Their noses brushed together, hot breaths mingling and brushing across their faces. Ito Yoshito, with narrowed, shadowy eyes, gazed at the bright yet bashful cheeks of the girl before him.
One of his hands naturally rested on Mitakai Keiko's rounded thigh, feeling the silky texture of her stockings against the softness of her skin.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly taken aback, Ito Yoshito felt the ice-cold touch of his palm, prompting an even wider smile in his dark eyes.
The summer breeze, carrying a touch of coolness, gently tousled the hair of the young couple, stirring Mitakai Keiko's hair against her cheek and slowly pulling her back to reality from her moment of bliss.
Is this what kissing feels like...?
The warmth of their lips, the heat radiating from her cheeks, the rapid thumping of her heart, and the release of all the pressure that had accumulated over the past few days—it all felt so refreshing and comforting...
Her lashes fluttered lightly as Mitakai Keiko slowly opened her dreamy eyes, only to be startled by the deep, shadowy gaze that was only inches from her own.
Wha-what? The Demon King! How did I get caught up in Ito Yoshito's sweet nothings!?
"Phew~"
"Ha~"
"Ha~"
"Ha~"
After a long moment, their lips parted, and Mitakai Keiko panted softly, her small face turning crimson as if it would bleed, her cherry-red lips parting slightly, exhaling like orchids.
"How was kissing, President?" His deep, magnetic voice resonated in her ears, brimming with allure.
"It was... it was terrible! Nothing special at all!"
"Is that so?"
Ito Yoshito smirked, playfully poking the tip of her nose with his finger, mischief glimmering in his eyes.
He raised his palm in front of Mitakai Keiko.
"Look, this is all thanks to your stockings~"
"...Gah~ I've been easily toyed with by the Demon King again."
"Ehehe~"
"The perverted president really is double-faced—so clearly enjoying it."
"...Hmph~"
"Alright, lunch break is about to end, and I should be going." Smiling softly, Ito Yoshito ceased his teasing of Mitakai Keiko and pulled out a neatly folded blue pair of underwear from his pocket.
"Here, this is the pair I took from you the other day. I've washed it, so you can change into it."
"Truly a pervert—carrying a girl's underwear in your pocket!"
Mitakai Keiko's face burned with an unnatural blush as she took the garment from his hands.
"Okay, I'll be off then."
Waving goodbye, Ito Yoshito was about to depart when something suddenly crossed his mind. He took a step back, turned his head with a wicked grin, and fixed his gaze on Mitakai Keiko.
"Wait a minute... I just remembered there's one more thing I need you to do?"
"Gah~"
"What's wrong?"
Mitakai Keiko leaned against the wall, fidgeting slightly, her face adorned with a stubborn expression that screamed forced compliance while blush crept upon her cheeks. She quietly studied the blue underwear in her hands, nibbling on her red lip, lost in thought.
Upon hearing his voice, she snapped back to reality and looked up to see Ito Yoshito's mischievous smile only inches away, making her heart flutter with excitement.
Leaning in slightly, Ito Yoshito whispered into her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
"Don't forget to take a photo during class and send it to me. I want to know when you change into it~"
Mitakai Keiko's face instantly turned scarlet, biting her lip tightly and trembling slightly, seemingly ready to face the end.
"You pervert!"
"You lecher!"
"Crazy pervert!"
"In broad daylight, that's just too... huff~"
...
"On August 15, 1945, Japan declared unconditional surrender..."
The sunlight slanted westward, casting dappled shadows through the trees, flickering across the desks in the classroom.
In the quiet classroom, a teacher leisurely droned on, while the scratching sounds of pens on paper filled the air. Yet, most students, lulled by the monotonous melody of this elderly history teacher's voice, lowered their eyelids in drowsiness.
Mitakai Keiko discreetly scanned the surroundings, noticing that most of the students were dozing off under the teacher's hypnotic spell, with very few paying attention to her.
She bit her lip; her fair cheeks appeared even rosier from embarrassment.
Carefully, she retrieved her phone from a drawer under the desk.
Huff—
Taking a deep breath, Mitakai Keiko swiftly and quietly peeked her phone downward.
No one's looking at me now! This is the perfect opportunity!
Leaning forward lightly onto the desk, she relied on her experience to press the phone's camera button accurately.
She initially thought she could complete the Demon King's task in silence, but she forgot to silence the shutter sound.
"Click!"
The crisp noise echoed clearly in the quiet classroom.
"..."
"Click!"
"Click!"
Mitakai Keiko's small hands trembled as she involuntarily kept tapping the photo button.
"..."
"Mitakai, is there something the matter?"
Noticing the noise coming from the student council president, the history teacher, who despised any disturbances in his class, gently inquired.
"...It's nothing."
Mitakai Keiko sat upright again, her expression cool as she fixed her gaze on the blackboard, her hands resting on her thighs, her posture perfectly straight. Her shiny black hair draped elegantly over her shoulders, and her exquisitely petite features radiated understated beauty, capturing the curious glances of those around her.
However, despite her serious demeanor, her face was still flushed, resembling a cherry ready to burst, her fair skin glowing.
As the esteemed student council president, nobody suspected she might be up to something mischievous; they merely assumed some noise was made accidentally for some reason.
After a curious glance, the other students resumed their focus on their work.
"Alright, everyone, let's continue..."
Huff huff huff!
Mitakai Keiko slumped back onto her desk, as if a tiny person was rolling around inside her thoughts.
How exhilarating this is! It's all Ito Yoshito's fault, making me change my underwear in public... Oh right, I should filter through the photos first; I can't let him see the ones at the end. Ugh, no more thinking about it today! Keiko, stay strong! You can't fall any lower!
...
