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Ayanokouji POV Ayanokouji’s room

Breasts pressing on my chest. Breaths softly brushing my skin. Bare bodies on top of each other.

‘Die, ikemen!’

I could just hear the single boys in school curse at me if they learn that this is how I’m starting my day. Even I, who is still learning about human relationships, can acknowledge that I am fortunate to spend my highschool days with a cute girlfriend.

Seeing her sleeping soundly, it paints a sharp contrast to the gyaru persona she wears in school. Her face had no trace of makeup but oddly enough, she is more charming this way. She looks seductively innocent in her vulnerable state that you’ll want to either protect her or attack her.

I wonder why, even though this is not unpleasant at all, watching this sight still does not move my heart?

Would it make a difference if it were a different woman on top of me right now—Ichinose, perhaps? Or Hiyori? What about Horikita?

“Kei, wake up.”

Even though it is Sunday and we don’t have classes, I’m not too keen on staying in bed all day. Kei stirs and upon seeing my face, she flashes a smile and greets me.

“Hey, we haven’t gone out in a while. How about we have breakfast at Keiyaki mall? After that we can just check out other shops. Pretty please?”

We were already together the entire night yet she still wants to spend the day on a date with me. Kei’s parasitic nature is at its peak. Although it is not unpleasant like I said, it does take away a lot of time that I’d rather spend doing something else.

“Fine. Why don’t you get in the shower?”

“Let’s take one together!”

I guess I can indulge her for now. 

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3rd Person POV A cafe in Keiyaki Mall

Nagumo Miyabi is bored. Ever since his senior Horikita Manabu had graduated, he hasn’t had any exciting competition to get him motivated. Just when he thought he finally had a kouhai that could challenge him, the brat would not even take him seriously. 

Who knew the ultimate battle he’s been jerking off to for months would turn out to be so boring and meaningless?

Sigh.

“Miyabi-kun is not having fun?”

“Don’t mind me. I was just wondering how to make our final exam more exciting.”

He flashes a smile that stops any further questions. He is once again surrounded by girls who wanted to play with him. He doesn’t mind, he’s still a healthy teenage boy after all. Yet this has also become routinary that the girls are all starting to look and smell the same to him.

He can’t wait for the remaining weeks of his highschool life to be over and get into the same college where Horikita Manabu is currently enrolled in. Perhaps then, he can feel alive once more.

Such were his thoughts when out of the corner of his eyes he saw the apathetic kouhai enter the cafe with a blonde petite girl latched in his arm. He laughed mentally at this, how he is able to recognize his rival from just his silhouette, not unlike a maiden in love who gets conscious whenever their crush is around.

He watched them order food and sit in one of the corners. The boyfriend kept a stoic expression while the girlfriend across from him was merrily chatting away, hands gesturing in the air showing how excited she was with her story. In contrast, the boy was more focused on his food.

Nagumo knows he doesn't care about her. It’s not like he doesn’t understand having superficial relationships—he’s had his fair share of those. What baffles him is why Ayanokouji is still with Karuizawa when he seems to despise going on dates with her.

Now that could be interesting. Maybe he can get an idea what goes on inside that psycho’s head. Or maybe he’ll find something about the gyaru that makes it hard to let her go.

He declined the girls’ invitation to go shopping. Made up a lie about having to do something else. Well maybe it wasn’t a lie. He just wanted to watch the young couple for a bit longer. 

Ayanokouji took out his phone after finishing his meal. Looks like he received a message and showed the screen to Karuizawa whose expression changed from gleeful to troubled. She seemed to be complaining then she pouted, puffing her left cheek. Heh, now that is cute.

Even the monster didn’t seem completely immune to this attack as he patted her head in response. He’s saying something, probably trying to comfort her? Then she nodded her head reluctantly, but her gaze remained on the uneaten food on her plate. He then stood up from his chair and headed to the door.

Oi, is he just going to leave her alone in the middle of their date?

Nagumo had to bite his tongue to stop himself from cackling. He’s been called evil, womanizer, and all sorts of names before but what the brat did makes him a saint in comparison.

He approached Karuizawa after her boyfriend exited the cafe. He sat on the same chair that Ayanokouji occupied.

“Your coffee has turned cold.”

It startled the girl who just noticed his presence. He could see tears forming from the corners of her eyes but she quickly composed herself and glared at him. 

“What do you want, senpai?”

Wow. She’s really not scared to talk to him. He thought the same when she was the only one who intervened when he was talking to Ayanokouji during their double date. 

“Relax. I just wanted to talk.”

“If you’re just trying to harass me, Kiyotaka will—”

“I’m not. You must have heard from him, right? There’s nothing I can do anymore. Besides, I’ll be graduating soon.”

Karuizawa furrowed her eyebrows, searching for lies in Nagumo’s words before turning away saying “Hmp!”

What was that? I wanna eat her. 

“So, what urgent matter did he have to attend to that he had to leave you here?”

Hearing this, Karuizawa felt a lump form in her throat. But she can’t have a breakdown here. Not in front of Nagumo-senpai. 

“B-book.”

“Excuse me?”

Breathing evenly is becoming a challenge but she found the words to explain further. 

“There’s a new book from an author he likes. He went to the bookstore to buy it.”

“You’re telling me, he left his girlfriend alone so he could buy a book?” This time he couldn’t help a smirk from forming on his lips. “You’re joking, right?”

“T-that.. He said it’s hard to get a copy, that it might get sold out. They’ve been waiting for it for months or something..”

“They?”

Karuizawa’s face has visibly darkened. Ah, that must be who sent him the message. It’s not hard to fill in the blanks now. 

“A woman?”

She was not aware that she had been clenching her fists on the table so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.

“He can have friends, you know? He invited me but I’m just not interested in books. I.. I’ll just feel out of place.”

A sound reasoning. But to Nagumo who had plenty of experience with women, it wasn’t hard to see through what’s really going on. She didn’t want to seem needy. No, she is afraid she will be thrown away if she doesn’t let him do as he pleases. Something similar must have transpired before. Oh yeah, he heard they had a cold war during the holidays. Perhaps it was then? 

“So you’re saying you trust him?”

“Isn’t that obvious?!”

How feisty.  

Yet he could tell by the way that she dressed up that this is not how she planned their day to go at all. Not when the upper part of her breasts are peeking from her off-shoulder top, her collarbones inviting you to take a bite. Nagumo licked his lips that seemed to have dried since they were talking. 

“Right. Wow, I envy Ayanokouji. I don’t know other girls who can be as understanding.” He reached out to touch her still clenched fist. “He’s really lucky to have you. If it were me, I would have been slapped at the mention of leaving a date to go with another woman. I’m sure he’s just really excited to buy a book. You’re very kind, Kei .”

