"Hmmm"
"Mm"
"Ah, Yoshito—be gentle."
The cold, enchanting voice of Kyouko Tsukishima echoed through the room, yet it dripped with undeniable allure.
If anyone happened to pass by the guidance room at that moment, they would surely have their minds flooded with suggestive fantasies, envisioning a plethora of romantic scenarios, such as:
"The Fall of Sensei," "Beauty Sensei's Educational Hour," "The Bad Student Defying Sensei"…
A current of faint electricity coursed through her delicate skin, sending shivers through Kyouko Tsukishima's mind.
Lost in the comforting foot massage administered by Ito Yoshito, she momentarily forgot the urgency of her purpose for calling him.
"Yoshito, the real reason I called you here is… um…"
"Hah—"
Taking a soft breath, Kyouko Tsukishima continued.
"During lunch break, you need to stop by the president's office. President Daimon wants to see you."
"See me?"
Ito Yoshito halted his playful massage of Kyouko's silky leg, lifting his head to meet her flushed face.
"Kyouko, do you know why the president wants to see me?"
With misty eyes, Kyouko brushed aside the droplets of sweat clinging to her hair.
"Well, um… the president didn't tell me. But don't worry. In fact, she has a good impression of you.
When you were hospitalized last month, she asked me to visit you."
"Huh? Why does the president think so highly of me?"
"That's actually easy to guess. President Naoko Daimon just took office two years ago. As soon as she did, she implemented the 'scholarship' system."
"She places great importance on academic performance. Your grades are excellent, so naturally, she will pay you more attention."
"I see…"
Ito Yoshito rubbed his nose thoughtfully. As Kyouko said, there was no reason to worry if the president truly was that kind of person.
"Whoosh—"
"Hmm?"
Now at ease, he unconsciously sniffed the air, and suddenly caught a faint scent on his fingertips.
"Eh~ you pervert, Yoshito."
The blush that had just faded from Kyouko's cheeks returned rapidly at his movement.
"Hmph~"
Yoshito didn't deny it and gently grabbed Kyouko's petite foot again.
"Then I suppose I must fulfill my perverse duties!"
"Mmhm~"
...
The afternoon breeze gently caressed the cherry blossom trees, where only a few vibrant petals remained, slowly drifting down to blanket the verdant lawn below.
Compared to the invigorating morning sunlight, the midday sun exuded a lazy warmth, draping over the similarly languid students in the classroom, intensifying their drowsiness.
Ding-ding-ding—
The bell signaling the end of lunch rang out, breaking the lazy atmosphere in the classroom.
Ito Yoshito tidied his desk, declined Ayato Haruno's invitation for lunch, and made his way to the president's office.
The office wasn't located in the main building but in a nearby administrative block.
Navigating through the crowd, Yoshito arrived on the first floor of the office building and took the elevator to the sixth floor, where the president's office was situated.
Knock, knock, knock!
He gently tapped on the ornate wooden door, and from inside came a soft, alluring voice.
"Come in!"
Pushing the door open, the first sight that greeted him was a stunning woman with an oval face.
Her long purple hair cascaded down her shoulders, styled in a neat ponytail, while wavy locks gently framed her alluring, mature features.
The frameless square glasses she wore added a touch of seriousness to her overall image, complemented by a bright red lipstick that enhanced her charming makeup.
This combination flawlessly blended seriousness with appeal, making Naoko Daimon appear both mature and intellectual.
"President."
Approaching her desk, Yoshito greeted the poised Naoko Daimon, who was seated in her chair.
"Mm."
Adjusting her glasses, Naoko raised her sharply defined brows, her keen gaze scrutinizing Yoshito.
Her arms were crossed over her chest, the fullness beneath her red uniform top accentuated by the gesture.
A light yellow beaded necklace dangled gracefully around her slender neck, contrasting against her pale skin, which delicately embraced the enticing curve of her collarbones.
Nodding slightly, Naoko indicated for Yoshito to take a seat.
"Not bad. You look more spirited than in your photos."
The stern expression on her face softened a bit, and it was evident that the president was happy with Yoshito's appearance.
"You flatter me, President."
As she stretched her legs under the table, Naoko leaned back against the comfortable chair, creating a gentle wave of motion.
"Ito-kun, do you know why I called you here?"
"President, please tell me."
"Itou Yoshito, I've reviewed your file."
"You truly come from a modest background, yet you've maintained excellent grades despite such challenging circumstances."
"Very impressive."
Knock, knock…
Rapping her fingers lightly on the desk, Naoko leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands while gazing intently at Yoshito.
"I place great importance on you, Ito-kun."
"I'm honored."
"Hehe~ There's no need to be so humble. Well, let's get to the point."
Clearing her expression, Naoko continued.
"As high school studies intensify, I know you've been facing hardships and even juggling multiple part-time jobs, which can impact your academic performance."
"Therefore, my office needs someone to help with cleaning duties and someone who can also liaise with the student council."
"What do you think? Would you like to consider this opportunity?"
After a moment of contemplation, Yoshito asked,
"President, what about the working hours…"
"For cleaning, it will be every day, and you can set your own schedule."
"As for liaising with the student council… don't worry. If you need to prioritize your part-time work, you can ask for leave."
Outside the window, the wind rustled, causing the potted plants to sway.
Ding-ding-ding
The wind chimes hanging from the curtains chimed lightly, as if a celestial melody had brightened the air, allowing Yoshito's thoughts to drift far away.
The warm sunlight spilled through the window onto Naoko, causing her to squint lazily, her keen eyes assessing the young man before her.
His short hair framed starry eyes, and the strong features of his face appeared softened in the glow of sunrays.
'He's cleaner than other boys… a rather charming young man.'
"President, when can I start working?"
