After the crimson afternoon break, it was once again time for the dull, monotonous classes. Dull events always stretch on, and by the time school was over, the enthusiasm ignited at noon by Ito Yoshito had already fizzled out.
He casually stuffed the now damp cleaning cloth into a bag and headed toward the principal's office.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Come in!"
Pushing the door open, he found the elegant and mature woman still dressed in an OL uniform, but this time in a grayish-white one. Her graceful figure stood by the window, back facing Yoshito, with her rounded, voluptuous rear pulling the short skirt snugly.
"Are you here to clean?" Principal Daimon Naoko said, caressing the plants in front of her while gazing at the distant playground, before noticing Yoshito's gaze and speaking in a calm tone.
"Yes, Principal."
"Mm! It's in the storage room next to the tool office."
"Understood!"
Yoshito nodded and turned to leave, but the wooden door suddenly swung open first.
"Mom!"
A boy with purple hair, dressed in the Ousei Academy uniform—a decent-looking lad who bore a resemblance to Principal Daimon Naoko—burst into the office.
"You're supposed to call her 'Principal' at school!"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Principal Daimon Naoko turned, her expression cold and displeased as she looked at the boy before her.
As the person who proposed the 'scholarship' system, Principal Daimon Naoko proudly believed that education was everything, often giving more attention and leniency to students who excelled academically. While she wouldn't overly focus on those who struggled but tried hard, she wouldn't ridicule them either. However, for students who lacked any initiative, she looked down on them like insects, believing that conversing with them was merely a waste of her time.
The person standing before her was her son, but... he embodied the very type of student she despised the most!
She had repeatedly tried to correct Takeuchi in hopes of instilling a sense of responsibility in him, only to be disappointed time and time again... her son remained an idler who knew nothing but a life of indulgence.
Principal Daimon Naoko had long since given up on any expectations for him...
"Mom..." Takeuchi said with a grin but quickly shifted his tone upon facing his mother's icy gaze, saying instead, "Principal—"
With a glimmer of something unsaid in his eyes, Takeuchi let his smile fade into a dissatisfied drawl.
"My allowance is gone..."
Furrowing her brow, Principal Daimon Naoko crossed her arms, a puzzled expression on her face.
"Didn't I just give you some not long ago?"
"..."
Principal Daimon Naoko's forehead furrowed deeper, contemplating for a moment. She took a deep breath, noticing her chest rising and falling with frustration, and glanced indifferently at Ito Yoshito.
Understanding, Ito Yoshito bowed slightly and exited, closing the door firmly behind him.
As the door shut, a voice filled with anger echoed throughout the office.
"Useless!"
"Always trailing behind your father, inheriting his reckless ways—how come you didn't inherit even half of his abilities!"
"Living in excess! All you think about is indulging. How did I end up with you... never mind..."
"..."
Each angry shout from Principal Daimon Naoko could be faintly heard by Ito Yoshito next door.
"It seems like Principal Daimon Naoko has a troubled relationship with her son..."
Shaking his head, Ito Yoshito refrained from dwelling on it, taking his tools to quietly wait by the office door.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Come in!"
Mitarai Keiko was reviewing documents, looking quite busy. With last week's final exams and upcoming events to manage, she was feeling overwhelmed and barely had time to breathe.
When she sensed someone approaching, Mitarai Keiko continued to scribble, not lifting her head, and gently inquired, "Student, is there something you need?"
Her voice was clear and pleasant, calm and unaffected.
"The principal asked me to bring these documents over."
Ito Yoshito smiled as he looked at the earnest and responsible student council president, thinking, 'If only she suddenly looked up and realized I was the one who discovered her secret, what kind of adorable reaction would that evoke?'
"Ah, so the principal sent you... Please, find a place to sit for a moment. I'll be done here soon. Sorry..." Mitarai Keiko replied softly.
"It's alright, President, you take your time."
After finding a spot to sit, Ito Yoshito surveyed the office's layout. He hadn't really paid attention in his previous visits. After a moment, feeling a bit bored, he returned his gaze to Mitarai Keiko.
Today, she was still dressed in her tidy uniform, her figure graceful and alluring, the fabric clinging perfectly to her curves. Her silky black hair fell naturally over her shoulders, while bangs pinned back with a blue hairpin revealed her stunningly beautiful face.
Perhaps noticing the intensity of Yoshito's gaze, Mitarai Keiko hurried her work, soon finishing up.
"Sorry for the wait..." She neatly stacked the papers, smiling as she looked up, then froze, "It's you!"
"Indeed, Mitarai-senpai!" Ito Yoshito waved brightly at her. "It's great to see you again."
"You... How are you here?" Mitarai Keiko's cheeks flushed pink as memories of their previous encounter flooded back to her mind—the moment that had lingered in her thoughts.
Last time, she had mustered the courage to call him into the office, only for someone else to interrupt. Although there had been lingering fantasies after that, the busyness of her student council duties had allowed her to gradually forget about Yoshito.