He withdrew his hand and pulled out a napkin from the table. He took a pen from his dress shirt pocket and wrote on it.

“I’m sure even if I ask for your number, you won’t give it. But here’s mine. I only have a few weeks left in this school but if you have no one else to talk to...”

He placed the napkin under Karuizawa’s coffee cup and winked at her. 

Nagumo took his leave after that. That should be enough for now. Now he just had to wait. Wait for the prey to take the bait.

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3rd Person POV Keiyaki mall

There are only two bookstores in Keiyaki mall. And with how Nagumo could easily spot Ayanokouji’s shadow, he’s sure to find him right away if he really went to where he said he was going.

At least the part about buying a book didn’t seem to be a code for something else more obscene. He found him lining up at the cashier holding a book. He waited for him to exit the store, noticing the silver-haired girl walking beside him who was also carrying the same paper bag, before approaching him to talk. 

“Yo, Ayanokouji! It’s been a while.”

If he was annoyed at the sight of Nagumo, it didn’t show on Ayanokouji’s face. He knew he was being watched since he entered the cafe with Kei.

“Can I help you, Nagumo-senpai?”

“I was hoping you could spare some time to talk?”

“Can it wait? We were just planning to go to a restaurant to—”

“Didn’t you just leave Karuizawa-san from your breakfast date? You’re hungry again?”

Despite masking it as a joke on his big appetite, it made the girl beside Ayanokouji flinch upon hearing this. 

“Uhm, I didn’t mean to disturb your date with Karuizawa-san. Did I upset her?”

“I received her permission. Don’t worry about it.”

Permission . Nagumo almost snorted at the word. No way the depressed girl sitting alone in the corner of a cafe willingly gave her permission. She just felt like she had no choice.

“Is it a bad time after all? Should we meet later?” Nagumo knows he can’t be denied now but asked anyway. 

“Ah! No, I think I’ll just go home for now. I’m also excited to read the book we just bought.” Smiling nervously, Hiyori assured them that she was fine going ahead. She bowed to the two young men before leaving.

“So, what is it?”

“Why don’t we move somewhere with less people?”

Ayanokouji followed him until they arrived at an alley behind one of the buildings. 

“Sorry about all that. I was just really curious, you see.” Nagumo placed his hands in his pockets as he continued. “You said you don’t care about her so why are you still dating Karuizawa?”

“I don’t think Nagumo-senpai can judge me about my love affair.”

“Touché, but you know what I mean. You don’t look like you're enjoying your time with her. You left your date to be with that bookworm. You’re often seen at the gym with Honami. You spend a lot of time with Suzune.”

“What are you getting at?”

“If you just wanted a casual fling, there are other girls you are more compatible with.”

“Is it that hard to imagine that maybe Kei is just my type?”

“Come on.” Nagumo narrowed his eyes. “I’m graduating soon but we didn’t really have a proper battle. Consider it a consolation, or a farewell gift to me.”

Ayanokouji considered bluffing for a moment but knowing Nagumo, he will see through it. Besides, he was also curious at how the older boy would react. 

“She’s useful.”

“You seduced her so she would help in your plans?”

“No. She was already useful before we dated. But now she’s helping me with something personal.”

“And what is that?”

“...Love.”

“Pardon?”

“I didn’t know what love is and I wanted to experience it. She was the closest to me at that time.”

“...”

“...”

“...Pft!”

“Oi.”

“PWAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Despite his blank face, Ayanokouji was actually offended by this reaction. His methods may be considered cruel or manipulative, but he sincerely wanted to learn about love.

“Haha, sorry.. I just..” Nagumo was hugging the sides of his stomach. It all sounded too sappy for him. He dramatically wiped an imaginary tear after catching his breath. “Alright. I get it. As a senpai, I should help you.”

“Help me?”

Ayanokouji cocked his head to the side as Nagumo stared at him. Then Nagumo walked closer, invading his space, until he was pinned to the wall. Ayanokouji was wondering where all this was going when Nagumo placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Let me help you. Fall in love.”

A warm and gentle breeze passed by.

Ayanokouji blinked once. 

Twice.

“I’m sorry senpai. Although I am not prejudiced, I can't return your feelings.”

“Huh? What are you-”

“It all makes sense now why you were always chasing after Manabu-senpai. But I don’t swing that way.”

“I’m asking what the heck are you talking about?!”

“I’m saying I’m straight, senpai.”

“So am I, asshole!”

The fact that they can feel each other’s breath on their faces was not very convincing but Ayanokouji decided to let it go. 

“I was just saying I will help you learn about love, like you wanted.” Nagumo finally withdrew his definitely-not-gay hand and crossed his arms. “Tell me, how do you expect love to feel like? Do you think you’re making progress with Karuizawa?”

“My heart has not been swayed ever since we started dating.”

“Heart, huh? So that’s how you think of love.”

“Then, how do you define love, senpai?”

“I wonder.” Nagumo snickered. “But I find definitions can be vague. What makes a table different from a chair? If I sit on the table and put my food on the chair, do their definitions still fit? At what point does a puppy get to be called a dog?”

It’s not like Ayanokouji didn’t understand what he was saying. Almost everything in life is on a spectrum. Infatuation may evolve into love. But he was certain that he did not feel anywhere within that spectrum when he was with Kei. He was comfortable with her, but it was no different from when you are with a close friend. He gets aroused when they engage in intimate activities, but he can do that with other women too.

“Well, you already answered my questions. I’ll let you be.”

Nagumo walked away. He waved a hand as Ayanokouji watched his retreating back, still wondering what was the point of all that. 

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TIMESKIP

Karuizawa POV Ayanokouji’s room

This is the third time, you know? 

The third long pink strand of hair that I found in his room. And this time it’s on the bed. 

You’d think after that incident with Amasawa he would be more careful. I know him. He’s not the type to make the same mistake. He’s very meticulous in his planning and he cleans thoroughly every time we do it.

So why is it that I keep finding another girl’s hair in his room?

It’s deliberate. It’s a test. 

He’s waiting for me to confront him. But I’m sure if I do, he will just turn tables. He will give a believable story that would make him look innocent, and me a paranoid bitch of a girlfriend.

Or perhaps he won’t deny it? Maybe he’ll admit he’s having an affair with someone else then break up with me? 

Maybe he won’t even respond at all! Just stare at me with that bored expression on his face, watch me stomp my feet and leave the room without trying to stop me.

Argh! All these thoughts are hurting my head. Worst of all, there’s no one I can talk to about this. Not Satou. Not Mori. What exactly should I say? 

“Look, there’s a strand of hair in his room so he wants to break up with me!”

I’ll look crazy. I’m going crazy. 

“What would you like for dinner, Kei?”

Speak of the devil.

“I think I’ll stay in my room tonight.” I don’t wanna see you right now. 

