

''Nice! For our first date, I want us to go to-- WAIT WHAT?''

''Nope,'' He said again with zero hesitation.

Seriously... zero hesitation? He didn't even think about the offer. I mean I've never been in a relationship myself, but am I this undesirable?

I'm out here offering myself, and he didn't even consider it for a moment? If you ever want to lose all your self confidence, talk to Ayanokouji, I guess...

Wait maybe I've been looking at it from the wrong direction. Maybe what he wants isn't big boobs. Maybe...

"You're one of those weirdos that like lolis ? You want me to get a breast reduction or something?"

His expression morphed into one of horror. You'd have thought I told him I made an amazing stew from tiny babies and puppy tongues.

"Why on earth would you do that? That's like God giving you a beautiful gift and you kicking him in the nuts."

''Pfft...'' I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing.

For a guy with an apathetic face, he surprisingly has a sense of humor.

He looked at me in the eye before-

''I just don't want to explore dating right about now. Maybe sometime later down the line'' He seemed deep in thought. ''But not now.''

He left me alone as he went on his way. I stood there wondering how I'm going to explain this to Sato. This is so annoying.

--

[Kiyotaka POV]

I wanted to take a look at the school library before I head home, it's one of the few places I haven't explored yet.

''E-Excuse me...''

Having grown absorbed in analyzing the library, I don't even notice the tug at my sleeve.

''Excuse me... can you hear my voice?''

Until the final "excuse me" of many finally catches my ear.

''...Hm?''

I drop my gaze in the direction of the voice, and find a short silver-haired girl looking up at me. She looked rather cute.

''Are you here to read books... by any chance? Or perhaps, a book thief?''

''No one's going to admit that they're a "thief" if you ask them point-blank.''

The silver hair nods several times, slowly closes her eyes, and begins to repeat my words.

''Oh... come to think of it, you're right.No one's going to admit that they're a "thief" if you ask them point-blank...''

''O-Ok?'' I asked.

''Well then, let me change the question... are you NOT a thief?''

''Flexible thinking isn't your strong suit, clearly.''

''I'm sorry?''

''...No, forget it. Need anything from me?''

''Uhm... well, as I said, I'm attempting to determine whether you're a suspicious character. Because if you not I was wondering if you want to read with me.''

She inquired, with an innocent smile. She's lugging a hefty book around with her now that I see her more clearly. Not to mention how deserted the library is.

''You're not very good at pickup lines, are you?''

''P-Pardon?''

Was she waiting for someone to show up so she could talk about books? Now all I can think about is how sorry I am for her. Like coming across a starving stray cat on the street.

''No, never mind. But I have to ask, why me?''

''I mean you are a first-year, are you not?''

''You can tell, just by looking at me?''

''I've been observing you since you entered the library, and you didn't seem used to the landscape. So I assumed you're a first-year like me. Was my observation incorrect?''

She's pretty sharp for her size.

''I don't think you introduced yourself.'' I changed the topic.

''Ah... pardon me.My name is Shina Hiyori . It's a pleasure to meet you.''

She seems perfect. Small breasts and everything. It's not exactly flat but I'm nitpicking at this point. And not to mention her innocence with all those direct questions. I bet she's the type of girl who's gonna go to Light Yagami and ask 'if he's Kira?' with a smile on her face.

''So Hiyori , ever fancied joining a club?''

''A club? Can't say I have?''

''That's a shame... cause I know this one club where you can find like-minded individuals. It's like heaven for fellow book lovers. We can read all the books there with our heart's content.''

''W-Wait really??'' Her eyes were sparkling like she found gold.

I kinda feel bad baiting her, but what choice do I have. Also, it's not like I'm lying. Fuuka did say the club's whole purpose is that it has no purpose. We can do whatever we want. I don't think Fuuka would mind someone using it to read books.

''Ok! If you're in that club, then I'm joining as well... ah''

Stopping dead, she stared at me with an expression that clearly indicates she has something to say.

''What's wrong? You need something?''

''Well... I don't even know your name.''

''Come to think of it, you're right.''

''I'm sorry.''

I don't get why she's apologizing. She must be very polite.

''Well, it's Kiyotaka Ayanokouji , but you can call me whatever you want.''

''In that case, would it be acceptable if I addressed you as Kiyotaka ?"

She's acting very familiar with me all of a sudden. All because I like books?

''Ok. Then I will call you the book harvestor.''

''H-Harvestor...?'' Hiyori made a sour face, probably cause the name isn't cute enough.

''My bad. Would plain 'Hiyori' be better?''

She nodded.

Judging from her smile, it seems she really disliked my little nickname for her. I thought it was rather cool.

Shiina Hiyori..

This was a random chance encounter, but I have a good feeling about her.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏𝟕: Doing lewd things to swimsuit-wearing Senpai

[ Ayanokouji POV]

Today was the first day of our swimming class. The lads were optimistic, perhaps because they get to see the girls in their swimwear. I decided to go to the nearest vending machine to grab something to drink because it takes a while for the girls to change.

The closest vending machine was located away from the swimming pool. Though the long walk was annoying, I was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face over there.

''Ah, Sera, fancy meeting you here.''

Didn't think I would run into the beautiful pink-haired tsundere senpai here.

''Oh hi,'' She stared at my school-issued tracksuit. "Let me guess.. swimming class?"

"Yup.'' I glanced at her large boobs pressing against her uniform. Her pink hair was tied in a ponytail.

" Ayanokouji you're staring at my boobs..."

''In my defense, they were staring at me first.''

''...''

She rolls her eyes, turning a blind eye to my raging adolescent hormones.

I let her use the vending machine first, while I waited. She picked an unusual flavor 'Sakura flavored Pepsi. Opening the can with a swift motion, she took a long sip.

''You wanna have a taste?'' Perhaps noticing me looking at her drink she asked.

''Don't mind if I do.''

'' Okay, just make sure that your lips doesn't touch the can! And I'm not saying it cause I'm afraid of an indirect kiss or anything like that, got it! ''

I grabbed her wrists and pressed them against the vending machine behind her.

"Hey! What are you... Mmngh, mwah"

And with her arms somewhat raised over her head, I took both her lips between mine.

We felt each other's breaths as we kissed.

Sera's sweet scent graces my senses as her soft lips touch my own. She did give me permission to have a taste so I'm honoring that agreement.

And she did very much taste like sakura flavored Pepsi.

Then my tongue tangled with and tugged on her pink tongue. Even though she resisted at first, Sera began intertwining her own tongue against mine.

The stark contrast between her strict character and the soft touch of her lips is strangely arousing.

"Mwah... Mmmmngh , mlln ..."

(Hey! What the hell does he think he's doing sticking his tongue in my mouth!? Stop it, you wretch!)

Her breasts are rubbing against me while she's kissing me... so I grabbed ahold of them and softly caressed them.

" Aaahn ... No... groping... Yaaahn , haaahn ... Hah, hah, nnh ..."

With her body pressed lightly against mine, I fondle her breasts and kiss her tongue as it enters my mouth. After a while, she pulls her lips apart from mine as she attempts to stop herself from continuing.

" Haaah , haaah ... E-Enough , Ayanokouji ! We can't be doing this in public..."

''You mean it's fine if it's in private.''

" Nnngh ... I-I didn't mean it like that..."

Her face blushing, Sera takes a quick glance at my obvious tent pressing against her stomach before gulping.

Taking it as a sign I grabbed her hands and made her follow me.

Hanging out with Sera made me realize something peculiar about her.

''YOU FIEND!! You Horny Bastard! Pervert! PERVERT! unhand me right now!'' Sera shrieked.

That's right... Kissing and groping her out of the blue doesn't bother her much, but the second I hold her hand she freaks out like a cat exposed to cold water. Hand-holding is her kryptonite.

After a few more seconds of verbal abuse from Sera, she calms down. Her face was cherry red, and visible steam came out of her head.

With her fingers intertwined with mine I led her to my next destination.

--

I was currently sitting on a metal bench in the girl's locker room. Why the girl's locker room, you may ask? I mean I wouldn't wanna do anything lewd in a room that smells like men's sweat. Plus it's currently empty.

There was another reason I picked this area. It's because I noticed a lot of hidden cameras in this school. Of course, I already scouted out the blindspots and safe zones. One of such zones is the locker room. Putting cameras here would be a breach of privacy, so there is nothing to worry about.

I'm basically skipping my swimming class right about now, I briefly wondered who won the boob size bet the guys made this morning. This continued until a figure showed up and closed the door, I had been waiting a while for her.

''You have some weird fetishes, you know that right?'' Sera showed up embarrassed covering her breasts with her hands, showing off her one-piece swimsuit. I told her I wanted to do it while she was in one. Though I didn't actually think she would listen to my request.

"Perhaps? But let's start from where we left off.''

"We are, starting over again right? It's embarrassing but... if it's you, I..."

My fingers scooped up her pink hair. It was soft like silk, a really pleasant sensation to the touch.

"...Take, responsibility okay ?" Sera looked up at me with reproachful eyes.

I faltered a little. Hearing a girl say those legendary words really awakens something in a man. In fact, I almost spit out three legendary words of mine.

Spread you--... NO! it's still not time yet.

"Roger." Myhand caressed Sera's body.

Gently, and affectionately. From the top until the bottom, I relished in it as if making my hand remember the shape of Sera's body.

" Haa ... aa ... Hyan !" Heated breath spilled out from Sera's wet lips.

I caressed her side from the bottom of her waist. Sera knitted her eyebrows and raised a soundless voice from her mouth.

Her well-trained abs were squeezed firmly, a faint vertical line following her navel was coming to the surface. My finger was sliding tracing that line.

A lovely voice from Sera was raised.

"Do, doing that, with, my body is... ha, ahn -"

When I lowered my hand to her abdomen, my movement stopped suddenly. My gaze was absorbed into the two large swelling breasts which were rising and falling from her heavy breaths.

My gaze moved from the breasts to Sera's face.

Her face was staring at me as if in befuddlement. And then, inside those eyes, it must be my imagination but there seemed to be miniature hearts in them.

With a quick motion, I grabbed her left breast over the swimsuit, it was as if I was confirming the shape of her breasts with a weak loving caress.

" Aa ... uu ..."

Sera knitted her eyebrows as if enduring something.

"How does it feel?"

I asked that question completely expecting a tsundere response from her, however-

Sera faced me with unfocused eyes, then she smiled shyly.

"It, feels... good ."

――How cute.

Putting strength into my hand, I grasped Sera's breast.

" Kyauuaaaa !"

Sera's waist collapsed and she flopped down on the floor. I stretched my hands before also sitting down on the floor together with her, in order to embrace her body.

With her body tightly pressed against mine, I could feel her heartbeat through my chest.

The radiance inside Sera's eyes was increasing. Perhaps due to sweat her skin's tone and gloss looked all the more striking.

However, Sera's state was strange.

Her eyes that tended to look downcast shined bewitchingly, she sent me an inviting gaze.

" Ayanokouji ... I want more ... you too, you feel that this is still not enough right ?"

"That's not something the Sera I know would say, you oka--!"

Sera leaped at my neck. She pushed and held me down, Sera was now above me.

"Hey, Ayanokouji ... I, feel that my body is hot ... can you quickly take responsibility ?"

She whispered to me teasingly, with a tone that was like bullying me. Those eyes were turning moist bewitchingly.

Okay... she's definitely horny, granted it's probably my fault.

Her symptoms were similar to the time she had that aphrodisiac tea. In addition to this intoxicated state, the way she's being forceful in an exceedingly heightened sexual desire, I can't help but be reminded of Fuuka.

Sera suddenly punched the floor really hard next to my face.

I looked up at her, confused.

"Even though you are doing lewd things with me... you are thinking about other women?" She glared at me.

Killing intent welled up inside Sera's eyes.

How does she know Fuuka came to mind? this must be the case of women's intuition.

Now, this is fascinating. I never expected Sera to have this side to her. Well, I can think about it later. Right now my priority is to diffuse the situation.

"Don't be ridiculous, Sera. Right now I only have eyes for you."

Sera was staring at me fixedly with doubtful eyes, but her looks became lewd once more and she embraced me.

"If that's true then, show me your proof, quickly ."

She crawled her lips on the nape of my neck.

Her heated breath and her wet and soft tongue were slowly crawling from my earlobe until my collarbone slowly.

It was something I had never experienced before, a ticklish sensation.

I just shrugged my shoulders and went along with it.

I embraced Sera tightly again, my hands getting close to her plump butt. The shape of Sera's breast greatly warped, pushing back at my chest.

Sera also circled her hands-on my back, caressing around as if to confirm the shape of my backbone and shoulder blade.

Sera pressed her lower body on me and entwined her legs. Her desire of wanting to be glued to me for even a little bit more was expressed through her body. I didn't stop softly caressing her butt.

I wanted to touch her face and reached out my right hand. But--

"What are you doing?"

Sera tilted her head welcomed my fingers with her mouth. She put my index and middle fingers into her mouth and licked them around.

A wet licking sound was produced and a strange lewdness filled the air.

In a daze, Sera attentively sucked at the fingers. It was as if she was trying to squeeze out something. The act gave me flashbacks to the night Fuuka sucked me off.

As Sera was sucking my fingers, her breasts were shaking in jiggles. With my left hand, I began to rub those breasts.

" Hyann , geez Ayanokouji ... You really know how to touch me.. haa ."

I caressed her soft boobs slowly, however this time I did it with more strength than before.

" Fuu , an, it feels good... Ayanokouji , aaaan"

While enjoying the smooth feel of Sera's bare skin and swimsuit, I played with her breasts with both my hands by circling both my hands.

However, curiosity got the better of me again. I wanted to feel Sera's skin directly with my whole palm. Such desire filled my head.

Unable to wait any longer, I shoved my fingers inside through the cleavage gap between her skin and the swimsuit.

" Aah , Ayanokouji ..."

This was the second time I had ever touched a bare breast. Touching it directly does heighten the excitement, how curious. I could feel the throbbing of her rapidly beating heart.

The silky smooth skin under the swimsuit was slightly sweating, I felt a moist feeling on my palm. During that, I felt something that was protruding out from the tip of her breast which felt harder than the surroundings. Her tits.

My fingers tightly pinched her tits.

" HAUuAAAAAAAAAAN !"

Sera raised her voice as if she was overcome with emotion. She bent her body with her body trembling from being struck with pleasure.

I reflexively pulled out my hand from the intenseness of her reaction.

However, as if demanding for that pleasure, Sera embraced my face.

My face was buried between the valley of Sera's breasts. The breasts were soft, its shape freely changed, clinging closely to my face. Sera's sweat smelled somewhat sweet.

" Haa , haaan ... do, don'tt ... a, aa "

Before I could do anything else, I heard voices coming from the entry door-

??

"Ah Finally〜!" "

"The first time on the pool is really the worst〜"

''The boys were being such perverts too〜"

Various voices are heard from across the entrance of the locker room.

" W-Wha —" Seems that was enough to wake Sera up from her drunken lust state.

The chime signaling the end of the swimming lesson didn't ring. Why are the girls returning so early, even though there are just 10 minutes left?

Ah... I see.

