"Oh—is that so? Hehe..."
Mitarai Keiko's face flushed even more intensely. She was aware that her actions lacked persuasiveness. Yet, seeing the wicked grin on Ito Yoshito's face, she felt a sense of defiance and didn't want to concede.
"I get it now!" Mitarai Keiko stubbornly continued, "You're trying to manipulate me, aren't you? Using psychological tactics to unsettle my mind, confusing my logical thoughts, making me feel like I'm just some insatiable bimbo so that you can trap me into becoming your slave, right?!"
"Hehehe—no wonder you're such a pervert. You're truly wicked! I almost fell for your tricks!" The more Mitarai Keiko spoke, the more justified she felt, her tone growing firmer as her eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she were delighted to have seen through Ito Yoshito's devious scheme.
Ito Yoshito's brow twitched. Could it be that I really am manipulating her?
"You really are..." He shook his head, dismissing the strange thoughts that had popped into his mind, then lifted his gaze to the clock behind Mitarai Keiko.
Though summer hadn't yet arrived, signs were already starting to appear. The setting sun gradually sank below the horizon, and the evening breeze still carried a considerable warmth, making the elegant office feel even hotter.
Mitarai Keiko twisted her body, aware of Ito Yoshito's gaze on her, and her heart quivered. Her already flushed form seemed to accentuate her alluring curves even more.
'He's looking at me... He must be captivated by my charm... No, no, no! Mitarai Keiko, what are you doing? You can't be secretly pleased just because the pervert Ito is watching you! He's the wicked Demon King threatening you!'
Pressing her soft pink lips together, she noticed Ito Yoshito's unwavering gaze on her, with no action following; disappointment crossed her face and her lips parted slightly.
"Hmph~ This is a new game, isn't it? A visual play! You want to make me sensitive with your lustful stare so you can take the chance to do something dirty. Truly perverted!"
"What are you thinking? I'm just checking the time…" Ito Yoshito responded, rolling his eyes. Night was falling, and he was already planning to leave.
As for Mitarai Keiko, she had already exchanged contact information with him, and since Ito Yoshito had seen her true nature, he thought that if he didn't reach out to her, she would likely contact him instead. Therefore, Ito Yoshito wasn't in a hurry.
"Alright, it's getting late, President Mitarai. I'll be heading back now; we can catch up another time!"
Turning away, Ito Yoshito waved at Mitarai Keiko and made his way toward the door.
Watching Ito Yoshito leave without a care, Mitarai Keiko gritted her teeth, feeling a surge of unwillingness. 'How can he just leave like that? I was just getting excited... Ugh! I can't let this end so simply!'
"Who knows~ Maybe you're just justifying your twisted desires to cover them up."
Mitarai Keiko tilted her elegantly long swan-like neck, raising her brows in challenge. Her eyes glimmered with provocation as she fixed her cold gaze on him.
"Hm?" Raising an eyebrow, Ito Yoshito paused and turned back to look at Mitarai Keiko with indifference.
Noticing those eyes were back upon her, a subtle smile tugged at the corner of Mitarai Keiko's mouth before she quickly suppressed it with a cold snort.
"Hmph~ What's the matter? Did I hit a nerve and make you angry? Are you about to reveal your true perverted nature?"
"Tap tap~"
Ito Yoshito slowly walked up to her, each step seeming to give rise to the chaotic rhythm of her racing heartbeat, creating a sense of peculiar pressure.
Feigning tension, Mitarai Keiko took a few steps back, staring at him warily: "What do you want?"
Ito Yoshito stepped closer, reaching out to gently lift her delicate chin, a smirk playing on his lips.
"What do I want? I'm just about to do what you're most anticipating∽"
Mitarai Keiko's eyes began to cloud over with misty anticipation, yet she continued to feign composure:
"E-expecting? What nonsense are you talking about!"
With her chin raised high in stubborn pride, she retorted, "I'm the student council president! I-I'm just forced into this situation!"
"I can't be bothered to argue with you." Ito Yoshito rolled his eyes, releasing her chin. Leaning over the table, he enveloped her in his space. His fingertips traced her warm cheek, brushing against her soft, tender lips. Mitarai Keiko felt herself softening all over… and, um... her mouth felt soft too.
Feeling Ito Yoshito's hot breath, her heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed deep crimson, making her too timid to meet his gaze.
"President, are you waiting for something?"
"Who—who is waiting?"
The corners of her eyes, as if caressed by a gentle breeze, hinted at blooming sweetness, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly. Mitarai Keiko's luscious red lips puckered unconsciously, ready for a kiss.
"Ehehe~"
Her body was quite honest, wasn't it?