“What’s wrong? You look pale.”

“Uhm, I’m just tired from the study group. You know me, I get dizzy when I read too much.” It’s you! You are what’s stressing me! 

“Don’t push yourself too hard.”

“Uhn! That’s why I think I should go so I can rest. Good night, Kiyotaka!”

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Karuizawa POV Karuizawa’s room

I ran out of his room. Was I too obvious? No time to think. I rushed into the bathroom and hurled my guts out, the entire place warping around me.

Why is this happening? Just when I thought I was finally free from my past—not afraid to be bullied, surrounded by friends, a lover by my side—I found myself alone and helpless once more. Was I simply destined to be used and abused all my life? 

I washed up and changed my clothes, desperate to do anything that would distract me from my depressing thoughts. Maybe I could buy some takeouts for dinner. I grabbed my small shoulder bag but when I opened it to put my phone and wallet inside, I noticed a crumpled napkin in it.

Taking the napkin and opening it, the memories of that ruined date came to mind. I wonder, what would have happened if I didn’t allow him to go? Would he have left me regardless? Would it have ended in another fight that will last for weeks?

I stared at the numbers written on it, Nagumo-senpai’s voice echoing in my head.

“If you have no one else to talk to…”

I dialed the numbers without thinking. Before I knew it, the call went through. 

“Hello?”

“...”

I must have stopped breathing. Wait, what am I doing? No, I should hang up! 

“Kei?”

Buh!

It’s the second time now! How is he just casually calling me by my first name? And how did he know it was me? 

“S-sorry for disturbing you, senpai. I’ll hang up—”

“Have you eaten?”

“Eh?”

“I just got into my room and I haven’t eaten yet. Would you like to join me?”

“Why.. What did.. In your room??”

“Is that a problem?”

“Of course?! You’re inviting a girl into your room!”

“I see.. Does Ayanokouji never let other girls into his room?”

I clutched my phone tightly and clenched my teeth at this question. Girls come and go in his room, so it should be fine if I enter another guy’s room, right?

“I mean, it’s not a problem.”

“Then go to the third years’ dorm in 20 minutes. I’ll text you my room number. Don’t worry about the third years who will see you, they won’t spread any weird rumors. See ya!”

Geh! He hung up without even waiting for my answer!

Should I go? I mean, I’m already dressed up. I was going to buy dinner anyway. It’s kinda rude to not show up when I’m the one who gave him a call in the first place, I think?

Ah mou. Stop overthinking, Kei! It’s just dinner!

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Chapter Text

3rd Person POV Nagumo’s room

Nagumo just stepped out of the shower and was about to get dressed when his phone rang. He grinned upon seeing the name on his phone screen. 

About time. 

In truth, he had Karuizawa’s number saved a long time ago, getting it from the third years who knew her. However he wanted her to be the one to approach him, to need him. And tonight she did.

Would you look at that. Who knew he can still get excited at the thought of a girl visiting his room.

After sending his room details, he changed into comfortable clothes. He tidied up his room and after a few minutes, he heard a knock on his door.

He pushed his hair up and cleared his throat. He went to the door to open it revealing.. Kiriyama. He was holding a plastic bag with takeout boxes in it. 

“You said two dinner sets?”

Nagumo blinked. Oh yeah, he told Karuizawa they will have dinner. They were supposed to eat together, not eat each other. Preparing his room made him forget all the pretense he had.

“Ah yes, thank you. I’ll transfer the points.”

Kiriyama handed him the plastic bag and went his way. Nagumo set the food on the table, removing them from the original packaging and putting them in ceramic bowls and plates.

He was placing the chopsticks when his doorbell rang, and when he looked at the monitor, he was greeted by a blushing blonde girl.

He pushed the call button to tell her he’s letting her in. Another minute later he heard a knock on the door. This time he’s relieved to see a cute anxious girl standing in front of him instead of Kiriyama.

“Come in. Just place your shoes here, then take a seat.”

Karuizawa did as she was told, despite the little voice in the back of her head telling her to run away and leave.

“I also liked what you were wearing last time, but that’s a cute dress.”

“T-thank you..”

“Are you okay with coffee or green tea? I haven’t been refilling my groceries much since I’ll be leaving soon. I can buy you another drink if you can wait.”

“Oh, you don’t need to. Green tea’s fine.”

“Then wait for a bit.”

While he was preparing drinks in the kitchen, Karuizawa glanced around the room. It was neat and tidy, not as much stuff as her room but not as empty as Kiyotaka’s. She thought the soccer ball pattern on his bed sheet was cute. The smell of food improved her mood a little. 

Nagumo emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray with their drinks. He set it on the table then sat beside Karuizawa. Not across her but beside her. She raised her brows as she turned to look at him, to which he only smiled in response. 

“Let’s eat before it gets cold.”

Karuizawa held the pair of chopsticks given to her. They ate in silence, and she found the food to be comforting. He didn’t say anything to get her to talk. He didn’t ask what made her call him—only smiling kindly whenever their eyes met.

If she’s being honest, she was suspicious of him. She thought maybe he’s just plotting another scheme to expel Kiyotaka. Or maybe he’s after her body. But the way he looks at her reminds her of Hirata and she feels safe.

“Thanks for the food. I should wash the dishes,” she offered after they finished their meal.

“What are you saying? I can’t let you do that.”

“But I’ll feel bad just going home after eating. You won’t even let me pay for it.”

“Then, shall we do it together?”

They cleared the table and brought the dishes to the sink. 

“You can wear this, or do you want to get wet?”

Nagumo handed her an apron, but she was startled with the way he phrased it.

“I mean that’s a cute dress after all.”

“R-right.”

They stood side by side in front of the sink, with the boy washing the dishes while the girl wipes and puts them away. The sound of running water was soothing, washing away any awkwardness that was there at first. Sometimes their shoulders would brush against each other. Sometimes she would ask him where to place a certain item. After a while, she was humming while they continued with the chore. 

“Are we newlyweds? ” he chuckled.

She instantly turned red and froze. It was almost comical. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I just haven’t done this with anyone else before,” he explained. 

Come to think of it, it was the same for her. It was either her or Kiyotaka washing the dishes, but never together. That guy thought it was inefficient.

“It’s fine. I was just surprised,” she replied. “I also thought it was like a movie scene,” she giggled.

“You’re finally smiling. I’m relieved.” He continued washing the dishes as he spoke. “You’ve had your brows furrowed since you came in. You had a wrinkle right.. here.” He touched the middle of her forehead, smearing bubbles on it. 

“Hey!”

She glared at him but the bubbles remained on her forehead. It was not threatening at all. 

He couldn’t even fake an apology. He just laughed louder, his low voice vibrating in the room.

Grumpy about being made fun of, she grabbed the wet sponge and threw it on his face, with more force than she intended.