It seems I've been naive and forgot about basic common sense. Under typical circumstances, changing clothes in a swimming class takes much longer than in a conventional PE class. It's all more natural if it's a girl. If that's the case, it's no wonder the class got dismissed ahead of time.

Well, Sera getting caught isn't an issue since she's a girl in the girl's locker room. Nothing out of the ordinary. Me, on the other hand...

I scanned the room until I found the air vents, big enough for my body. Guess I'm going with tha--

"— Ayanokouji , quick hide!"

Sera pulled my unwilling hand with force towards the lockers.

"Hey, Hey! You, what are you..."

Rather than answering, Sera took out a hair clip and bent it enough to produce a makeshift key before selecting and lockpicking a random locker.

I would've been impressed if I wasn't in a position where I'm about to be permanently labeled as a pervert.

Sera's hand abruptly forced me into the random locker as a hiding place. It is a narrow dark space—

"Damn that was fucking close〜 wasn't it Ayanokouji ." Sera breathed a sigh of relief.

The moment Sera said that, the girls who had completed their swimming lessons filed into the locker room one by one. The sound of steel doors opening quickly echoed around the room.

Guess escaping through the air vents is out of the question now. And here I thought I was gonna pull off some cool stunts like the ones in mission impossible.

"Throwing me in a place like this all of a sudden. What were you thinking?"

"Hey! A simple thank you would be nice. You are welcome BTW! However, on the bright side of things we are able to stick close to each other right, Ay-ano-kou-ji ?〜"

The locker was kinda small enough to make anyone claustrophobic so it's no surprise that her body is pressing against mine.

"You do realize you basically trapped us right. What do you think the owner of this locker is gonna find when she opens it?"

Taken aback by what she had heard, a large amount of sweat dropped from the face of Sera.

"What are we going to do now, Ayanokouji ? We are fucked!?"

"Relax... Because I'm more fucked than you are."

"SHIT!! In that case screw the world! Let's finish what we started!''

"You, What do you think you're doing! Oi!? Why are you taking my clothes off for?!"

" If I'm going to die, then I might as well die with a smile on my face. It's your fucking fault for making me feel this way . Just being this close to you makes my body mushI can't stop myself anymore"

Having being said that, Sera skillfully took off my gym Tshirt in this minuscule space,

"Hey... you are making things worse!"

I persuaded her to no avail. Sera looked up at me with hearts in her eyes.

"Ara Ara... Just let senpai take care of the rest "

And just like that, her smooth slender hand entered my tracksuit's trousers.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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[A/N Guess whose locker they are trapped in]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏𝟖: Haruka's T-rex surprise and Hiyori joining Ayanokouji's club

In the girl's locker room-

"Hey Haruka , why didn't you join us for a swim today?"

"Ah,... I wasn't feeling well"

When asked by Kushida, Haruka responded rather ambiguously in a spur of a moment,

"Or maybe— you have trouble wearing your swimsuit because of your enormous breasts, need help?"

Kushida teased in such a manner. With fingers on both of her hands performing a groping motion, Haruka desperately thought for an excuse.

"No... Nothing like that, I just don't like to swim. That's all."

Haruka overheard the boys talking this morning about a bet to see who had the biggest breasts. Not wanting to be seen as an object of desire for the boys, she skipped the swimming class entirely.

She was still wearing her school uniform. The only reason she's here now is cause she left her hairpin in her locker.

I actually do like swimming, if only the boys would stop being so immature about it— as those feelings swirled inside her heart-

Haruka opened the door of her locker, and all of her thoughts and actions came to a halt. Inside the locker, her face turned pale, as she found her classmate Ayanokouji dressed shirtless in his PE uniform.

"..."

"..."

With a sudden incident that came out of the blue, an awkward silence drifted between Ayanokouji and Haruka. —furthermore, it was a situation not possible to overlook.

There was a beautiful pink-haired girl wrapping her body around him, kissing his neck. Looking more carefully, there were hickeys all over Ayanokouji's neck. The girl has clearly been at it for a while.

Ayanokouji doesn't seem to be bothered by the girl, as he gazed at Haruka with a face that betrays no emotion.

The pink-haired girl stopped what she was doing and looked at Haruka, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his collarbones.

Haruka stared at the amazing sight with a blank expression.

She blinked a couple of times before slowly closing the locker door and opening it again. However much to her dismay, the sight didn't disappear.

Just like the Chronicles of Narnia's, she thought her locker opened a rift to an alternative dimension. A pervert dimension... which had Ayanokouji in it for some reason.

Haruka reached out her hand and pocked Ayanokouji's cheeks, wondering if he was real or not.

"YO, what's up, Haruka ?" Ayanokouji greeted the girl with a very chill voice and a perfect poker face.

" KyaAAAAAAAAAAAA !?"

Jumped up in surprise because of the sudden sight, the locker door was slammed hard at the speed of light.

And she dashed away from the girl's locker room as if her life depended on it. Her cheeks were cherry red and there were spirals in her eyes.

''Whoa... What's wrong with Haruka?'' Kushida asked with a voice of concern.

Kushida has already taken off her swimsuit and finished her preparations to go to the shower. Next to Kushida was Mei-yu.

''M-Maybe she saw a c-cockroach.'' Mei-yu said with a shaky voice like she spoke lord Voldemort's name.

All the girls instinctively backed away from Haruka's locker. Needless to say, Meu-yu's comment further saved Ayanokouji from being discovered.

''Ah yes. Even I don't like pests, you're the same too, right Horikita?'' Kushida asked with a gentle smile.

''Indeed, I despise them. Just like the pest that's trying to talk to me,'' Horikita replied without hesitation.

''S-Sorry I couldn't catch the last part?''

''Nothing, pay no heed to my words.'' Horikita coolly took her uniform and headed to the girl's bathroom to change her clothes.

--

After ten minutes or so, the locker room was empty. Haruka's locker instantly opened and out came Sera and Ayanokouji. They were stricken with sweat, the inside of this locker might as well have been hotter than the latest oven.

They already lost their mood to do anything lewd, after almost getting caught.

''You should go first.'' Ayanokouji gave Sera a pat on the head.

''Right!''

However as she was leaving, she came to a halt and turned around.

"—Hmmmm. We are still gonna continue... this.. later, right?"

Seraphine Rose said with her arms crossed under her ample bosom. Exposing her bare legs and her natural and perfect shoulders— her outfit was still a swimsuit and haven't changed yet.

'' Of course, that goes without saying.''

Ayanokouji doesn't know when it's going to happen, but he was definitely looking forward for it

--

[Ayanokouji POV]

Usually, after school, I would immediately head back home, but now I'm a member of a club. And if I don't show up, Fuuka will just appear in front of my dorm with Sera. Not wanting her to mess up my room, I just push through it and attend the club meetings.

Since the club has no particular purpose, Fuuka just makes us do whatever she feels like.

We were sitting at a table in the corner of the club room, playing 'old maid' with cards. Fuuka continued to win every game with a big grin on her face.

Sera was passing the time by playing angry birds on her phone, and when it was her turn, she would pick a card at random without looking at it. She's clearly uninterested in the game.

I, on the other hand, don't even know the game's rules, and even if I did, I'd still let Fuuka win. Just that the game can conclude quickly and I can go home.

This went on for a while until the club door suddenly banged open in a dramatic fashion.

Much like those tasteless soap opera's there stood the silhouette of a man.

The mysterious figure made his way to our table.

''You know why I'm here right?'' the intruder asked while staring at Fuuka.

The intruder was a fair-skinned male with an average physical build, black hair that has bangs swept to the right, gradient brown eyes, and was roughly 175 cm tall.

''Gee I don't know Kiriyama , if you are here to ask me out, my answer is 'no'. I don't date dogs. Sorry not sorry.'' Fuuka wasn't even looking at him as she drew another card from her deck. The game of cards was more important to her than the intru- no Kiriyama senpai.

Even Sera seemed unfazed, looking at her phone screen with a bored expression.

''LISTEN HERE YOU LITT--'' Kiriyama stopped himself from saying whatever he was about to say. Maybe because he realized losing his cool is definitely what Fuuka wants.

Taking deep breaths to calm himself he continued. ''Why are you even starting a club, you never bothered to do the special exams. Our class wouldn't be in this state if only you got serious.''

Special exams? Now that's a term I haven't heard yet, I wonder what it implies.

''You know me, I do whatever I want, depending on my mood. The world can burn for all I care, it doesn't matter as long as I'm satisfied.''

''Whatever I'm not here to chat. I'm just here to tell you that your club has failed to meet the minimum club member requirement. And as per our rules, I'm hereby disbanding it.''

''That four-eyes got some nerve, sending a side character to deliver the news.''

''That four-eyes is our student council president, at least show some respect and HEY!'' Kiriyama senpai looked pissed off.

''Fear not, I sent my most trusted subordinate to find our fourth member. He's got everything covered. She should be here any moment now. Right Ayanokouji?''

I glanced at Fuuka to warn her that I didn't do anything, however, she smirked and gave me a thumbs up. She's under the impression that I did my job. Kinda feel bad, but meh...

It doesn't really matter to me even if this club gets disbanded.

Sera was still typing away on her phone, ignoring the whole situation.

''Yeah...sure, I'm preparing the papers to disband your club. It's not like a fourth member is magically gonna apea--''

As if Kiriyama senpai's voice was heard the club door opened again. Only this time a female student meekly looked in, before Kiriyama senpai could finish his sentence.

Hiyori...

''Uh, excuse me? Is this club still looking for members?

''Huh?'' Kiriyama looked stunned.

''Ah speak of the devil, she must be our fourth member, isn't she? She's got the small boobs and everything'' Fuuka smiled at me.

Please don't look at me like that, it wasn't my intention to even help. I just did my bare minimum to make it seem like I'm making an effort, speaking of which I still don't know why Hiyori took up my offer.

''Eh,'' Hiyori looked confused.

''Oh please, she's obviously lost. Like anyone would join this pathetic excuse of a club.'' Kiriyama brought his attention to Hiyori. ''You must be a first-year. Just so you know this is the 'intellectual culture research club', and in case you're wondering no it's not an actual club. So you can go on your merry way.''

''But this is the club I wanna join.''

''That's right you made a mistak-- Wait what?''

''I said I came here to join this club,'' Hiyori repeated.

''Awww look at you Kiriyama , you look like an idiot. It must really suck to be you. Why don't you cry back to Nagamu , I'm sure he's gonna give you a lap pillow if beg enough.'' Fuuka flashed him a flamboyant smile.

''Tch... Did Kiryuin blackmail you or something ??'' Kiriyama refused to believe Hiyori would want to join this club out of her own volition. Can't say I don't sympathize.

Apart from Fuuka herself, I doubt anyone would even bother to join this club.

Sera suddenly glanced up from her phone, probably cause she heard the word blackmail.

''Not really. I'm unaware of anyone called Kiryuin.''

''Are you sure you want to join this club? if you want I can personally recommend you to far better ones more suited for your--''

''No need, I already made up my mind to join this club.'' Hiyori seemed unaffected by Kiriyama's failed persuasion.

Fuuka was radiating dangerous levels of smugness while watching the whole situation unfold. Kirigami was walking away from her like a vampire exposed to sunlight.

''Tch'' Kiyiyami was visibly annoyed. ''If you don't mind me asking why are you so adamant in joining this particular club?''

''Ah well,'' Hiyori seemed hesitant to answer, ''Ahm ...it's c-cause..''

''It's cause?''

'' S-So I can be with my book buddy.'' She said with a slight blush while looking down at her feet.

''...''

''Book buddy?'' Both Fuuka and Kiriyama tilted their heads looking confused. Perhaps noticing that Hiyori was stealing glances at me, both of them looked at me.

''Oh my, Ayanokouji you sly fox, you already got your claws on that young kohai'' Fuuka slapped my back. I glared at her but she ignored it. ''Truly , it seems the baby bird has finally learned how to fly.''

Please stop hitting me.

''I see...'' Kiriyama coughed. ''T his must be what you were talking about when you said he had it covered.'' He seemed to have given up on pursuing this situation any further.

''Mmm,'' I chose to remain silent.

''Why of course, I wouldn't have picked him as my 'friend with benefits' if he wasn't competent!'' Fuuka wrapped one of her hands around my shoulders.

''...don't you mean 'friends'..''

''I'm sorry Kiriyami , but did I stutter.''

''...''

Sera sighed loudly while Hiyori looked around probably wondering what friends with benefits meant. She's definitely as innocent as she looks. I'm starting to feel guilty for dragging her into this club.

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After Kiriyama senpai left with a dissatisfied look on his face Fuuka was ecstatic. I guess that guy and she is not on good terms.

I was giving a basic tour of the club to Hiyori. Nothing serious really, just telling her the wifi password and whatnot. Fuuka distributed cold drinks from the mini-fridge to everyone as a means of celebration.

''Hey Kiyotaka,'' Hiyori pocked me. The two of us were currently seated on the red couch in the center of the room.

''Yeah, what is it?''

''Uhm... I been wondering this for a while now, but you said this club was a safe haven for fellow book lovers. So... where are the books?''

''...''

Her judgment was reasonable; aside from the stupidly enormous tv screen Fuuka squandered the club's funds on, and that video game system, coupled with a handful of basic pieces of furniture in the room, this club has nothing much going for it.

''Uh.. you sure I said that.''

''Yup, I'm not showing off when I say this but I have a really good memory. Unless you lied about that only to trick me into joining this club. But you would never do that, will you Kiyotaka?''

''...''

She looked up at me with moist eyes.

''Who me? Of course not. Only a scumbag would take advantage of someone like you.''

Hiyori smiled and nodded. Those puppy-dog eyes are definitely causing a dent in my consciousness. Who knew you could harness cuteness as a weapon of mass destruction? However, it's actually interesting how crazy close her intuition is.

''Well, gimme a sec.'' I walked over to where Fuuka was seated. She appeared to be conversing with Sera while sipping her drink, but it was a one-sided conversation because Sera was entirely ignoring her while listening to Spotify on her phone.

''Hey,'' I lightly kicked the chair she was sitting on to grab her attention. ''Get books for this club.''

''Huh? Request denied. Sounds boring, you really don't expect us to sit around in a quiet room and read books do you? I made this club specifically so I could have fun.''

''I sort of made a promise to Hiyori, and it involves books.''

'' Hiyori? '' Fuuka peeked from her chair to look at the new club member sitting straight on the red couch in the middle of the room.

''Unless you want her to leave, do what I say.''

''Well, why didn't you say so? '' Fuuka did a complete 360 when learning that it's for Hiyori. ''I already have the perfect doujin recommendations for her. Gimme a day I will get all the resources ready.''

''...What the hell is doujin?''

'' Hehe let's just say...It's art.''

I had a gut feeling that I'm making a huge mistake somehow... but I honestly couldn't care less.

''Hehe, but that can wait, right now I gotta award you for dedication to this club. You fought to protect this club from tooth to nail. ''

''Don't flatter me, I did nothing of that sort.''

''Oh please, I give credit when credit is due. Isn't that right EVERYONE?''

Fuuka got up and stood up in her chair, grabbing everyone's attention.

'' First of all, welcome to the club, Hiyori . Just like the baldy from fast and the furious I see everyone here as family!''

She proceeded to clap her hands while looking at me with a mischievous smirk.

