"Beep beep—"
For the past few days, Ito Yoshito had been accompanying Takahara Kasumi with matters regarding their divorce and Takahara Hazuki.
He had taken a few days off from school, and aside from replying to a few messages from girls close to him to explain his situation, he had hardly looked at his phone.
"Who could it be? Sending so many messages so early in the morning."
Feeling lazy, Ito Yoshito sat up and unlocked his phone.
What met his eyes was a flood of unread messages in the chat window on Line, which he had labeled "Pervert President."
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Mitarai Keiko (Pervert President): [Hey, you! Is that my underwear you've been using for some lewd activities while you're on leave?!] (Read)
Mitarai Keiko (Pervert President): [Did I guess right? Afraid to respond, huh?!] (Read)
Mitarai Keiko (Pervert President): [Of course, someone as empty-headed as you wouldn't miss out on a beauty like me. You must be using my secrets to blackmail me into doing some "h" things and then sending them to you, you pervert.] (Read)
[Maybe even threatening me to call you "master" and expose myself in public or something!]
[If you think I'll give in easily, just bring it on!] (Read)
...
A long string of messages, all filled with the hentai fantasies of that perverted president, left Ito Yoshito with a headache.
Ito Yoshito: [Shut up!] (Read)
Mitarai Keiko (Pervert President): [Hmph~ Are you angry now? Trying to threaten me? Bring it on!] (Read)
Ito Yoshito: [I'm going to school today. Meet me on the rooftop during lunchtime.] (Read)
Mitarai Keiko (Pervert President): [Oh~ You've picked quite the spot! A lonely rooftop, just me—the vulnerable woman with her secrets exposed, at the mercy of a big pervert like you. I'd want to fight back but…] (Read)
Ito Yoshito: [Stop your fantasies, you masochistic pervert!] (Read)
Mitarai Keiko (Pervert President): [Oh, insults and training! You're quite good at this.] (Read)
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With an exasperated sigh, Ito Yoshito threw his phone onto his pillow, unwilling to engage further with the increasingly enthusiastic pervert president. The drowsiness of waking up was swiftly replaced by the bizarre antics of the president.
Ito Yoshito found himself regretting ever provoking her.
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Seishin Academy wasn't only lush with greenery; beneath the scorching May sun, the verdant sycamores swayed, their leaves intertwining to filter the sweltering breeze into a gentle coolness that brushed past the students sitting under the trees, providing a refreshing reprieve.
The midday sun was at its peak, blazing across every corner of the school.
Beyond the rooftop railing lay an endless expanse of cerulean sea, glistening beneath the sunlight.
A soft breeze caressed his face, making the sweltering heat feel even more intense as it tousled Ito Yoshito's messy hair, beads of sweat trickled down from his forehead, flowing down to his chiseled collarbone.
Leaning against the shaded part of the rooftop, Ito Yoshito pulled at his uniform collar in search of a larger opening to help release the heat trapped in his body.
"Sigh~ I wonder if I was just out of my mind this morning thinking I'd arrange to meet up here..."
He knocked around a bit, scanning the seemingly empty rooftop aside from a few languid weeds swaying at the edges under the heat.
"No one here. I might as well take off my shirt."
Facing the relentless heat, Ito Yoshito decided to loosen his clothing for some relief. He rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his well-toned muscles, and unbuttoned the top buttons, exposing his fair, firm skin. A refreshing breeze immediately enveloped him, and he couldn't help but shiver a little.
"Click!"
The crisp sound of a camera shutter broke the silence, echoing loudly in the emptiness of the rooftop.
"Hmm~ Now let's see how you deny being a pervert!"
With the camera click, a cool, melodious voice filled the air, tinged with a hint of excitement.
Ito Yoshito turned around to find Mitarai Keiko, the cold and composed student council president of Seishin Academy.
"You perverted president, taking stealthy pictures of others now? Careful, or I might report you!"
Today, Mitarai Keiko was still wearing her Seishin Academy uniform—a snug, cropped white shirt that accentuated her alluring silhouette. However, it seemed like she was in a hurry; the button at her collar was left undone, exposing her tempting collarbone and a hint of smooth skin beneath.
Beneath her JK skirt, pure black, shiny tights clung to her fair legs, illustrating a graceful and elongated line.
Her lustrous black hair shimmered in the dazzling sunlight, creating an almost golden halo around her figure.
Her elegantly arched brows were raised slightly, her expression radiating a hint of excitement. With light makeup on her delicate features, she looked even more stunning and enchanting.
Mitarai Keiko held her head high, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, her gaze sparkled with anticipation, as if she had discovered that Ito Yoshito shared her hidden desires.
"Hmm~ Stripping off in front of your student council president, and I haven't even punished you yet~"
Mitarai Keiko waved her phone teasingly, a sultry smile dancing on her lips.
"Oh? So how do you plan to punish me, pervert president?"
Squinting slightly, Ito Yoshito took a few steps toward her with a mischievous grin.
"Is that so? Are you flustered? Planning to snatch the evidence from my hands?"
Mitarai Keiko bit her lip, gradually retreating as Ito Yoshito continued to approach, until she was pressed against the wall with nowhere to escape.
With her arms crossed over her shoulders, she lowered her head slightly, angling her body in a way that suggested unease, like a delicate little sheep caught and cornered by a big bad wolf.
But the heat in her gaze, sweeping over Ito Yoshito's form, betrayed her true nature—she was the one wearing the wolf's skin!
Under the play of light and shadow, the lines of his muscles resembled rugged mountain outlines; as he shifted and turned, they formed dynamic curves, sculpting the perfect chest and eight-pack abs.
As Ito Yoshito closed in, the tautness of his muscles seemed brimming with power, causing Mitarai Keiko's heart to race uncontrollably.
'Ito, you absolute beast... so, so handsome...'
With one hand propped against the wall, Ito Yoshito leaned closer, his face drawing near to Mitarai Keiko, who was waiting, lips pursed, for the menacing predator to pounce.
He reached out, gently cupping her chin with his fingers, caressing her cheek and marveling at the softness of her skin.
Ito Yoshito chuckled softly, "Pervert president, didn't you say you wanted to punish me? Or maybe…"
"...You're secretly hoping I'll punish you instead~"
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