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Yo!
Before proceeding, just a thing to note, all characters are at least 18 years old in this story, they’re in a university rather than high school. and a fair warning, this story is more erotic and perverted than it is plot.
So if you’re good with that, welcome, and if not, I highly suggest not reading this as its more crack and ero than what you’d be comfortable with.
On a different note for those who’d like to stay.
This story does follow canon but only vaguely, so some events would be ignored, some would happen, and others would be a different take on it.
We’d also have some new major/minor events. So if you canon fanatics, this story is also not for you.
Now, please enjoy.
Start:
Kiyotaka Ayanokōji, twenty years old and entering the first day of his new life at the prestigious Advanced Nurturing University (ANU), stood quietly on the crowded morning bus.
Through the window, he watched as familiar streets blended into an unfamiliar horizon, his reflection hazily flickering against the glass. After five long years spent under Matsuo's gentle mentorship—years in which he had learned deeply about ethics, morality, kindness, and empathy—the young man felt quietly hopeful yet uncertain about the experiences ahead.
He recalled Matsuo’s soft-spoken wisdom, steadying his nerves as he prepared himself mentally for whatever awaited at ANU.
Around him, the crowded bus vibrated softly beneath his feet, its passengers murmuring quietly amongst themselves, each absorbed in their personal worlds. Kiyotaka glanced around briefly, quietly observing the fresh faces of his new peers.
His gaze settled briefly on one student in particular—a tall, strikingly handsome young man who held a handheld mirror with such poise and elegance that it seemed almost comedic.
The youth's long golden hair shimmered in the morning sunlight, each strand meticulously placed to perfection. With gentle, practiced movements, he adjusted his hair, completely absorbed in self-admiration.
Kiyotaka watched him silently, a subtle amusement tugging at his features as he briefly considered what Matsuo might say about such blatant narcissism.
It was pretty funny.
As the bus rolled to its next stop, the doors hissed open, and a wave of fresh sunlight spilled into the aisle. Moments later, a delicate voice chimed softly through the morning murmurs, effortlessly capturing attention:
"Excuse me, could I get through, please?"
The voice belonged to a stunningly beautiful girl who stepped gracefully aboard, her mere presence immediately drawing the eyes of nearly every passenger. Her dirty-blonde hair cascaded down around angelic features, framing wide, deceptively innocent eyes and a flawlessly sweet smile. Yet it wasn't merely her face that captivated as she walked past gawking strangers who gave her room.
Her university uniform strained enticingly over an outrageously voluptuous figure, emphasizing huge round breasts that pressed visibly outward, wide feminine hips, and a massive, plush ass that bounced and wobbled with each step she took, somewhat noticeable even with her skirt concealing her bottom.
It went without saying, but anyone who’d see her skirt flutter due to the wind and was behind her, would feel utmost happiness.
Finding no vacant seats as she walked and moved around, the girl moved further inside, gently brushing past other passengers until she stopped just ahead of Kiyotaka, her presence momentarily captivating him.
He quickly shifted his eyes away, silently scolding himself for being distracted, reminding himself of Matsuo’s gentle teachings of respect.
At the next stop, an elderly woman boarded, her frail, trembling hands grasping tightly at a nearby pole. As she struggled to remain upright, her thin body swaying dangerously with the bus's rhythmic movements, the passengers around her awkwardly pretended not to notice.
Watching, Kiyotaka could only offer his condolences.
He’d have honestly offered her his seat had he been sitting. Alas, the only thing he could do was offer silent support.
Quite the transformation he had underwent in the past years.
When the white room had temporarily shut down when he had been fifteen, his…father, though certainly not deserving of such a title, had sent him to Matsuo who looked after him in the next five years or so.
Kiyotaka had changed much since then.
As the masterpiece of the white room lost himself in nostalgia. It was then that an impatient office lady stepped forward and directed her attention towards the handsome, blonde-haired youth elegantly seated nearby.
“Excuse me, young man,” she addressed him firmly, her tone edged with barely concealed annoyance, “you're sitting in a priority seat. There's an elderly woman clearly needing to sit down. Don't you think you should offer your seat?”
The handsome youth paused briefly, turning his elegantly sculpted face slowly toward the woman, an amused smirk dancing across his lips.
“Hmm?” He tilted his head theatrically, inspecting her as if noticing her presence for the first time. “Ah, my dear madam, you misunderstand entirely. While it's true this seat is designated 'priority', surely I am equally deserving. After all, my comfort and mental state contribute directly to the betterment of our society as a whole.”
The office worker stared, mouth slightly agape, disbelief etched clearly on her tired features. “What on earth are you talking about? She's elderly; you're young and clearly healthy!”
He chuckled softly, shaking his head in an elegant gesture of mild disappointment. “Yes, precisely. Healthy and young, therefore fully capable of using this seat to optimal societal benefit. Think logically: If I'm at ease, relaxed, and rejuvenated, will not my potential to positively influence the world far exceed that of someone whose prime contributions are likely behind them?”
The woman blinked rapidly, clearly caught off guard by the outrageous logic. “Are you serious? Can't you see she's struggling just to stand? Have a heart!”
“Oh, I assure you, I have a heart—one full of compassion and foresight. But tell me, madam, don’t you see the passengers around me not also possess a seat? Could you not, equally, ask them the same? Priority seats are just seats. These obligations you preach of is demanded from everyone, correct?” His voice was melodious, dripping with polite derision.
As though to further compound her agony, he then added. “Have you not noticed how none of them stood up despite that?”
His words stilled the woman, whose cheeks flushed deep crimson. Indeed, most passengers were now awkwardly averting their eyes, deliberately ignoring the entire exchange to avoid involvement. She opened her mouth to respond but faltered, suddenly unsure.
At this point, the beautiful blonde girl intervened gently, her soft voice easily cutting through the silence. "Please," she said sweetly, turning her bright red eyes toward the seated youth, "I understand your reasoning, but surely, just this once, you could show kindness and offer your seat?"
Her earnest, innocent plea rippled warmly through the bus, and several passengers nodded silently in agreement, touched by her gentle sincerity. Yet the youth merely laughed softly once again, gracefully shaking his head.
"Your kindness truly is charming," he praised her gently, "but kindness, you see, is a gift any person here might bestow—not merely myself. Might I suggest you persuade someone whose importance and comfort are less integral to society’s grand tapestry?"
With his polite refusal evident, the girl's smile faltered slightly before she turned her attention elsewhere, softly requesting another passenger relinquish their seat instead. Finally, embarrassed by their collective silence, another passenger stood reluctantly, allowing the elderly woman to gratefully settle herself.
Having resolved the situation, the girl returned to her original standing position, directly in front of Kiyotaka, a soft sigh of relief leaving her delicate lips.
Suddenly, the bus lurched violently forward, tires slamming into an abrupt pothole with a deafening jolt.
The blonde girl emitted a startled, adorable squeak as she lost her balance, her petite body thrown backward with helpless momentum. Before Kiyotaka had a chance to brace himself, her enormous, plush ass—soft, pale, and outrageously thick—collided powerfully into his groin, smothering him utterly beneath its overwhelming softness.
Her absurdly huge cheeks completely enveloped his lower half, molding intimately around his bulge and pressing deeply against him in a humiliatingly erotic instant. The tremendous, doughy mass jiggled and wobbled heavily against him, bouncing seductively from the force of impact, practically swallowing him in the dizzying warmth of her impossibly voluptuous curves.
Kiyotaka’s cheeks flushed deeply, embarrassment racing through his normally composed demeanor.
Internally, he felt a familiar wave of resigned frustration—once again, his bizarre curse of attracting erotic misfortune had chosen the worst possible moment to manifest itself.
The girl’s angelic face instantly went crimson, mortified horror widening her eyes as she pulled herself forward, immediately detaching her massive ass from his thoroughly overwhelmed crotch. Her skirt fluttered slightly, her thick cheeks wobbling noticeably as she spun quickly to face him, trembling with embarrassment.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I'm so, so sorry!” she squeaked shyly and loudly, face flushed deeply. Her delicate hands fluttered anxiously, smoothing her skirt down over her massive curves, desperately trying to regain composure. “I—I didn’t mean—I'm really, really sorry!”
Kiyotaka took a quiet breath, steadying his embarrassment, his voice calm despite the internal chaos. “It’s alright. Please don't worry about it,” he reassured her softly. His outward neutrality masked the deeper awkwardness he felt within.
Now despite having learned to be truly kind and empathetic in the last five years, able to have feelings and being capable of sympathy and pretty much growing a consciousness, there was one thing about Kiyotaka that remained largely unchanged.
And that was the fact that he still struggled extremely to show emotions on his face.
He could feel them and with great clarity, but it was extremely hard for said emotions to be portrayed in his face. As such, he currently looked like an emotionally dead fish, someone who was just so dead and bored with life.
So much so that even what happened just now, didn’t affect him externally, though internally it very much had.
The girl offered a shy, sweet smile, eyes cast downward in apology. "You're…really kind," she whispered bashfully. "Thank you for being so understanding."
Outwardly, Kushida remained the very picture of gentle innocence. Yet beneath the flawless, angelic mask, her internal world had erupted into a comedic, utterly furious maelstrom of humiliation, rage, and overwhelming disgust.
‘I hate him. I hate him so much. I HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE HIM!’ her mind screamed in hysterical fury, her thoughts looping chaotically with exaggerated disgust.
Her thoughts didn’t end there. ‘This worthless, shameless, horrible, disgusting pervert just pressed his filthy crotch into MY PRECIOUS ASS! My perfect, flawless, beautiful, incredibly massive ass! How dare he!? How dare this nobody, this utterly bland-looking creep, humiliate me so completely!?’
She discreetly glanced up at his face again, eyes flickering venomously behind her innocent facade.
Look at him, standing there calmly, like nothing happened! Like this means absolutely nothing to him! What is he, some kind of emotionless robot? Did he enjoy it? Ugh, of course he did—men are all disgusting freaks. He probably planned this entire thing from the moment she had stepped onto this cursed bus!
Her fists clenched subtly at her sides, knuckles white with restrained fury, even as she shyly nodded her head at his calm reassurance.
‘Just you wait, you perverted expressionless freak. I’ll never forgive you for this humiliation. Never! I’ll make you pay—I’ll destroy your stupidly calm life! I'll embarrass you a thousand times worse than you embarrassed me today, I swear it!’
Would she expel him? absolutely not.
That was being too merciful and she had a lot of pain and hatred and sheer utter agony to inflict upon him.
Oblivious to the hilarious extent of her internal rage, Kiyotaka merely stood quietly, feeling slightly guilty despite knowing he had no control over the incident.
Finally, mercifully, the bus rolled gently to a halt, arriving at the impressive entrance to ANU. Students began shuffling toward the exit, eager to escape the awkward tension lingering in the air.
Quickly stepping away, Kushida hurried to disembark, desperate to put distance between herself and the source of her exaggerated rage and humiliation. Her massive, outrageously thick rear wobbled heavily beneath her skirt, the doughy flesh rippling hypnotically as she stepped down onto the sidewalk.
Kiyotaka quietly followed after her, stepping out into the sunlight. Despite himself, his gaze drifted downward, subtly captivated by the immense, mesmerizing sway of Kushida’s incredibly fat butt. Even after the humiliating accident, he couldn't entirely dismiss his appreciation of such overwhelming softness and seductive bounce.