Hiyori clapped along with Fuuka, I wonder if she thinks of Fuuka as an upstanding senpai. May God have mercy on the soul that thinks of Fuuka as a role model.

'' By family I mean the metaphorical kind, not the incest kind, mind you.'' Fuuka gave me a quick wink.

'' Now for the main event!!!''

''It's still not over yet?'' Sera groaned with annoyance.

''I have to reward Ayanokouji like a proper club president.'' Fuuka jumped from her chair and sat back down.

''So, for his heroic act of saving this club, I came up with the perfect reward. One fit for a hero of his caliber. A reward, so great it would shake the foundation of this world. A reward so awesome that it will fix global warming. A reward so spectacular--''

''Can you just FUCKING get on with it! I don't got all day!!'' Sera glared at her with an impatient look.

''Ok Ok jeez, you are such a mood killer Seraphine , and I was getting so riled up too. Anyway where was I...?''

''A reward for Kiyotaka.'' Hiyori brought Fuuka back to speed

''Ah yes, for his reward I'm going to...''

She looked at me and we made eye contact. Even though she was smiling there was something unsettling about it.

I have a bad feeling about this.

''I'm going to take his virginity!'' Fuuka declared with an evil grin.

''...''

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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[A/N he's gonna lose his V-card next chapter]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏𝟗: 'Fuuka' The first woman to ride the T-rex

[Kiyotaka POV]

''As your reward, I'm going to take your virginity!''

This day just took quite a crazy turn.

I just stood there in silence.

"What's wrong? Don't you always talk about seducing girls, and now that one is throwing herself at you, you don't act. You certainly are a strange man."

I scanned her up and down again. I look at her slender and delicate arm, her lovely legs, her curvy waist, her voluptuous breasts...

She is absolutely divine, both her face and her body. Any guy would feel lucky to have her, that's for sure.

If only I could Thanos snap her annoying parts.

"First of all, why me? Surely you'd rather be with someone other than a side character like me?"

"You're not as lowly as you make others think you are. Your sincere attitude... it touched my heart. None has ever treated me with such tenderness - as a woman - as you have."

Tenderness huh... What a stupid joke. Every interaction I had with Fuuka is me being mean or semi- sarcastic to her.

"Hehe. Don't worry I understand, Ayanokouji. You have no experience with women yet, do you? Hehe. Fear not. I shall happily be the one to claim your virginity.''

Having figured me out, Fuuka gives me an alluring glance and leans towards me. We're very close to each other - her sweet scent fills my nostrils.

"Are you high?..." I asked with genuine concern.

"Hmph, how rude. Do you mean to imply that you wouldn't want to do it with me?"

She seizes my shoulders and brings her face right in front of mine. Her words echo in my brain, almost as if she had cast some sort of spell on me.

How annoying.

Wait maybe I've been looking at this the wrong way all this time. Fuuka seems obsessed with me simply cause I'm not interested in her. So what will happen when I do show an interest in her? What happens if I don't refuse her advances?

She might finally leave me alone.

Like the guy who spent all his pocket money on the newest iPhone, only to forget about it when a new one comes out.

This might actually work.

"Fuuka it seems you convinced me. My body is temporarily yours, please be gentle." I said in my usual monotone voice.

"Hehehe. If that's the case, I'll be taking your virginity right now. So be a good boy and behave, got it?"

"Hey, you can't just decide such things on a whim, Kiryuin!" Sera retorted.

''On a whim? Bitch I've been waiting an entire month for this!''

''I don't give a shit. Besides, are you even the right person for the job? I mean you are a virgin, aren't you?''

"Hehehe. It's only natural that I would learn about the art of lovemaking and enticing men, isn't it? I'm actually surprised you're clueless about it, considering you're a woman."

Fuuka crosses her arms with a proud look on her face. Apparently, she's some kind of sex expert despite being a virgin herself.

"... Never done it myself, though..." Fuuka mumbled under her breath.

Sera didn't hear her murmur about that last thing, but she did roll her eyes.

Hiyori suddenly pulled Fuuka's shirt, trying to get her attention.

''Excuse me senpai.'' Hiyori looked up at Fuuka with eyes filled with child-like wonders.

''Y-Yeah, what is it.'' Fuuka raised an eyebrow.

''I would like to partake in taking Kiyotaka's virginity too.''

Fuuka gasped in horror, while Sera immediately started a coughing fit. I myself was confused, wondering if perhaps I misjudged Hiyori.

Needless to say, this whole thing felt as shocking as a father realizing his daughter has an only fans account, and his son is her biggest donator.

''Hiyori... do you even know what we are talking about?'' Fuuka asks.

''Mmm... not really. But I hate to be the one left out. And taking Kiyotaka's virginity sounds fun. Is it perhaps a new game?'' Hiyori pocked her own cheek and tilted her head. Cute.

"Hiyori, my dear kohai... I'd rather ask you a question - do you even know how babies are made?"

"Kgh..."

Hiyori falls silent. She's just as pure and innocent as she appears to be.

"I'm pretty sure you never had a child of your own! How would you know about such things?!" Hiyori answered meekly.

''You didn't answer the question Hiyori, do you even know how babies are made?''

''U-Uhm... Magical storks?''

After a period of complete silence in the room, visible tears started dropping from Fuuka's eyes. Sera cringed at the sight and began to back away from Fuuka. Fuuka stepped towards Hiyori, wiping her tears with her palm, to get a better look at her.

' 'Oh she's perfect, I don't know which puppy pet store you picked her out from, but she's everything I wanted in our fourth member.'' Fuuka gave Hiyori a head pat, ruffling up her hair. ''Small, innocent, and angelic. I can't wait for Ayanokouji to corrupt you.''

''I will be doing nothing of that sort,'' I complained.

''Sure buddy, I believe you.'' Fuuka replied in the most 'I don't believe you' tone.

Fuuka walked to the cupboards, opening the boards she took out a single book. She tossed it towards Hiyori and she caught it.

''You like reading books, don't you, my dear Hiyori? I believe this will be a perfect foundation.''

Hiyori stared at the semi-thick book. The cover had the title 'Moby-Dick' written on it. An 1851 novel about a sperm whale by American writer Herman Melville.

''Don't open it now.'' Fuuka had a very mischievous smile. ''Only open it when you get to your dorms, otherwise, you will just ruin the surprise, got it?''

''U-Uhm.. ok.''

Needless to say, she was very confused by her club president's behavior. But she had a gentle smile, perhaps because she finally got a book to read.

Fuuka slowly walks towards me before grabbing my tie, pulling me towards her.

''Let's get started, shall we?'' She briefly looked back. '' You two are more than welcome to watch if you want!''

''Tch... I swear you're just insufferable! Come along Hiyori, let's get you away before you get traumatized."

Sera grabs Hiyori's wrist, then rushes towards the door... hand in hand with her.

''Aww... but I wanted to watch what happens to Kiyotaka. Might've been a good learning experience.''

Sera gave Hiyori a weird look. Can't say I blame her.

[A/N A fair warning. Just like Walter White transforming into Heisenberg in Breaking Bad. Hiyori will eventually turn into sadistic Hiyori, who uses Ryuuen's back as her throne while she steps on Ishizaki. Tell me if I should go through with it, or just keep her gentle.]

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"Well then, Ayanokouji, now that the nuisances have departed... Shall we attend to each others' needs?"

"Um... You mean like, right now?" I tilted my head.

"What, still shy even though we've come this far? And you call yourself a man? Your fate has already been decided, so brace yourself!"

I sighed and replied sarcastically with ''Yes, ma'am.''

Making sure that the door was locked she takes my hand and leads me to the red couch in the middle of the club room, before pushing me on it.

She approaches me with slow steps, a devious smile on her face.

"Heh. When I first looked at you, you seemed like a rather timid boy, but now that I have a chance to examine you in more detail... You look kinda nice."

''Tell me something I don't know.''

"Hehe... And here I was thinking I was about to take the virginity of a naive little boy. Something tells me I'm going to enjoy this just as much, though..."

I just shrugged my shoulders.

She inches her face closer to mine, and I feel her warm breath on my lips. Her breasts press against my chest.

Despite our close proximity, she doesn't go in for a kiss like I expected her to.

I stare into her smile - a smile that really drives home just how mature she is. The soft feeling of her chest pressing against me does work to excite me.

"Hehe, you may appear to be normal and harmless, but you are anything but that. I can see it in your eyes."

'' You might want to get your eyes checked out if that's the case.''

Fuuka simply chuckled at my response. She raised the hem of her skirt giving me a sneak peek of her undergarments. Her black panty was covered by a semi-transparent black pantyhose.

She slowly starts stripping it down like she was putting on a show for me. As her undergarments slid to the ground, I couldn't really get a look at her sacred place, as the skirt obstructed my view.

Right before she starts unzipping her skirt, she paused before looking at me with a flirtatious gaze.

''Actually, let's keep it on, it's kinkier that way.''

With me laid down, Fuuka jumped and sat on my hips, similar to a cowgirl position.

She slowly unbuttoned two of the buttons of her white shirt, giving me a teaser of her purple bra.

I'm already hard, and just the feeling of my dick rubbing against her... what I can only assume to be her bare pussy feels great.

She takes my shirt off for me and puts her hand on my chest. Licking her lips in a seductive manner she starts unbuckling my belt and removing my pants.

"Mgh ... I see you were hiding quite the beast down there. Hehe, you're already so hard."

She didn't put it in, instead, she placed her entrance on top of my hard dick, grinding against it. and I feel the bottom of my penis being gently embraced by her two pussy lips.

I'm just touching her entrance so far, but it sent chills down my spine. How bothersome.

"Your deadpan expression is so adorable... Hehe, don't worry. I'll go easy on you... Ah ! Kgh ! Haah ..."

Fuuka rocks her hips to and fro, and I feel my member rub against her pussy.

A shocking sensation runs throughout my muscles, eventually reaching my brain. It's a new feeling but I'm already getting used to it.

"Hyahn ! Hehe, you're such a naughty boy... Haah !"

I thrust my hips with force, enough to lift Fuuka a little bit, and I feel her honeypot wrap my dick even harder than before. The wet sensation over there was already increasing.

"Haah ... Naughty as you may be , I'm... I'll have you know I'm quite skilled at horsemanship. Nhhh ... I'll... I'll break in your dick like it's a prize stallion!"

"I.. have no idea what that even means."

I've never been this close - let alone in this way - with a woman in my entire life. Fuuka rides me as if I were, indeed... a prize stallion.

I never knew a woman's body would feel this good to rub against. I mean I already expected it to feel good, but not this good. I recall the feeling of her blowing me that night, and it makes me even more excited.

"Haah ... But... Haah ... I must praise you... for being as big as you are... Ayanokouji... I would expect nothing less from the man I chose to be my first !"

"You really talk a lot during sex, you know that right?" I sighed.

"Hehe. Give in to me ... It's fine. I'll teach you everything you have to know... Haah ... I'll make sure... That you feel everything ! Nhaah !"

Fuuka seems like she's in control of the situation judging by her somewhat composed expression, but every now and again she lets out a moan of her own.

Chills run down my spine as my glans rub against her pussy lips. She moans in response.

"Aaah , haah ... Yes, Ayanokouji, just like that... Haah ! Hehe... I can feel you getting even harder too ... Nhaah !"

While the initial feeling did catch me a little bit off guard. I've been specially trained to maintain a cool head no matter the situation, this is no different.

My body already went into autopilot, as I used Russian military breathing techniques to keep my heart rate stable.

Till now Fuuka has been moving at her own pace, but I grabbed ahold of her hips adding more momentum to her grind.

"Haah ! Haah ! Ayanokouji... haah ... I'm feeling good... as well... Kghh ! Aah ! You're rubbing it so hard... Auhhh ! It feels so good ... Hmphhhh !"

It seems like she's starting to enjoy it herself. The thrusts of her hips have become less frequent, but more forceful.

"Aah ! You're doing it... Even harder than before... Kggh !"

I feel pretty damn good myself, but I've come to realize that pacing myself makes it feel a lot better than rushing things.

With my right hand on her waist, I used my left to unbutton the rest of her shirt's buttons. Until I could clearly see her purple bra and toned stomach.

"Amph ... Kgh ! Haah ... Ferocious, aren't you? Is it just me, or is your cock getting bigger and bigger every time you rub it against me ... Kyah !"

Her masculine voice is interrupted here and there by enticing moans, and being able to hear those from time to time only serves to excite me even more.

"Haah , and here I thought you were a little girly, but... Nngh ! Who would've thought you'd be hiding such a mighty cock ... Hyahn ! Ah, it feels so, so good !"

Ok, she definitely talks a lot more during sex.

I wonder if it's deliberate or just a defense mechanism to make sure she understands her situation and not lose herself to the feeling.

Well, I don't really care if I'm being honest, I just want to see her moan even more, so I try to move my hips, but she placed both hands on my abdomen. Promptly stopping me.

"A-Ayanokouji... If this keeps up... I'll cum soon !"

''And? I don't understand. Isn't the whole point of sex to make your partner orgasm?'' I raised an eyebrow.

''Haah I-I might not be a perfectionist... but I want our first time to be ideal. I want us to cum together, at the same time... Ah Like long time lovers.''

''Does it even matter...'' I sighed.

''Ahh... Welll duh! Creampies are the best! ''

''Correct me if I'm wrong, but what you're saying is that you want me to put it inside you, then?"

"Obviously... Nphhhh ! Haah ... I'll turn you into a man... Hyahn ! Haah ... I'll recieve your semen head on... Aphhaahh ...!"

Her pussy lips wrap my cock, and even though they're just rubbing the base and not the head, it still feels good enough to distract me.

My instincts are telling me to put it in.

If I thrust it inside her... If I'm completely surrounded by her insides... Just how good would it feel?

"Fine, I'm giving you the green light. Do what you think is best."

She licked her lips seductively with a heated look at my response. This was definitely what she wanted to hear.

"Haah ... Very well... I shall break your chastity then... Kgggh ! Haah ... And in exchange, I'll make you feel good... really good."

She lifts up her waist, then grasps my penis with her hand and leads it towards her opening. My dick brushes against her vagina's entrance.

"Your... Your cock is so hard that... I'm sure you'll be able to fill me to the brim ! Aah !"

My precum rubs off on her pussy, and even though only the tip is inside of her right now, she had a euphoric expression with drool dripping from the corner of her lips, like she's feeling pleasure from head to toe.

She slowly descends, and her pussy sucks in my cock more and more. I feel my base enter her.

"Haaanh ! Aaah ... Aaah ... Nhhhh ! It's... I feel it... It's so deep ... So deep inside me ... Kgh !"

I feel a hot sensation wrapping my dick from every direction and in every part of it, as well as feeling a soft sensation all around it.

"Ah ... So how... does it feel like, to be inside a woman ... Haah ..."

''Better than I expected,'' I answered honestly.

''Jeez... At least show some excitement! Ah!''

''I'm hard arent I? I believe that's enough evidence on whether I'm feeling it or not.''

Her insides twist, gently caressing my entire cock and making me wonder a little bit how good would this even feel if I started railing her down right now.

"Kgh ... Heh ... Rejoice, Ayanokouji, for your cock has just entered the sacred place... that no guy has ever entered before... Haah ... You should be honored !"

