Chapter 509 - 511: I'll Do Bad Things To You

Faced with her best friend's words, Yui Yuigahama stole a glance at Hozuki Nozomi, who was chatting and laughing with Mahiru, and her cheeks flushed a warm pink.

She gave a small nod, letting Yumiko know she'd understood.

Even Yumiko is being so bold…

I can't lose to her either!

In terms of feminine charm, I'm not exactly lacking, right?

At that thought, Yui Yuigahama unconsciously squared her shoulders and pushed her chest out.

The full swell of her bust trembled slightly, and the boys stealing glances at her let their mouths fall open, faces burning red.

Yui Yuigahama was a lovely girl in her own right, and her popularity in class was scarcely less than Shiina Mahiru's.

She didn't notice the stares at all; she was too busy turning over ideas about how to get closer to Hozuki Nozomi.

Honestly.

Even Yukino was cutely bending her own rules, dropping that cold composure to try and act spoiled around Hozuki Nozomi.

Was she really not going to leave anyone else a chance?

Miura Yumiko watched Yui take her advice to heart, and a satisfied smile curved her glossed lips.

She was the kind of girl who genuinely looked out for her friends.

And as Yui Yuigahama's closest confidante, she naturally cared.

Settling back into her seat, she couldn't help but start looking forward to the weekend outing.

Hehe, calling it "coming along to check out a shop"—it was really no different from a date.

And it would just be the two of them, alone.

Yukinoshita, I'm not going to lose to you!

At that moment, Miura-san was practically radiating motivation.

...

After Hozuki Nozomi made Shiina Mahiru laugh with a joke, he suddenly caught Alisa-san muttering something quietly behind him.

It sounded like Russian.

He was momentarily speechless.

Although he'd never studied Russian, he had a rather special skill in his arsenal—telepathy!

What Alya Kujou had murmured meant "scumbag, pervert!"

When he laced his fingers with Mahiru's and started showing off their closeness, another line drifted from behind him.

Hozuki Nozomi glanced back over his shoulder.

This one was even harsher.

It meant he was a lecher.

Alya Kujou, meanwhile, was pretending nothing had happened, her posture cool and untouchable.

She sat straight-backed at her desk, the fullness of her chest pushing the pleated fabric of her school uniform outward, making her figure look all the more striking.

Her silver hair was styled with the dignified elegance of a proper young lady, the strands framing each side pulled behind her ears and gathered with a red ribbon tied into a neat bow.

"Is something wrong, Hozuki Nozomi?"

Noticing him watching her, Alya Kujou asked coolly, not so much as a flicker across her face.

The scene made every boy sneaking glances at her cheer internally.

Yes, that's right!

Alisa-san, a succubus like Hozuki Nozomi has to be shot down cold and kept at arm's length!

Hozuki Nozomi smiled.

"Nothing. I just think Alisa-san is even prettier today."

His eyes flicked briefly to her chest. "Mmm, seems like they've gotten a little bigger, too."

Alya Kujou instinctively covered her chest with one arm and glared at him.

"Pervert! Grown how much? Where do you think you're looking?"

Hozuki Nozomi shrugged, unbothered.

"I'm only looking at a beautiful girl with appreciative eyes. Of course, if you'd rather insist you're ugly, then forget I said anything."

The implication was obvious: I only look at you because you're worth looking at.

Alya Kujou's cheeks warmed, and once his meaning sank in, she couldn't help lifting her chin proudly.

"Hmph. I don't need you to tell me I'm beautiful!"

There was absolutely no way she was going to concede she was ugly.

"However, Hozuki Nozomi, please stop speaking to me so casually. It causes misunderstandings!"

She reasserted her aloofness immediately.

"Oh."

Hozuki Nozomi nodded placidly, then took Mahiru's small hand back into his, dragging his thumb slow across her palm to tease her.

Shiina Mahiru's cheeks colored, and she turned her head, throwing him a reproachful sidelong look.

She didn't pull her hand away, though.

She let him play with her pale, soft fingers instead.

Hozuki Nozomi's behavior earned another look of disdain from Alisa-san behind him.

She muttered something else in Russian.

It meant "playboy."

Hozuki Nozomi found the whole thing quietly hilarious.