Ahead, Kushida moved quickly, maintaining a perfect mask of gentle innocence, yet silently fuming beneath.
With quiet resignation, Kiyotaka sighed softly, hoping the rest of the day at ANU would be far less eventful than this unfortunate first encounter—utterly unaware of the hilarious yet dangerously potent vendetta now silently brewing against him.
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After the assembly, Students gradually filled Classroom 1-D, quietly shuffling into seats as hesitant whispers and soft laughter echoed throughout the spacious lecture room. Kiyotaka stepped calmly through the door, momentarily pausing to assess his new environment before slipping unobtrusively toward an empty seat near the rear.
The classroom buzzed gently with nervous first-day energy. Small clusters formed, each student quietly gauging one another, uncertain yet hopeful.
Kiyotaka himself felt calm curiosity, quietly observing these initial interactions with subtle interest.
University life promised new relationships, challenges, and opportunities—precisely the type of experiences he had prepared himself to embrace during his five years under Matsuo's gentle mentorship.
Settling comfortably into his seat, he glanced briefly toward his right, noticing a composed, dark-haired girl silently arranging textbooks and stationery with meticulous precision. Her black hair fell smoothly past her shoulders, framing a sharp, reserved face.
Her expression remained cold, seemingly detached, projecting an unmistakably solitary aura. He recognized her faintly from the bus ride earlier; she had been sitting quietly to herself, unnoticed by most passengers, absorbed in her thoughts. It seemed they would now be neighbors, seated quietly side-by-side.
Near the middle row, Kiyotaka spotted the strikingly handsome blonde youth from the bus.
He was seated casually, reclining with relaxed elegance, carefully adjusting his long golden hair using his handheld mirror.
His self-absorption appeared undiminished, earning him both curious and mildly annoyed glances from nearby students, yet he remained serenely indifferent to their attention.
Kiyotaka observed him briefly, mildly amused by the student's exaggerated narcissism, though he quickly shifted his gaze elsewhere, careful not to linger too long on any individual.
His attention shifted forward, casually scanning other classmates without dwelling heavily on anyone in particular. While he recognized the beautiful blonde girl from earlier standing among a group of chatting students, he purposefully avoided letting his eyes linger.
Memories of their embarrassing collision still quietly lingered, but he reminded himself to move beyond such incidents—focusing instead on calmly preparing for the upcoming homeroom.
As time passed, his observant gaze casually drifted across the classroom, noting subtle details most students were entirely oblivious to.
His attention sharpened as he began to detect multiple tiny surveillance devices subtly hidden throughout the room—not only tucked discreetly within ceiling corners but cleverly concealed behind certain areas that would make it extremely difficult to detect.
How very interesting…
While most students would never realize these devices existed, Kiyotaka quietly cataloged their locations, instantly aware of their true purpose: the university intended close observation of student behaviors, interactions, and perhaps even choices over time.
Before he could further dwell on the subtle implications, the classroom door gently opened, effortlessly commanding the attention of every student. A striking woman stepped inside, immediately quieting the remaining murmurs as she walked before standing at the lectern.
Sae Chabashira calmly surveyed Class 1-D, unaware or uncaring of her beauty mesmerizing most of her class.
Her face was stunningly flawless, and beautiful, framed by bangs of her dark brown hair that was untouched by the ribbon that caught most of her hair into a ponytail. Her delicate, pink, moist lips parted subtly. Her nose was button shaped, nestled between delicate cheekbones.
Beneath gracefully arching brows, almond-shaped brown-hued eyes peered calmly out, their profound depths veiled by lush sensual lashes.
A full ten out of ten in the face department.
Yet that wasn’t the only thing about her that drew wonders and awe.
Her body too was responsible—curvaceous and outrageously feminine—that inevitably drew lingering gazes from students around the room. Her professional attire, a neatly pressed blouse coupled with a snug pencil skirt and sheer black pantyhose, valiantly struggled to contain her incredibly generous proportions.
Her chest pressed visibly forward, the massive, rounded curves of her ample breasts stretching the fabric so tautly it seemed ready to burst free with each subtle breath. The blouse dramatically tapered downward, hugging a remarkably slim waist before widening again to accommodate her lushly curving hips.
But unquestionably, it was Sae’s thighs—her astonishingly thick, lavishly plush thighs—that utterly captivated Kiyotaka, and everyone else too. Her thighs were not merely full; they were absurdly, indulgently, obscenely thick. Smooth, dark pantyhose clung desperately to their overwhelming softness, every subtle movement sending gentle ripples through the luxurious flesh.
Sae cleared her throat gently, her rich, velvety voice finally slicing cleanly through the thick silence that permeated the classroom.
“Good morning, Class 1-D,” she began smoothly, voice steady and reassuringly confident. “My name is Sae Chabashira, and I will be your homeroom teacher for the next three years.”
She paused deliberately, allowing the significance of this long-term relationship to sink quietly into each student’s consciousness. Her eyes, intelligent and quietly expectant, slowly swept across the room, briefly holding each student’s gaze before calmly continuing.
“Before we proceed, there is something very important I must explain clearly—something you must understand carefully and completely.” Her voice softened slightly, adding subtle weight to her carefully chosen words.
“As of today, each of you has received an allocation of private points deposited directly into your university-issued accounts. To put it simply, one private point is equivalent to exactly one yen.”
Instantly, excited whispers rippled through the room, students eagerly tapping their phones to confirm their sudden wealth. Yet Sae waited patiently, poised and serene, allowing their brief moment of excitement before gently regaining their attention.
“These points are your currency within ANU,” (ANU as in: Advanced Nurturing University) she continued softly, her voice quietly inviting their imaginations to wander freely.
“You may use them to purchase anything—” she lingered intentionally, emphasizing the word with subtle intrigue, “anything you desire within this campus. Food, clothing, books, electronics, entertainment, luxury goods, even personal services. Essentially, if you possess sufficient points, your possibilities here are nearly limitless.”
Her voice resonated seductively, subtly encouraging fantasies of opulence and indulgence. The classroom buzzed gently again, imagination ignited by her enticing promise. Yet Sae, composed and patient, paused expectantly once more, her soft gaze quietly scanning for even one student willing to question her deliberately ambiguous explanation.
However, disappointingly, none did.
Students remained blissfully unaware of the subtlety carefully woven into her words, simply accepting the news of their newfound wealth at face value.
A barely perceptible flicker of disappointment passed momentarily through Sae’s striking eyes, quickly concealed as she calmly continued her speech.
"Nevertheless, this freedom comes with considerable responsibility. Your choices and spending habits with these points directly reflect your worth as individuals and collectively as Class 1-D. While you currently have considerable freedom, managing these points wisely will be critical to your experience here."
She then added. “You might wonder how these points were determined. Simply put, they reflect the university’s assessment of your worth—as individual students and collectively, as Class 1-D.”
Her phrasing immediately piqued Kiyotaka’s analytical instincts. He carefully dissected each word in his mind, quietly noting the subtle ambiguity:
Sae never explicitly guaranteed monthly allocations, never directly stated how frequently points would be granted. Yet the implication was so carefully veiled, so delicately crafted, that most students naturally assumed recurring monthly deposits without question.
Only Kiyotaka seemed quietly aware of her subtlety.
Sae waited hopefully again, silently inviting questions with her subtle expectant gaze. Yet once more, the room remained silent. With a gentle sigh of resignation, low and barely audible, she gracefully stepped away from the lectern, preparing to exit.
“"If there are no further questions, this will conclude our introductory homeroom session today.” She concluded smoothly before adding. “As your homeroom teacher for the next three years, I look forward to seeing how each of you decides to use your points,” she offered quietly, voice carefully neutral.
Every eye followed her closely as she gracefully moved toward the classroom door. Most were hopelessly drawn to her lower body, utterly captivated by the mesmerizingly seductive sway of her hips and thighs.
Her thighs—so unbelievably, absurdly thick—rippled softly with each step, plush flesh jiggling heavily within the sheer pantyhose, the thin fabric stretched visibly thin as it struggled desperately against the immense softness beneath. Her massive, rounded ass visibly strained her skirt, each hypnotic step causing the enormous cheeks to wobble sensually.
Captivating nearly every student helplessly watching.
Kiyotaka himself, despite quiet resolve, found his gaze subtly drawn to her spectacularly voluptuous curves, quietly mesmerized by the erotic dance of abundant flesh that silently promised impossible softness beneath thin fabric.
After she exited, quiet excitement immediately rippled through the classroom.
"A hundred thousand yen to spend however we want—this place is incredible!"
“I can’t wait to shop here!”
“Let me join you! the shopping malls are calling me.”
"Did anyone else think Chabashira-sensei was insanely beautiful?"
"Forget beautiful—did you see her figure? How can someone look like that and still teach professionally?"
Kiyotaka quietly listened to the casual chatter around him, calmly evaluating his classmates' reactions. Most appeared entirely consumed by immediate possibilities, clearly excited by their newfound freedom.
It was kinda disappointing that they did not realise her hidden intentions, but to be fair, it’s not like he bothered speaking up about it.
“Everyone, can you please listen to me for a moment?”
A clear, confident voice resonated gently through Classroom 1-D, immediately silencing the scattered whispers and nervous chatter. Kiyotaka turned his attention toward the speaker, observing him carefully.
The student standing up carried himself with the quiet dignity and charm characteristic of someone accustomed to leading others. His hair was neatly combed, and somewhat green in color, his eyes were sincere and open as he scanned the classroom.
"Starting today, we’re all going to be classmates," he announced with a calm smile, effortlessly radiating warmth and confidence. "Therefore, I think it’d be good for us to introduce ourselves and become friends as soon as possible. We still have some time until the entrance ceremony. What do you say?”
For a brief moment, the classroom fell into a stunned silence. Students exchanged hesitant glances, clearly uncertain about whether to engage with such direct enthusiasm. Then, from somewhere within the hesitant group, a voice broke through the silence:
“Agreed! After all, we still don’t know a thing about each other, not even our names!”
This encouragement shattered the initial apprehension. The room gradually filled with tentative nods and quiet murmurs of agreement, a subtle sense of relief spreading across the previously tense classroom atmosphere.
Reassured, the upright student smiled brightly and continued with ease, his voice becoming even friendlier. “My name’s Hirata Yousuke. Back in junior high, lots of people called me Yousuke. Feel free to use my first name! I guess my hobby is sports in general, but I especially like soccer. I’m planning on playing soccer here, too. Nice to meet you!”
As Hirata finished speaking, a wave of admiration rippled through the class. His introduction had been perfectly delivered, effortlessly blending sincerity and charm, and immediately establishing him as a central figure among his peers.
Near Hirata, a girl blushed brightly, unable to hide her obvious admiration—her eyes practically sparkling with enthusiasm as she watched him. she wasn’t the only one as numerous heart-shaped eyes popped up on the features of female students.
Hirata had, in mere moments, secured a significant level of popularity, likely becoming the linchpin around which class cohesion would revolve.
At the very least, that was the case among the females, how it was with the male students remained to be seen.
Hirata scanned the room again, smiling gently as he said, “Well then, I’d like everyone to introduce themselves, starting from the front. Is that okay?”
At the front row, a girl’s eyes widened in sudden panic as she realized she would be the first to speak. She hesitated visibly, nervously tugging at her uniform sleeves before slowly standing up under the weight of expectation.