Splat!

It landed flat on his nose before falling onto the floor.

For a moment there was silence, and she was afraid that she went too far. But when she was about to say sorry, he sneezed due to bubbles getting into his nose.

It was her turn to cackle this time, with one finger pointing at him and a hand holding her tummy. She even patted her thigh a few times as small tears formed in her eyes.

When he recovered, he coated both of his hands with soap and bubbles. She realized what he was up to so she ran to the other side of the kitchen, holding out her hands to tell him to stop, and yet she still couldn’t stop giggling.

He chased after her as their laughter continued to fill the room, like two little children who were finally allowed to play after being grounded.

She continued to try to dodge him, but it was a small kitchen and soon she was caught by the waist, shrieking. She wriggled and tried to push his arms away to break free. He held her wrists and spun her around before pinning her to the wall, blocking her escape. 

For a while they continued to laugh in this position, and sometimes she would still try to push and escape but he would grip her wrists tighter and they would laugh some more.

About a couple of minutes later, their laughter have begun to die down but they are both still smiling and panting. They stared at each other as they both tried to catch their breath, and they realized the proximity of their bodies.

Her face was red from laughing while his nose was red from sneezing. Their hearts were beating fast, partly because of the chase, partly because of something else entirely. They are still panting, but slowly the smiles faded from their faces. Their gazes shifted from each other’s eyes to each other’s lips. The playful atmosphere from earlier was replaced by something more sensual, more intimate.

He lowered his face and inched closer to hers. She held her breath. They felt each other’s warmth. Their lips brushed ever so lightly when they were rudely interrupted by a phone call.

“Ah! I need to answer that!”

Hesitantly, he let her go and she scurried away while wiping her hands and wrists with the apron. She grabbed her bag inside the room and reached for her phone, noting that it’s now close to curfew.

“Hello?”

“Did I wake you?”

“No, I haven’t slept yet.”

“...”

“What is it?”

“I thought you were not feeling well, that’s why you wanted to rest. Are you feeling better?”

“Y-yeah! I’m all better.”

“That’s good. By the way, I can’t go to school with you tomorrow. Horikita and I need to discuss something before the class starts so we will leave early and head to the student council.”

“Can’t I go with you?”

“You’re not needed there. We will share the details with you, Kushida, and Hirata later on. There’s no point for you to tag along.”

Karuizawa felt a punch in her gut upon hearing that she is not needed. A logical part of her brain tried to tell her that her boyfriend didn’t mean anything bad with it, but with so many unanswered questions about their relationship, it was hard to listen to reason. She felt weak to her knees and she found herself sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Still, you and Horikita have been spending too much time together lately. Do you really have to be with her early in the morning too?”

There was a pause from the other line and she instantly regretted speaking her mind.

“You and I go to school together everyday. It’s just one day that I’m telling you I have to be somewhere else.”

“I understand, but—”

“We can have a date in the afternoon to make up for it. That should be enough, right?”

Kiyotaka still spoke in a monotonous voice, like it was just another exam where he had to give the correct answer to every question. She wanted to complain, she wanted to be angry. But she was afraid that it would give him more reason to stay away. 

“N-no, it’s okay. You don’t have to do that. You and Horikita are just helping the class. Sorry for being unreasonable.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind going out after classes.”

“That’s fine. You’ll have to wake up early so you should go home right away to rest. Oh that’s right, you should sleep now so you can wake up on time.”

“Ah. You should also take a rest.”

“Mm, good night, Kiyotaka.”

Nagumo had finished washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen by the time the call ended. Although he could only hear Karuizawa’s side during the phone call, it was not hard to fill in the details of their conversation. The same depressed look she had when she first arrived was back on her face, if not worse.

He sat on the same bed, a few inches beside her, then placed a hand on her back.

“Are you okay?”

His question only received silence as reply. It seems she was putting all of her effort into stopping herself from crying and breaking down.

What kind of unreasonable girlfriend is she. What an ungrateful bitch after her boyfriend saved her so many times. She continued to berate herself, denying that it was well within her right to be dissatisfied.

“Kei?”

She was pulled out of the downward spiral of her thoughts by someone calling her name. When she turned to look, she was met with eyes full of concern. When he cradled her cheek with his palm, she bursted into tears and started sobbing. He pulled her into an embrace, her shoulders shaking as she wept.

She continued to cry for a few more minutes, unable to articulate what’s wrong. Unable to pinpoint what exactly was off in their relationship—she just knows it has been for a while. Probably since the beginning, but she was too in love to see.

He continued to rub her back as he felt his shirt dampen from her tears. When her sobbing eventually turned into quiet sniffles, he pushed her gently, just enough so they could face each other. He brushed the hair strands sticking on her face and wiped the remaining tears with his thumb. He cupped her face with both of his hands and just looked at her, looked at those wet purple eyes full of uncertainties.

“Should I let you throw another sponge at me?”

Her eyes widened for a second, then she snorted. She smiled, albeit weakly, thankful that she is not alone in this moment. He then pinched and pulled both sides of her cheeks, surprising her.

“Mochi. Are you a mochi?”

He kept stretching her cheeks, widening her smile. It hurt a little. When she tried to remove his hands, he pulled those cheeks closer to his face and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

It happened too quickly, and he’s back to smiling at her again. That was the second time that their lips have touched, and she was puzzled not only at how easily he does it, but at how easily she’s letting him. How she can’t find it in herself to be upset after the fact. It was as if him kissing her was the most natural thing to do. Her cheeks reddened both from getting pinched and the kiss.

“You’re still wearing an apron, you know?”

Saying this, he let go of her cheeks to snake an arm around her waist. He untied the ribbon, loosening her apron, but for some reason it felt like he was stripping more than that. She shivers at the thought. 

After removing the apron from her neck, he kissed her again. And again. Nothing too sexual. Barely lasting a second. Just little pecks. Repeatedly. Just small. Light. Fluttering. Kisses.

“S-senpai, I should go,” she managed to speak in between kisses.

“It’s past curfew,” he answered as he kept kissing.

She finally stopped the onslaught of kisses by placing a hand on his lips.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Coz you’re pretty,” he replied between the gaps of her fingers. “And you’re not crying.”

He nibbled at the fingers touching his lips while keeping his eyes glued into hers—daring her to remove them, daring her to leave.

Her heart raced. She was confused. She felt guilty. She felt tricked. 

But she stayed.

But.. she let him.

Let him lick her fingers. Let him suck her fingers. 

Every swirl of his tongue is making her feel tighter to her core and she wonders.. How would that feel in her mouth? What if he sucks her nipples the way he’s sucking her fingers? What can that tongue do to her pussy? 

She gasped at the thought, surprised that she can imagine herself doing it with anyone other than her boyfriend. She felt guilty, yet she also felt aroused.