"Yes Fuuka, I truly feel blessed..." I said sarcastically.

She's a virgin, huh? Wait a second, wouldn't that mean she's in a lot of pain right about now? Don't tell me she's just enduring it.

I look down at her waist, I can't really see anything with her skirt blocking the view.

"I thought the first time is supposed to hurt?"

"Hm? Well, your cock is pretty big and it hurts a bit, but... Ahhnn ... If I wasn't able to endure this much pain then I would be a... wimp... And Fuuka Kiryuin ain't no wimp!"

"Well... if you say so."

She seems happy alright, but her mischievous smile also tells me that she feels she's in control of the situation.

And just as if they were personifying her thoughts, her insides get tight around my dick and then loosen up rhythmically.

"Nhehe... haah... Ayanokouji... Hehe, even though you're a virgin, however... don't forget to satisfy me before you finish..."

''That's my line.''

In the cowgirl position, she then starts moving at a slower pace than before, up and down. It's hard to imagine these are the movements of a virgin girl that she supposedly is.

Her sticky insides move rhythmically from all directions, twisting themselves around my cock from her entrance to her deepest end.

"Haah ... I can feel... your cock wrecking my insides ... haahh ... Nphhh ! Ahhh ! Haah ... It's so thick ... kghh ! Haaah !"

"I don't know why you're describing it, but ya."

Her moves make me feel a sensation similar to when she gave me a blowjob that night, only infinitely better. Just one thrust of her hips is enough to dull my senses.

If I wasn't specially trained to strengthen my mental fortitude, it's easy to see how people can get lost in the feeling. Drown in the pleasure, I mean.

But the fact that she's taking the initiative means she's the one responsible to control the intensity.

"Haah ! It got... Haahn ... even bigger than before ... inside me ... Nghhh ! Haah ! How far will it reach ... haah ... Kyahnnn ! Haah !"

Grabbing her waist I pushed her to the side, swapping places until I was on top of her. In missionary position.

Once again, I can feel her grip me tighter as her insides and my cock rub against each other, as she looked up at me with a very surprised look.

This was definitely not part of her plans.

''Hey, what are you doing!.. I was supposed to take the lea-- Ahhh !''

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟐𝟎: 'Fuuka' The first woman to be devoured by the T-rex

[Kiyotaka POV]

Grabbing her waist I pushed her to the side, swapping places until I was on top of her. In missionary position.

Once again, I can feel her grip me tighter as her insides and my cock rub against each other.

''Hey, what are you doing!.. I was supposed to take the lea-- Ahhh!''

My cock pushed up and inside of her again. I fucked straight through any virginal resistance she had, and almost immediately any complaints she had were replaced by beautiful, seemingly endless pleasure.

She moaned, gripping my back hard.

"Kuahhh ! Haah ... okay, Ayanokouji... Hmphhh ! Let's... Mphhh ! Go harder... This feels... ama-... Haah !Haahhh !"

I obliged her request by thrusting more forcefully, making the stream of pleasant sensations reach into her head without stopping as my entire dick keeps being rubbed in every direction by her pussy.

Fuuka is in a sort of ecstasy state, moving her hips like usual but harder than before, rubbing her insides against me.

"Uaah! Y-You're... Kghh! Going at it so hard... Kghh! Your dick... is... kghhh! Reaching deep inside me... Kyaaahn!"

I suddenly realize how she's matching my waist movements.

"Nhaah Hyahn ! Haah ! You knew nothing about women just a moment ago... haaahn ! And look at you now... haaah ...! You're moving so well... Kghhh !"

I feel my head touch the deepest part of her, and it feels amazing. I want more.

My side rubbing against her walls and my glans pushing against that spot... The feelings are more intense than anything I've experienced before.

"Nkghh ! Cum in me... haah ... haah ... inside of me... Kghhh ! Haah ... please fill me... haah ! Hmphhh ... Haah Haah !"

"Yeah, yeah. Relax, I heard you the first time."

"You seem like... Ahh Hnnn ! You're going to... aah ... get me pregnant... ahhh ! Haah Hmphhh ! At any moment now...! Haaahn !"

I hit the brakes as soon as I heard the P-word. The dreaded P-word. For the first time since we started, I felt nervous.

The only reason I had no problem with doing it inside, was cause I was under the impression that she was on birth control or it was her safe day. I mean this is Fuuka we are talking about. She might be unconventional but not irresponsible.

She meant that in a teasing manner right? There is no way she actually wants me to impregnate her... RIGHT?

'' You got some nerve ...Ah... stopping, after driving a girl to this state... Haah~''

Fuuka wraps her legs around my waist, blocking any chance of me running away. She is having her fair share of fun, judging by her expression.

However, I'm currently in a predicament, since I stopped at the worst possible time. I feel something rushing from my waist towards my penis; I'm definitely close. It'll all come rushing out if I lose focus even for a moment.

Even though I stopped, she moved her hips on her own trying to tempt me. She looked up at me with an evil leer, but with the way her eyes were moist and her cheeks cheery red, that smile looked like the pinnacle of bewitching.

Don't do it Ayanokouji, don't fall for this witch's plan.

Fuuka arched her back, her face buried into my shoulder, as she licked and sucked my neck trying to leave hickeys.

Sex is like math, you add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs and pray that you don't multiply.

She moved up and teasingly bit my earlobe.

"Screw this-" I sighed.

I roughly grabbed her waist with both hands and began pushing back into her, this time with added vigor.

Fuuka's stifled moans soon joined the cacophony of sounds that filled the room, resonating perfectly with our bodies slapping against each other and her eyes rolling up every time her pussy swallows my cock.

"Kghh ! Your cock's hitting me so deep... Hyahhnn ! I can't hold myself any longer...! Haah ! I'm so close... Haahn Hyahnn !"

I grabbed her hips and began thrusting faster, my cock probing her insides deep and hard while she tried to match my pace. Every time I sunk it into her wet hole Fuuka would cry out, feeling it stretch her pussy like never before.

"Together... Kghh! Haah... let's... haah... cum together...! Kuaaah! Ayanokouji! I'm almost there!"

"Can you shut up?"

"Oh please,... You and I both know you love it when I moan... Haaaah! Hyaahn! Each time I moan your dick gets bigge--!"

I leaned in and kissed her just to shut her up.

After a few gentle kisses, I began lightly brushing my tongue along her lips. She extends her own tongue in response. We began intertwining our tongues stimulating each other's mouths for mutual sexual pleasure.

Every time our lips, tongues, and saliva came into contact, it felt like her strength was being sapped from her. She lost the will to object.

I lifted my lips just as she was struggling to breathe, allowing her to catch some fresh air. But I continued the kiss before she had a chance to complain.

Despite my full attention on that kiss, I never stopped moving. But stimulating both her upper mouth and lower mouth proved to be too much for her.

She desperately clawed her hands on my back and wrapped her legs around me even tighter.

The couch shook with every thrust I gave her. Despite the force, I put behind every hit, I still built up a rhythm that left Fuuka a quivering mess and brought her on the brink of climax.

"Well, time to finish this..." I declared.

"Haah ... I'm gonna cum... Uaaah! I'm... gonna cuuummm!"

I tried to hold a little longer, but despite my resistance, the tide is simply too powerful for me to stop.

As a piercing sensation passes through my penis, I drive my hips into her with all my strength.

What felt like the entrance to her uterus opening, and my cock reaching even further inside her. I felt my hot load bursting out of my tip.

"Hyaaaaaaaaaahn! Haaah Haaawaaahhh! This... Kyaaahn ! Hot load is... your... Aaah! pouring inside of me... Aaaah!"

My dick contracts and expands over and over, and each time my load bursts forth into her.

I carelessly kept on pounding her, even after I felt her entire body quake. Her thighs snapped shut, but that only made my cock feel bigger inside of her, especially since her pussy kept clenching on it.

Her juices sprayed out of her, flooding and forming a wet spot on the silk sheets of the couch.

"Even though... you finished me up so roughly ... aaah haaah ! You're sinful to the core ... Aaah Hyaahn ! Haah !"

She's doing her best to appear in control, but it seems like her climax is overpowering her resistance. She moans with a satisfied expression on her face.

She's trying to maintain a straight face, but her labored breaths and her insides wrapping tighter around my cock tell a different story.

I feel this nonstop as I finish ejaculating - she must be climaxing over and over again.

"Aaah ! Haah ... it's filling my belly ... Kghhh ! But... there's still more coming out?! Haah... It's going to... overflow ... Mphhh !"

Some of it was leaking outside of her pussy. I had no idea I was even capable of this.

I mean, I'm a young man, so there's that.

Too bad; looks like fun time is over.

She puts her hand over her abdomen and caresses it lightly. Man, I just banged her without a condom and without pulling out. Now I gotta make a contingency plan.

How annoying...

I let myself fall face-first on her big breast, still clad in that purple bra. I guess sinking in them was my way of temporarily escaping reality.

"I had only planned to take your virginity in this first round, but... Nhehe, you completely blew me away with that ferocious cock of yours... Hehehe..." She gently stroked my hair.

''Uh-huh.''

"Looks can be deceiving, huh? At first, I thought you didn't have it in you. Do you have any idea how many chances I gave you to do ecchi things to me?..."

''Uh-huh.''

"Never in a million years would I have imagined you were concealing a weapon on par with holy sword Excalibur beneath your belt... Haah... I think I'm starting to fall for you, Ayanokouji..."

''Uh-huh''

''You are not even listening to me, are you?''

''Uh-huh''

''Ayanokouji, I'm a NAZI.''

''Uh-huh''

''...''

Noticing the silence I peeked through the soft valley in her chest.

Taking it as an opportunity Fuuka used both hands to grab my cheeks, forcing me to look at her.

We're just gazing into each others' eyes, but it makes me feel vexed; that I could feel every slight twitch in her, from the leftover feelings of pleasure running throughout her body.

"The mere act of sex, shouldn't feel so amazing... Haah... Maybe it's because... I did it with you, Ayanokouji?"

She smiles at me with a smug look on her face. She must be satisfied.

I rolled my eyes at her sweet words.

"Just so you know I was only playing with you. I'm using one of the modern-day's greatest inventions. The pill. So there is a 5% chance of me actually getting pregnant. It's as rare as getting a 5 star in Genshin Impact for a broke F2P player!"

''For real?''

''Yup. I mean Come'on we are in high school. Plus can you even imagine me as a mother?''

"Oh thank God, now I don't have to work hard.'' I sighed in relief. ''I was wondering where I would hide the bodies."

''What!''

''What.''

--

It was evening by the time we finished fucking.

Fuuki and I were already cleaned and dressed up. We were ready to leave the clubroom and call it a day.

"Hey, Ayanokouji... let's make this a daily thing. And I won't take no for an answer. Only you can make me feel this way, after all. I take it you have no complaints?"

Sex with her, every single day? Feeling this good, every day? Lying with a girl as beautiful as her, every day? Man, talk about winning the lottery.

"Sounds like a drag, not interested." I refused without hesitation.

The only reason I was interested in sex in the first place, was cause it was something I haven't experienced yet. But now that I have, I see no point in continuing the practice.

Besides, I don't think free sex is worth her nagging me all day.

I wonder what I should try next... Drugs maybe?

''Stop being such a tsundere, I will take your answer as a YES. Imagine having a dick that big and not using it, that's like showing God the middle finger for his gracious gift to you.'' Fuuka smiles and nods happily upon hearing herself.

''...''

I honestly never knew if my dick was big or small, or if girls would like it or whatever. Nor did I even care.

If nothing else, Fuuka seems rather pleased with my package.

Not sure whether I should take it as a compliment or not.

I ended up having my first experience with her, and I was still in a state of wondering if I made the right decision or not.

'' BTW Sera and Hiyori is next. Let's do it serial-wise. So Sera first... and then Hiyori!''

''Do what? You mean what I did to you?''

''Oh did I give the impression that I wanted to keep you to myself?'' Fuuka looked amused when she asked the question. ''I just called first dibs on you, that's all.''

''I honestly have nothing against you banging other ladies, in fact, I encourage it. Don't you remember what I told you when we first met? I'm here to build you a harem. I don't mind as long as I'm your number 1.''

She leaned in to give me a peck in my cheek.

''Jealousy is an emotion you feel when you think of yourself as inferior. I have no need for that. And you soon find that none of the girls compares up to me.''

''Cocky aren't you?''

''Who knows? Maybe I'm going to be put in my place by some woman who is infinitely better than me in every way... But that's the best part about life, you just never know!''

This is exactly why I find Fuuka annoying. It would've been far too easy if she was one-dimensional. But the prospect of losing satisfies her the same as winning. No wonder she never gets bothered even when I'm mean with her.

''Sera likes her boobs being rubbed. And Hiyori seems like the type to enjoy the act of kissing, but she can wait.'' She continued talking. ''Make sure to show Sera a good time.''

She gave me a wink and proceeded to leave the room.

I guess she feels some sort of obligation towards Sera for this? Or do the two of them get along better than they seem? There is still so much I don't know about their relationship. However, I'm not interested in being nosy in other people's business.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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[A/N Hiyori is losing her virginity next chapter]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟐𝟏: Hiyori's maidenhood Part-1

[A/N The following chapter is pretty big, and hence been divided into 3 parts]

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[Kiyotaka POV]

After doing the deed with Fuuka, I was casually strolling through the sidewalk, heading to my dorm. It was already pretty late and the moon was in full view.

Just as I reached my door, it slightly opened-

Someone grabs my arm and pulls me in before I have a chance to resist. The world around me passes by in a blur.

I'm unable to piece together what's going on, but I think I noticed Bluish white hair out of the corner of my eye.

"Hiyori... what's up?"

Seems it was none other than Hiyori indeed. She locks my front door before looking at me, her eyes were teary.

"I got tired of waiting, Kiyo."

Kiyo huh? Apparently, she made a personal nickname for me. Not sure how I feel about that.

Wait now is not the time for that.

''How did you even know I live here? More importantly, how did you even get in?''

''Huh? I thought you knew?''

''Knew what exactly?'' I narrowed my eyes.

''Well, Sera senpai told me your living quarters coordinates and gave me a spare key to your apartment. Apparently, it's our backup club room.''

''Is it now?''

Guess me and Fuuka need to have a long talk about my privacy.

Hiyori starts to eye me; she's clad in an air of mysteriousness. Her face brims with interest as she puffs out her chest and displays an air of solemnity about her.

"What did... uhm... What in the world did you do with Kiryuin senpai?"

Hiyori hesitantly poses a question. I can tell she feels embarrassed, but her demeanor is no less imposing for it.

''After Sera senpai left, I got curious so I went back to the club room. But I kept hearing a bunch of animalistic noises! That really surprised me! Unless... don't tell me the club is also used for taming wolves.''

''Taming wolves? I guess that's one way to look at it.''

''I got scared and made my way to your dorms. So I could hear the truth from your mouth. But you ended up being super late.''

She actually looks like she has no idea what 'having babies' is all about. I'd understand why would she be embarrassed about asking me about that though, seeing that it would make the grandiose air about her crumble away.

"I-If it's something I can't know about, then you don't have to force yourself to tell me."

