Chapter 251: Today's Sunlight Looks a Bit Green

Advanced Nurturing High School, Morishita Ai’s room.

The entire room was based around a light blue color scheme. Everywhere one looked, there were all kinds of strange and curious objects. On the desktop were scattered delicate mechanical parts, along with a few strangely shaped stones she had picked up from some corner or another, giving off a matte sheen in the sunlight that slipped in through the gap in the curtains.

On the cabinet near the entryway was placed a huge fish tank over a meter long. Several brightly colored tropical fish were lazily swinging their tails, threading their way between the water plants and blowing out strings of tiny bubbles.

“Shiraishi-mama, I love you!”

In the previously quiet room, a declaration bursting with will-to-survive suddenly exploded out, startling the fish in the water into instantly darting away at full speed!

Fuyuji Mikage dropped to his knees on the floor with a thud, his cheek buried deep into the space between Shiraishi Asuka’s thighs, wrapped in fine white stockings, and her soft, warm lower abdomen. He greedily breathed in the girl’s sweet, alluring body fragrance. His arms, like iron hoops, wrapped deathly tight around her slender waist, so slim it seemed it might snap with one fold. He would not let go even if it killed him.

“I love you the most!” A muffled voice came out from against the fabric he was pressed tightly against.

The three sitting on the bed, as if they wished the drama were even bigger, all chirped at Fuyuji’s cowardly act of surrendering the moment he was confronted.

“Honestly, boyfriend-kun.” Morishita Ai leaned carefully against the wall, both hands hugging the dolphin plush she had bought yesterday, and shook her head helplessly. “Last night you clearly said you loved me the most too. Scumbag boyfriend!”

Shut up, Ai! That’s assuming I live long enough to keep liking you!

“Fuyuji, you really do love using sweet words to trick girls.” Yamamura Miki, her blush still not faded, sat quietly beside Morishita and said huffily.

Miki~ You’re still the best. You didn’t throw stones at me while I’m down.

As for the last one…

The group silently turned their gazes to the girl who had been the very last to learn about this matter.

Kamuro Masumi sat to the side, her face thoroughly red, impossible to tell whether it was from shame or from anger. As if she didn’t know how to vent it, she spread both hands and, trembling all over, said:

“Lewd!”

“Perverted!”

“Scumbag!”

“Shameless!”

“Hurry up and go die!”

Her voice trembled more with each word. Her emotions grew more agitated each time. Her expression grew more disgusted each time.

Heaven only knew what kind of expression she had made when, while happily playing her game and comfortably stretching her back, she suddenly received a call from Yamamura Miki and learned about this matter. If not for the fact that Morishita and the others had all shown up, making it truly unreasonable for her to be the only one missing, she would still right now be wearing a face full of confusion, kept completely in the dark.

“Damn bastard!”

Fuyuji: “…”

Bro, why does it feel like the thing you’re angry about isn’t actually this?

However, before he could finish his internal complaint, a chill quietly rose from above. It was different from the cool, brisk feeling Suzune gave off. It was something far more terrifying.

Gentle and silent, it spread across all life, leaving death behind…

In that instant, every hair on Fuyuji’s body stood on end. Instinctively, he buried his cheek even deeper into her embrace, not even daring to lift his face as he begged:

“Shiraishi-mama, I’m your favorite Fuyuji. Spare my life!”

“Heh…”

A fair, delicate palm gently covered the top of Fuyuji’s head. Following the downward direction of his hair, it stroked him gently, soft as water. A voice, soft as water, came from above.

“This time… it won’t do, bad boy…” Her fingertips traced across the back of his neck. “I can agree to anything for you, you know…”

Another fair hand reached up from below his neck and cradled Fuyuji’s entire head. Her delicate chin rested against the top of Fuyuji’s head.

Fuyuji shuddered for no apparent reason. It reminded him of a certain scumbag’s famous manner of death. He silently tightened his arms around Shiraishi’s waist, trying to bring himself a little warmth.

