Chapter 535

"Check if I smell..."

"Smell like what? Sweat?"

"No...! Not that..."

She had to mean the smell of semen.

We had done it with all her clothes off except her underwear, and I had wiped her clean after finishing on her bare skin, but she still seemed anxious.

"Hurry..."

Miyuki pulled her dress shirt down and held the collar out to me.

It was a strange feeling, like a strict drill instructor was inspecting my underwear.

After sniffing her shirt, I lifted the hem of her skirt and pressed my nose to that as well.

Miyuki flinched, but I gave her a reassuring nod.

"I don't smell anything."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Let's hurry back in."

"Together?"

"Yeah. Why?"

We didn't do it often, but we occasionally had sex on campus like this.

Whenever we did, Miyuki would always go back to the classroom separately.

She hadn't wanted to draw unnecessary stares from our classmates.

But things were different now. She wanted us to walk in together.

This meant Miyuki no longer cared what anyone else thought.

It was proof that she was absolutely certain about our future, without a single sliver of doubt.

I was genuinely happy to see another shift in her attitude, but I still couldn't go back in with her.

I hated the idea of those pieces of trash suspecting that Miyuki and I were doing that sort of thing.

"You go in first."

"I want to go together."

"It'll be easier to avoid suspicion if we go in separately."

"I don't mind."

"Well, I do, so you go first. I'm not going to repeat myself."

"What... why are you threatening me?"

"I'm not."

"Honoka keeps texting me."

Who was Honoka again?

Right. The Vice Representative.

"Which is why you need to hurry up and go."

Instead of answering, Miyuki stood facing me, closed her eyes, and slightly puckered her lips.

She wanted a kiss. Finding her overflow of affection today incredibly cute, I squeezed both of Miyuki's cheeks and pressed my lips to hers.

Then I faked a wince.

"Ouch."

"A-Are you okay?"

I really loved how Miyuki flinched and checked my lips.

Licking her plum scent off my lips, I replied.

"Yeah. Just kidding."

"Are you sure...? Does it really not hurt...?"

"It doesn't, so go in already."

"Are you absolutely sure you're okay...?"

"I told you I am. I can't even joke around."

"Why would you joke like that...! You scared me...!"

"Sorry, sorry."

After sending a grumbling Miyuki on ahead, I roughly messed up my hair to look like a bird's nest. I fiddled with my Cell Phone on the Rooftop for about ten minutes, then went back to the classroom and opened the door.

With the rattle of the sliding door, everyone's gaze focused on me.

The young female teacher paused her lesson to shoot me a glare.

She was passionate and pretty enough to be quite popular among the students. It was always a bit of a shame she didn't teach our grade.

Was she teaching the second-years this term?

Her breasts were small, but she was tall with incredibly long legs. It looked like I could slide right into her from behind without even having to bend my knees.

Come to think of it, none of the heroines around me were flat-chested.

Renka was the smallest, but even she was slightly above average...

I felt like there ought to be a flat-chested heroine in the mix.

She would look great standing next to Bread Girl.

An energetic female teacher and a timid student... I thought they made a subtly harmonious combination.

"Matsuda, why are you late? Judging by your hair, you must have been sleeping."

Lost in my thoughts, I snapped back to reality at her question.

"Yes. I'm sorry."

"Where were you sleeping?"

"Uh..."

"Is it a secret? Is it your personal hideout, so it'd be bad if the other students heard?"

"Yeah, could I tell you privately later?"

Laughter erupted across the classroom.

They must have found it funny that I met the teacher's lighthearted joke with such a serious expression.

"What's wrong with your face?"

"Oh, this? I just bumped into something. I definitely didn't get into a fight."

"Really? Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"I'd like to let it slide if I could, but too much time has passed, so I have to mark you tardy. You understand, right?"

If it had been the old me, I would have faced strict disciplinary action without question.

Both the teacher and the students would have looked at me with pathetic disdain.

But now? Most of them were favorable toward me.

Experiencing a change like that firsthand always felt good.

The popular teacher's good mood had probably played a part in softening their glances, but would people look at me like this if I were still a piece of trash?

It was all because I was doing things right.

I had received Miyuki's help, of course, but shouldn't I be allowed to pat myself on the back a little?

"I understand."

"Hurry up and sit down."

I walked quietly to my seat and sat down. Miyuki wrote something in her notebook and slid it over, so I looked down at it.

[What are you going to do now that you're marked tardy?]

She was wearing a distressed expression.

She probably felt guilty, thinking I was late because of her.

[It happens all the time. Who cares?]

[I'll try talking to the teacher.]

Our Miyuki just worried entirely too much.

[You don't have to. Doesn't your lower stomach hurt?]

[It hurts. Why did you do it so hard?]

Not wanting to waste time conversing through writing, I leaned close and whispered.

"Because I wanted to. Should we go wash up together during the break?"

"Where?"

"The Gymnasium."

"It'll be closed. No class has physical education during second period."

"We can just sneak in, wash up, and come back. You're in the Student Council, so you must have the key."

"I can't just abuse my position like that...!"

"How is that abusing your position?"

"Be quiet now... pay attention to the class, you idiot."

Judging by her reaction, Miyuki was definitely tempted too.

I chuckled quietly at her shyness, barely managing to face the front when my head instinctively tried to turn back.

I didn't want to pay any attention to Tetsuya.

But a huge part of me was itching to see the defeated male.