Watching her well-mannered behavior, I simply sighed. If the truth is what she wants to know then the truth is what she will get.

"U-Uhm, well, you see, we kinda got close to each other, then we did a little bit of this, and a little bit of THAT, and then, oh man, we totally..."

I ended up whispering the whole thing in Hiyori's ear.

Her expression froze when I started talking about how we got naked, as I recounted my recent adventure with Fuuka her face turned redder and redder, culminating in the meltdown she is currently experiencing.

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-You! H-How could you... do such an improper thing... with her?! You should be ashamed for performing such an ungraceful act!"

"Ah... I'm sorry I guess.''

I honestly don't know why I'm apologizing, but seeing her lecturing me was kinda cute, so I just went along with it.

She's super shy about anything related to sex, far more than a normal person would be. I feel like she's pure at heart; quite unlike Fuuka, who clearly did some research beforehand.

"Hmm. So that's the essence of how children are made, huh? So the book wasn't lying..."

''Book?''

Hiyori took out a book from her backpack and showed it to me quite bashfully. It was the one Fuuka let her borrow. 'Moby huge,' a fairly old novel, but not something that would warrant such a reaction from Hiyori.

At least that's how it's supposed to be, cause the contents on the inside were completely different!

It was a friggin hentai manga, with the title 'Taking my innocent childhood friends Virginity!'

Just like a puberty awakened boy who would hide porn behind the homework folder, Fuuka did the same.

Where does she even find these stuff, I'm pretty sure it's restricted in school. And yet she manages to gather them like illegal crystal meth.

I briefly glanced at Hiyori but she was staring at the floor with a deep blush.

I observe her as she has a battle inside her own mind, refusing to accept reality on one hand, while still curious on the other.

She spends some more time pondering it, then turns to me. Her expression is resolute, though her face is as red as a tomato.

"Kiyotaka, please have sex with me!"

''I'm sorry, I must've misheard you. Could you repeat that?'' I replied imediately.

"Kiyotaka, please have sex with me!"

''...''

Oh boy.

Perhaps bothered by my silence, she looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Kiyotaka is it because I'm not attractive enough...?"

"Say what?"

"To be completely honest, this... this child-making ritual that I read sounds like naught but humiliation. However, as long as it is with you... I wouldn't mind trying it myself... that is how I feel."

''...''

"The girl in the manga seems to enjoy it, so I thought how bad can it be? I wouldn't know unless I try it, right? So please take my virginity." This time she bowed her head a bit.

''...''

The moment that she said she would be happy to give herself to me changed my perception of her from a girl to a woman.

"Very well.'' I sighed. ''But I better not hear any regrets after we do it."

"Wha-! V-Very well... I see... I, uh, I'll leave it in your hands..."

She answers me with a trembling voice, refusing to look directly at me. Well, this day just got interesting.

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I led her into my bedroom, going right for my bed and collapsing into it. I turned off the lamp lights, getting ready to sleep.

''Huh? I t-though we were gonna...?''

''We are, but not now. I'm pretty tired.''

''Well.. uhm..?''

The last thing I remember before falling asleep was Hiyori lying next to me, staring at the ceiling while being stiff as a log.

As much as I would love to have sex with her I can't do it while she's in this state. It's probably gonna leave a bad taste in my mouth if I do. I need to make her more familiar with my presence. Who knows, maybe by morning she might even change her mind.

--

Is that bacon? I opened my eyes and immediately shielded them with my arm. The morning sunlight from my window combined with the smell and sound of crackling pork.

Today is the last day of the month.

My body popped and ached as I rolled onto my side and then upright. I got up and. Hiyori was working on something on my stove.

''You didn't have to go through the trouble,'' I hollered.

She ignored me as I started her way. Hiyori finally broke away from the pans of bacon, eggs, and hash browns.

She tip-toed to reach the higher cabinet over the stove, letting a sliver of pink and white striped panties show beneath the white shirt she had slept in. She wasn't wearing a skirt and her smooth thighs are in full display.

''Herbs and such are in the next cabinet to the left.''

She looked over and smiled. I figured she would be more bashful with her body, maybe she is so naive that she doesn't see anything wrong with it?

''I didn't know if you like your eggs runny or well done, so I'm settling in the middle if that's alright.''

Everything looked and smelled amazing. ''How did you learn to cook like that so young? I still fight to not burn things in the microwave.''

I patted her on the head when she had the spatula back in her hand. ''You are gonna make a great wife someday.'' She immediately blushed.

Realizing I overstepped my boundaries I stepped back. I hope she doesn't misunderstand. I said she's gonna make 'a great wife' not 'my wife'.

She looked back at me as I said, ''Sit down at the table, it's almost ready.''

My stomach growled like a bear on steroids. Skipping supper the last night to let Hiyori sleep here had caught up to me. ''Looking forward to it, and thanks.''

Her cheeks blushed as she smiled. Hiyori turned back to the stove and said, ''It's the least I can do.''

''Hey Hiyori,'' I called out. ''You still wanna lose your virginity.''

''Of course!'' Much to my surprise she still hasn't changed her mind.

''I see...'' I started rocking my chair back and forth. ''Then let's start by going on a date.''

''E-Ehhh!'' She got so startled that she almost dropped the pan.

Seriously? She's asking me to have sex with her, but a date is what truly embarrasses her? Considering what we are about to do, she's bound to lose her sense of shame at some point.

--

The food gave me the energy for that marathon of shopping we had just finished.

Three trips out and back, Six different stores, every single one of them I made sure not to take my eyes off of my silver-haired date. All so I can speedrun getting to know her. I made sure to pay for every meal I got us, she would complain almost every time.

But I would simply hush her by saying she was 'priceless' in my eyes.

As it turns out, I belong to the ranks of sugar daddy now. I did, after all, spend half my private points on this girl.

I'm currently left with 41000 points.

She was just bright enough to hold a decent conversation but incredibly sheltered. It made some of the shopping awkward at first.

Hiyori wanted to pick things that belonged on an uh... church lady. I think?

I had to put my foot down. ''Try this on instead,'' I'd say, picking something so bold that it would probably get her kicked out of the church.

By the time we closed the day at the lingerie store, Hiyori was almost shameless. She didn't even hesitate to return to my room. I expected her to be a bit embarrassed for entering a boy's dorm.

Guess she's opening up to me.

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I was getting out of the shower, I wiped the fog off of my side of the mirror, and looked at myself. I couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

What the hell happened to me? I thought I wasn't looking for a relationship.

I remembered the shopping bags with the bold clothes I got her tucked away in my living room. When she's got more stuff in your house than you, it's official.

But what else was I supposed to do with her? From how she talked, she was as pure as an angel. She is like a biohazard that radiates wholesomeness instead of gamma rays. In fact, I'm not even sure why she wants to lose her virginity.

Curiosity comes a long way I suppose.

A knock on the door made me shift my attention. ''Yeah?''

''Are you decent?''

''I guess so.'' The towel around my waist was cover enough for me. ''Do I need to hurry up?''

''No, I just want to get a shower,'' Hiyori called out.

''Come on in, I'll be done in a minute.''

Hiyori opened the door and stopped. ''I w-wouldn't call that decent.'' She averted her eyes.

I just shrugged my shoulders. ''Go ahead and start the shower. It'll still be nice and warm from my shower if you don't let it cool off.''

''O-Okay.'' She went right to it. The showerhead hissed back to life.

''Towels are in that closet. I'm done here, so have at it.'' I stepped out, closing the door behind me. A long, hot shower fixed me right up after all that shopping.

I made my way into the bedroom and immediately got changed before slinging my towel onto the bed. The sudden realization that I'd forgotten my phone on the bench next to the shower hit me.

Shit. If I don't call Fuuka, she's gonna come to my house as always.

The alarm clock showed a quarter to five. I could hear the change in the sound of the shower. Hiyori was in it, meaning I might be able to sneak in and out without her knowing.

It's not like I'd be able to see anything through that frosted glass and a bunch of steam anyway. Fuck it. I trooped right back to the bathroom door and opened it as slowly as I could.

Hiyori's silhouette alone made me want to jump right in there with her.

I crept closer, seeing my phone exactly where I thought I had left it. I leaned over and grabbed it, just feet away from Hiyori. A hard splash of water hit the shower floor and then I heard the pop of a shampoo bottle opening.

That's when my phone buzzed to life in my hand A call from a user by the name 'White Haired Calamity'.

Freezing in place, I tried to silence it at first. Then she'll know you're in here, dumbass. It was Kiryuin Fuuka, the one person I absolutely had to talk to.

That's when the shower door cracked open. Hiyori poked just her head out and locked eyes with me. She backed away just as suddenly, slamming the door.

''Kiyotaka, what are you doing in here?''

''Sorry, phone.''

''You could have let me know. Don't do that again!''

I dashed out and left Hiyori in peace for the rest of her shower. Smooth Kiyotaka, real smooth. You've already pissed her off. The thought of bending her mind to like that sort of thing occurred to me. But I pushed that thought aside.

With a deep sigh, I sat back in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Patiently waiting for Hiyori, because this is where everything begins.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟐𝟐: Hiyori's maidenhood Part-2

[Kiyotaka POV]

I gave Fuuka the heads up, making sure she doesn't come anywhere near my dorm's vicinity today. I didn't even bother making an excuse, I just told her the truth, since that's the fastest way to get her off my case. And sure enough, it worked like a charm. She even sent me the eggplant and squirt emoji.

I drop my phone as Hiyori let herself into the room, embarrassed of herself in that towel. ''I hoped you wouldn't be in here.''

I was fully clothed, wearing blue jeans and a clear purple t-shirt, finally feeling dry. ''I mean you are staying at my house. Something like this is bound to happen.''

''Could you step out there while I get dressed, please?''

Kicking me out of my own bedroom? I gave it a moment of thought. ''No, just do your thing and I'll check my emails. We're grown-ups here.''

''Kiyotaka, I'm not joking.''

''I'm not either. You told me you wanted to do the 'deed' yesterday. Don't you think losing your sense of shame in the bedroom is the first step for that?''

''I g-guess...?''

She rifled through the shopping bags looking for panties, drawing out a tiny, red flash of silk. I hoped like hell that towel would fall off. Hiyori pulled out the matching bra from the next bag and turned around.

''I'm sorry, but this is way too e-embarrassing for me'' I couldn't see her face but her ears were bright red.

I stared back, my look just as serious. ''Put those down and come over here.'' My brain hurt a little as I put energy into my thoughts. ''We need to talk.''

Hiyori hesitated, but she couldn't resist a direct request like that. ''No man's ever seen me like this. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about that.''

''This is that weird thing where you don't mind being seen in a bikini at the pool, but covering yourself that much with a towel in front of me bothers you?'' I patted an area on the bed to my left. ''You're like a nervous kitten figuring out if it can swim. Spoiler alert, it can.''

Hiyori tried to hide her face with one hand, the other keeping that towel wrapped tight. She really is pure to the core, isn't she?

''Listen, stop complaining and come sit down next to me.''

She tried to say something, but she did exactly as told. Hiyori kept a little distance between us, fidgeting in place as soon as she was down to my left. I knew I had pushed her limits. Turning to stare right at her, I cupped her chin in my right hand.

She averted her eyes, pouting those plush lips. I sighed and then said, ''Look at me.''

''This is too much for me to handle, Kiyotaka.''

I never let her chin turn, even as she tried to make it. Finally, she got the message and locked eyes with me. ''Listen very carefully. When you asked me to have sex with you, I figured you and I are the same. In the sense that you wanted to do it cause you were curious.''

Hiyori relaxed, her eyes widening. ''Don't you want to explore the uncharted cave of possibilities. Who knows what sort of treasure awaits you when you enter. You already tested the waters, why not dive in?''

She caught herself cracking a smile and forced it into a disapproving frown, ''I still don't get why you even agreed to my absurd request?''

''I mean you are beautiful.''Her eyebrows slacked and her neck ended all resistance.

''I am?''

''Don't tell me you lived your whole life without knowing that.''I watched her smile return and added, ''Any straight man would climb mountains just to worship the ground you walk on.''

''Okay! now you are just exaggerating!'' She giggled. ''So you think I'm that great, huh?'' What's with this insecurity about herself? She's rockin' and doesn't even know it.

''You are worrying about non-existent issues Hiyori.''

''There are so many better options than me.''She was totally relaxed now. ''Like I don't measure up when compared to Kiryuin and Sera senpai.''

''That's a load of crap.'' I let go of her chin and moved my hand down to her shoulder.

''I don't know how to describe you other than one of the most stunning women I've ever seen.''

Hiyori's blushed with her cheeks, shoulders, and what little of her breasts I could see. ''You know my mother always told me to look out for guys like you. The ones that play with women.''

Is that what I am right now? I guess she's not entirely wrong.

Flattering that towel right off of her was kinda the goal, so at least I knew she wasn't dense despite being innocent to a fault. ''Caught me red-handed.'' Regardless of my expressionless face, I wasn't lying to Hiyori. I meant everything I said.

I moved my hand down a little more, sliding a finger underneath where the towel held onto itself. ''You're not complaining, though,'' I asked.

''I m-mean I'm the one who asked you to do this...,'' she didn't stop me as I tugged against the fold, ''But I like it.''

The friction in the towel gave way and it fell to the mattress.

Hiyori started to reach for the towel. I leaned over and put my hands on top of hers. She looked at me, her eyes trying to waver away from mine, finally settling in a direct stare.

I fought to keep the gaze intact. Those perfect small breasts seemed to be calling out my name. I grasped them with my right hand, causing her to bite her lips.

Her embarrassment came hurtling back. ''Ahh... Please, be gentle.'' Just talking about it turned Hiyori's face beet red.

''That goes without saying.''

The poor girl wriggled her hands lose of my own. She hurtled back, lying down turning her face my way. I stood up, my tent, clear as day behind my jeans. She was clean-shaven and smooth as a crystal ball down there.

The way it stayed smooth, all the way down to the discrete, had me excited. It was an argument for divine inspiration.

With her lying on the edge of my bed, I got down on my knees. Hiyori spread her legs just a little. Pulling her feet from the floor and resting the backs of her knees on my shoulders, I finally got the full presentation. The dainty pink line peeped out from two pillows of porcelain.

I grabbed for my phone to her left. Just like a wedding photo, I need a picture of this before I wreck it. The shutter sound from my phone almost echoed through the room. Hiyori didn't react like I thought, spreading her thighs a little wider, red as a tomato. She actually likes this.

My fingers danced from her belly button, creeping down to that wonderful mound that looked as virgin as a deep rainforest. She jerked when I spread the lips, seeing the pale membrane. I started circling a fingertip closer to home, teasing her.

I felt the barrier to her entrance. An intact hymen is a thing I hadn't broken till now. And I wasn't ready to claim it just yet.

Most people make a big deal out of virginity than it really is. Girls who are into physically straining activities like cycling, swimming, horseriding, etc, usually lose their hymen without even realizing it. No wonder I didn't feel anything when I did it with Fuuka.

Crawling forward on my knees, my lips met with an inner thigh. Hiyori reached down, running her fingers through my hair as I teased away. I had her pulling me closer within seconds.

I pulled myself back and asked, ''Do you really want me as your first?''