“M-my name is… Inogashira Ko-Ko…” Her voice trembled noticeably, faltering to an immediate halt. The classroom watched her carefully, a painful silence stretching unbearably as she stood frozen, words seemingly caught in her throat. Her delicate features grew pale, and the soft blush of embarrassment deepened into a more profound anxiety.
Encouragement soon arose from various corners of the classroom, voices gentle yet unintentionally forceful:
“Do your best!”
“Don’t panic! It’s okay!”
Despite their intentions, these words had the opposite effect, visibly heightening Inogashira’s anxiety. Her slender shoulders tightened with tension, her fingers twisting anxiously in the fabric of her skirt. The silence intensified—five seconds, ten seconds, an eternity—and small, nervous giggles began to rise softly from somewhere behind her.
Then, from the far side of the room, a different voice gently offered reassurance. “It’s okay to go slowly. Don’t rush.”
This simple phrase changed the entire dynamic. The kindness in the words was genuine, allowing Inogashira the space she needed to breathe, to slowly find the calm necessary to speak again. She took several deep, shaky breaths, eyes still shyly fixed downward.
Finally, with a renewed but delicate confidence, she quietly resumed, "My name is Inogashira… Kokoro. Um, my hobby is sewing. I’m pretty good at knitting. I-It’s nice to meet you all."
Having successfully completed her introduction, Inogashira quickly sat down, her cheeks flushed deeply but her expression visibly relieved. A warm, supportive applause quietly emerged, acknowledging her bravery.
Following Inogashira was a boy who immediately sprang up, exuding energy and overly confident bravado.
“I’m Yamauchi Haruki," he declared proudly, grinning broadly. "I competed in table tennis during elementary school, and in junior high, I was the ace player on our baseball team. I was number four! I got hurt during the inter-high school championships, though, and I’m undergoing rehab now. Nice to meet you!”
Kiyotaka quietly observed Yamauchi’s introduction, puzzled by its unusual and somewhat irrelevant details. He quietly noted the contradiction—junior high students wouldn’t typically participate in inter-high championships. Yamauchi clearly seemed like the type who loved to embellish, easily caught up in his own enthusiasm.
And it seemed like he wasn’t the only one who had suspicions about Yamauchi’s claims.
Several deadpan and/or unimpressed gazes were sent towards the liar.
Ouch…
After Yamauchi sat down, the classroom’s attention naturally shifted again, drawn instantly to the next speaker.
She stood smoothly, exuding warmth and friendliness that immediately softened the classroom atmosphere. Her dirty-blonde hair, brightly framing her delicate features, seemed to glow gently under the fluorescent lights. Her smile, radiant and inviting, effortlessly captured the attention of her classmates.
“My name is Kushida Kikyou,” she began cheerfully, her voice sweet and clear. "None of my friends from junior high made it to this school, so I’m alone here. I’d like to get to know all of your names and faces right away and become friends as soon as possible!”
Kushida spoke with an effortless sincerity that captivated the entire class. Her earnest expression and welcoming eyes silently encouraged trust and openness.
“My first goal is to become friends with everyone," she continued warmly, her eyes sparkling with genuine excitement. "So, after we’re finished with introductions, I’d love for you to share your contact information with me!”
Kushida finished brightly with…"So, after school or during vacations, I want to make all sorts of memories with lots of people. Please feel free to invite me to lots and lots of events! Anyway, I’ve talked for a long time, so I’ll end my introduction here."
The room erupted into warm applause, clearly charmed by Kushida’s bright presence. Kiyotaka quietly acknowledged her apparent popularity, mentally noting how effortlessly she had already become a central figure among their classmates.
The introductions continued until it was finally the turn of a student sitting near the back, who scowled openly at Hirata when prompted. His red hair immediately marked him as rebellious, and his sharp, aggressive gaze seemed to challenge the entire class.
“What, are we a bunch of little kids or something? I don’t need to introduce myself," he snapped, his voice low and confrontational. "People who want to do that can go ahead. Just leave me out of it.”
Hirata gently replied without losing his composure. “I can’t force you to introduce yourself, of course. However, I don’t think getting along with your classmates is a bad thing. If I’ve made you uncomfortable, I apologize.”
Girls nearby murmured irritably, casting annoyed glances at the defiant student.
“Isn’t it fine to introduce yourself?” one girl sharply asked.
“Yeah, yeah!” another quickly chimed in, clearly supportive of Hirata.
The red-haired student stood abruptly, eyes flashing defiantly. “Shut it. I don’t care. I didn’t come here to make friends.”
Several students immediately followed his lead, rising and walking defiantly out of the classroom.
Among them was the cold-looking girl seated next to Kiyotaka, who quietly glanced at him before exiting. Hirata, left standing alone at the front, briefly showed a hint of loneliness despite his composed expression, watching quietly as they left.
“They’re not a bad bunch,” he murmured softly, mostly to himself, but loud enough for those nearby to overhear. His eyes were slightly downcast, guilt flickering in their depths. “It’s my fault. I was being selfish and made people uncomfortable.”
“No way!” Kushida quickly interjected, her voice brimming with genuine kindness. Her vibrant, innocent eyes fixed warmly upon him. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Hirata-kun. Let’s just leave those guys be, okay?”
Her encouragement quickly lifted the mild gloom, and Hirata’s expression brightened slightly, relief settling over him like morning sunlight dispersing shadows.
With the tension somewhat diffused, introductions cautiously continued among the remaining students, laughter and casual chatter gradually returning.
Ike Kanji stood abruptly, his playful, mischievous grin immediately capturing everyone’s attention. He raised a hand dramatically, clearly eager to be noticed.
“I’m Ike Kanji!” he declared exuberantly, eyes gleaming with exaggerated confidence. “I love girls, and I hate pretty boys. I’m currently in the market for a new girlfriend! It’s nice to meet you! All the better if you’re a cutie or a beauty!”
A brief silence filled the room, uncertain and awkward. Several girls cringed visibly, expressions twisting subtly with revulsion, clearly uncertain whether he was being serious.
“Wow. You are so cool, Ike-kun,” one girl said dryly, her voice dripping sarcasm, completely emotionless. Her blank stare silently emphasized the absurdity of his introduction.
“Seriously? Seriously?” Ike responded excitedly, completely oblivious to the blatant mockery. His cheeks flushed brightly, a goofy, hopeful smile spreading across his face. “Oh, man. I mean, I thought I wasn’t bad or anything, but…heh heh.”
Laughter immediately erupted among the girls, giggles spreading contagiously. Another teasing voice joined in, calling out mischievously, “Oh, wow. He’s cute, huh, everyone? He’s looking for a girlfriend!”
Ike merely chuckled good-naturedly, jovially embracing their teasing, clearly undeterred by the playful ridicule.
The next introduction belonged to the dramatically flamboyant Kouenji, whose arrogance and eccentricity had already become evident to many. The striking blonde student from the bus had returned his handheld mirror to his pocket and now leaned back in his chair with a practiced flourish, elegantly placing both legs atop his desk as though claiming dominance over the classroom.
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Hirata cautiously approached him. “Excuse me, Kouenji-kun. Would you please introduce yourself?”
Kouenji sighed dramatically, flipping golden bangs back from his handsome, aristocratic face with a graceful flick of his wrist.
“Hmph. Fine.” He smirked imperiously, his gaze deliberately focusing only on the female students, his eyes gleaming suggestively. “My name is Kouenji Rokusuke. As the sole male heir to the Kouenji conglomerate, I will soon be tasked with carrying Japan into the future. I sincerely look forward to making your acquaintance, ladies.”
Several girls whispered excitedly upon hearing about his obvious wealth, their eyes sparkling with undisguised interest. Others visibly recoiled, clearly unsettled by his eccentric behavior and blatantly selective attention.
He continued nonchalantly, his voice dripping with arrogant self-assurance. “Starting today, I will mercilessly punish anyone who makes me uncomfortable. Please exercise proper precaution to avoid that.”
Hirata shifted uncomfortably, visibly anxious. “Um, Kouenji-kun, what exactly do you mean by ‘punish’?”
Kouenji chuckled softly, eyes gleaming playfully yet dangerously. “Exactly what I said. For instance, I hate ugly things. If something ugly offends my sight, I would act accordingly.”
With a flourish, he flipped his golden bangs once again, leaving Hirata smiling awkwardly, clearly uncertain how to respond.
“Well then,” Hirata finally said, forcing composure into his tone, “time for the next person. Please introduce yourself.”
“Huh?” The word escaped Kiyotaka’s lips involuntarily, startling him from his quiet contemplation.
Already...
Dozens of eyes immediately turned his way, waiting expectantly. Calmly composing himself, Kiyotaka rose smoothly from his seat, his posture relaxed yet confident.
“Sorry about that,” he began, his voice steady and subtly appealing. “My name is Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. I don’t have any extraordinary talents or dramatic backgrounds, but I’m genuinely looking forward to getting to know everyone. Let’s all have a good time together, yeah?”
His delivery was simple, unpretentious, yet oddly charming, his calm gaze meeting several students warmly.
“It’s nice to meet you, Ayanokouji-kun,” Hirata replied earnestly, clearly pleased by the sincerity in Kiyotaka’s voice. “I always want to be friends with everyone, just like you. Let’s both do our best, okay?”
The class burst into warm applause, far more enthusiastic than Kiyotaka had anticipated.
Despite his internal discomfort at being the center of attention, he felt strangely reassured by their sincerity. Quietly, he retook his seat, content with how smoothly his introduction had gone this time.
End.
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It was pretty fun to write overall.
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Chapter 2: chapter 2
Chapter Text
Yo!
Chapter 2 over here.
Lets see what of funny erotic accidents occur here… MAUAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
Now, please enjoy.
Start:
The second morning in Classroom 1-D began quietly, students comfortably settling into routines. Kiyotaka Ayanokōji took his usual seat toward the back, calmly observing interactions, noting subtle shifts in the emerging class hierarchy. The atmosphere was peaceful, punctuated by soft exchanges as classmates greeted one another warmly.
However, tranquility quickly shattered beneath crude whispers from Yamauchi Haruki and Ike Kanji, seated a few rows back, their voices obnoxiously loud despite their attempts at subtlety.
"Dude, did you see Kushida’s body yesterday?" Yamauchi muttered excitedly, leaning forward with a lewd grin. "I mean seriously, those curves are ridiculous. How does she even walk around normally?"
Ike chuckled in response, leaning closer. "Forget Kushida—have you seen Karuizawa? Those thighs are insane!”
Their crude laughter easily reached the girls nearby, causing a noticeable stiffening among the listeners. Kei Karuizawa's shoulders immediately tightened as her golden hair whipped sharply when she turned, her glare venomous.
"Could you two creeps be any more disgusting?" Kei snapped angrily, her voice loud enough to freeze conversations around them. "No one asked for your perverted opinions."
The sudden silence drew everyone’s attention. Yamauchi paused briefly, momentarily stunned by Kei’s directness, before quickly regaining his smug composure.
"Oh please, Karuizawa-Chan" Yamauchi scoffed mockingly, leaning back with a cocky smirk. "Shouldn't you be happy we're even noticing you? With your attitude, it's a miracle anyone gives you attention."
Before Kei could respond, Satsuki Shinohara spun around sharply, eyes blazing angrily at Yamauchi and Ike. "Are you seriously proud of yourselves right now? Nobody wants to listen to your pathetic fantasies. Keep your gross thoughts to yourselves."