Nagumo pulled her by the wrist and dove in for another kiss. Gentle but lasting kiss. Then he used the tongue she was so curious about. He didn’t go wild with it. Just licked her lips lightly, stroked her own tongue slowly.

He’s a patient man. He waited for her. He wanted to make sure she would not have an excuse when the deed is done. She must want to do it with him. She must want him. 

He didn’t wait long. She rolled her tongue with his, moved her lips to deepen the kiss. She was nervous and trembling, sure. But she’s doing it nonetheless.

That was his green light to delve deeper into her mouth, swallowing her gasps as the sweet little kisses from before became rough and demanding. 

She felt his hand slide under her dress and her eyes fluttered, the sensation of his rough palm resting on her soft thigh made her bite his lower lip in an attempt to gain some control.

Maintaining the kiss, he pulled her onto his lap. He rubbed both of her thighs and she locked her legs around his waist. He used more of his tongue, making her moan, and soon she was grinding on him.

His lips moved down to her chin, her neck, her sexy collarbone that caught his attention since that day at the cafe. He licked the sensitive area, pleased with the sweet scent of her perfume and the faintly salty taste of her sweat. He pulled down her sleeves and lowered the top of her dress. His hand roamed on her back and confidently unclasped her bra while she continued to pleasure herself with his hardened tent.

She couldn’t believe she’s doing this. She didn’t know her body was this weak to pleasure that she could get this worked up with someone she doesn’t even love. A shiver ran through her spine as she felt her nipples getting sucked into his warm and wet mouth and she raked her fingers through his hair. She hissed when he suddenly bit her nipples but soon it was replaced by his tongue flicking on it. 

Oh yes that naughty tongue of his!

Like this, she cradled his head with her breasts while her hips continued humping on him, feeling herself get wetter with every move. She shouldn’t be doing this. This man is not her boyfriend. But her body was moving on its own.

Sucking a nipple, he reached into his pocket to pull out a condom. If he did it just a few minutes earlier, she might have realized that he had it all planned. But right now, she was too horny to notice. His hands worked to lower his pants and put the condom on.

She helped him pull down and remove her underwear. A part of her wanted to believe this was all just a dream, that she is not committing any sin. Her heart raced as he aligned his cock on her slit.

Any hope she had of this not being real was shattered the moment Nagumo’s cock slid inside her when she sat down. It was just too hard and hot to deny. She got red in shame at the realization of what she just did, and she covered her face with her hands while her walls continued pulsing around his cock.

He couldn’t help chuckle at the sight before him. How could she get embarrassed now after all that grinding? Maybe it’s not that big of a mystery why Ayanokouji is still with her. This is just so entertaining.

“Kei..”

She flinched at the sound of her name and peeked through her fingers. She was met with eyes filled with lust and want. He held her by the waist as he continued to speak.

“Sorry I couldn’t help myself. You’re just so tempting.” He grabbed her ass when he said the last part.

She lowered her hands when Nagumo apologized. Was it really his fault when she didn’t do anything to try to stop him?

“Do you even know where you are? Do you recognize me?”

“N-nagumo-senpai.” She nodded while still blushing. 

How come she’s acting all shy when she’s sitting on his dick? He’s so gonna eat her up.

“That’s right, you slut, ” he breathed as he leaned close to her ear.

Her eyes widened at being called such, shocked at the sudden shift of his voice. Before she could say anything, he raised her ass to slide almost his entire length out before slamming it back down and thrusting up into her, making her whine. 

“See? You sound just like a slut.”

She wanted to deny it, yet she felt her insides gripping into him, so maybe he wasn’t really wrong. The warmth and concern she saw in his eyes were long gone, replaced by the hungry gaze of a predator. 

“You liked that? Call me by my first name and I’ll give it to you again.”

He’s just too full of himself, isn’t he? She glared at him, she may have brought this upon herself but she will not just let him humiliate her. But with her tits out and her legs open while her dress is all bunched up around her waist, it wasn’t working that well.

“Or do you want to stop?”

Her heart raced at the question. Does she want to stop? She should. That’s the right thing to do. She’ll tell him to fuck off, get dressed and walk out of his room. Yeah, that’s what she’ll do. 

“M-miyabi..”

What?

“Good girl.” Nagumo thrusted into her again and soon set a pattern that got him groaning himself. His gloomy kouhai got himself a good bitch.

Has she really lost control of her body? There’s still that little voice at the back of her head saying this is a mistake, but her moans of pleasure were louder.

Isn’t this wrong? Isn’t this cheating? She’ll think about those later, coz how can she think about it now when he’s fucking her brains out?

“Say it again. Who’s fucking you right now?” He asked as he continued hitting her sweet spot.

“Mi-Miyabi! Ah!” She answered like an obedient slut while riding his dick.

“Hmm..Again!”

“Miyabi!”

“Again!”

“Miyabi! Miyabi!”

This is fun, he thought. He fucked her harder and her tits were bouncing on his face. She’s either screaming his name or moaning senseless and he likes it. He likes the sound of their bodies slamming and the bed squeaking. He likes her digging her nails on his shoulder and throwing her head back—looking for something, chasing for something.

He knows exactly what it is. Grabbing her firmly on both sides, he picked up the pace. He’s feeling good himself, eyes closed and brows furrowed as he kept rolling his hips up to her.

She’s almost there. She arched her back in anticipation, pushing her breasts into his face.

More.

She’s getting louder. She kept bouncing on his lap shamelessly.

So close.

She felt him suck hard on her nipple. Felt him hit that good spot one more time. Ah—

There.

She wrapped her arms around his neck while her walls clenched around his cock. She groaned, panting while he continued to fuck her good.

He’s also making sounds now. Low and lewd. His voice vibrating along with her shivering body. His thrusting became irregular until he slammed it hard for the last time and held her hips down as he came.

They stayed like this for a bit, savoring the last waves of pleasure before reality takes over. They remained tangled in this small room where they shared their heat. Their sin. Their beginning. 

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Chapter Text

TIMESKIP

Karuizawa POV Karuizawa’s room

<I’m meeting with Class B students in my room. We can hang out tomorrow.>

I received a text from Kiyotaka canceling our indoor date. Again. 

With Ichinose-san? I typed but did not send. What’s the point? He knows I’d hate it so he will either lie to me or make up an excuse about how he’s not doing anything wrong.

<Okay!>

That’s all I sent instead. He never tells me what those meetings are about. After a while I got tired of asking. In the end, nothing has changed. I’m still the same loyal dog who’s supposed to obey orders without questions.

I received another message. What else is he gonna say?

<See you at the swimming class tomorrow.>

I smiled at the new message I received, which was not from Kiyotaka. I guess I’m not exactly the perfect girlfriend either.