With a mischievous smile, Ito Yoshito didn't lean in to kiss her as she had hoped. Instead…
His slender fingers danced—sometimes entwining, sometimes circling, sometimes pinching—like they were performing a luxurious waltz with the tender little snake. Each touch was a turn in the dance, and every caress had a rhythmic rise and fall that echoed with "squelch~ squelch~."
"Kiss~"
"President, it seems your lips are also soft~"
He held his hand in front of Mitarai Keiko, two fingers pinching a silken sticky thread.
"Ugh~"
The afterglow of dusk was reflected in the cherry blossom trees outside the window, the mottled shadows shimmering in Mitarai Keiko's sparkling, enchanting eyes.
Mitarai Keiko's expression grew a little hazy, her gaze evasive as she turned away, whispering, "You—pervert…"
"Still trying to act tough, huh? In that case, I'll have to teach the president a small lesson~"
Ito Yoshito grasped her delicate wrist, leading her to a chair, making her stand before him.
Without room for argument, he commanded, "Lift up your skirt."
Mitarai Keiko froze for a second, her face turning bright red. "Wh-what?"
"Lift up your skirt!" Ito Yoshito stared at her silently.
"Have you finally lost control of your desires?"
As she gazed into Ito Yoshito's unyielding eyes, Mitarai Keiko felt a rush of embarrassment, yet she still obeyed his command, her hands slowly moving down to her skirt's hem, inching it upward.
Today, Mitarai Keiko wore over-the-knee, semi-transparent black stockings. As the hem rose, a glimpse of blue appeared, displaying a captivating view in a forbidden realm.
Her smooth, straight legs appeared even whiter and more graceful in the black stockings. The edge of the stockings left a gentle mark between her voluptuous thighs.
"See? You're a big pervert!" Mitarai Keiko's face glowed with a flush of excitement, biting her lip defensively.
"Tsk tsk~ President, it seems like you've turned deep blue~"
"Y-you..."
"Hehe~"
With a light chuckle, Ito Yoshito spoke again, "So—President, take them off!"
"Y-you..." Mitarai Keiko gasped, embarrassed and furious, but her body quivered lightly.
"You just called me a big pervert, didn't you? Since I'm a big pervert, naturally, I'll do things that perverts would do~"
Having said that, Ito Yoshito moved to help her grip the skirt hem.
"Do it yourself~"
"Ugh~ Stop teasing me!" Mitarai Keiko leaned forward helplessly, resting feebly against Ito Yoshito. 'I'm at the mercy of Evil Demon King Ito… I have no choice but to comply with his wicked demands, or else I won't be able to go home today…'
Her hands softly crept down, followed by a series of rustling sounds. After a moment, Ito Yoshito held a piece of blue fabric in his hand, tucking it into his pocket as he waved again at Mitarai Keiko.
"Hehe~ President, you should head home like this today~ I'll be going now."
"Ugh~"
The evening breeze brushed against Ito Yoshito, causing his hair to flutter while his clothes rippled. As he strolled down the cherry blossom path at school, he glanced back at a window on the upper floor, where the sunset's glow illuminated a girl standing quietly with a pensive expression.
...
In the deepening night, beneath the bright streetlights, Ito Yoshito loosened the collar of his damp shirt clinging to his neck.
"I need to hurry home and take a shower; feeling all sticky is unbearable…"
After school, instead of returning to his small apartment, he had been invited by Asou Miyuki to her house for dinner.
And after dinner… of course, they would engage in some pleasant activities beneficial for their well-being.
The gentle evening breeze carried a chill as it lifted the beads of sweat from his clothes, prompting Ito Yoshito to quicken his steps.
Arriving at the small apartment building, he spotted a familiar figure leaning against the balcony railing on the upper floor, as if drawing the surrounding light toward herself. Ito Yoshito's eyes were drawn to her as well.
With her snow-white arms resting gently on the railing, Takahara Kasumi supported her chin with her right hand, gazing up at the luminous crescent moon hanging high in the night sky.
Tonight, she wore a pure white lace-patterned nightgown, her black hair cascading silkily over her shoulders. As she half-closed her eyes, a hint of helplessness mingled with deep sorrow flickered within her beautiful gaze.
The moonlight and the evening breeze played a serene symphony on the distant trees. However, this beautiful night scene did little to lighten the heaviness in Takahara Kasumi's heart.
'It's starting again... Should I go find Yoshito-kun...? Even though he said I could talk to him about anything troubling me, I wonder if he would get tired of hearing from someone like me… Ah~'
Takahara Kasumi stared blankly into the distance until her peripheral vision caught sight of a sturdy figure approaching below.
Focusing her gaze, she recognized Ito Yoshito, the very person she had been yearning for. In an instant, her worries banished as if swept away by the evening breeze, drifting toward the distant city.