Ike's face twisted in irritation, his response swift and brutal. "Shut your mouth, Uglyhara. Nobody asked for the ugly girl's opinion. Jealousy doesn't look good on you. nothing does actually."
Uglyhara? A subtle twitch of the lips was enough to convey that Kiyotaka was amused if anyone had been paying attention to him.
He had to admit, it was kinda funny.
Shinohara's eyes flashed furiously, visibly shaking from the insult. "Ugly? Have you even looked at yourself, Ike? You wouldn’t have an actual shot with a girl even if you weren’t such a disgusting pig!"
The insult instantly triggered Ike, who shot up from his seat, slamming his hands aggressively onto the desk. "What the hell did you just call me, Shinohara?"
"I said you're a pig," she repeated, rising defiantly, her voice trembling but her gaze unwavering. "You're pathetic, Ike. No girl would ever go near you."
Yamauchi quickly stood beside Ike, angrily stepping closer to back him up. "Shut up, Shinohara! Ike's right—you're just pissed no one cares enough to even look at you."
Several girls around Shinohara gasped sharply, expressions shifting from discomfort to open anger. The tension in the classroom skyrocketed, crackling dangerously in the charged silence. Kiyotaka watched intently, silently noting how fragile the class's unity had suddenly become.
"That's enough!" Hirata Yousuke who had been watching nervously and hoping the aggression would stop on its own, quickly intervened, standing firmly between the two groups, raising his hands calmly. His voice remained steady, determined to restore order. "We're classmates. We shouldn't treat each other like this."
But Yamauchi turned sharply toward Hirata, eyes narrowing venomously. "Who the hell asked you, Hirata? Stop acting like you're better than everyone just because half the class has a crush on you!"
Shinohara’s eyes flashed again with indignation, her voice breaking with anger as she defended Hirata. "Don't drag Hirata-kun into this just because you're insecure! Maybe if you acted like half the man he is, you wouldn't embarrass yourself every time you opened your mouth!"
Yamauchi visibly recoiled at her words, rage flaring in his eyes as he turned aggressively toward her. "What the hell did you say to me?"
An understandable reaction, no man liked to be compared to another man in this kind of degrading manner.
"I said you're pathetic!" Shinohara snapped back fiercely, stepping forward confrontationally. "All you ever do is talk big, but you're just an immature coward!"
Girls around the room nodded fiercely, backing Shinohara openly. Maezono, normally quiet, now shot a disgusted glare at Yamauchi. "She’s right, Yamauchi. You're embarrassing yourself."
The boys around Yamauchi shifted uncomfortably, sensing their friend had crossed a line. Still, Ike stubbornly defended him, glaring defiantly back at Maezono. "Mind your own business. Nobody asked you!"
As the situation spiraled dangerously out of control, Kushida Kikyou quickly stood, her soft, earnest voice cutting through the chaotic tension.
"Everyone, please calm down!"
Her gentle plea immediately quieted the room, all eyes instinctively drawn toward her. Kushida’s warm gaze, filled with genuine concern, softened the aggression around her.
"Yamauchi-kun, Ike-kun," Kushida began gently, smiling softly despite the tension, "I understand you were just joking around, but words can hurt, okay? We all want to be friends here, don’t we?"
Yamauchi hesitated, visibly torn between stubborn pride and embarrassment under Kushida's earnest stare. Ike shifted awkwardly, clearly swayed by her calming presence.
Kushida then turned toward Shinohara and the other girls, her voice equally soothing. "Shinohara-san, Maezono-san, I know you're upset, but let's not let things escalate further. Fighting isn't going to help anyone."
Shinohara paused, irritation still evident, but she reluctantly nodded, her anger beginning to dissipate slightly beneath Kushida's calming influence.
"Yamauchi-kun," Kushida gently urged again, softly pleading with her eyes. "I know you're not trying to hurt anyone, right? Please, let's just apologize and move on from this."
Too much cuteness.
Naturally, Yamauchi’s posture deflated, shoulders sagging slightly under Kushida’s soft, persistent gaze. He muttered reluctantly, eyes downcast. "Fine. Sorry, Karuizawa. Sorry, Shinohara."
Kushida smiled warmly in relief. "Thank you, Yamauchi-kun."
Hirata relaxed visibly, giving Kushida a grateful nod as the tension finally began easing. Still, a lingering bitterness hung heavily around Yamauchi and Ike as they sank quietly into their seats, clearly embarrassed and unhappy.
Kiyotaka observed everything quietly, mentally cataloging how rapidly the class unity had fractured—and just how skillfully Kushida had managed to piece it back together.
She was quite good at playing peacemaker.
And Hirata too, though to a lesser extent.
Most likely he could be counted on with the girls, but when it came to calming the boys, Kushida was the best one for the job.
Kei slowly sank back into her seat, though not without one final icy glare in Yamauchi’s direction, irritation lingering but accepting Kushida’s diplomatic resolution.
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Kiyotaka walked quietly through the deserted university corridor, the faint echoes of his shoes against polished tiles breaking the rhythmic silence. His thoughts drifted, relaxed but attentive, distant sounds of ongoing classes providing gentle background noise.
Wrapped up in contemplation, he failed to register the soft, urgent footsteps rapidly approaching from the corridor's bend until it was entirely too late.
A sudden impact shattered the quietness, jolting him sharply from his thoughts.
"Oh—!" A sweet, startled gasp burst from soft lips, echoing softly around them.
Instinctively, Kiyotaka reached out, He steadied the figure in front of him, his hand landing firmly but gently on the slender curve of a woman's back.
At the same moment, slender, delicate hands shot out in blind panic, desperately seeking stability. One hand clutched tightly at his shirt near the side of his stomach, fingers trembling fiercely against the fabric.
Yet, by cruel, inexplicably intimate chance, the other hand reached lower, blindly and unintentionally seizing hold of the large, heavy shape at Kiyotaka’s groin. Her soft palm curled fully around his generously-sized balls, fingers reflexively tightening in startled panic, gripping with a strength born of pure, frantic instinct.
…
Kiyotaka's entire body stiffened sharply, a brief flicker of pain registering in his normally impassive eyes.
The tight, panicked squeeze of the woman’s soft hand around his sensitive flesh sent an involuntary jolt through his nerves, his muscles tensing automatically in response.
It was only his training and remarkable durability that allowed him to remain entirely composed despite the intimate pressure and discomfort radiating from her delicate but firm grasp.
For a moment, Ichinose was slightly dazed, eyes unfocused as her mind scrambled to catch up. Slowly, clarity began to return, and she found herself acutely aware of the situation: she was pressed close against a solid, undeniably masculine figure. She felt the warmth of his hand firmly supporting her lower back, his grip gentle yet steadying.
Her eyes traced upward slowly, taking in his calm, striking features—the sharpness of his jawline, the quiet intensity behind his dark, perceptive eyes, the color and style of his hair…
Handsome… he was handsome, very handsome actually. Ichinose concluded in her thoughts.
As she became more and more conscious, her breathing hitched slightly as her awareness sharpened further, with much greater clarity.
Her left hand was still clutched desperately at his shirt, fingers curled into the fabric near his stomach, trembling uncontrollably. But her other hand… her other hand...
Her brain short-circuited instantly, utterly failing to process what she was gripping so intimately. It repeatedly attempted to restart, to rationalize and understand the reality of the heavy, warm mass that filled her palm.
But each attempt collapsed into shocked confusion. Her thoughts looped chaotically, trapped in endless cycles of disbelief and denial, leaving her frozen, utterly unable to move, unable even to remove her fingers from around the astonishing shape she'd inadvertently seized.
Meanwhile, Kiyotaka watched her closely, mildly curious despite the mild discomfort radiating from her tense grip. He recognized the signs of someone struggling internally, her face betraying a fierce internal war.
Common sense suggested he should gently prompt her, break the awkward stalemate, yet he found himself strangely compelled to simply wait and observe.
Finally, Ichinose’s brain successfully reconnected, clarity returning like a thunderclap. Her eyes widened dramatically, a deep, vivid crimson flooding immediately across her delicate features. She stared upward at Kiyotaka, utterly mortified, and such was the shock that despite being aware that she was holding him by the balls.
Quite literally.
She still did not let go, such was her shock that she hadn’t even pulled away.
Simultaneously, she registered another mortifying truth: the balls she was holding onto were undeniably huge, far larger and heavier than she'd ever imagined possible. Scandalized thoughts flitted uncontrollably through her mind, further deepening her embarrassment until she couldn't bear it another moment.
"I-I-I… I d-didn't—I—oh, oh m-my—!" she stammered intensely, voice quivering uncontrollably in sheer humiliation. Her embarrassment made coherent speech impossible, the words tangling hopelessly as she desperately tried—and failed—to form a sensible apology.
“Do you plan to let go anytime soon?” Kiyotaka finally asked, withholding a pained wince from her tight grup.
That did the trick.
Ichinose instantly released her grip, her delicate fingers jerking hastily away from him. Trembling fiercely, she stumbled several feet backward, putting considerable distance between them as if terrified of repeating her mortifying mistake.
At the same time, she blushed so hard that crimson crept everywhere, from every inch of her face to the tips of her ears and to even her collarbone, and though neither could see it, even the pale complexion of her breasts turned pink.
It was the blush to end all blushes that stained Ichinose’s current physical state.
Now, with distance finally separating them, Kiyotaka fully saw the woman responsible for this unexpected intimacy.
Ichinose stood flushed and breathless, her lush strawberry-blonde hair framing a stunningly gorgeous face vividly colored by embarrassment.
Her expressive blue eyes were wide, shimmering vividly with shocked mortification; her plump, moist pink lips softly parted, trembling subtly, and her delicate, feminine features were accentuated perfectly by her gently curving jawline and porcelain skin, stained bright red from shame.
Was it healthy to blush this much?
Kiyotaka doubted that.
As his gaze drifted from her gorgeous face to below the neck, he took note of how her blouse strained enticingly around enormous, soft breasts. At the same time, her skirt hugged seductively around voluptuous hips and outrageously thick thighs, highlighting the thicc curves of her breathtakingly mature figure.
Ichinose continued stammering intensely, embarrassment reducing her voice to a fragile, uncontrollable series of squeaks and incomplete sentences, unable to settle on what exactly she should even attempt to say.
"I-I didn't—I c-can't believe—I—I-I'm so s-so s-sorry—!" she babbled desperately, voice trembling with overwhelming mortification, her slender shoulders shaking visibly beneath her embarrassment.
Before Kiyotaka could respond calmly to soothe her, Ichinose abruptly bowed deeply in desperate apology. The sudden motion sent her massive breasts plunging heavily forward, fabric audibly strained as it struggled desperately to contain their seductive weight, delicate lace beneath briefly visible, accentuating impossibly inviting curves.
Without waiting for his answer, Ichinose straightened swiftly and spun on her heel, fleeing down the corridor with desperate urgency.
As she ran away, Kiyotaka’s eyes immediately locked onto the irresistibly sinful sight of her skirt struggling to contain the impossibly plump, outrageously thick cheeks of her massive ass.
Each frantic step caused the enormous, doughy mounds of her huge shapely ass to wobble seductively, her thicc cheeks clapping audibly together in a rhythmic, hypnotic bounce that could arouse any soul in sight.