We’re having a joint swimming class tomorrow where the third year classes are matched with second year classes. Our class was matched with Miyabi’s. It was a simple swimming race, no one will be expelled. But it’s a chance for the classes to catch up on some points. 

Ever since that night in his room, Miyabi and I have been regularly meeting each other in secret. I feel comforted whenever we’re together. He makes me feel wanted, and I don’t need to be careful of what I say or do.

I can act upset or annoyed without the fear of being thrown away. I don’t need to pretend to be okay.

If other people heard about this, they might say that I should just break up with Kiyotaka if I’m no longer happy with him. But a maiden’s heart is complex. I am still in love with him. Desperately so. Yet I am yearning for more, and Miyabi fills that. Without expectations. Just enjoying our time together.

<I’m gonna skip. It’s hard to hide my scar when changing clothes.>

<But I wanted to see you in your swimsuit. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.>

Mou.. This is bad for my heart. How can he just say something so lewd so easily?

Hmp! A womanizer like him must be used to it.

<You’ll have other girls in swimsuit clinging onto you anyway.>

Did I sound jealous? Well, it’s true anyway. I bet he won’t notice me in a pool full of girls in swimsuits.

<Don’t be like that, Kei. I really want to see you tomorrow. Show it to me please?>

He wants to see it that much? This pervert. But somehow, it makes me feel happy. Mou, I’m feeling hot again. I can’t help but reach down to my lady bits and play with myself. Just as I thought, I’m already wet down there. I wonder if Miyabi is also touching himself right now while thinking of me? I wanna see him. Maybe it won’t be so bad joining the swim class tomorrow. 

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Ayanokouji POV Swimming Pool Area

“You’re not skipping?”

“That.. I thought I should help the class more.”

It’s true that skipping classes may cause deduction to our class points. But Kei being Kei, no one dares to call her out even though she often misses swimming classes. I understand it’s because it’s hard for her to change clothes when hiding her scar. The fact that she is willing to make a sacrifice might be a sign of growth.

Is that really it?

I have noticed some changes in Kei lately. She used to complain and ask all the details when I had to meet with someone of the opposite sex. Sometimes I even had to make up for it by taking her out on a date or buying her a gift.

But nowadays she just lets me. She doesn’t ask any questions. There was even a time when I canceled our date without giving a reason but she didn’t even ask why.

One might suspect loss of interest when their partner acts this way. But she’s still a spoiled and clingy girlfriend whenever we’re together.

Then, can this be considered growth? Has she simply become more understanding towards her partner?

We were told to warm up to prepare for relay swimming where the fastest swimmers of Horikita’s class will compete with Nagumo’s. Kei removed her rashguard and folded it on the bench.

Perhaps it’s because she rarely joins the swimming class, but seeing Kei in a swimsuit is getting the attention of some boys. Even I, who has seen her naked many times, find something captivating with the way her swimsuit is hugging her curves despite fully covering her assets. It’s a shame she hates wearing it.

“Even if she’s your girlfriend, you shouldn’t ogle at her too much.”

Nagumo walked towards us with three other girls tagging along. When he got closer, he addressed Kei. 

“I can’t blame him. You look cute in that swimsuit, Kei.”

Nagumo does not hesitate to call girls by their first name so I am not surprised by this. Kei flinched and looked away after hearing Nagumo’s compliment. Was she scared? She knows he has caused me a lot of trouble in the past so she might find his presence intimidating.

“Are you here to ask for a match for the relay swimming, senpai?”

“Nah, this would be even more meaningless than the last. I just came to say that I’m keeping my promise to help you.”

He’s referring to the time when he told me he will help me fall in love. I’d like him to explain how exactly he is helping me but we can’t discuss it here.

He smirked as he looked back at Kei, eyeing her up and down before speaking again.

“Well, that’s it. Have fun in today’s class.”

He left us after that and I turned my attention to Kei. I admit I haven’t been giving her as much time lately. Maybe we can have a bit of fun for today.

“Why don’t we play in the water for a bit?”

She followed me to the pool. She commented on the temperature then we started swimming and playing, but not too much to gain attention.

After some time, other people were getting busy with their own games or preparing for the race. I went near Kei and cupped her sex under the water.

“W-w-what are you doing?” She immediately turned red. 

“Don’t make a fuss. I’m just touching you a little.”

I rubbed her slit over her swimsuit and drew circles around her clit, sometimes pressing on it. I’ve been curious about having public sex but I will not risk being penalized for it. Under the pool, however, some groping can be done. Even if someone suspects something, it should be easy to deny. 

Kei managed to stay quiet and aside from the occasional squirming, she didn’t have any obvious reaction to indicate that we’re doing some naughty things under water. I squeezed her ass a few times before we were called to start the eliminations for the race.

I told Kei to go home with me later after classes and she nodded. I don’t know what it is but something’s different today. It’s been a while since I got excited for our indoor date but right now I am looking forward to it.

___

Our class won in the race which earned us some class points. When swimming class ended I stayed behind for Kei. She waited for the others to leave before changing into her uniform. While I was waiting outside the girls’ lockers, Nagumo approached me.

“I’m sure you want some answers. Why don’t we talk about it after class?”

“I already made an appointment with my girlfriend.”

“So cancel it.”

I did not respond to this. I was looking forward to our indoor date, but we can postpone it I suppose. My curiosity about whatever Nagumo is plotting got the better of me. He must have understood it as he did not wait for my answer. 

“Go to the third year dorms after class.”

He left after saying so. I’ll have to tell Kei about the change of plans. I hope she won’t get too upset.

Kei was blushing when she came out of the changing room with a giggling Satou behind her.

“Ayanokouji-kun, I didn’t expect you to be that possessive. Just make sure to leave those marks where clothes can cover them.”

Marks? 

“Maya-chan!”

“Got it, got it. Oh, I’ll have to go ahead. See ya, lovebirds!”

Kei walked beside me and we left the pool area. I’ve always been careful not to leave bruises on her to avoid unnecessary attention. Although people may assume that we’re doing intimate things as lovers, I make sure not to leave any physical evidence that can be used against me.

Is it possible that I went overboard and didn’t notice?

“Sorry. Can we move our date? Something came up.”

“Oh. I see.. ”

She looked disappointed but didn’t say anything else. Her phone made a sound indicating a new message. Upon checking it, her cheeks turned rosy pink and she looked like she was suppressing a smile. It was so subtle that other people would miss it.

“Something good happened?”

“Ah, no, Maya-chan just won’t stop teasing me.”

I guess it does make some people happy when they are marked by the person they love. It can be perceived as a declaration that you belong to that person. Perhaps it’s not so bad to do it from time to time, I find myself thinking like this.