Mitarai Keiko's thin pink lips curved upward, her eyes sparkling mischievously, radiating a soft brilliance as she called to him.
Reaching out with her slender, elegant hand, she waved at Ito Yoshito.
The delicate silk of her dress clung to her supple figure, accentuating her graceful, enticing curves. The neckline of her slip dress hung open, revealing her smooth, white shoulders, exuding charming allure.
The exaggerated assets at her chest were restrained by the sheer white lace nightgown. Yet, every wave of her hand sent that soft fabric swaying alluringly.
Her waist was long and captivating. The strap of her dress clung tightly, giving her the grace of a serpentine goddess. As the hem swayed gently over her thighs, it accentuated her long legs, glistening under the moonlight with a warm, lustrous sheen.
Ito Yoshito halted, captivated by the beckoning gesture of that dainty, beautiful hand. He paused for a moment, then a warm smile spread across his face as he waved back at Takahara Kasumi.
He took long strides toward his apartment. At that moment, Takahara Kasumi descended from the second floor.
"Yoshito-kun, good evening!"
"Good evening, Kasumi-nee…" Ito Yoshito's gaze locked onto the mature yet shyly charming woman in front of him, his smile beaming as he remarked, "Kasumi-nee, why are you still outside so late? Shouldn't you be resting?"
"...I can't sleep."
Looking at Takahara Kasumi's wistful expression, Ito Yoshito quickly understood. It was that time again when her 'good family' began stirring problems. He realized he had just asked a rather foolish question. Ito Yoshito quickly changed the subject:
"Kasumi-nee… your white nightgown looks lovely today – it matches you perfectly."
"Thank you…"
Her heart felt as sweet as honey, and Takahara Kasumi's lips curved upward with joy. Being admired by Ito Yoshito made her feel a little bashful, but more so, it made her content to know she could still attract his gaze.
"Slap~" Frustrated by himself, Ito Yoshito smacked his forehead, exclaiming, "Oh no! It's my fault! I forgot to open the door for you, Kasumi-nee."
"Creak"
As the door behind him opened, Ito Yoshito placed his right hand over his chest, bowing slightly with a lively smile: "Please come in, Miss Kasumi."
"Puhaha~" Covering her mouth, Takahara Kasumi's plush figure seemed to almost tug at the delicate straps of her nightgown, as if they might snap at any moment.
The weight of her form made Ito Yoshito gaze somewhat entranced.
Gently tapping her chest to calm herself, Takahara Kasumi suppressed her laughter, saying, "N-no, that's alright… It's so late already…"
"Come on~ Come on~" Silently, Ito Yoshito moved behind her, not giving her the chance to fidget anymore, he gently grasped her smooth, delicate shoulders and nudged her into the small apartment.
The beautiful neighbor's wife, who was not good at rejecting, thus…
Timidly stepped into the single room of the neighboring boy.
Switching on the wall light, the cramped, dark apartment was instantly illuminated.
Under the warm light, her chestnut hair fell softly, and her perfect profile shone in the gentle smile she cast over her shoulder.
Handing Takahara Kasumi a glass of water, Ito Yoshito pointed to the bathroom, saying, "Kasumi-nee, please sit for a while; I'll go clean myself up first."
"Mm…"
After Ito Yoshito disappeared into the bathroom, Takahara Kasumi began to glance around. Her gaze fell upon the tatami mats that had been stacked neatly in the morning and were still in their original position.
'Yoshito-kun, did he just get home? It's so late; I wonder what he was busy with before this?'
After setting the cup down, Takahara Kasumi stood up and walked over to the tatami mats, arranging them neatly on the empty floor.
With familiarity, she skillfully spread the mats, a chore she often did at home and had become quite adept at.
"Whoosh—All done." With a flick of hair from her face, Takahara Kasumi looked at the neatly arranged tatami and couldn't help but think: 'Just like home, making the bed so the whole family can sleep together… family, little moon, husband… "husband."'
Uncertain of what thoughts she was lost in, her mood first radiated a lingering melancholy; yet in an instant, a faint blush crept across her delicate cheeks as she covered her attractive face with her hands.
Ito Yoshito emerged from the bathroom after taking a quick cool shower, changing into a clean white t-shirt and loose shorts, and was taken aback to see the already arranged tatami.
"Kasumi-nee…"
"Yoshito-kun~"
Perhaps influenced by errant thoughts, Takahara Kasumi's rationality seemed to fade momentarily as she knelt on the tatami, pulling back the covers upon seeing Ito Yoshito emerge from the bathroom.
Her enchanting eyes sparkled like two pools of spring water, filled with an indescribable, hazy allure, almost sticky enough to draw one in.
"Yoshito-kun~ it's time to rest~"
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