Clap
Clap
Clap
Left alone in stunned silence, Kiyotaka released a quiet, steadying breath, gradually relaxing his tense muscles, ignoring the residual ache left by the woman’s intimate grip.
But he couldn’t quell the pai-induced groan from having his balls be held so tightly, eyes closing in discomfort.
This was nowhere near what he had in mind for today’s list of activities to do.
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Time-skip: Hours later.
Lunch break was underway, and students had dispersed throughout the classroom, clustering into small groups or leaving altogether in search of food. A peaceful atmosphere settled briefly, punctuated by quiet murmurs and gentle laughter.
Kiyotaka sat quietly in his seat at the rear of Classroom 1-D, observing the calm interactions unfolding around him.
His thoughts drifted briefly, recalling the club announcement from that morning—how the cheerful voice had urged students interested in joining clubs to gather in Gymnasium No. 1 after classes. He had never participated in such activities before, but perhaps now was an opportunity worth exploring.
He turned slightly, eyes catching sight of his neighbor, Suzune Horikita, still seated at her desk. She appeared detached from the environment around her, meticulously reading through a textbook with an expression of cool indifference.
Yet, despite her aloofness, Horikita's beauty was stark and captivating. Her long, sleek black hair cascaded smoothly down her slender back, reaching her waist, a curtain of pure midnight framing her pale, flawless face.
Her features were sharp, refined, and strikingly feminine; a delicate yet firm jawline, thin expressive eyebrows arching gracefully over eyes of piercing depth—a captivating blend of reddish-brownish-purple.
Below those eyes, a petite, well-shaped nose balanced perfectly above soft, pink lips set in a perpetually neutral expression. Her body, beneath her neatly pressed uniform, was quietly enticing—a subtly athletic yet unmistakably feminine figure, lean but curved in just the right places.
Deciding to approach carefully—mindful of her typically distant demeanor—Kiyotaka spoke quietly, his voice calm yet carrying easily through the short distance between them.
"Horikita," he began evenly, prompting her to pause and glance up from her reading, eyes slightly narrowed in mild suspicion.
"What is it?" she asked coolly, her voice crisp, but not openly hostile.
"Are you planning to attend the club fair after school? It might be worth checking out, if you're interested."
Horikita’s brows drew slightly together in thoughtful consideration, though her guarded expression remained unchanged. She studied Kiyotaka briefly, assessing him with analytical eyes. Despite her clearly reserved demeanor, she didn't dismiss him outright, perhaps finding him less irritating than most classmates thus far.
"Club activities?" Horikita murmured softly to herself, her eyes briefly flickering toward the ceiling as she pondered the idea carefully. A quiet pause stretched momentarily before she finally returned her gaze to him, cold yet thoughtful. "I hadn't particularly planned on it."
"Neither had I," Kiyotaka admitted casually, voice neutral, gaze unassuming. "But it might be beneficial to see what's offered. At the very least, it'll give us something productive to do."
Horikita hesitated subtly, eyes narrowing slightly as she contemplated his reasoning, considering whether the venture held merit. Finally, she sighed quietly, resigned yet strangely intrigued by the prospect.
"I suppose there's no harm in looking," she conceded carefully. "Very well. I'll accompany you—but don't expect me to join any clubs."
"I wouldn't dare," Kiyotaka responded evenly, a faint ghost of amusement briefly touching his expression.
Horikita regarded him silently for another lingering moment before returning her gaze pointedly to her textbook, clearly signaling the end of their conversation. Accepting this quietly, Kiyotaka similarly refocused, allowing silence to return comfortably between them.
A few minutes later and classes resumed shortly afterward once the students had returned with Sae Chabashira stepping gracefully back into the room and reclaiming her place at the front of the class.
Her voice was calm, steady, and authoritative, effortlessly guiding students back to their studies.
Yet, despite her composed teaching, students’ attention wavered noticeably. Several spent the lecture idly scrolling through their phones beneath desks, discreetly checking social media or sending quiet messages to friends seated nearby.
Yamauchi openly tapped away at his screen, clearly immersed in some online game, seemingly unbothered by Sae’s occasional sharp glance in his direction. Others quietly chatted in hushed voices, exchanging whispered jokes or commentary, largely indifferent to the lesson unfolding before them.
Through it all, Kiyotaka watched quietly, noting the subtle shifts in behavior around him, yet remaining passive as the classroom continued its steady descent into casual distraction.
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Time-skip: Hours later
After class had ended, Kiyotaka and Horikita made their way toward Gymnasium No. 1, stepping inside quietly. Kiyotaka glanced around, noting the impressive number of students milling around the spacious interior, buzzing with excitement.
"There are more people here than I thought," Kiyotaka remarked calmly, voice neutral yet observant.
Horikita merely hummed in agreement, scanning the crowd coolly. "Nearly all freshmen, it seems. There's likely a hundred students gathered here. I'm surprised at the turnout."
They took a spot toward the back of the gymnasium, where they could quietly observe without attracting unnecessary attention. Horikita unfolded the club pamphlet she'd picked up earlier, skimming it with indifferent curiosity. Her expression remained detached yet attentive, betraying little of her inner thoughts.
Kiyotaka, meanwhile, glanced over her shoulder casually, noting the well-designed pamphlet filled with detailed descriptions of various club activities. After a moment, Horikita's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"I wonder if this school has any notable clubs—something famous, perhaps. Like karate, for example?" she questioned quietly, her voice carrying subtle curiosity rather than genuine interest.
Kiyotaka scanned the pamphlet briefly. "It looks like the clubs here operate at a pretty high standard. There seem to be a few athletes who've gained national recognition."
"Interesting," Horikita responded dryly. "Considering this school didn't strike me as top-tier in activities like baseball or ballet, that's somewhat unexpected."
"These facilities seem far superior to ordinary schools," Kiyotaka pointed out, noting the detailed descriptions and glossy photos in the pamphlet. "There's even equipment here that professionals might envy. Though, it seems there's no karate club listed."
"I see," she replied simply, her tone indicating mild disinterest.
"Were you particularly interested in karate?" Kiyotaka asked neutrally, glancing sideways.
"No, not particularly," she responded coolly, her gaze still fixed on the pamphlet.
Their conversation lapsed briefly as Tachibana stepped onto the stage, beginning the opening remarks. Soon afterward, club representatives lined up, ready to introduce their respective groups.
Horikita watched them impassively, though her eyes were analytical. "If you're interested in making a fresh start, perhaps you should join an athletic club. The judo club, perhaps? The upperclassman there seems encouraging enough."
Kiyotaka raised a skeptical eyebrow, glancing at the burly figure representing the judo club. "Encouraging? He looks more intimidating than anything."
Horikita's lips briefly twitched upward, almost imperceptibly amused. "He might surprise you. He seems passionate enough about his club, at least."
Their quiet exchange faded as the club representatives took turns introducing themselves. Then suddenly, Kiyotaka felt Horikita tense sharply beside him, her previously composed expression faltering abruptly.
He turned toward her carefully. "Horikita? What's wrong?"
Horikita remained frozen, not responding. She stared intently at the stage, her expression growing increasingly complicated—shock, uncertainty, and subtle anxiety flickered across her typically unreadable features.
Kiyotaka followed her gaze, noticing a student with a different air now standing on the podium, a slender upperclassman, roughly 170 centimeters in height, with sleek black hair, sharp glasses, and a distinctly calculating gaze. He stood before the microphone silently, his mere presence somehow commanding immediate attention.
Turning to his seat mate, Kiyotaka studied Horikita's reaction quietly, recognizing that something about the student on stage had clearly unsettled her deeply.
"Horikita," he tried again softly, voice calm yet quietly concerned, "is something wrong?"
She didn't answer him, almost as though she hadn't heard him at all. Her eyes remained locked onto the student, unwavering, focused with intense scrutiny. Kiyotaka decided not to push her further, understanding she likely wouldn't appreciate being pressed for answers. He waited silently beside her, allowing her the space she clearly needed.
In the meantime, there was no harm in paying attention to the upperclassmen on stage.
That upperclassman already caught his intrigue just by that posture and calculating look in his eyes. No doubt he had an essential role in their university life.
But what kind of role? That remained to be seen yet.
The student remained silent for an extended, uncomfortable moment, prompting murmurs and jokes from impatient first-years.
"Did you forget your notecards?"
"Are you drawing a blank?"
More taunts followed, but despite that, the upperclassman remained perfectly still, utterly unperturbed, his calm silence eventually quieting the restless students. Soon, an intense quiet gripped the entire gymnasium, an atmosphere charged with unexpected tension. Horikita watched him intently, not blinking, eyes narrowed with concentration.
…
…
It was quiet to the point of being eerie as more than half a minute had passed now without a peep.
Kiyotaka had to admit, he was pretty impressed with his senpai.
That kind of level of collectedness and cool was abnormal, even by white room standards.
Only after a full minute had passed, only then, had the student finally spoke, his voice steady and confident.
"I'm the student council president. My name is Horikita Manabu."
Kiyotaka glanced sharply at Horikita Suzune, instantly understanding her earlier reactions. She remained perfectly still, her expression inscrutable yet undeniably affected by the revelation.
Horikita Manabu continued calmly, voice authoritative yet smooth. "The student council is currently recruiting first-year students to replace our graduating third-year members. Although no specific qualifications are required for candidacy, we request that students considering joining are not actively involved in other clubs. We prefer candidates who can dedicate themselves fully."
He paused briefly, scanning the silent, attentive crowd before resuming in a soft, yet commanding tone. "Furthermore, we in the student council will not appoint anyone possessing naïve or superficial motivations. Such candidates are not worthy of representing our student body and would undermine this institution's reputation. It is our responsibility to uphold and enforce the school's standards, and we welcome only those who understand and share this viewpoint."
Without waiting further, Horikita Manabu stepped off the stage, his abrupt exit leaving the students stunned into silence. None dared speak as he departed, the quiet tension lingering heavily.
"Thank you all for coming," Tachibana quickly announced, easing the awkward silence. "The club fair has concluded. Interested students can now proceed to the reception area to sign up or gather further information."
The previous tension gradually dissipated, replaced by quiet chatter as students began moving toward various booths.
Yet Horikita Suzune didn't move, her posture rigid and unmoving. Her eyes still tracked her brother until he completely vanished from sight, her expression complex, filled with a mixture of confusion, intensity, and suppressed anxiety.
Kiyotaka, despite not being close to her, felt a bit of concern towards her, it was only due to recognizing that she needed space that he was torn between trying to say something or being quiet and leaving her be as she wanted.
Coming to a decision, he turned around, however, before he could step away, a familiar voice cut through the lingering tension, abruptly drawing his attention.
"Yo, Ayanokouji! Didn't expect you here."
Kiyotaka turned calmly to see Ken Sudou approaching, accompanied by Kanji Ike and Haruki Yamauchi. Sudou’s casual, open demeanor instantly dispelled the previous tension. Ike gave a friendly wave, but Yamauchi lingered behind, oddly sullen and distant.
"Oh, hey, Sudou," Kiyotaka greeted evenly. "Looks like you guys are getting along pretty well."
"Guess so," Sudou replied easily, grinning with casual pride. "These guys aren’t so bad."
Sudou’s ease around him wasn’t surprising given their unexpected encounter yesterday. After class had ended, Kiyotaka had stopped by a convenience store near campus, only to see Sudou fumbling at the register.