“And yet… Fuyuji actually snuck off with Morishita-san…” The soft little hand stroked every part of Fuyuji’s head, one stroke after another. Pink nails, like crystals, lightly scratched across his cheek. “Tell me… how should I punish Fuyuji…”

“Of course… whatever Shiraishi-mama says is what goes.” Fuyuji forced out a smile, speaking with an overwhelming will to survive.

“Is that so?” Shiraishi let out a light laugh.

“Of course. I love Shiraishi-mama the most.”

Seeing an opening, Fuyuji increased his efforts. The hand wrapped around her waist gently stroked Shiraishi’s back. Through the thin fabric, he could seemingly feel the clasp of her underwear.

“Then… let me think…” A voice tinged with a bit of thoughtfulness came from above. However, before Fuyuji could feel happy, her slender hands had already, at some unknown point, found their way to his top. With incomparable dexterity and speed, they unfastened one pajama button after another.

Fuyuji felt a chill at his chest. He looked down. His pajamas had already come mostly open. “Wait, Shiraishi-mama, what are you—”

Bang!

Before the words could finish leaving his mouth, Fuyuji’s entire body was pushed to the ground. In the spinning of the world, the white ceiling came into view, and then Shiraishi’s fair, flawless face, her cascading pale golden hair, and, with the tear mole at the lower corner of her left eye, giving her an indescribably mysterious aura.

“No can do, Fuyuji.”

Shiraishi braced one hand on his chest. With the other hand, she crooked her little finger and unhurriedly tucked a few strands of falling pale golden hair behind her ear. Her violet eyes flickered a few times.

“Must make it up…”

In an instant, Fuyuji felt only a fragrant breeze rushing at his face. The girl’s snow-white face enlarged before his eyes. Her cherry-colored lips covered Fuyuji’s mouth. The warm breaths of the two instantly interwove, tangling with each other…

Fuyuji’s eyes flew wide open. In the other’s lake-clear eyes, his own figure was reflected. Instinctively, he tightened his arms around her waist. His hands, beyond his control, wandered and lingered over the girl’s beautifully lined back…

All of this happened too suddenly. In just a few short seconds, the two had gone from interrogation to holding each other, as if they wanted to drown each other in their embrace.

So much so that the three drama-watchers on the bed first wore expressions of schadenfreude, then tilted their heads in astonishment, and finally sat there dumbstruck, feeling that today’s sunlight looked a bit green.

“Aaaah!”

The three on the bed boiled over like water dropped into hot oil. They rose in unison, rushing toward the center of the room with flailing hands and feet.

“Idiot Fuyuji, how can you do this kind of thing here! Pasture, oysters, oysters!”

“Damn bastard, how dare you commit such an offense against public morals in front of me… anyway, hurry up and get off her.”

“Scumbag boyfriend, Morishita-sama is still here, please go take a trip to the River Styx—hiss!”

The entire room fell into chaos. After a round of havoc, Fuyuji was forcibly separated from Shiraishi. Kamuro and Yamamura each locked down one of his arms, pressing Fuyuji firmly to the floor. Morishita, shuffling over step by step, simply lay down on top of him, unable to get up again.

“I say we should just chop these two hands off,” Kamuro said with a cold glint flashing through her eyes and a sneer. “Then we won’t have to worry about him going out and harming girls anymore.”

“The legs too.” Morishita butted her head against Fuyuji’s chin, adding.

Yamamura said nothing, silently expressing her agreement.

Meanwhile, Shiraishi, who had just been separated from him, seemed to have calmed down a bit. Her moist cherry lips were slightly parted. The flushed blush of arousal still lingered on her cheeks. She unhurriedly straightened her somewhat disheveled skirt and shoulder strap, then sat down nearby with interest, calming the passion from moments ago.

“…”

Pressed to the floor, Fuyuji turned his head and looked at the four girls around him, listening to their occasional scolding words. He suddenly laughed out loud.

“What are you laughing at?”

The girls sensed something was a bit off with Fuyuji.

“Miki!”

“Shiraishi-mama!”

“Ai!”

“Masumi!”

He drew a deep breath. A brilliant smile spread across his face.

“As I thought, I love you all the most.”

The girls’ faces flushed in unison. Without missing a beat, they said together:

“Tch!”