This girl—she was the one who'd told him not to speak to her casually.

And yet she seemed remarkably invested in his every move.

Always grumbling about him under her breath, in a language she thought he couldn't understand.

…

Noon.

Kirisu Mafuyu returned to her office after finishing her classes.

She stretched, arching her back with a small sigh, then pulled a bento box from her desk drawer.

Shiina Mahiru had made it for her.

Kirisu Mafuyu had originally imagined that, living at Sakurasou, she'd get to eat Hozuki Nozomi's cooking on the regular.

The reality?

The ones actually running the kitchen were Shiina Mahiru and Ogiwara Sayu.

And Aoyama Nanami was also drifting in there more and more.

She felt like she'd been played.

That annoying bad man—before he'd gotten his hands on her, he was always inventing excuses to feed her, using every opportunity to show up at her apartment and show off his cooking.

All schemes! Every last one!

Hozuki Nozomi, you scheming, calculating man!

Feeling faintly aggrieved didn't spoil Kirisu Mafuyu's appetite, though.

Food is food, and skipping a meal only left her hungry.

Eat the bento first.

She finished, washed the box, and started back toward her office.

Kirisu Mafuyu had just rounded a corner when—

Suddenly, an arm hooked around her, a warm palm covered her mouth, and she was pulled sideways into an empty classroom.

…

A moment later.

"Mmmph…"

Kirisu Mafuyu, cheeks burning scarlet, thumped her small hands against Nozomi's chest in indignant protest.

Her body, traitor that it was, went soft against him.

It wasn't until her lips were faintly swollen and her breath came in shaky little pants that Hozuki Nozomi finally released her.

Lifting a hand to comb through her cherry-blossom-pink hair, Hozuki Nozomi teased in a low voice,

"Mafuyu-sensei, did you miss me?"

"Hmph. Why would I miss you? What's there to miss about a playboy?"

Kirisu Mafuyu, as if throwing a small tantrum, deliberately turned her face away, her expression declaring she wanted nothing to do with him.

Hozuki Nozomi sighed. "You don't miss me, but I miss you. Mafuyu-sensei, let me hold you a little longer."

Kirisu Mafuyu's cheeks flushed hotter, and instinct told her to refuse, to snap back at him.

But when her gaze met the gentle warmth in his eyes, her heart went unbearably soft.

The memory rose unbidden—of Hozuki Nozomi appearing like a god out of nowhere, striking down the man who'd tried to hurt her.

"Just… just for a little while. And you can't do anything else. No more kissing."

Her expression was one of long-suffering exasperation, though she didn't notice how soft her voice had gone, laced with an unmistakable girlish petulance.

Hozuki Nozomi gathered her slender, supple waist tightly against him, nodding lightly and resting his chin on her fragrant shoulder.

"Alright. I'll just hold you. We'll do other things tonight."

Kirisu Mafuyu's heart lurched.

"Scoundrel… tonight… what are you planning to do?"

Hozuki Nozomi's smile turned slow and wicked as he brushed his lips against the shell of her ear.

"Exactly what you're already imagining. I'm going to do very bad things to you."

His hand slid down from her waist, fingertips tracing the line of her hip through her pencil skirt, pressing just enough to make her breath hitch.

"Mm… I'll take my time undressing you. Peel off that tight little skirt, roll those stockings down your thighs slowly, right there on the bed."

Kirisu Mafuyu's knees weakened, her fingers curling into the front of his shirt.

"Kiss you until you can't think," he murmured, thumb dragging along the sensitive dip of her lower back. "Then work my way down. Your neck. Your collarbone. Those pretty tits I've been thinking about all morning."

"Y-you… you shameless…" Her voice came out breathless, thready, the protest utterly toothless.

"I'll spread you open on the sheets, Mafuyu-sensei," he whispered, teeth grazing her earlobe. "Taste you until you're soaking wet and begging. Then I'll fuck you slow, so deep you feel me for days."

A tiny, involuntary "hnn…" escaped her throat, her thighs pressing together on reflex.

Her whole body was burning.

Hozuki Nozomi kissed the corner of her jaw one last time and stepped back, straightening her collar for her with maddening tenderness, as if he hadn't just wrecked her composure entirely.

"So be a good sensei and get through your afternoon classes."