Evidently, he'd left his student ID behind, leaving him unable to purchase food. Witnessing Sudou’s frustration and embarrassment, Kiyotaka stepped forward quietly and offered to pay.
Initially hesitant, Sudou had ultimately accepted, grateful but slightly embarrassed.
They'd ended up sharing the meal outside the store, seated comfortably on a bench, chatting casually about their experiences at the university so far. Kiyotaka found Sudou surprisingly easy to talk to, his straightforward personality refreshing and enjoyable, especially as most students seemed wary or intimidated by Sudou's assertive nature.
However, their pleasant conversation had abruptly been disrupted by a trio of upperclassmen, who approached with clearly hostile intentions. They had rudely tried to intimidate the pair into giving up their seats, openly mocking Sudou and carelessly making disparaging remarks about him.
Without any visible reaction, Kiyotaka had subtly pulled out his phone and discreetly recorded their harsh comments. Then, quietly and calmly, he played the recording back for them during their attempted intimidation, startling the upperclassmen into immediate, panicked silence.
Realizing their words were captured, the upperclassmen hastily apologized, bowing awkwardly to Sudou as per Kiyotaka’s demand, and begging for forgiveness which they eventually received before retreating in humiliation.
That event was the deciding factor. Sudou, already impressed by Kiyotaka’s generosity and ease of interaction, especially considering that everyone else was always wary of him, had openly declared afterward that he considered Kiyotaka a genuine friend—a sentiment Kiyotaka accepted with full appreciation.
So yeah, they were friends!
To say that Kiyotaka felt accomplished was putting it lightly. And that was on his first day too!
Returning his focus to the present, Kiyotaka calmly nodded toward Sudou, acknowledging their newfound friendship once again.
“So, did you end up joining a club too, Sudou?”
“Yeah, basketball. Been playing it since elementary school, figured it’d be stupid not to continue now,” Sudou replied confidently, stretching his arms lightly overhead, clearly proud of his athletic prowess.
Kiyotaka nodded in understanding. Judging by Sudou’s build—lean yet powerfully muscled—it made perfect sense he'd excel in athletics, basketball especially suited him.
While their conversation continued, however, Kiyotaka couldn’t help noticing Yamauchi’s unusual behavior. The normally outspoken and jovial boy stood silently, his expression oddly wary, eyes flickering repeatedly toward Kiyotaka with open suspicion and hostility. It was puzzling, especially given they hadn’t exchanged a single hostile word before now.
Yamauchi’s gaze sharpened further, his posture growing increasingly tense, drawing Kiyotaka’s attention. Even Sudou noticed his friend's unusual demeanor, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"Oi, Yamauchi," Sudou interjected bluntly, voice slightly confused yet amused, "something bothering you, man? You've been glaring at Ayanokouji for a while now."
Yamauchi hesitated visibly, eyes narrowing further with conflicted emotion. His voice came out sharper than usual, tinged with unmistakable annoyance. "It's nothing. Just… don’t like him, is all."
His sudden hostility stunned the group, Sudou and Ike exchanging bewildered glances, clearly taken aback by Yamauchi’s uncharacteristic aggression. Kiyotaka himself remained calm, though mildly intrigued by the inexplicable hostility directed toward him.
Ike blinked in confusion, glancing from Yamauchi to Kiyotaka uncertainly. "Did something happen between you two? Why’re you suddenly pissed off at Ayanokouji?"
Yamauchi scowled, clearly uncomfortable yet stubbornly defensive. "Nothing happened. I just…don't trust him. That's all," he muttered sharply, voice edged with an uncharacteristic bitterness.
Sudou snorted dismissively, shaking his head in disbelief. "C’mon man, he’s not even said anything rude. What gives?"
Yamauchi remained stubbornly silent, glaring briefly at Kiyotaka once more before abruptly turning away with a huff, shoulders tense as he stalked off through the crowd. His unexplained hostility left behind an awkward silence, the three remaining boys exchanging puzzled glances, uncertain how to proceed.
"Sorry, Ayanokouji," Ike eventually muttered apologetically, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "Not sure what's up with Yamauchi. He's been kinda weird lately."
Kiyotaka shook his head calmly, unaffected. "It's fine. I probably just rubbed him the wrong way somehow without realizing it."
The conversation resumed afterwards, though Kiyotaka had noticed that Horikita was no longer around, he stayed behind and simply conversed here and there with Sudo and with Ike who was easy to get along with.
Overall, not a bad day if you excluded the fact that he got groped a few hours ago, even if accidently.
End.
I feel bad for Kiyotaka.
Although it was pretty hilarious to introduce Ichinose this way.
It was pretty fun to write overall.
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Peace.
Chapter 3: chapter 3
Chapter Text
Hello!
Good to see you all again!
I know you’re all excited for this chapter, I am too.
Let’s see what happens here.
MUAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Start:
Arriving early to class was unusual for Ike and Yamauchi, who typically managed to slip in just moments before the bell rang. Yet today, there they were, bright-eyed and surprisingly energetic. Ike, wearing a broad, mischievous grin, practically bounced into the classroom as he called out loudly to Yamauchi.
"Whew, man! I could barely sleep last night—I was so excited for today!"
Yamauchi mirrored his friend’s enthusiasm, cackling gleefully, eyes gleaming with wild anticipation. "Ha ha! This school is just the absolute best! I can’t believe it’s almost time for swimming lessons! And when I say swimming, I mean girls. And when I say girls—"
His voice lowered dramatically, yet remained distinctly audible throughout the classroom.
"—I mean girls in school swimsuits!"
His words hung in the air, the crude excitement dripping from his every syllable. The atmosphere shifted palpably; several girls visibly recoiled, cringing at the overt vulgarity. A small, disgusted murmur rippled among them, but neither Ike nor Yamauchi seemed to notice or care. Their minds were entirely occupied with their fantasies.
Kiyotaka quietly watched from his isolated seat, observing the disturbing enthusiasm of the pair with faint amusement. Even so, a mild discomfort settled upon him as he imagined the class descending into further chaos if their excitement got out of control.
He observed Yamauchi and Ike closely, idly wondering how the two might react if they ever discovered his numerous intimate accidents—each more outrageously erotic than the last—due entirely to his inexplicable curse. The image of Yamauchi and Ike’s faces twisted with envy and disbelief brought a rare flicker of amusement to Kiyotaka’s typically indifferent mind.
He imagined vividly how the two might react if they learned he had already felt a random female student, a very hot one at that, squeeze his balls or if they knew about Kushida's big butt pressed intimately against him due to a simple stumble.
Kiyotaka almost pitied himself for being the unwilling protagonist in such bizarre erotic scenarios. Yet, simultaneously, a twisted sort of humor filled him at the thought.
If only this ridiculous curse could be transferred, he mused. He vividly pictured Ike and Yamauchi falling dramatically to their knees in front of him, comically begging with tearful, desperate eyes, hands clasped pleadingly, voices trembling dramatically. “Ayanokouji-Sama, please bestow upon us your divine erotic misfortune!”
The imaginary scenario was almost entertaining enough to crack his eternally neutral expression.
Almost.
But he wouldn’t wish such horror on these women, it was bad enough that these erotic misfortunes were happening, but at least it was with him and not with Ike or Yamauchi. That was the bright side at the very least.
Wasn’t it?
Just then, Ike's voice interrupted Kiyotaka’s musings, sharply snapping his attention back to reality.
"Hey, Professor! Come here for a sec!"
"Uh, you called?" a chubby boy timidly responded, shuffling toward them. Sotomura—nicknamed “The Professor” for his apparent technological expertise—wore an expression of wary curiosity.
"Professor, can you record the girls wearing their swimsuits for us?" Ike asked shamelessly, voice filled with perverse anticipation.
Sotomura straightened slightly, eyes glinting as he adjusted his glasses dramatically. "Leave it to me. I'll pretend to be sick so I can skip class and observe."
“Record?” Okitani piped up nearby, looking intrigued. "What exactly are you guys planning?"
Ike turned toward Okitani, practically vibrating with excitement. "We're going to have Professor rank the girls based on their breast sizes. And if we're lucky, maybe he'll get some quality pictures on his phone, too."
Kiyotaka observed Okitani's face closely, noting how quickly the usually reserved boy became interested. Okitani eagerly leaned closer, his curiosity clearly piqued. "Seriously? You guys are placing bets?"
"Exactly!" Ike grinned, triumphantly slapping his hand down on his desk. "We've got probabilities and everything! Wanna join?"
Okitani hesitated briefly, then nodded quickly, clearly sold on the idea. "Alright, count me in!"
Ike practically cheered, pumping his fist triumphantly, drawing more curious stares from classmates nearby. The Professor eagerly opened up a detailed spreadsheet, the screen illuminating his face dramatically as if he were unveiling a sacred text.
"Alright, boys, gather around," the Professor said conspiratorially, adjusting his glasses with exaggerated seriousness. The atmosphere grew electric, the boys pressing closer, eyes shining with anticipation.
"As it stands, Hasebe has emerged as our number-one contender for biggest breasts in the class," the Professor declared solemnly, almost reverently. "Odds are currently at one-to-eight. Some names, admittedly, have longer odds simply due to lack of intel."
Okitani whistled appreciatively, eyes widening at the complexity of their system. "Wow, you guys are really serious about this, huh? Isn't this...a bit excessive?"
Ike scoffed loudly, throwing an arm dramatically over Okitani’s shoulder. "Come on, Okitani, don't be naive! We're men! And men have precisely two sacred things constantly on their minds—tits and ass!"
A ripple of snickers spread through the gathered boys, their whispered agreement enthusiastic and fervent. Kiyotaka raised an eyebrow slightly, mildly amused at Ike's complete lack of filter.
At this point, their were around six boys in the group, five huddling around Ike’s desk as they talked.
"Anyway," Ike continued passionately, "the bets start at 1,000 points to join. High stakes mean high rewards, after all."
Yamauchi suddenly leaned in dramatically, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'll let you guys in on something—but you gotta swear to keep this between us." His eyes shifted left and right dramatically, as though enemies lurked in every shadow.
"What is it?" Hondo, filled to the brim with curiosity, asked.
Yamauchi swallowed hard, eyes wide with a mixture of pride and nervousness. "The truth is," he paused dramatically, clearly savoring the moment, "Sakura confessed to me."
A stunned silence descended briefly, then erupted into chaotic exclamations. Ike practically jumped out of his seat, eyes bulging dramatically. "Wh-what?! Seriously?! She did?! Yamauchi, did your lifelong dream of snagging a girlfriend finally happen?"
Yamauchi waved frantically, shushing him quickly. "Not yet, idiot! Keep it down! But yeah, seriously. I mean, Sakura seemed really plain and quiet at first, but then I saw her outside school and…" He took a deep breath, eyes glazing over dreamily. "Man, she was huge. I’m debating whether to accept or not"
Ike shook his head vigorously, clicking his tongue dramatically. "You absolute fool! You shouldn't date a girl just because she's stacked! Aim for the real prizes, like Kushida or Hasebe! Sakura is just way too plain."
Such awful words.
If there had been more students around, or some of the more confrontational ones like Kei or Shinohara, things would have already evolved into a fight due to Ike’s words. He needed to consider himself lucky that they weren’t inside class yet.