Her hips moved closer to me as I looked up. Her back was already arched, her head tilted back. I felt the tension on my hair as Hiyori forced me back against her. ''Haah...Please.''

I explored with my tongue, finally reaching her valley. Running from bottom to top, I caught her clit hidden under the hood. Hiyori gasped with the first touch her clit probably ever had, even from her.

It didn't take much to get her going, the whole experience was as new to her as the day at dawn. She is probably feeling shocks of pleasure, just like the ones I felt before with Fuuka. As her face loosens up for a moment she looks surprised at what she just felt just now, her expression is becoming more lascivious.

"Ah! Phaah...! Wh-What is... this... Haah... Kiyotaka I feel... weird! Aah!"

I took my time, rubbing my taste buds against her as lightly as I could. Her pussy felt like a treasure, ready to shatter if I didn't take the utmost care. Hiyori writhed her body, breathing like she had just run a sprint.

''Haah... S-So this is what pleasure feels like... Kghh Haaah!''

Her grip on my hair eased, letting me play with her as I wanted. Every second of it pushed her further into unknown territory, and she didn't seem embarrassed to show it.

Or maybe she isn't even aware of her actions.

Her body heaved as I picked up the pace. I reached up for her breasts, filling my palms and reaching my fingers out to grasp the whole package with each hand. Hiyori grabbed onto my wrists, whimpering as her grip started to hurt me.

I squeezed harder, pinning both nipples between knuckles. Her legs went into the air and then wrapped the back of my head.

I slowed down, which only made Hiyori push with her ankles, begging me to finish her off. The way she moaned made my dick hard enough to scratch diamonds.

I fought against the temptation of standing up and just fucking her raw. Hiyori knew what she wanted, but damn I tried to drag it out as long as I could. As soon as I felt her start to quiver, I backed off, fighting the push of her legs against my head like an arm-wrestling match.

Hiyori shook against my face, her hips dipping down and back up. The way she begged without saying a word was kinda cute.

I teased with a hard lash of my tongue. She stopped mid-heave, and then kept moving, trying her best to get what she wanted. I kept my tongue going. The poor thing's never had an orgasm before.

I suppose I'm not much for talk, I just lost my virginity yesterday after all

Her ankles pressed against my neck, forcing me against her slit. Hiyori cried out, the beat of her fists against the bed getting faster the moment she let go of my wrists.

I squeezed her breasts, feeling the heat rising all over her body. The way her voice went from one note to another kept me going. She was tossing around in fits, to the point I had to hold her waist down to keep it up. She fought against me, trying to break free as I punished her for living up to the most unnatural fetish of all: innocence.

It might have been a moment of weakness, but I finally pulled my mouth away from her. As I broke free of her legs and rose up, she had the sheets balled in her fists, knuckles white, and face red. A satisfied look in her eyes. She rode it out like a champ.

"Agh Nhyahnn! Aah! I didn't think... th-that... I would feel this good with you touching... Haah! That place of mine... Hyuuhhh!"

The quaking of her body subsided as I picked my phone up off the floor, checking the time. It was pretty late. Guess Hiyori is gonna have to stay the night again.

I got back to Hiyori. She stared at the ceiling, still processing the overload she had just felt for the first time. I leaned over and asked, ''You ready to continue? Or do you need a break?''

I'm perfectly fine with taking my time with her, savoring each moment.

''What was that?'' She asked with a curious gaze.

I gave her a confused look. ''What was what?''

''I couldn't stop myself. It felt so good.''

''Wait... Are you serious? You don't even know what an orgasm is?''

She looked as confused as an American in a salad bar. Hiyori kept looking at me, trying to figure it out on her own. Her shoulders finally shrugged, having given up on finding the answer herself.

"I know, but why did it feel so good?"

I stared down at her, wondering why I was explaining basic sexual mechanics to anyone older than twelve. Hiyori put both hands over her face. "I'm sorry.''

''No, don't be ashamed of it. There is a first time for everything. Plus, it's never too late to learn new things. Knowledge is eternal after all.''

Hiyori silently peeked through the gaps of her fingers, thinking I can't see her.

Cute.

I briefly wondered why I was comforting her. Actually, I do know why, we all have a biological drive to protect cute things. It's there to make sure we take care of babies and old people since they cant fend for themselves.

But I can't help but feel that I'd prevented the most awkward wedding night ever.

"Do you even know what's next?"I asked Hiyori, who pushed herself up on her elbows.

''I think so.'' She nodded meekly while covering her mouth with both hands.

''Which is?'' I wanted to hear it from her mouth.

She hesitated before looking me straight in the eye.

''The best part,'' she whispers softly.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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[A/N BTW Ayanokouji treats every girl differently to suit their preference. He's bold towards Sera cause she doesn't say 'no' to his advances, so he's trying to figure out how far he can push it.

He's mean and turns a blind eye to Fuuka, cause she wants everything to be her way.

He's kind and gentle towards Hiyori cause she's innocent]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟐𝟑: Hiyori's maidenhood Part-3

[ Kiyotaka POV]

"Well," I stopped myself before I scared her too much.

"I'm gonna lie down. What do you think happens after that?"I tossed my shirt aside, as I worked in unbuckling my belt. Hiyori's eyes grew as wide as saucers, seeing a cock for the first time.

"Is that what I think it is?"

My head crashed into the mattress as I got comfortable. "You tell me."

Does she even know which hole it goes into? Hiyori stood up, her throat pulsing with a gulp. If it weren't so sad to see, it'd have been cute.

"So that's a penis..." I wiped my face with my hand, if I wasn't well versed in keeping my emotions in check I probably would've had a hard time holding my laughter.

"Yeah, what's the next step?" I asked the silver-haired virgin beside me.

Hiyori stared at my soldier standing at full attention. You could almost see the gears turning in her head. "That," she pointed, "goes inside me?"

"Bingo," I said, "You are on the right path."

I waited for her next move. A bead of sweat forms on her chest, flowing right between her breasts. "That...? Where does it go?"

"You tell me. Don't you already know the answer? You did read the book Fuuka gave you, right?"

"Uhmm, I think so." Despite her admirable intelligence, she sounded like an airhead for once. "C-Can it even fit in me?''

''Only one way to find out.''

I looked at the wall behind me, before stretching my arms. I could tell she was breathing hard, not sure what to do. I guess it was a moment of mercy, but I'd had enough.

"Listen," I propped myself up on my elbows, "sit in my lap."

Hiyori had no problem with the order, but hell if her face didn't clue me into all that confusion going on between her ears. Her knees landed around my thighs, the heat from her honeypot emanating against my shaft.

I put my hands on her shoulders and hoped she'd know the drill. Of course, she didn't.

"Hiyori, honey, listen." I talked to her in a sarcastic tone as I pushed every strand of hair away from her face and rubbed the back of my hand against her cheek. "This," I motioned down with my head, "goes between your legs."

She lowered her hips closer to mine, the distance so short I could have thrust right inside if I wanted to. "Are you sure this isn't wrong?"

"Does it feel wrong?"

"I don't know."Her slit pressed against my shaft, her love juice already causing a wet sensation to my skin. Fucking thrust into her already. I talked myself out of it.

"Fair warning, it'll hurt at first." Hiyori took my cock between two of her fingers, directing it right toward home. My head pressed against her hymen, begging to be unleashed and tear through it.

She bent her head down, our noses almost touching. "Kiyotaka, I'm scared."

I had to look away from her round moist eyes. I swear this girl could probably usher in an era of world peace with that level of cuteness.

My hands gripped the top of her hip bones, guiding her down until I felt the final wall of her virginity press against me. "It's alright. Take your time."

The pressure against my tip got stronger. I felt the snap as Hiyori's eyebrows shot upward. I fought against the instinct to rush all the way inside, knowing she wouldn't be able to handle it without going at her own pace.

I let Hiyori ease herself down the rest of the way. The feeling when our hips met left me in awe, like I had just explored uncharted territory.

Her tight cunt felt like a boa constrictor, the walls trying to choke the life out of my cock.

"Don't rush things. I'm not going anywhere."

She planted a hand between my chest and leaned back. Her eyes closed, the first cock she'd ever had rocking against places even her fingers hadn't explored.

I couldn't take my eyes off her, watching the corners of her mouth drift upward. Her other hand landed on me as Hiyori bent forward. "Easy, don't hurt yourself."

"Haah... But it feels so good."

She lunged forward, even more, her lips meeting my left ear. I fought against making myself thrust against her, her tight walls gripping me like a perfect mold of my shaft. "Phaah... Am I being a bad girl?"

"Do you want to be?"

Hiyori stopped in place, the back wall of her pussy crushing the head of my cock. "But isn't this wrong?"

Heaven would be this, right now, for-fucking-ever. I gave her a quick thrust, making Hiyori surge forward and bite into my neck to stop herself from moaning. She pulled herself back, planting both palms against my abs, not sure of what to do next.

I wrapped my arms around Hiyori's back. She slid against me, pushing the walls of her incredibly tight pussy against me. It felt different from Fuuka's. I briefly wondered if every pussy would feel different. Lowering myself I thrust back in.

Hiyori hugged around my waist, tensing her thighs until her knees knocked together. The poor girl had come so far already, but I felt like the test drive hadn't even gotten to the road. Her breath steamed against my ear. "Hyahn! ..Ah...Why does it feel so good?"

I cupped her chin and kissed her passionately, my tongue exploring her mouth. Not sure if mymind tricked me into a perfect present, but every breath I took smelled like jasmine. By the time I was done, a string of saliva was connecting us.

I stabbed another thrust into her. Hiyori collapsed against my chest, whimpering as her passage gripped me like an undersized rubber. I fought to pull it back, finally getting my length out against the pull of her honeypot.

"Rollover."

She did.

I gently gripped Hiyori's throat between my thumb and the rest of my fingers. My index finger softly caressed her soft lips, she took it in and starts sucking on it. She probably wasn't even aware of how seductive her action was.

This is mine?

I must have been a saint in a past life.

Hiyori wrapped her hands around my forearm, forcing my palm harder against her neck. I never knew that kind of 'naïve' mixed with 'wanting to be used' so well.

I pushed back inside her, fighting against the traction of her walls. Hiyori closed her legs around me, the heels of her feet pushing against my back. I finally reached rock bottom, her lips opening into a hard moan that put a lighter to my fuse.

"Put a baby in me," Hiyori drew me in with everything she had. "Please!"

''What...?'' I paused looking perplexed.

''Uhm... That's what the girl in the book said.'' Hiyori said bashfully while averting her eyes.

Is she talking about the doujin? I felt the twitch under my cock. I pulled back and watched her writhe her perfectly tight walls against every inch of me. Everything from the finger dipping between her lips, right down to the way she wrapped her feet around my neck told me to just let go with it.

I focused back on Hiyori, giving her a hard thrust right into the heartland. "Is that what you want?"Her fingers wrapped around my arms as I plowed into her. Hiyori tried to speak, her voice warping around the force of what I'd just driven into her each time.

She was too beautiful and innocent to even comprehend, no matter how hard I buried my cock in her I wanted to do it inside.

I fought back the urge, slowing myself down and wrapping my hands around Hiyori's waist. She didn't seem to mind. I drove in slow as her chin flew back, the sound of outright pleasure ringing out from between her lips.

"Kghh... haah... it feels a-amazing... haah... I can feel it all the way up to my belly! Kghhh!"

Precome almost dribbled when I pulled out of her. She gripped at my ribs, trying to bring me back in. Her own love juice had already soaked the bedsheet under her.

"Calm down Hiyori." I flipped Hiyori over to her side, putting her left leg up on my shoulder. It had spread her as wide open as she could get.

"Haah... Don't stop," Hiyori put her fingers on her clit as if by instinct. "I want it back inside me."

"Why?"

"Ah Ah... I cant s-stop...it feels too good."

Hiyori pinched her clit and went to town on it. "That's all I want." Her head rocked back as she stared at me with pleading eyes.

My dick pulsed, begging to get back into the game. I stared at my phone before shrugging. Hiyori shot her leg up, crashing the back of her thigh against my neck. "Now, please."

She kept rubbing her clit like an eraser against a mark that shouldn't have happened. Drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.

I leaned forward, gripping her breasts and holding her head steady. One hard thrust, my abs hitting the back of her thighs, drove the poor thing wild.

"Kya I c-can't keep my voice down anymore Hah Phaah." Hiyori went with the flow, her mouth staying open, every push forcing a moan out of her throat. I slowed down and pushed her face into the bed as I tried impaling her entire body on my shaft.

She whimpered into the sheets, burying her face in her hands and the mess of covers. Everything about her cunt begged for me to lose myself.

"Ahhh Kiyotaka If you keep reaching me so deep... Hah My head is going blank I don't care about anything else." Hiyori yelped again, fighting against my arms to clamp her thighs tight.

Hiyori curled herself inward and buried her face in her hands. It just drove me forward, threatening to set me off before I even knew what was happening.

Fuck it, just knock her up already.

Right as she finishes the sentence the pressure and suction inside of her greatly increase at the same time, making my vision flicker. I start thrusting even faster than before.

''It feels great, so good...! My first time... Something is coming...! Nhaaaah! Something is... Hyaaahn!''

''That means that you're about to cum soon.''

"C-Cumming...?! Hyaaahn! What does that mean?! Nhaaah!''

Before she could finish her sentence her whole body convulsed and pulsed. As if this is part of some grand design, Hiyori and I climax at the same time, I made sure to pull out at the very last second.

A thick rope shot across her body, making a line from her hips all the way up to just beneath Hiyori's tits. A part of me wished I'd have just left it inside. I could tell she would have wanted that too, the look in Hiyori's face changing from pure happiness to sadness in an instant.

I put my hand on her shoulder as I go in to kiss her. Her fingers wrapped around the back of my hand.

"Ah... Why didn't you do it inside? The girls in the book always had theirs inside." Hiyori pouted at me with a deep blush.

I cocked my head. "Book? You mean the doujin Fuuka gave you? Yeah, sorry. Getting a girl pregnant isn't something on my to-do list.''

Hiyori rolled onto her back, her hair still wet and soaking.

The perfection in that girl's body was almost enough to make me a believer. Whoever designed her certainly loved mankind. I'm looking at youTomose Shunsaku.

Hiyori looked me right in the eyes. "Next time..."

"Next time what, exactly."

She smiled and rubbed her stomach. "Next time do it inside."

I sighed as my erection instantly returned. It's gonna be a long night, isn't it?

--

I yawned as walked towards the kitchen. Hiyori already started preparing breakfast.

She cracked eggs into the skillet as I made my way over to her. She turned her head as I put my arms around her, my hands diving below for a feel.

''You look happy this morning,'' Hiyori said without looking back. She was wearing my shirt for some reason, the sleeves were too long for her so she had to roll it back. Completely bottomless except her panties.

Happy...? I feel the same as I always tho. I did fuck her a couple more times before we eventually went to bed. Although I made sure not to cum inside her, not even once.

''Just happy to see you,'' I told her whatever would make her delighted. I snuggled close and drifted my fingers past her panties.

''Your little friend down there is too.''

''I'm sure he is.'' Our bodies smashed together as she tried to keep cooking. I leaned my head and put my mouth against her ear and asked, ''We got more than enough time before classes start.'' She nuzzled her cheek against mine.

