In Class A of the second year, Makoto Itou sat alone at his desk, lost in thought. Ever since he had been criticized, his classmates and former friends had isolated him. To avoid worrying his mother, Itou Moeko, he pretended that he was still participating in club activities and doing well in school.
He gazed out the window with vacant eyes. The playground was bathed in a golden light. Young and enthusiastic boys and girls were sweating and exuding youthful energy. The track and field athletes were running with determination. The players on the basketball court were fiercely competing for the ball. Some were skipping rope in a corner of the playground, their light figures leaping into the air. None of these scenes of youth and vitality belonged to him. Regret, anger, incompetence, and cowardice gnawed at his fragile heart.
"Itou-san, I have convinced Asakura-kun. He will not trouble you again. You can rest assured."
Sekai Saionji greeted Makoto Itou with a polite smile. He couldn't quite describe his feelings at that moment. It was as if someone lost in darkness for a long time had finally seen light. The girl before him was enveloped in a holy aura, saving him like an angel, disregarding the ugliness of his dirt and mire.
"Really?! Saionji-san, thank you so much."
Tears streamed down his face, and his whole body trembled slightly, as if a long-suppressed fear had finally been dispelled. He looked pitiful and pathetic.
"You're welcome. We are classmates, and you helped Setsuna before. This time, I'm just repaying your favor, Makoto Itou-san."
Although such words seemed to create a distance between them, he, who had endured so many cold stares, still found himself drawn to this girl who was willing to approach him in his despair, as if she were the last straw he could grasp.
I don't know when it started, but there's an expiration date on everything. Saury will expire, canned meat will expire, even plastic wrap will expire. I began to wonder, is there anything in this world that will never expire?
Just as Sekai Saionji chose to talk to Makoto Itou to fulfill her promise to Asakura, friendship will expire, and goodwill will also expire. We only see new people laughing but never hear old people crying.
So, Makoto Itou, wake up, she has transformed into the image of Asakura.
...
At the Asakura family home, after a good night's rest, the young man was washing in front of the mirror and activated his abilities for the day.
[Fresh: Say goodbye to smell troubles and awaken freshness and nature. The scent of the ability user will make it easier for others to accept your proposal. This ability has special effects and must meet specific conditions to trigger.]
Finally, his normal and ordinary abilities favored him, and he thanked the heavens for giving him the opportunity to spend a peaceful and beautiful day.
In the second-year B class classroom, Akane Nanao, who had returned to her usual self, approached Asakura and gave him a bright smile.
"Good morning, Asakura-kun."
"Good morning, Akane."
Asakura took out the class notes he had copied the previous night from his schoolbag and handed them to her. Then, he handed Yukinoshita Yukino's notebook to her and expressed his gratitude.
"Yukinoshita-san, your notes were a great help. Thank you very much."
"Um."
Yukinoshita glanced indifferently at Akane Nanao, who was close to the boy, and looked at her opponent calmly. The other girl also looked at the cold girl in front of her with vigilance, and the two of them inadvertently engaged in a silent confrontation.
Asakura didn't notice anything amiss in the atmosphere. After expressing his gratitude, he took Akane Nanao to Kotonoha Katsura, who was approaching them. The three of them sat on a chair in the corner, chatting in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, each sharing interesting stories from yesterday's life and club activities.
"Akane, are you okay?"
Kotonoha Katsura's question made the expressions of the other two people present change slightly. Akane Nanao's face turned lightly pink, and her slender hands gently stroked her abdomen, as if she was still savoring a thrilling sensation. Asakura looked away unnaturally, experiencing a strange feeling as if he had been caught cheating, but the simple Kotonoha Katsura didn't understand their peculiar expressions.
"Yeah, after a day's rest, it's completely fine."
"That's good. Is Asakura-kun in good health?"
"The same here."
The girl patted her chest in relief and turned to look at Asakura with obvious shock. He could only feast his eyes and say that he was perfectly fine. As their communication increased, the relationship between the three grew closer, and the girl was more able to relax and integrate into their circle. Their laughter and shared glances created a beautiful and warm picture of youth.
...
Noon, on the rooftop.
Akane Nanao sat astride him, her clothes partially undone. Her daily massage and relaxation program had been replaced by 'riding practice.' She was addicted to the sensation and naturally wouldn't let go of this hard-earned opportunity to indulge.
The light blue short skirt was paired with thin stockings, which felt as soft and light as clouds. The hem of the skirt swayed gently with her movements, sometimes close to his body, sometimes fluttering and dancing, undulating like waves. Her slender and well-proportioned thighs were slightly bent, and her white skin flushed under the sunlight, showcasing her beautiful posture and perfect lines.
"Are Asakura-kun and that... Yukinoshita-san close?"
"She is the president of my club. She joined at Mr. Hiratsuka's request."
Asakura answered in a calm breath, but the pressure on his waist didn't lessen. The intense impact made it impossible for the girl to continue asking questions coherently.
"So... is that so?"
"Did Akane misunderstand something about my relationship with her, huh?"
The boy comforted the jealous girl with the most intimate action, and her loud exclamation indicated that the 'riding practice' was about to reach its climax.
"Slow down... slow down."
To be slow means to be fast, to be fast means to complain it is slow, not to want means to want it, to want means you really want it.
To prevent the prolonged, rotating sounds from alarming those nearby, Asakura kissed her pink lips. The fresh breath entered from the girl's mouth and spread throughout her body in the blink of an eye. With the strong stimulation, it was as if she had entered another world.
The moist soil exuded a faint fragrance, as if being embraced by the warm hug of Mother Earth. The cool dewdrops dripping from the leaves were like stars lost in the night sky.
There was a strange scent in the air, a mixture of fragrances entwined with her breaths and seeping into her body. She had lost herself in a blissful paradise.
This one-on-one battle ended with Akane Nanao's defeat. She thought she could 'punish' Asakura by making a comeback, but she tasted the bitter fruit of failure. She dragged her exhausted body and used all her strength to make him 'yield' and 'lay down his weapon.'
How can a defeated general talk about bravery?
Today, Asakura won a great victory.