Or Sakura for that matter who Kiyotaka highly doubted actually asked out Yamauchi.
And he was sure that Yamauchi was lying for a good number of reasons.
She was lucky too, to not be around and hear this kind of thing, especially considering what was said next.
Yamauchi scowled, clearly stung but quickly regaining his bravado. "Hey, I'm just saying—her chest size is completely underrated! Trust me, she's the dark horse here."
On a somewhat related note, it was a good thing that his friend, Sudo, was also not present in class currently. Kiyotaka would have disliked the fact that Sudo’s reputation would take a hit due to being associated with the six boys currently taking bets on breasts size.
The glares of the female classmates were already livid and angry enough, especially as the group still continued their animated debate, voices rising and falling with passionate arguments. Placing their bets and debating the choices of who bet on who. The absurdity of their conversation momentarily made Kiyotaka wonder if he were witnessing a comedy sketch rather than reality.
Yet despite himself, he found it oddly fascinating, even mildly entertaining, life in this classroom would never be dull, though whether that was positive or negative remained very much undecided.
Kiyotaka's gaze drifted briefly across the classroom, settling inevitably on a girl seated a few rows away.
Her distinctive green hair cascaded softly down her shoulders, framing a quietly composed face. Even beneath her loose uniform, her figure was breathtakingly voluptuous, curves generous and impossible to ignore. Her enormous breasts strained gently against the fabric, making it clear to anyone observant enough—she was easily a favorite to win this absurd wager.
If forced to participate in this ridiculous bet, not that such a thing was possible, Kiyotaka decided silently that his money would unquestionably be on her.
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Inside the boys' locker room, chatter and laughter filled the air as the students got changed for their swimming lesson. Kiyotaka quietly opened his locker, taking out his swimsuit and quickly getting changed without attracting attention.
Nearby, Kouenji stood confidently in front of his locker, openly admiring his reflection in a handheld mirror. "Magnificent, truly magnificent," he proclaimed loudly, striking a pose. "It must be difficult for you all to share a room with someone as splendid as myself. A superior specimen in every sense."
Yamauchi, already irritated by Kouenji’s vanity, turned around sharply. "Could you tone it down a bit, Kouenji? Nobody wants to hear you bragging."
Kouenji laughed lightly, looking at Yamauchi with a condescending smirk. "Oh? And what gives someone as thoroughly ugly as you the right to criticize me?"
Instantly, Yamauchi flushed red, fists clenching tightly at his sides. "What the hell did you just call me?"
Kouenji raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Ugly, Yamauchi-kun. Or perhaps your ears are as deficient as your looks?"
Yamauchi stepped forward aggressively, but Sudou grabbed his shoulder, holding him back. "Hey, chill out, Yamauchi," Sudou said gruffly. "He’s just messing with you."
Kouenji gave a dismissive shrug. "Oh no, I wouldn't waste my valuable time on someone as trivial as you two. Your hostility is quite primitive."
Sudou narrowed his eyes dangerously. "You wanna say that again, Kouenji?"
Before tensions could escalate, Hirata quickly stepped in, raising his hands to calm everyone down. "Come on, guys, let's relax. We have swimming soon; there's no point fighting here."
Yamauchi hesitated, still annoyed but calming down thanks to Hirata's intervention. Sudou glared at Kouenji but stepped back grudgingly.
Kouenji merely chuckled again, running a hand smoothly through his hair. "Thank you, Hirata-kun. It seems you’re the only one here with some class. Perhaps there's hope for this sorry group after all."
Kiyotaka finished changing, quietly observing Kouenji's arrogant display. He briefly wondered how Kouenji could remain so confidently aloof even while openly irritating half the class. Despite his overbearing nature, there was a certain elegance to Kouenji’s confidence.
Still, Kiyotaka felt certain that Kouenji’s arrogance might eventually get him into trouble.
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The students filed out to the expansive indoor pool, murmuring in excitement at the sight. Ike loudly broke the silence, looking around eagerly. "Whoa, check this out! This school’s got an even better pool than the city one!"
The vast pool stretched before them, water shimmering invitingly. Ike sniffed the air dramatically, looking impatiently around the area. "But where are the girls? Aren’t they ready yet?"
"They usually take longer to change," Kiyotaka said calmly. "Give them a bit."
Ike groaned impatiently, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He glanced mischievously toward the girls' locker room. "Hey, guys—what do you think would happen if I just ran into the girls' locker room right now?"
Yamauchi chuckled darkly. "They’d probably beat you up and then file charges against you."
Ike shuddered, his face exaggeratedly pale. "Geez, Yamauchi, do you have to ruin my fun with such a realistic answer? Now I'm scared to even think about it."
Yamauchi just laughed again, shaking his head at Ike’s imagination.
"If the girls catch you staring too much," Kiyotaka added dryly, "they’ll probably end up hating you."
"Aw, come on," Ike complained loudly, completely unapologetic. "You can’t tell me there’s any guy here who wouldn’t look! But seriously, what am I supposed to do if I end up getting a boner?"
Several classmates chuckled awkwardly, rolling their eyes at Ike’s lack of filter. A few of the boys glanced toward the girls’ locker room, anticipation clearly mixed with nervousness.
Kiyotaka remained quiet, internally shaking his head. Though crude, Ike’s excitement at least guaranteed one thing: their swimming class definitely wouldn't be boring.
As the boys gathered eagerly around the university pool, quiet laughter and soft murmurs drifted from the girls' locker room, instantly drawing their attention.
All eyes shifted expectantly toward the entrance as the girls emerged gracefully, stepping onto the tiles in small, animated groups. Each girl wore the dark-blue, university-issued swimsuits, sleek and form-fitting, perfectly accentuating their youthful figures.
At the front of the group was Kushida Kikyou, whose mere presence naturally commanded attention. Her sweet, cheerful smile masked her internal disgust at the way numerous pairs of eyes immediately fixed upon her figure. Among them, Ike stood out prominently, his mouth agape and eyes bulging as he openly leered at her without any shame.
‘Ugh, disgusting,’ Kushida thought darkly, suppressing a wave of intense irritation beneath her serene exterior. ‘Ike, you repulsive insect, I genuinely hope you slip, crack your empty skull, and drown.’
Despite her internal fury, Kushida maintained her bright, sweet facade. Her swimsuit hugged every inch of her body in scandalous detail, the tight, dark-blue fabric shamelessly showcasing her luscious, mouthwatering curves.
Kushida's huge breasts thrust outward provocatively, straining the swimsuit to its limits, creating a sinful, deep valley of cleavage that invited eyes to plunge into its plush depths. Every subtle motion made her soft, full mounds bounce and jiggle enticingly, their abundant weight barely contained by the thin material, promising unimaginable softness beneath.
Her slim, delicate waist accentuated the sheer generosity of her figure, gently flaring outward into her sinfully plump and shapely thighs. Each sensual stride showcased their mouthwatering softness, the smooth, supple flesh pressing together seductively, trembling and jiggling softly with every motion.
The atmosphere, previously quiet and respectful, abruptly shattered as Ike let out an enthusiastic, crude shout that echoed around the pool. "Whoo! Man, look at all these hotties! Today’s a freaking dream come true!"
Immediately, several girls recoiled visibly, their expressions swiftly shifting from mild discomfort to open disgust. Shinohara was among the first to react, shooting a venomous glare directly at Ike.
"Seriously, Ike? Could you keep your disgusting thoughts to yourself for once?" Shinohara snapped sharply, her voice echoing with genuine irritation.
Mori quickly joined in, her expression equally disdainful. "Honestly, Ike. If you had even half the decency Hirata-kun does, you wouldn't embarrass yourself so much."
Yet Ike appeared entirely unbothered by their criticism, far too enthralled by Kushida’s alluring figure and seemingly friendly smile to pay attention to the rebukes. Meanwhile, Hirata, sensing the awkward tension, stepped forward to help calm the situation.
"Come on, Ike-kun," Hirata said gently yet firmly. "Let's tone it down a bit. Everyone’s here to enjoy swimming, not to feel uncomfortable."
As Hirata tried to mediate, Yamauchi and Hondo stood near the edge of the pool, excitement fading rapidly into confusion as they anxiously scanned the crowd. Yamauchi nudged Hondo, his eyes wide with growing concern.
"Wait, Hondo, do you see Sakura or Hasebe anywhere?" Yamauchi whispered urgently.
Hondo looked around, his expression similarly anxious. "No…I don’t."
As Yamauchi and Hondo desperately scanned the pool area, their hopeful expressions gradually twisted into confusion and mounting dread.
"Wait, where are they?" Yamauchi murmured frantically, eyes darting from face to face.
"Over there!" Hondo suddenly exclaimed, pointing towards the stands. Both boys turned their gazes simultaneously, hearts sinking visibly as they spotted Sakura and Hasebe sitting comfortably in their school uniforms, clearly not intending to swim.
Sakura immediately shrank under their overly intense stares, tugging nervously at the edges of her skirt, cheeks tinged with embarrassment. "Wh-why are they looking at us like that…?" she stammered softly, clearly unsettled.
Beside her, Hasebe shifted uncomfortably, arms folded defensively across her chest. "Probably disappointed we're not swimming," she remarked dryly, irritation evident in her narrowed eyes. "Honestly, they should give it a rest already."
Across the pool, Yamauchi visibly deflated, shoulders slumping in exaggerated despair. "No way... our plans are totally ruined."
"Forget it," Hondo sighed dramatically, shaking his head with exaggerated grief. "Guess it was too good to be true."
Nearby, Mori quickly shifted everyone's attention, waving energetically toward Hirata from the shallow end of the pool. "Hirata-kun, come join us already! The water’s really nice!"
"Yeah, hurry up!" Wang chimed in cheerfully, splashing playfully, coaxing Hirata forward. A few more girls joined in, eagerly beckoning him to jump in and help dissolve the lingering tension Ike’s outburst had caused.
Smiling gently, Hirata surrendered to their playful insistence, entering the water gracefully. "Alright, alright, you win," he laughed warmly, his soothing presence instantly diffusing the residual awkwardness. Within moments, he was comfortably chatting and laughing, effortlessly restoring harmony among the group.
Not far away, Miyake found himself drawn into a relaxed conversation with Inogashira and another classmate.
And another group formed, Kushida taking charge as she enjoyed herself with Shinohara, Maezono, and another female classmate. And somehow, she had managed to get Ike with them and while that wasn’t impressive, what was is that she somehow made the entire ordeal enjoyable, with the girls moving past Ike’s blunder and even enjoying his presence somewhat.
Pretty much everyone was in a group minus three people.
Horikita sat at the edge of the pool and was calmly reading a book, and far away from her, Kouenji remained conspicuously detached from everyone else, elegantly lounging by the pool’s edge as well, absorbed entirely in admiring his own reflection. His aloof demeanor stood in stark contrast to the lively activity around him.
And as for Kiyotaka.
He had been floating, quite literally, away from the class, eyes fixed upward, enjoying a rare moment of peace amid the lively atmosphere.
This was nice…relaxing even. The masterpiece concluded.
Sadly it wouldn’t last forever.
As the lively atmosphere around the pool gradually settled, a loud, authoritative voice suddenly rang out, drawing everyone's immediate attention.
"All right, everyone, line up!"