Life is pretty good right about now. I'm kinda glad I left the white room. I'm sure my father is gonna need therapy if he knew what his masterpiece was doing to pass the time.

''Don't mind me.'' I backed away and slid my cock out of my boxers. As I leaned back in, I pushed Hiyori's panties to the side and teased with the head. She didn't mind a bit as I pushed inside her.

She looked behind with an adoring gaze. Despite her cherry-red cheeks and trembling legs, her lips turned up to show a bright smile. One that can brighten up anyone's day.

Although highly unlikely, I guess I wouldn't mind actually falling in love.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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[A/N So this sex scene has more description and less dialogue. Fuuka's one had more dialogue and less description. Lemme know which one is better]

[Also congrats on making it this far, give yourself a pat in the bag. You just finished volume 0, AKA the prologue. It was more or less a slice of life so far, of Ayanokouji's daily life of interacting with people and dealing with Fuuka's shit. All so he can get laid. The next chapters will have him dealing with school issues and special exams.]

SS Collection: Kiyotaka / Kei / Haruka / Fuuka

[The following are a bunch of SS that took place during the events of Polygamy route, but weren't mentioned in the main story]

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[A Butt hurt Explanation]

[In Chapter 13, Ayanokouji scared away Ike and Yamauchi with a death glare, to stop them from hitting on Sera senpai. The following events occur the very next day, during which he explains to them why he is not a threat in order to avoid potential complications in the future]

[Kiyotaka POV]

''Hey, Ike, Yamauchi, we need to have a chat.''

''S-sure! of course...''

''Anything you say Ayanokouji-sama!''

''...''

''Uh, why are you guys hiding behind Sudo?''

Both Ike and Yamauchi hid behind Sudo, only peaking at me. Guess my death glare had a bigger impact on them than I anticipated. They looked at Sudo like he was their bodyguard or something, protecting them from me.

I gave Sudo a questionable look, but he just shrugged his shoulders in confusion. He himself didn't seem to know why they were acting like a bunch of pussies.

Well, time to tell them the perfect lie I came up with. It's gonna be at the expense of my dignity, however, it's a small price to pay for eternal peace.

''Well... I guess I won't beat around the bush then. Remember how I uh... deterred you guys away from that pink-haired senpai?''

''D-Deterred us?''

''Dude you looked like you were ready to skin us alive and send our body parts over the pacific!''

Sudu crossed his arms and had a confused look on his face, no doubt wondering how someone like me could possibly scare them.

''You see, I did it to protect you guys, you are my... uh bros... after all,'' I tried to sound as convincing as possible.

''Protect us?''

''Uh... from what exactly?''

Curiosity filled their heads. They both finally looked like they wanna hear me out.

''That pink-haired senpai was no ordinary senpai. She is a part of a secret all-girls club, their mission is to find innocent under-classmate boys to dominate. Sexually I mean.''

There was a brief silence before all hell broke loose.

''You idiot! That sounds like paradise. This is a betrayal of the highest degree!'' Ike stopped hiding behind Sudo and grabbed my right collar.

''I thought we were brothers in arms Ayanokouji! What happened to the bro code,'' Yamauchi grabbed my left collar.

Jeez, where did all the fear disappear off to?

''She ties you to a chair, and they have their way at you. Doing all sorts of lewd deeds.'' I explained.

''Holy shit that's hot! '' Ike shouted.

''Being dominated by older girls has always been a long-lost dream of mine!!'' Yamauchi joined in.

''Let me finish. You see...'' I continued talking ''She and her friends strap on 12-inch black dildos before ganging up on you and pegging you. While you just take it, helpless to do anything else.''

''...''

Silence filled our conversation. Their excited and betrayed faces changed into perfect poker faces within a split second.

Their gaze slowly went down to my butt, I tried not to seem uncomfortable.

I kept staring at them wondering how long this awkward silence would last.

All of a sudden their eyes watered up, and they burst into tears. It was like they were having a midlife crisis breakdown.

''Ayanokouji! No Ayanokouji-sama. I'm sorry I misjudged you. I thought you were some sort of heartless sociopath born in a secret lab or something.''

...

''Y-Yeah, you are a true man. A man among man.Sometimes it takes a real man to be best girl, after all.''

What?

They both hugged me like I was their long-lost teddy bear.

I gulped and kept chanting 'no homo' in my mind, pondering how long this hug would last.

''Who k-knows what would've happened to us, if you didn't stop us that day.'' Ike shivered with a pale face.

''I don't even w-wanna think about it,'' Yamauchi covered his eyes while agreeing.

Even Sudo placed a hand on my shoulder, tears dripping down his cheeks as he gave me a sad but proud look.

''I don't know what going on... but I will never forget your sacrifice. I will tell my grandkids of your bravery.'' He muttered.

Please don't.

''We will build you a statue in your honor, it will be labeled- Here lies the man who sacrificed his ass for his bros,'' Ike started wiping his tear-filled face with my shirt sleeves.

It's like he wants to piss me off.

''I will name my first son after you.'' Yamauchi looked up at the ceiling as if daydreaming. ''Kiyotaka Yamauchi.''

God, I wanna throw up.

Were they always this emotional? I noticed the entire class looking at us with judgemental gazes, but I didn't give it a second thought.

Still, I can't help but feel like our bond as friends deepened.

That's a good thing.

Right?

--

[A Stalker's Fiasco]

[Karuizawa spending time with Satou and Matsushita while discussing about Ayanokouji. However, Kei seems to notice something weird, about Matsushita. Took place sometime during the end of first month]

[Kei POV]

''Hey Karuizawa, how's seducing Ayanokouji going?'' Satou asked.

''Ah mou, don't even let me get started. The guy won't even budge to my advances. It's like talking to a brick wall. He has to be gay or something.''

''Mmmm..'' Satou pondered for a moment. ''I guess it's not too late to get a gender swap surgery.''

Da fuck? Is she serious?!

Matsushita our voice of reason spoke up,'' Through my research observation, I can confidently say he's 100% not gay.''

Research observations she says... That's a funny way of saying stalking.

''Oh, that's great!'' Satou clapped at her friends

However, I couldn't help but notice something odd.

''Hey Mats?'' That's like a nickname I call her sometimes, her last name is quite the mouthful after all. ''How often do you see Ayanokouji, exactly?''

Mats slurped on her drink, before letting go of the straw. ''Mmm... Anytime I just happen to see him by accident, nothing special.''

''As expected of Matsushita, you are such a good luck charm.'' Satou nodded.

However, I still wasn't convinced.

''Hey Mats, what's Ayanokouji's favorite food?''

''Judging from what he orders the most, I will have to go with a vanilla latte.''

''OK... When is his birthday?''

''20th October.''

''His favorite color?''

''Anything except white.''

She doesn't even hesitate between answers.

I glanced at Satou, eyeing her to notice the oddity. C'mon woman, open your eyes! Your so-called friend knows more about your crush than you do!!

''OMG!,'' Satou's eyes opened up in shock, as realization crept into her face.

Fucking finally!!

''M-Matshushita y-you...'' Satou's eyes were hidden behind her bangs. A fight between girls can get quite ugly, so it's best to get it over with at this stage. Better now than later. ''You would...''

Satou seemed to struggle with the words, can't say I blame her. Two girls liking the same guy sounds like a recipe for disaster. However no matter the outcome I will make sure to comfort them both. They are my first friends at this school after all.

''You would go this far for little old me!'' Satou gave her a bright smile. ''See Karuizawa, now this is what I call dedication to a friend. Look how hard she's working to keep up to date with a daily dose of Ayanokouji lore!''

''Aw, no need to flatter me, it's the least I could do,'' Mats giggled.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!

I banged my head on the table. No, I can't stop now! For the sake of my friends, I have to go to the extreme.

''What did Ayanokouji eat this morning?''

''Instant cup ramen. First, he took out the contents from the cup in a glass bowl before filling it will 150 ml of water, and heating it up in the micro oven. He seems to dislike directly eating from the plastic.''

DAMN, HOW DOES SHE EVEN KNOW THAT?

I pointed at Mats while staring at Satou with a crazed look. Look Satou! Look! Do you not see a problem with her behavior?

''Matsushita... You... How could I be so blind,'' Satou looked down at the table, her eyes filled with anger.

YES! YES! YES! YES!

''You should've told me earlier that Ayanokouji cant cook,'' Satou pouted at Matsushita like a spoiled brat. ''Poor guy is stuck eating cup noodles. I should make something for him. The fastest way to a guy's heart is through his stomach, after all.''

NO! NO! NO! NO!

I started pulling my hair in frustration. Why can't she see the obvious?

''Hey Mats,'' I asked, my eyes filled with determination. ''What did Ayanokouji do after breakfast?''

''Oh that's easy, He finished breakfast at 9:18. After eating his breakfast he went to his sink to clean up the dirty plates exactly at 9:20. He happens to be very orderly. At 9:36 he changed his clothes to a casual ones. Blue jeans and a light blue polo shirt. At 9:40 he walked out of his dorm. At 9:51 he met Sudo on the way and they shared a brief conversation. At 9:56 he got ambushed by a white-haired senpai. At 9:57 she dragged him to a nearby cafe while pressing her boobs on him. At 10:03 they ordered green tea and two sandwiches. I'm sorry but I don't know what happened after 10:04, cause I had to come here to hang out with you girls.'' Mat's told the last line with a hint of disappointment.

W.T.F

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

My mouth was wide open the entire time. But surely this time, Satou would use common sense. And sure enough, a single tear dripped from her eyes, before more followed.

''M-Matshushita we are no longer friends!''

Geez took you long enough! I wasn't worried about them fighting, I'm sure they will get over it soon.

''Because now, you are my best friend!''

SAY WHAT NOW?

''I wonder if I was a saint in my previous life, to be blessed with a friend like you Matsushita.'' Satou gently wiped her tears away. ''For you to work so hard for my sake. You too Karuizawa. Ah... I truly must be blessed.''

''Aw shucks, no worries. It's not like I'm forcing myself. I like doing it.'' Mats said with a mischievous smile.

GIRL! SHE JUST ADMITTED THAT SHE ENJOYS STALKING UR CRUSH!...

Ya know what... screw it!

'sigh' I'm not even gonna bother anymore.

--

[Haruka's Wild Imaginations]

[Small SS of Haruka fantasizing about Ayanokouji during a bath, after seeing him and Sera making out in her locker]

Haruka closed the door of her bathroom and hastily drew a bath.

No sooner had the steaming waters filled the tub she stepped in, sliding beneath the hot waters with a shivering sigh. She glanced at the sports tracksuit on the bathroom hangers and flushed.

She has to burn that. It keeps reminding her of that.The memory of Ayanokouji intruded itself on her again.

The way that pink-haired girl was kissing his neck, leaving behind hickeys.

She didn't stop her hand as it slid through the waters andbetween her thighs. Her breath hitched as she touched the tender labia of her cunt, her face flushing.

She shouldn't.

She reallyshouldn't.

"Mmmm," she breathed softly as her finger teased her pussy open. Her breathing deepened as she recalled the image of that girl pushing her boobs against him. The sound of her hot breaths hitting his neck, through her parted lips.

Haruka let her fingers dip inside her, gasping as the vision changed. The pink-haired girl, now in a bedroom, riding Ayanokouji. His expression was the same as ever, dominant but not even a hint of a blush. The woman screamed her ecstasy as she was taken by the guy's thick manhood.

Her inner walls clutching Ayanokouji's big cock with every bounce. Her moans echoing in the imaginary bedroom, as her tight honeypot was claimed by him. And Ayanokouji, his thick manhood plundering her cunt with every thrust.

More things in her vision changed. The pink-haired girl's face was gone, replaced by Haruka's own face, transfixed with ecstasy, a vision that sent her finger moving with faster, more frantic thoughts.

"Ayanokouji," she moaned. "Yes. Yes! Fuck me. Ayanokouji!"

The waters of the bath sloughed against the sides as Haruka jerked her hips against her plunging fingers. Her moans rose louder, her body tightening with a sweet tension of impending orgasm.

"Yes! Yes! F-fuck meeeeee!"She arched, moaning as her orgasm seared her nerves andraced through her in a rush. Soaking in the waters filled by Ayanokouji's imaginary seed, Haruka moaned again as her pussy convulsed with pleasure.

Panting, she drew her finger from her quim and briefly stared at her fingers, now slick with her own love juice.

Her head spun and ached. Wearily, she climbed out of the hot waters.

She pulled the plug, watching the evidence of what she had done go down the drain with a drawn-out slump.

''I really need to get him out of my head.''

She sighed, rubbing her face tiredly. With a plodding stride, she went to bed, asleep as soon as she lay down atop the sheets.

--

[Fuuka behind the scenes]

[Story of how Fuuka made the club for Ayanokouji]

In the student council room, there were two figures. One was a calm and confident man with glasses, sitting straight on his Chocobo wood chair. The other was a white-haired girl with a mischievous grin, her back leaning against the sofa while her legs were on top of the table like she owned the place.

Manabu already excused Tachibana, so he can have this... private talk with Kiryuin Fuuka. One of his underclassmen. A troublesome individual, if he's being honest.

''So I take it that you wish to start a new club,'' Manabu fixed his glasses in place. ''Again...''

''Yeah, pretty much.'' Fuuka shrugged her shoulders.

''You realize this is the 3rd time you started a club. And each time you made one, it ended in utter disaster.''

''No it didn't, stop over-exaggerating senpai.''

''You tried to make Uranium-214 in the chemistry lab, the entire lab had to be locked down due to radiation leaks.''

''Bruh, it was the 'Nuclear bomb' club, what were you expecting?''

Manabu facepalmed, before letting out a deep sigh.

''And don't even let me get started on your 'Making Drugs 101' club.''

''What? I binged watched breaking bad that week, and decided to follow in the footsteps of Walter White.''

''Enlighten me if you will, but what were you even planning to do with the 12 Kg of crystal meth you cooked.''

''Sell it to the students, duh! How else do you expect me to make fat stacks?''

Manabu groaned but still maintained his composure.

''Do you have any idea how much paperwork and convincing I had to do, so you don't get expelled.''

''To that, you have my lifelong gratitude,'' Fuuka said while trimming her nails while humming a song, not even bothering to look at the student council prez.

''Every single of your clubs gets shut down after a week, and you never managed to get a single member to join, except for that seraphine girl.'' Manabu paused. ''Why will this time be any different.''

''Because,'' She finally looked at Manabu. ''This time I'm not doing it for me.''

Manabu looked intrigued for the first time in this conversation. Fuuka, not being selfish? Now that's a foreign concept. ''Go on.''

''You see there is this first-year g-guy I'm interested in,'' Fuuka said quite bashfully, which was uncharacteristic of her. ''I wanted to make a club so we can spend time together.''

Manabu's eyes widened, that's something he never expected coming out of her mouth.

''Oh wow,'' Manabu was genuinely surprised to see such a reaction from this troublemaker. ''He must really like you.''

''Pfft LMAO! That guy wants nothing to do with me,'' Fuuka's bashfulness disappeared as an evil grin took its place. ''At least this way I can force him to spend time with me, I'm honestly getting tired of breaking into his house all the time.''