To be honest, it wasn't so much a defeat as him just tucking his tail and dropping off on his own, but it amounted to the same thing.

In the end, unable to resist the temptation, I slowly turned my head.

I saw Tetsuya just staring down at his desk.

Would someone who invested their entire fortune in a stock only for it to be delisted the very next day make a face like that?

His whole face was heavily drooping.

He seemed a bit prickled with guilt over the teacher mentioning my injury, too...

Mmh. It just ruined my mood. I shouldn't have looked.

My eyes felt like they were rotting from his filthy appearance, so I decided to keep them closed for a bit.

Dropping by the School Store with Miyuki during the break, I studied her as she stared down at the ground.

She wore a sullen expression. Did she feel sorry for yelling so harshly at Tetsuya?

It was just like the naturally kindhearted Miyuki.

Even so, Miyuki's current stance wouldn't change.

That bastard had done so many things she hated.

Even for a saint, it was only natural to lose affection after consistently going through things like that.

Pulling her close by the shoulder, I spoke.

"What's wrong? Is it because of Miura?"

"Huh...? Ah, yeah... I feel like I treated him too harshly... I yelled so much..."

She had screamed terrifyingly loud.

"Does it weigh on your mind that much? What do you want to do?"

"What do you mean, what do I want to do? I'm just going to leave it be. I decided not to care anymore."

"About who? Miura?"

"Yeah."

"He's a close friend you've known for a long time. Are you really okay with that?"

"Not everyone in the world stays close friends forever just because they started out as friends."

Miyuki's disappointment seemed greater than I had imagined.

Judging by how she spoke, it sounded like she was ready to cut ties with him.

Had she solidified her resolve through her conversation with me?

Miyuki's expression brightened up quite a bit.

"Let's go."

"Did you grab the Strawberry Milk?"

"Yeah. Right here."

"What about the Melon Milk?"

"That's also right he— huh? It's not here?"

Startled, Miyuki rummaged through the plastic bag.

I showed her the Melon Milk in my other hand and gave a wide grin.

"You left it behind at the School Store."

"Oh, really...? I had no idea. I need to get my act together..."

Saying that, Miyuki beamed brightly at me.

Was it really okay for a person to be this beautiful?

Her tearful look yesterday had been maddeningly cute, too. I knew I shouldn't, but it made me want to make her cry and smile at the same time.

Why was my libido getting stronger by the day?

It was all because of Miyuki.

It wasn't solely on Miyuki, but the other heroines were responsible for it as well.

They made me horny because they kept doing such lovely things.

Upon returning to the classroom, Miyuki didn't even spare Tetsuya a glance.

She just stayed glued to my side and had an enjoyable conversation with the Vice Representative and Bread Girl.

She almost let her eyes wander toward Tetsuya a few times, but she quickly shook her head and immersed herself back in the conversation.

The sympathy Miyuki currently harbored... that would naturally resolve itself as time passed.

So I shouldn't needlessly try to meddle.

Afternoon classes finished without a hitch.

Well, it wasn't like anything major was going to happen anyway, but things flowing peacefully was for the best.

After dropping Miyuki off at the Student Council Room, I headed toward the Club Room. From afar, I spotted Tetsuya exiting the main gate with his bag on.

Was he skipping club activities entirely?

He was such a naturally gloomy bastard that I had figured he would go hit on Renka, but it seemed Miyuki's yelling had been a considerable shock to him.

'Who cares.'

Brushing it off, I approached Renka when I saw her moving something in front of the Club Room.

"Hey."

"Don't speak to me informally. Since you're here, grab two mats out of the Men's Lounge. We need a lot of mats today... Huh? What's with you?"

Renka, looking back at me in annoyance, paused.

Confirming that her gaze was fixed on my lips, I feigned ignorance.

"What is it?"

"What's wrong with your lips? You've got a scab. Your cheek looks a bit swollen, too... and your jaw is a little swollen as well...? What happened?"

"I bumped into something."

"How on earth did you bump into something to get wounds like that? Are you okay?"

"Are you worried about me?"

"Ah, jeez...! Could you not say it in such a mocking tone?"

"When did I ever mock you? I said it because I was touched, so why are you diving straight into a persecution complex to distort the truth?"

"...Whatever. You're sure you're okay, right?"

Renka playing dumb so coyly was cute.

Staring intently at her, I clicked my tongue and spoke.

"My lips are fine, but I can't forgive this."

"What are you even saying... I'm just worrying about you as your senior and President, so I don't know why you're making a fuss..."

"I don't like your attitude."

"S-So, what are you going to do about it...?"

"Follow me."

"Why should I listen to you...!? I'll say it again, you are not my master...!"

Was there really a need to bring up our hierarchical relationship?

Our Renka shot herself in the foot quite often.

"To me, it looks like you're well aware of being a slave."

"I am not...!"

Renka stamped her foot in vehement denial.

I was about to tease her some more when the Club Room door opened, and Chinami came out.

Waving at me with a bright expression, she discovered the scab on my lips at the exact same moment Renka had and made a huge fuss.

"Oh my...? Why does our junior's face look like this...!?"

"I bumped into something."

"Oh dear...! Goodness... my goodness...! How could this be...!?"

Letting out pitying sighs, Chinami stomped her feet, hesitating over whether to touch my face or not, which was incredibly cute.

It was funny because it wasn't an exaggeration—she was entirely sincere.

I resolved to spend another happy day today.

With that determination, I snatched away the box Renka was holding.

"Where should I put this?"