Ito Yoshito lifted his gaze towards the elderly man before him, rambling on in a dull tone, feeling utterly bored as he idly played with the pen between his fingers.
Ding ding—
His silenced phone continued to vibrate, and upon unlocking it to check Line, he found a slew of messages from Mitakai Keiko.
Ito Yoshito subtly shifted his gaze to see what everyone else was doing—it was good to note that most were just as immersed in their phones as he was.
Opening the messages, the first photo that appeared showed a pair of voluptuous legs, illuminated just enough for the delicate skin to shimmer. (The black stockings had already been changed (ɔ°‿°))
The angle captured everything from her knee to her flat stomach, which was barely concealed by a white shirt.
Ito Yoshito squinted his deep, shadowy eyes as he pressed his fingers on the phone screen to enlarge the image, gazing at the alluring view just visible beneath her skirt.
"Hmm?"
He blinked in confusion, zooming in again to examine the photos one by one.
A hint of blue quietly hid beneath the dim desk; however...
Truly the perverted president!
A subtle warmth swirled in his chest, much like spring sunlight penetrating small gaps, silently and unobtrusively seeping into every drop of his blood.
Licking his slightly dry lips, Ito Yoshito grabbed his phone, his fingers flying across the screen to type a message.
...
"...Quickly delete the extras." As Mitakai Keiko grabbed her phone, ready to take action, she opened Line and froze. Oh no! How did I send all of them?!
(Unread) → (Read)
I'm done for—got caught in the Demon King's scheme again—ugh…
Ito Yoshito: [The perverted president is truly a pervert—changing back to deep blue again. This time, I won't be providing you with a new one.] (Read)
Huff huff~
That damn hentai Demon King, looking like a victor. Mitakai Keiko rested her head on her arm, lowered her gaze as she stared at her fair, ample legs beneath her black skirt, her alluring eyes shimmering, tears welling at the corners.
In her mind, she involuntarily pictured Ito Yoshito with an arrogant posture, his alluring eyes filled with disdain, looking at her as one would at a mere lowly insect.
"The perverted president is so weak~ I haven't even gone all out, and you're finished already. Small fry—small fry~"
"Hmm...!"
Mitakai Keiko drew her arm to cover her stomach, gently thumping her head against the desk, creating another noise that caught everyone's attention once more.
Bang!
"Mitakai, you dropped your cup."
"Look, is Mitakai feeling okay? Her face is so red; does she have a fever?"
"Mitakai, would you like to go to the infirmary? If you aren't feeling well, you should rest properly."
"Umm..."
"This girl, take Mitakai to the infirmary; and you, help Mitakai wipe down her chair since her cup spilled water everywhere."
...
In the evening, the bright blue sky deepened into dusk, the sun's afterglow gradually painting the horizon in magnificent colors. The entire city basked in golden sunlight, presenting a warm and clear ambiance.
Students meandered towards the school gates, chatting and laughing in twos and threes.
"Shirakawa Miwa-nee!"
After cleaning the chairman's office and putting the tools away, Ito Yoshito stepped out and spotted Shirakawa Miwa at the corner of the stairs, his eyes lighting up as he approached her.
"Hmm?"
Shirakawa Miwa looked up and immediately noticed Ito Yoshito not far in front of her, her cheeks flushing at his presence. For some reason these days, the more she resisted, the more frequent she dreamed about him at night, and now just seeing him made her heart race, her body feeling a little heated.
Ito Yoshito jogged over to Shirakawa Miwa, glancing around to confirm no one else was around while a radiant smile crept onto his face.
"Miwa-nee~"
The sunset's afterglow bathed Ito Yoshito's face in molten gold, softening the contours and creating a dreamy haze, making him look even more handsome.
Faced with Ito Yoshito's nearly palpable gaze filled with warmth, Shirakawa Miwa felt a bit flustered and awkwardly turned her head, her pristine high heels fidgeting on the floor.
"Ito-kun, at school, you should call me Miwa-sensei..."
The white shirt accentuated her graceful form, and beneath her light professional skirt, her long legs appeared like exquisite pillars wrapped in delicate gray stockings, perfectly accentuating their shape.
The warm afterglow gently caressed her slightly tilted face, enhancing her striking beauty as if she were an exquisite flower blooming under the evening sun.
Feeling the allure, Ito Yoshito leaned close and tenderly took Shirakawa Miwa's soft hand in his, smiling as he said, "Alright, Miwa-nee~ No problem, Miwa-nee~"
"Geez—really, Ito-kun."
Shirakawa Miwa pouted, unable to resist the urge to act cute toward Ito Yoshito.
"Hehe, let's head back together, Miwa-nee."
She tried to withdraw her hand but realized it was firmly grasped by Ito Yoshito, warmth radiating from his palm. Shirakawa Miwa pressed her lips together, a gentle response escaping, "Mm..."
As the sun descended toward the horizon, the sky turned a deeper shade, casting the city beneath a mysterious veil, while neon lights began to flicker, adding a vibrant touch to the urban backdrop.
Sitting in the passenger seat of Shirakawa Miwa's car, Ito Yoshito gazed out at the bustling streets filled with rushing pedestrians, feeling a twinge of anxiety about becoming like them—a weary soul weighed down by endless work in the future.
"Ito-kun~"
"Mm? What is it, Miwa-nee?"
Ito Yoshito turned to face Shirakawa Miwa in the driver's seat.
"Ito-kun, can you do me a favor?"
Brushing a few hairs from her ear, Shirakawa Miwa spoke softly, "This weekend, an old acquaintance from a matchmaking event invited me out again, and despite my clear refusal over the phone, he keeps pestering me. He even found out my address from my parents."
"So, can you accompany me this weekend? ...A-as my boyfriend..."
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