''...''

''PLUS,'' Fuuka licked her lips seductively. ''That clubroom would be the birthplace of his ever-growing HAREM!!! Tsundere chicks, Kudere chicks, Yandere chicks, Gyarus, you name it. He's gonna catch em all like pokemon.''

Fuuka let out a bold laugh like she was a villain who just revealed her plans to the hero.

Manabu was completely expressionless, his eyes hidden behind the light reflected on his spectacles. He looked like he just lost hope in humanity.

''And... this guy, does he even want a harem?''

''Who Ayanokouji? Nah he just wants to screw a girl with no strings attached, haha'' Fuuka burst out laughing again like she just remembered a inside joke. ''What a waste right? But that sure as hell won't stop me!''

Fuuka suddenly got up from her chair and gave the most sinister smile possible, her eyes glowing with a mischievous glint.

''He is a 6' 1" of raw animal lust in a gorgeous fucking body. His muscles are cut with the precision of a diamond drill!''

Manabu looked very confused about what was going on, it was like Fuuka was giving a speech on hyping up a product.

''His 8-pack abs and his pecs and deltoids showcase a body that's crowned by his lean face and mysteriously dark eyes. He has perfect skin and smooth brown hair.''

''Seriously what are you t-talking about...''

''And let's not forget the monster of a cock that's gonna be ravaging every single pussy in this school. Mine included.''

''...''

''Yeah, I heard enough, this club. There is no universe where I approve this.''

''Aw that's a shame'', Fuuka said casually as she took out an envelope from her skirt pockets and tossed it at Manabu. ''Maybe you should see that first, who knows? It might change your mind.''

The student council president took the letter, pondering on what might be inside. Something that would change his mind? Now that's complete nonsense. His decision is bulletproof.

He gracefully opened it, but inside the envelope were nothing but a couple of photos.

All of which were crayon drawings that a grade-schooler could make, however, all of them had one thing in common, a blonde character.

One look and he immediately froze up.

There was no doubt in his mind, who it was.

The vice-president Miyabu Nagumo.

The first picture was Nagumo wearing a short french maid outfit while taking a selfie.

The second picture was Nagumo playing cards with Jeffrey Epstein and EDP445.

The last and final drawing was Nagamu sitting on a white couch, in a more or less white room. But what attracted Manabu's attention was the 5 shirtless buff black dudes standing behind him.

When he turned over the page there was a single text written on it.

'This could be him but you playing'

Manabu kept staring at it for several minutes before taking a long deep breath.

He calmly put the photos back in the envelope, placing it in a drawer and locking it with a key, which only he had access to.

''This club... You got my complete seal of approval,'' Manabu said with a straight face.

''Should've said that from the start, four eyes,'' Fuuka smirked in satisfaction, as she set the wheels in motion.

Polygamy route, here we come!

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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[A/N Congrats on officially finishing Vol-0. Volume-1 starts from the next chapter]

SS Collection: Kiyotaka after graduation [April fools]

[Banging the President's daughter]

[Here is a one-shot of an older Kiyotaka, basically on what he's up to after graduating from ANHS]

SLURP!

I look down at the sight of the lascivious lady sucking my cock greedily and I grunt with a self-satisfied air. She's getting into it. Her body isn't the best, but I don't fucking care. She's the President's only daughter, and she's giving me head while I'm sitting comfortably on the President's chair.

That's right. I'm sitting in the Big Chair itself. Right behind the President's desk in the Oval Office. It's night of course, and no one else is in here.

Here's a history lesson for you. The President's desk is called the Resolute Desk because it was given as a gift to the United States from the HMS Resolute from Her Royal Navy.

Abby [The girl whos sucking me off right now] starts moaning my name between blowjobs.

''Mmmm, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji''

That's me, alright. And that's probably the only reason that Secret Service hasn't hauled me away from here, or building security hasn't been set on me yet.

Because I'm supposed to be here.

It was one of my father's instructions.

My father isn't a good person, but I will admit that he's a great man, considering everything he achieved in life despite the fact that he started from scratch.

He's very adamant about putting his name deep in politics. He says it's to protect the family business. Whatever. He just probably likes the power. Even though he is my legal guardian. We haven't talked face to face in forever.

She moans again lewdly and I think about politics.

My father said I should go into politics too. That's basically why I'm here as a White House Intern right after my senior year at Yale. With a few favors and a few strings pulled, he's put his son in at a job where he can sit in the President's chair and get a blowjob from the First fucking Daughter.

Speaking of which, I look down. Damn. Abby is bobbing her head up and down my shaft like a pro. My cock is in a world of its own. It's throbbing so hard, ready to cum that it must have its own heartbeat.

Yeah, my dad definitely wouldn't approve of this.

To be honest? He probably wouldn't approve of a lot of things I do.

Although, there's nothing I can really do about that. The women, they seem to throw themselves at me.

At least, that's what Fuuka tells me.

''Hey, can you fucking blame them? You are 21 years old.'' She would say.

''Young, with yellow eyes and dimples. A ripped fucking body. The body of a fucking Greek god. A fucking gladiator. 8pack abs. You bench twice your weight easily. You have a body fat index of 5%.'' When she starts ranting I just turn up the volume of my ear-pods, so I can drown out Fuuka's voice.

Well, I guess she's not technically wrong. That's probably what brings the ladies to me in the first place. First-year co-eds, sorority leaders, graduate student assistants, professors, housewives, and now First Daughters.

'Sigh'

They coo with lust as I take my clothes off and kiss between their neck and their shoulder. Then they get my pants off.

And their eyes bug the fuck out.

Because they see it.

My cock.

At first, they're afraid.

"Kiyotaka, I don't know...if it would even fit" they say out loud with fear and trepidation in their voices. They try jerking it, but they usually need two hands. I get them off once with my fingers and tongue. And then no matter their protests, I get them to take just the tip.

I'll probably only be able to sink in halfway into them. But by then they're clawing at my back and screaming for God. Moaning as enticingly as possible.

I grunt savagely as Abby continues her ministrations on my cock. I need to put it in, just thinking about all these women.

"Hey, get up," I command. She looks at me for one second but then I pull her up with my arms. She squeals as I turn her over and bend her on her daddy's desk. I lift up her skirt and yank down her panties. I may have ripped those panties. But they were boring purple cotton briefs. Not really worth the loss, if you ask me.

Abby squeals again in excitement and juts her ass out. I waste no time and put on a condom and position my head into the mouth of her pussy and shove it into her canal.

"Oh my fucking God, Kiyotaka!" Abby moans out loud.

She starts squirming on my cock, her legs trembling-her arms writhing all over the desk. I don't notice because I've closed my eyes and I'm imagining all the various girls I've fucked over my short lifespan.

Is it a lot?

I guess. I won't lie.

But I've always taken care to be safe and I've always been honest with the girls. I've told them that I'm young. I'm not looking for anything permanent. Hell, I'm looking for one night. Maybe two if they're really good and I'm in the mood. A week is the absolute max. Two weeks? Fuck that.

At least that's how I expect it to go in my head, but the world doesn't seem to go my way.

The fact that Fuuka still bothers me is a prime example of that.

Sure when my cock is going in and out of them like it's doing to Abby they nod their head and bite their tongue.

But as soon as they cum? As soon as they recover from that amazing climax? They're getting all clingy. They're making plans to go up to the Cape to meet their fucking parents. They're renting hotel rooms in the middle of the afternoon where we can go and fuck.

'sigh'

I turned my attention back to Abby. She's going crazy, grunting and groaning like a fucking animal in heat. Her eyes are clouded up with fucking lust. Her hands are desperately trying to grab hold of something. Anything.

She hits one of the phones along the side of the desk. I don't know which one. But whatever, she actually feels pretty good. She's a bit of a slut-at least that's the word around the West Wing. But she's tight. I'll grant you that.

"Hey, I'm going to fuck you so hard!" I tell her.

But I didn't get a response.

Is it me or is she talking in a very low voice? I bend over closer to hear her without breaking my stride.

"Oh unggggghh, Kiyotaka, it's so daaaa...good," she moans again.

I shrugged and closed my eyes again, and went back to imagining the women I've been with.

"Tell me how much you want it," I tell her. I hold onto her hips and increase my tempo.

"Oooohh," Abby coos. "Eeeeee," she pants. At least that's what it sounds like. I haven't opened my eyes yet. Just going by auditory impulses.

"Tell me how much you fucking love my cock," I say, getting closer and closer.

"Khee bhol cho..." Abby says and I have no idea what she's saying now, but I'm not going to lie - I'm not really paying attention. I'm maybe five seconds away from exploding.

I will be honest with you, I say these same lines to every single woman right before they climax, like I'm reading from a script. I'm not really a natural when it comes to dirty talk, so I just memorize them off the internet.

"I'm going to cum all over your fucking face," I grunt as I slow down my thrusts.

"Kheee," Abby says in a high-pitched voice. She's speaking gibberish now. Unintelligible. But that's just the effect I seem to have on women.

I finally open my eyes and look at her. Her eyes are wide and she's looking back at me in fear. Three more strokes. Two. One.

Fuck, no time to turn her around.

I pull out and whip my condom off.

"I'm gonna cum," I say with a nasty sneer of pride.

The door bursts open.

I look up.

It's the President of the United States of America. He's being followed by three Secret Service people.

But it's too late for me.

I'm cumming. Bolts of lightning and electricity have seized my body and paralyzed my muscles. All over his daughter's ass. I unload rope after rope of thick, viscous white cum on his daughter's ass cheeks and lower back.

Despite the fact that this 22-year old First Daughter just got caught in the Oval Office with a White House Intern's cock inside of her, and despite the fact that her eyes tell me she's afraid of something, which has to be my cock because she can't help but sigh in pleasure as thick, heavy spurts of hot jizz land on her lower back and ass.

I grunt and start looking at my handiwork.

The first shot hits the right ass cheek. The second shot hits the left. The third rope hits her lower back and pools right above her ass before trickling down her thighs. The fourth shot hits right on her crack, dribbling downward. The fifth shot goes and smears the right ass cheek again.

"Well, glad that's over," I sighed and slicked my hair back.

In a fog of sex, I'm vaguely aware that the President has rushed to the desk. I'm slowly becoming aware that the Secret Service agents are standing at the entrance to the Oval Office.

What I don't understand is why the President doesn't seem to be paying any attention to Abby and I. Is his daughter that much of a slut that he's basically given up on her?

That's when I notice he's saying something.

Fuck, he's talking into the phone. Wait, he's talking into the phone?

The phone was on?

"Mr. Putin, please understand that this is not a provocation of war!" the President yells into the phone and that's when I snap back to reality. "America is not looking to fuck you and cum on Russia's face!"

Oh. Fuck.

"Kakvo Kazvash!" the voice yells on the other end.

"He says the missiles are ready for launch if you're lying," a voice says and I notice that the President's Russian translator is behind him. I didn't even notice him.

You remember as I was fucking Abby and her hands were going all over the place as she was squirming?

Remember the phone she grabbed?

I'm just realizing right now. It was red.

"Mr. Putin, we have no desire for war! I swear to you! The US and Russia have come a long way together. Don't let two stupid kids cost the lives of billions of people!" the President yells. Beads of sweat are forming on his brow.

My cock starts to twitch, it's resting semi-hard on Abby's ass. We're frozen, all watching what's happening.

Apparently, the Russian President got put on speakerphone and misinterpreted me telling Abby the things I wanted to do to her as threats of war.

There's a long silence.

"Daubs Vedanya!" the voice on the other end of the line says and the line clicks as it goes dead.

The President looks to his translator who nods. He sighs visibly and clutches the desk.

My heart rate slows. Fuck, that was close.

I pull away from Abby and start putting on my pants. Abby turns around to look at me. I hastily put on my pants and grab my shirt and shoes, putting them on as I start walking.

I need to put as much distance between me and the Oval as possible.

"If anyone needs me, I'll be at the Executive Building," I say, almost out the door.

"Wait just one minute, Kiyotaka," the President says from behind me.

Fuck. I was so close to getting out of this one as well.

I turn around to face the fucking music.

Guess father won't approve of me almost starting World War III now to add to the long list of other things, huh?

I sighed, not because I was in trouble but because this was just another ordinary day for me.

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[The following is a Youtube video uploaded after Ayanokouji's incident. Made by Haruka Hasebe. Yup she grows up to be an influencer here]

Yo what's up Youtube it's your favorite girl, Haruka Hasebe, the Professional Gossiper of all time.

WELCOME TO MEGA GOSSIP TUESDAYS!

THOUGHT YOU WERE SAFE? Had a great day yesterday? Well, how would you like to know that we almost all died?

That's right. I'm hearing that the United States came closer than it has in a long time to a complete and all-out war with the Russians. That's right. Administration officials and the Pentagon are obviously not saying anything confirming something like this, but my spies in the White House tell me that it all started with some nookie.

You heard that right, viewers. Someone was getting some in the Oval Office, and accidentally pushed the wrong buttons and got on the phone with the Russians. What was said hasn't been found out yet, but it was aggressive enough to get the Russian president, Vladimir Putin, to put his finger on his own nuclear triggers.

Yup. We didn't believe it at first either, but apparently, the sex was so rough that the Russian president thought it was a prelude to war when he thought he was being spoken to.

Can't believe it? Our sources swear up and down that it's true. What's more, a few are even telling me who the man with the nuclear libido is, and this you're not going to believe.

Turns out the man with the explosive sex in his loins is none other than Kiyotaka Ayanokouji. That's absolutely right. Kiyotaka Ayanokouji-the prodigal son of the Mr.Ayanokouji.

If you're seeing this on the subway and need to sit down, I'm with you, babe. I didn't believe it at first. Kiyotaka just graduated from Yale this year and he's only been at the White House as an intern for about a month. He was recommended for the job by both the Mayor and the Democratic Congressman from Manhattan.

With so much political capital by him, we thought Kiyotaka would be a shining star in Washington D.C.

But if you're having trouble breathing thinking how Kiyotaka almost caused World War III, guess who his partner in crime was?

Now for this, our sources are going deep undercover. If the White House found out they were talking to me, they'd not just be fired, but they'd probably be sued too. They're telling me it was the First Daughter, Abby, who was doing the nasty with Kiyotaka.

And was doing it so loudly and so lewdly that the Russian president who was listening thought our country was getting ready to go to war.

That's right. Turns out America's Sweetheart isn't so much of a sweetheart but a sexpot. Which just goes to show that you shouldn't believe everything that those in power are telling you. Who knows what deep, dark secrets they could be hiding?

But fear not, citizens, because I Haruka Hasebe am always listening and always ready to spell the juiciest, dirtiest, nastiest secret for your enjoyment and pleasure. And it looks like Kiyotaka is going to be coming home to daddy so that means we're going to be extra busy.

He and his father have been rumored to not get along.

So, it's going to be an interesting summer, to say the least. Till we find more, this is Haruka Hasebe signing off.

Keep your ears open, and hide your daughters, New York. Cause Kiyotaka Ayanokouji is coming back to town... Mmm

''D-Did you just m-moan Haruka?!''

''S-Shut up Airi, you're the one with the wet pussy right now!''

[Happy April Fools and cya. Not sure if I want to make this canon to the story or not.]

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