Naoko smiled, her voice rich and imbued with feminine allure.
"You can start right now."
After finishing the cleaning in the president's office, Yoshito noticed he still had time before lunch break ended, enough to grab a bite to eat.
The gentle sunlight gradually shifted from east to west, cascading from the horizon.
Delicate lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, poised to lift from the elegant brows of Natsuha Mizuki.
As the soft breeze caressed her, Natsuha stirred from her slumber.
"Mmm~"
Letting out a soft murmur like a sleepy pet, Natsuha instinctively reached for the familiar, warm embrace that was not there.
Gradually opening her eyes, she squinted until she adjusted to the bright sunlight, glancing toward the empty spot beside her.
"Did he go to school…?"
She thought back to their morning conversation. Yoshito had indeed said a few things, but what were they? The memory eluded her.
With her hand resting on the edge of the bed, she pushed herself up, basking in the warmth of the light. Her fair, supple body glinted like dew under the sun, radiating a captivating blush that dazzled the eye.
Unlike her innocent girlhood, Natsuha now exuded an unintentional mature allure, akin to a flower fully blooming from its budding state, transforming into a flourishing and vibrant hydrangea.
The direct exposure of her skin to the gentle wind felt sensitive, reminiscent of the enchanting night they shared, causing Natsuha's cheeks to flush slightly.
After sitting quietly on the bed for a while, she finally stretched her limbs and walked toward the tiny bathroom in her rental unit.
It was quite strange; this morning she had felt exhausted and sore, yet now, just past noon, her body was starting to recover swiftly.
'What a resilient constitution I have~ (Innate XX Sacred Body)
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Ding, ding, ding…
"Finally, class is over!"
"Let's hurry to Akihabara; I specially took a day off from the club today. The limited-edition 'Magical Girl' figurine series is on sale!"
"Huh? I thought you didn't like magical girls?"
"This one is different; it's a defective edition. Ahem… it's the one with tentacles…"
"Oh, so this is the 'magical girl' you're talking about."
"Ahem, don't speak too loudly; let's go. Accompany me for a bit."
"Then let me admire it too."
"Of course."
As soon as the class ended, the crowd erupted with excitement, and Yoshito quickly packed up, making his way outside the classroom.
"Yoshito~"
A faint scent of perfume wafted over as Rina Tsushima approached him, hooking her arm around his, her soft touch flooding him.
"Why are you in such a rush? Come home with me~"
"Rina…"
Before Yoshito could respond, another voice interrupted.
"Chitose~"
Feeling the greater softness against his other arm than that of Rina, Yoshito didn't even have to look to know who it was.
"Reina…"
"Hehe, Yoshito~ let's head home together."
Her sweet voice dripped like honey, and Reina Kurashiki rubbed against Yoshito's arm, enamored with his warmth.
"Hehe, Reina, dial it down a bit. You're acting like a love-struck kitten."
"Hmph~ It's okay; he's Yoshito after all."
"Hmph, you always claim I'm just teasing, but you're no saint yourself. Hehe…"
"Rina, are you feeling a bit mischievous?"
"Rina, Reina."
The two girls tugged at Yoshito, chattering away, and he slightly strained against their grasp to interrupt their interaction.
"Sorry, but I genuinely have something to deal with today, so I can't accompany you. Next time, feel free to ask me where to hang out."
"Ah~ is that so?"
"Then there's nothing we can do; if you have something to attend to, go for it."
"Thank you."
Looking around to ensure no one was nearby, Yoshito gently kissed both girls on their tender cheeks before swiftly leaving the school.
Rina and Reina watched him go, exchanging glances.
"There's something fishy going on!"
———
"Click."
"Natsuha, I'm back."
After rushing home, Yoshito didn't forget to stop by the supermarket to buy Natsuha some clothes she could change into.
"Welcome back, Yoshito~"
Yoshito paused, staring dazedly at the stunning figure standing at the door.
Fresh from a shower, Natsuha's body emanated a light haze of steam.
Tilting her head, she used a white arm to gently wipe her waist-length, damp purple hair with a towel.
Amidst the steaming atmosphere, her complexion appeared increasingly soft. The slight pink hue of her skin resembled delicate flower petals, radiant and alluring.
With no clean clothes available, she donned one of Yoshito's shirts.
The oversized shirt snugly enveloped Natsuha's perfect form, accentuating her voluptuous curves.
Her legs, as white as ivory pillars, emerged from the shirt, droplets of water gliding down her velvety skin.
Her delicate, elegant ankles were flawlessly proportioned, gracefully arching, leading to dainty toes, neatly arranged like soft buns.
Yoshito padded softly towards Natsuha.
"Yoshito?"
"Yah!"
Suddenly spinning around, Natsuha found herself hoisted onto Yoshito's shoulder, the playful intimacy dispelling the remaining moisture from her earlier bath.
In a gentle sway, Natsuha settled back onto the small bed, now familiar in its embrace.
"Here~ Yoshito, h!"
...
Ding-ding~ ding-ding~
The familiar ringtone echoed from the bedside.
Gradually returning to reality, Natsuha blinked her sleepy, dazed eyes. The warmth of spring water mingled with the spark of desire that flared between her and the person she cherished began to crystallize into focus.
Wiping the remnants of tears from her eyes, her hand searched around, eventually finding her phone buried beneath the soft pillow where she had been resting.
[Mom]
Recognizing the name on the caller ID jolted Natsuha's thoughts back into clarity, tightening her soft body as she experienced that familiar feeling, akin to being ensnared by a constricting snake.
Turning her head toward Yoshito, she gestured silently, "Shh!"
Redirecting her gaze to the phone, she pressed the answer button.
"Hello, Natsuha~"
A mature, magnetic voice emerged from the other end of the line.
"Um… Mom~ is there something wrong?"
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