We continued to walk side by side, talking about the results of the race. Strangely, it reminds me of how I felt when we were still starting our relationship. The excitement of getting to know your lover—I feel the same thrill in seeing these new sides of Kei and surprisingly, of myself. 

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3rd Person POV Nagumo’s room

“So what did you mean with that?”

“Come on, why don’t you take a seat first. You really want to go back to your girlfriend soon? Or did you have an appointment with another girl too?”

“I just don’t feel comfortable staying in senpai’s room after saying you’ll make me fall in love.”

“You—”

Nagumo frowned at the younger man’s deadpan remarks. The brat sure knows how to get into his nerves. The classes have finished and the two of them were inside his room.

“Whatever. We’re still gonna have to wait for the other person anyway so sit where you like. I’ll make us coffee.”

“Someone else is coming?”

Nagumo did not even bother to answer his question and disappeared to the kitchen, boiling water to prepare their drinks. 

Ayanokouji sat at one corner of the bed. He noted that the room was screaming Mr. Popular Guy save for a plushie toy on his bed. It’s the kind that girls would hug while sleeping or watching a movie, at least that’s what his girlfriend does. He wouldn’t be surprised if it belongs to one of Nagumo’s harem.

“You know from where I am, I can see you clearly sitting on the bed,” Nagumo suddenly announced from the kitchen. “But at this angle I am totally out of your sight, right?”

Ayanokouji was intrigued at what the other man was insinuating. Nagumo should know that a sudden attack would not work on him. Besides, it would be counterproductive to declare it before attacking.

He waited for Nagumo to explain what he meant—both at helping him fall in love, and his vantage point from the kitchen. However only silence lingered until Nagumo returned with their drinks.

“Who are we waiting for?”

“You’ll ruin the surprise. I texted them right after the swimming class finished, they said they’re coming so just sit tight. Now tell me, where do you plan to go after high school?”

They spent the next few minutes talking about the future and drinking their coffee. Nagumo tried to know about the other’s plans while Ayanokouji kept his answers vague. It was all just to waste time. Nagumo knew he had nothing to gain with his questions but it’s amusing to see how the younger man answers without giving too much information. Even casual conversation between them is a battle, and once again he laments on how they are not in the same year to have more chances to challenge each other.

By the time they were about to finish their drinks, the doorbell rang. 

“I’ll let them in. Why don’t you bring these back to the kitchen? And you may wanna stay by the counter for a while.” Nagumo smiled, gesturing at the cups they used.

Ayanokouji understood that it was the spot he was referring to earlier, where he could have a view of the bed from the kitchen but remain unseen himself. He knew that whatever Nagumo wanted to show him was supposed to shake him up, but he doubts it will. Still, curiosity got the best of him.

He brought the empty cups to the kitchen and stayed there quietly, while Nagumo pressed the button letting the new visitor go up to the floor and soon they were knocking on the door, which was followed by the sounds of someone getting inside and removing shoes. Who could this person be that they had to wait for?

“Did you wait long? I wanted to take a shower before coming here.”

“Not at all. That’s another cute dress you’re wearing.”

They were still out of view as they were in the entryway but Ayanokouji recognized that voice. He was surprised that it was Kei who went inside Nagumo’s room, but still puzzled at what was the point of all this. If he intends to tell her that Ayanokouji does not love her, it would be easy to either deny it or just end things then and there. Either way it would not interfere with his plans that much.

“Ho? You also said that last time but you were so rough in removing it that I lost one of the buttons!” Kei pouted while crossing her arms. 

“Can’t help that you look better without them.” Nagumo breathed in her ear as he held her waist. “I wanted to have my way with you earlier in the lockers during swimming class.”

“Is that why you had those girls hovering around you?”

“Hey, you can’t be jealous when you were the one doing naughty things underwater with your boyfr—mp!”

Kei shut him up by pressing her lips on his. 

“Don’t remind me of him. I came here to forget.”

She went for a more passionate kiss after saying so, her tongue tasting the coffee from his mouth. 

Nagumo lifted her by the ass and she wrapped her legs around his waist as their kisses became more intense. He led them to the bed where they helped undress each other between kisses.

Ayanokouji concealed his presence as he watched it all unfold before him. Was he jealous? Was he angry? He wasn’t sure yet, but he knows he doesn’t like it. He made sure that Kei would be his most loyal pawn after being a strong host for her. The realization that she has been going behind his back to be with Nagumo just didn’t sit right with him.

“I missed you, Miyabi.. Hn..” Kei purred as he showered her with kisses on her jawline, her neck, until finally resting on the valley between her breasts where he dragged his tongue upwards.

“H-hey, don’t leave too many marks. My friend noticed when I was changing..” She complained underneath him.

“I see. It’s because you’re so cute I always wanna eat you up!” He said while twisting and pulling both of her nipples, making the girl below him squeal, before massaging both breasts in his palms.

He let go of one breast only to replace it with his mouth. He pushed his right thumb in her wet slit while he licked and sucked one nipple and fondled the other one with his left hand. Mercilessly attacked on all three erogenous zones, all she could do was squirm and grip the sheets and let out breathy moans as she melted.

His thumb explored her lower parts, switching from thrusting in her hole to rubbing her clit then back to the hole. More of her fluids came out the more he played with it, and his teeth teased her tit making her whine and close her eyes.

When he felt her walls pulsing around his thumb, he let go of them all—breasts and cunt—and she whimpered at the loss of heat. Meanwhile he stood up, his naked cock leaking with pre-cum, as he admired the meal in front of him. Disheveled golden hair, blushing face with dilated eyes, hardened pink nipples, and twitching wet pussy in between her oh so soft thighs.

He stepped aside, both to grab condoms from his dresser and to give Ayanokouji a view of his horny girlfriend from the kitchen. He knows he is watching and if he is concealing his presence this much then that must mean he intends to see through the end of the show.

What a view indeed. Ayanokouji can see her trembling cunt glisten from how soaked it is. As much as he is pissed that she can get this hot and bothered with another man, he could not help the tightening of his own crotch as he watched her.

“Do you think of him when we do it?” Nagumo asked when he climbed back to the bed, slipping the condom on.

“I-idiot! It’s not like that..” She turned her head to the side before she continued. “You guys feel different.. And.. I love him.”

Ayanokouji’s eyes widened at her response, surprised more of himself being pleased upon hearing this rather than at the answer itself. This, however, was short-lived as she spoke again.

“But.. I need you, Miyabi.. I’m gonna be so lonely without you. Please make me yours..”

“How greedy. Get on all fours, I’m gonna fuck you like the bitch you’ve become.”

Kei, who has learned over time that Nagumo’s dirty talk meant he’s getting excited, eagerly got on her hands and knees, raising her ass to him, expecting to be fucked senseless like she’s always been when they’re together. She didn’t mind looking like an animal in heat, she already feels like one. 