Now, alone again in a room with him, her heart raced as if it had been struck by a wild deer, beating uncontrollably. The suppressed romantic fantasies coiled within her heart like a lurking snake, and she found it hard to escape.
"I'm here to bring documents from the principal," Ito Yoshito said with an even wider smile.
"Is—is that so?" Mitarai Keiko averted her gaze, unable to meet his; she felt like his gaze bore into her, making her blush further. "Then just put them down over there..."
"It's better if I hand them to you directly."
With a peculiar light gleaming in his eyes, Yoshito observed Mitarai Keiko's slightly awkward demeanor as he picked up the folder nearby and slowly approached her.
Her body involuntarily trembled as she tightened her embrace, attempting to hide her nervousness. 'He's getting closer...'
'As expected~ she's still quite concerned about that incident! I wonder how this steely student council president views me...'
Ito Yoshito crossed the table to Mitarai Keiko's side and whispered softly, "Here you go, President."
His warm breath brushed against her ear, like a feather tickling her, stirring something deep within her. 'So close!'
"Ito-kun, you're a bit too close..."
The ring on his finger glinted as Ito Yoshito squinted slightly, 'Doesn't she dislike me knowing her secret? What if I...'
Glimpsing at Mitarai Keiko's flushed face as she absently flipped through the folder, he felt a twinge of mischief rising within him.
Leaning in closer, Ito Yoshito whispered into Mitarai Keiko's ear, his breath grazing her sensitive skin, causing her to shudder, "Mitarai-senpai... have you eaten bananas?"
'Thump—thump—thump—' Her heart raced like it might burst from her chest, and Mitarai Keiko clutched the edge of the folder tightly.
'As expected, the wicked demon king is finally making his move! How cruel, this ordinary girl can only endure his whims and manipulations... I can't just yield to him like this!'
Ito Yoshito smirked slightly, taken aback: 'Senpai appears so aloof in front of students, but inside she's more passionate than anyone else.'
He never would have thought that Mitarai Keiko's inner thoughts were so vivid, like a captivating novel hiding countless fantasies and dramatic plots.
"Gulp~" Letting out bizarre, sweet murmurs, Mitarai Keiko nibbled on her cherry lips, her face a deep crimson as she met Ito Yoshito's playful gaze.
"Hmph! Can't you control your filthy desires? Are you really going to make a move on me? How despicable. In the name of the student council president, I will not yield to you!"
"Uh..." Ito Yoshito was momentarily taken aback. What did she mean by that?
Feeling her soft body pressing closer, he found the situation a bit odd... had the tables turned?
Ito Yoshito sank into thought; the aloof student council president of Ousei Academy surely should, could, definitely have such traits!
Watching the dazed Yoshito, Mitarai Keiko gritted her teeth: "Damn it, a play of restraint—this guy really is filled with perverse ideas!"
Returning to her senses, feeling the restless, delicate body in his embrace, Ito Yoshito smiled faintly as he rested his chin on Mitarai Keiko's smooth shoulder, extending his tongue to lick her tender, white earlobe.
"Eep~"
The sensitive touch made Mitarai Keiko shiver; she instinctively leaned into his broad chest, greedily inhaling his pleasant scent. "Mmm~ don't... please don't do this..."
"Senpai, wasn't this your invitation?" Ito Yoshito feigned surprise as he pulled Mitarai Keiko away from him.
"W-What nonsense! You're clearly threatening me!" Mitarai Keiko stammered, feeling reluctant to lose the warmth of his embrace as she met his teasing eyes.
Bracing herself against the table, Mitarai Keiko fought to steady her trembling legs, pursing her pretty lips as she attempted to retort.
"I'm simply delivering the documents," Ito Yoshito stated with a cheeky smile, his playful demeanor making it hard for her to regain her composure.
"Just...just stop messing around!" Mitarai Keiko protested, attempting to gather her scattered thoughts.
"It's just a little fun, isn't it, President?" Yoshito replied, leaning slightly closer, still teasing.
She tried to pretend to be calm, but her heart raced uncontrollably. She had never felt like this before, caught between being the composed student council president and the fluttering feelings ignited by Yoshito's closeness.
After a moment of silence, she straightened her back, trying to regain her authority. "You shouldn't be joking in a serious environment like this, Ito-kun. You need to know your boundaries!"
Ito Yoshito raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. "I understand, but one can't help but have a little fun, especially when in such interesting company."
"Ugh!" Mitarai Keiko blushed deeper, feeling both flustered and flattered. She quickly turned away to hide her face.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure to pass the documents along to you properly next time."
At that, Yoshito stepped back, giving her some space, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Next time..." she murmured, feeling a mix of annoyance and anticipation.
"See you around, President!" With that, Yoshito waved goodbye and made his way out, leaving a flustered Mitarai Keiko behind to ponder her swirling emotions.
As the door clicked shut, she leaned against the table, heart still racing. "What just happened?" she whispered to herself, a smile creeping onto her face despite her embarrassment.
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