“Ow! W-why..”

She was shocked when her obedience was rewarded with a slap on her ass. Her buttcheek immediately got red with the impact. Without getting an answer to her question, she felt his slimy tongue stroke her pussy making her entire body tense at the contrasting sensations of pain and pleasure.

Ayanokouji watched her shake her hips to meet more of Nagumo’s tongue, and listened to her moaning how good it was. He’s always thought of inflicting some pain while having sex with her, but he was too concerned of the bruises getting seen, too focused on trying to be a model boyfriend in order to learn affection.

No, he did not look away when Nagumo positioned himself to align his cock to her cunt. He watched his cock disappear into her as he pushed his hips, his cheating girlfriend making louder and vulgar sounds the deeper he went.

If only he had the rationality to look in the mirror right now, he would realize that his face is showing a myriad of emotions. If he took his time to look within himself, he would have known that a bright raging red color has spilled all over his blank canvas.

But alas, he was too focused on what he was seeing and what he was hearing. To be fair, they were pretty hard to ignore. 

“Whose cock is inside you now, Kei?” Nagumo grinned as he grabbed her waist and kept thrusting into her.

“Ha.. Miyabi.. Miyabi is fucking me..” She managed to answer in between her moans.

“That’s right. Shit, you’re really clinging into me. What a bitch.” His breathing was becoming more audible the more he was rocking his hips. “Say it. Say you’re my bitch.”

“I’m.. bitch.. hn.. I’m.. Miyabi’s bitch!”

She gave up long ago. She’s accepted how dirty and immoral she’s become. It doesn’t matter now. Miyabi will be graduating soon while the distance between her and Kiyotaka keeps growing.

She’ll be alone and abandoned again. So why would she deny herself this brief moment of bliss, when she swears she’s seeing heaven every time they’re committing this sin that would send them to hell?

“Fuck me more.. Fuck me.. Fuck me harder..”

Seeing her lose herself, Nagumo set a rough pace making the bed creak. Her boobs kept swaying with every push and pull, while her ass cheeks quivered every time they got slammed onto his crotch. 

As she was getting closer to her high, he slowed down, yanked her ponytail up, making her sit on his lap. He adjusted their position so that they are sitting on the edge of the bed, Kei’s back leaning on his chest, her toes barely touching the floor as Nagumo kept bouncing her up and down his lap.

She arched her back and closed her eyes, mouth wide open moaning and screaming as each powerful thrust made her insides feel hotter. When Nagumo stroked her clit on top of that, she knew it’s only a matter of seconds before she reaches her climax.

The sound of footsteps getting closer snapped her out of her trance and she opened her eyes, which were met with the cold glare of a monster she was not familiar with. The darkness in those eyes was no longer empty, it was filled with hatred.. envy.. pain? 

“N-no.. no.. Oh my god—Ah!”

She tried to stop the impending climax, but it was too late. Lightning struck her, sending electric vibrations throughout her body and she was weak, oh so weak, that she could not do anything but plead with her eyes while the rest of her being reveled in ecstasy, unapologetic for getting drunk in euphoria, and it was all that the man under him needed to keep thrusting into her until he found his own release. 

Ayanokouji watched her spasm while staring straight into her eyes where he saw guilt and pleasure mixing together, while his own gaze was accusing her, scolding her. 

As soon as she regained some of her strength, she pushed herself off Nagumo and knelt in front of Ayanokouji, still flushed and naked and panting, hugging one of his legs, mumbling “I’m sorry” and “Don’t leave me” repeatedly.

He turned on his heel, shaking her off his leg, and for a moment her heart dropped. But Ayanokouji walked towards her scattered clothes and underwear then threw them at her.

“Fix yourself up. We’re going home.”

She wasn’t sure if she heard him right, but she didn’t dare ask him to repeat it. Instead she hurried to the bathroom, clothes in her arms, cum dripping on her inner thighs every step she took.

When the bathroom door closed, he turned his attention to Nagumo who stood up, slipping the condom off, looking smug.

“That’s an interesting look you’ve got.” Nagumo said, throwing the used condom in the trash can and picking up his boxers, unconcerned that he is stark naked in front of the younger man. “I told you this before but, you really have some loose screws, Ayanokouji.”

“Yet you still touched my property despite knowing that.” His eyes carried the same killing intent that he had when he faced off with Nagumo back on the island, only this time it was no longer a bluff. 

“Hey, I was only keeping my promise.” Nagumo replied, undaunted, as he wore his boxers.

“I don’t see how this helped me learn about love.”

“Were you expecting love to be a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest? Did you want to blush in embarrassment when she kisses you on the cheek? Want butterflies in your stomach, Ayanokouji?” Nagumo asked those questions in a mocking tone, not really expecting an answer.

“If you’re saying that this is love, then I think you are more ignorant of it than I am. I simply dislike getting betrayed.”

“Yet you’re telling her to go home with you.” Nagumo immediately replied, unimpressed. “Tell me, don’t you just want to tie her up in a bed and punish her? You never thought of locking her up so you’re the only one who can bully her? You fool around with other girls but still expect her to be waiting for you to return, coz you want proof that she’s never gonna leave no matter how deep in the darkness you go. Am I wrong?”

Pleased that the other man could not refute, he continued. 

“Who’s to say that is not love?

“And my desire to steal her from you, who can say that it’s not out of affection?”

Ayanokouji was a few seconds away from punching him in the face. He’ll be goddamned if he had to listen to anymore of his rhetoric. 

The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped him out of his thoughts, and he noticed that aside from getting dressed, Kei managed to wash her face and straighten her hair.

He grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her towards the entryway to wear their shoes, not bothering to say goodbye to Nagumo. Just before they could leave, he heard Nagumo say one last thing.

“Twisted people like us can only have the twisted kind of love. Remember that, Ayanokouji.”

Nagumo watched the couple leave his room, then picked up the rest of his clothes and pulled the sheets off his bed. He had a lot to clean up yet he was smirking as he did the chores. It does feel like he accomplished something big today, and the rest of his high school days may not be as boring as he thought.

Several students witnessed Ayanokouji drag Kei towards the second year dormitory, yet no one dared to stop or question him due to the dark aura he was emanating. Kei winced at the pain from his grip on her wrist and she was sure that it was going to leave marks but she obediently followed, trying to keep up with his pace.

Ayanokouji led them to his room and without even removing their shoes, he threw Kei on the bed, who cowered as she expected to be punished yet at the same time thinking she’d rather be here than anywhere else in the world.

Ayanokouji has always been curious. He escaped from the White Room to experience the outside world. He wanted to learn about human emotions and even prayed that he would someday feel them too.

Today he discovered that he could. Today he felt a lot of emotions.

..And realized he did not like any of them.

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