A tall, muscular man in his early forties stepped forward confidently. His presence was imposing, projecting the image of someone who had dedicated his entire life to athletics. His broad shoulders and stern gaze carried an undeniable charisma, instantly silencing any residual chatter.
"Wow, that guy looks intense," Ike muttered nervously, nudging Yamauchi.
"He looks like the type of guy who could bench press the entire class without breaking a sweat," Yamauchi whispered back, eyes wide in apprehension.
"Twenty-six students today? Good attendance," the instructor remarked approvingly as his eyes quickly scanned over the assembled students. "Thought we might have more absentees. Good to see most of you willing to participate."
(There are only thirty students in my version of classroom of the elite, unlike the 40 in the light novel or 25 in the anime (no idea how much in the manga))
His gaze briefly paused on Sakura, Hasebe, and a reluctant boy named Tanaka, who awkwardly stood in his uniform off to the side.
Hmm… where’s the fourth one? No matter, he could find out later.
"You three! Why aren’t you changed and ready to swim?" the coach called sharply.
Sakura shrank visibly, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "U-um, I…"
Hasebe crossed her arms defensively, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden spotlight. "We’re just observing today, sir."
Tanaka nervously raised a trembling hand, avoiding eye contact. "I, uh...can't swim, sensei."
The instructor’s stern expression softened just slightly, he could understand why with the two female students, and as for the young man… his expression softened a bit more though his voice remained firm. "Listen, young man, being unable to swim is exactly why you're here. By summer, you'll swim as naturally as you walk. Change into your suit and join your classmates."
Tanaka sighed, shoulders slumping, reluctantly nodding as he trudged toward the locker room to change. Hasebe and Sakura, relieved to be ignored, quickly took seats in the stands to watch from afar.
"Now then," the instructor continued briskly, clapping his hands sharply to regain everyone's focus, "after your warm-up laps, I want to see your swimming ability clearly. Show me your best—swim like you mean it."
As students entered the water to complete their warm-ups, the teacher carefully observed from the pool’s edge, scrutinizing each swimmer with professional precision. Yamauchi, driven by bravado, finished quickly, pulling himself from the pool with a triumphant, exaggerated flourish.
"Ha! Did everyone witness my incredible swimming prowess?" Yamauchi boasted loudly, standing with a smug grin. "Back in junior high, they called me the 'Flying Fish,' you know!"
Kiyotaka, leaning casually against the poolside, raised an eyebrow slightly, inwardly amused. No, Yamauchi. You swam the exact same as everyone else, he thought silently.
The instructor gave Yamauchi an indulgent nod, clearly unimpressed but choosing not to crush his spirit outright. "Well, it appears most of you are capable swimmers, at least."
Yamauchi puffed his chest out even more, grinning broadly as Ike slapped him encouragingly on the back. "See? Told you, guys, I'm practically a professional."
Ignoring Yamauchi’s boastful claims, the instructor announced with enthusiasm, "Alright, to get everyone properly motivated, we're having a small competition. Boys and girls will compete separately in fifty-meter freestyle races. The winner gets 5,000 points!"
The announcement instantly stirred excitement among students, enthusiastic cheers and eager murmurs breaking out.
"Five thousand points! That's amazing!" Sato whispered eagerly, eyes shining.
"However," the instructor continued, a serious edge returning to his voice, "the last-place swimmer from each group will attend supplementary swimming lessons. Consider that extra motivation."
Groans rippled through the less confident swimmers. Ike’s eyes bulged dramatically, confidence rapidly deflating. "Supplementary lessons?! Wait, wait, seriously?"
"Better swim your heart out then, Ike," Sudo teased loudly, grinning widely. Ike shot him a dirty glare, suddenly nervous.
"Since we have a sizable group of girls today," the instructor continued briskly, "we’ll split you into groups of five. Top finishers will then compete in a final round. Boys, your race will follow theirs."
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Horikita stepped onto the starting block with a calm confidence that drew immediate attention.
Beside her stood Maya Sato, Shinohara, Mori, and Wang, each girl preparing herself in her own way—stretching lightly, adjusting swimsuits, or simply taking calming breaths. The atmosphere around the pool grew charged with anticipation as the boys leaned forward eagerly.
"Ready!" the instructor's voice boomed. "Set—go!"
The girls dove gracefully into the water, their bodies slicing through with practiced ease. Horikita immediately surged ahead, demonstrating a fluid, powerful stroke that separated her swiftly from the rest of the pack. Her slender arms moved with perfect form, each stroke propelling her forward effortlessly.
"Wow! Awesome, Horikita!" Ike shouted enthusiastically, clearly impressed despite himself.
The other boys joined him, cheering loudly, eyes wide as they followed the girls' progress. Maya and Shinohara fought closely for second place, but it was clear from the outset that Horikita was unbeatable. Within moments, she touched the pool’s edge, her victory unquestionable.
"Horikita wins! Twenty-eight seconds flat!" the instructor called approvingly.
Horikita climbed gracefully out of the pool, her breathing steady, seemingly unaffected by the exertion. The boys, however, were mostly distracted, eyes shifting between admiration of her skills and the alluring movements of the other girls in their sleek swimsuits.
The next group took their positions, and Kushida's presence immediately ignited fresh excitement. Yamauchi practically leaped from his seat, fists raised enthusiastically. "Kushida-chan, you can do it! You're the best!"
His fervent cheer immediately ignited a chorus of excitement among the other boys. "Kushida-chan! Kushida-chan!" echoed enthusiastically, voices overlapping in fervor.
Kushida responded with a dazzling smile, waving delicately toward her cheering fans. Her playful acknowledgment instantly intensified their enthusiasm, cheers erupting louder and wilder.
"She's waving at us!" Ike practically screamed, voice cracking dramatically with excitement.
"Kushida-chan noticed us!" Hondo shouted joyfully, clapping wildly.
“I’m in love.” Okitani dreamily whispered to one of his buddies who chuckled and nodded in understanding.
The whistle blew sharply, and the second race began. Kushida, radiant with her bright smile, dove gracefully into the water alongside Onodera, Mori, and two others. The boys’ eyes remained glued to her alluring figure as she swam, her movements captivatingly smooth.
"Everyone, burn these images into your mind! Remember the fap material you see here today!" Ike yelled shamelessly, pumping his fists into the air with reckless abandon.
Huh?
"Yeah!" echoed the other boys enthusiastically, openly leering despite the disapproving glares from girls nearby.
Seriously? Kiyotaka deadpanned at the direction of Ike. He honestly had no idea what to say or think in response to that.
Ignoring them, he chose to focus back on the current race going on.
Onodera quickly took the lead, moving with impressive skill and power, leaving no doubt about her swimming background. Kushida, despite her popularity, was struggling to maintain pace. Still, she swam determinedly, her graceful figure continuing to hold everyone's attention.
"First place, Onodera! Twenty-six seconds!" the instructor announced impressively.
Cheers erupted once again as Onodera smiled humbly, climbing from the pool to receive congratulations. Kushida eventually finished fourth, her time a respectable thirty-one seconds. She exited gracefully, still smiling despite not winning.
Immediately, the boys eagerly moved to the sidelines, their previous concerns forgotten as they awaited the girls' performance. Ike, Yamauchi, and a few others leaned forward, expressions openly anticipating the upcoming display.
Kiyotaka noticed Horikita sitting alone, silently drying herself with an indifferent expression
Seeing as it was going to take a while until it was his turn, Kiyotaka walked over to her discreetly, his presence going entirely unnoticed amidst the enthusiastic cheering echoing around the area.
“You swam well,” Kiyotaka commented lightly, his tone casual.
Horikita lifted her gaze, eyes widening subtly in surprise upon seeing him. Her eyes briefly lingered, unintentionally tracing over his toned, athletic physique—defined shoulders, sculpted chest, and lean abs still glistening from the water that trailed down his torso. Realizing her lapse, she quickly averted her gaze, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.
“It’s nothing special,” she replied coolly, her voice carefully neutral. "Swimming is basic physical activity. Hardly worth noting."
Kiyotaka paused thoughtfully, observing her quiet composure. “Maybe, but your lead was pretty significant. The difference between you and the others was obvious.”
Horikita glanced back at him briefly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching her lips. “Of course. There’s always a clear distinction between those who put in effort and those who slack off.”
Another moment of comfortable silence passed between them. Kiyotaka found himself quietly intrigued by the subtle competitiveness beneath her aloof exterior.
“Your race should be coming up soon,” Horikita finally remarked, breaking the silence. Her tone carried a hint of curiosity, though she masked it well. "Think you'll manage to keep up?"
“I don’t plan on holding back.” He stated without boast, which only garnered her interest further.
He sat beside her silently, pleased that she didn’t seem to mind, and the pair watched as the next few races commenced.
The instructor’s booming voice interrupted them, calling the boys to attention. Hirata, Miyake, Yukimura, Hondo, and Okitani took their positions on the starting blocks. Instantly, cheers erupted—primarily for Hirata, whose popularity among the girls was unmistakable.
"Kya! Hirata-kun!" a girl shrieked excitedly.
"Hirata-kun, you're amazing!" another called adoringly.
Sudo scowled slightly, clearly irritated by the adulation Hirata received. "I'm going to blow you out of the water next round. I'll use all my power," he muttered darkly.
Hirata merely smiled warmly in response, completely unfazed. The whistle sounded, and he dove elegantly into the water, instantly drawing gasps and squeals of delight from the watching girls.
"He's surprisingly fast," Sudo admitted grudgingly, watching with narrowed eyes as Hirata’s athletic form sliced effortlessly through the water, quickly pulling ahead of his competitors.
"Go, Hirata-kun!" girls cheered ecstatically, captivated by his graceful strokes.
"What's his time, sensei?" Ike demanded impatiently as Hirata smoothly finished the race.
"Hirata-kun's time is 26.13 seconds," the instructor announced, impressed.
"All right, Sudou, you can definitely beat that! Bring down the hammer of justice!" Ike encouraged loudly.
Sudou scowled determinedly, his competitive fire clearly ignited. "Leave it to me. I'll demolish him and his popularity," he growled.
Meanwhile, Hirata received enthusiastic praise from the girls as he emerged from the water, shaking droplets from his hair. "Hirata-kun, you're incredible! You're not just good at soccer; you're an amazing swimmer too!" one girl called enthusiastically.
"You really think so? Thank you!" Hirata responded politely, his charming smile effortlessly melting their hearts.
"Stop ogling him!" another girl teased her friend, laughter erupting.
"Huh? I'm not ogling!" her friend squeaked defensively, prompting further giggles.
Hirata chuckled softly, brushing back wet hair with casual ease. "Come on, girls, don't fight over me. I belong to everyone," he joked lightly, eliciting even more delighted squeals.
Unnoticed by most, Kouenji calmly prepared himself for his race, stretching languidly, each movement executed with almost theatrical elegance. His unusual choice of attire—a tight, vividly colored speedo—quickly drew amused murmurs and incredulous stares from every direction.
"Hey, wait—why the hell is Kouenji wearing a speedo?" Yamauchi whispered loudly, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Ugh, seriously?" Ike added, wrinkling his nose with distaste. "That's way too much information."
A soft ripple of laughter and stunned giggles echoed among the girls, though there were quite a few who stared with apparent blushes on their cheeks, in awe at his physique, while some boys shook their heads in embarrassed disbelief. Yet Kouenji simply offered a dazzlingly confident smile, completely unfazed by the whispers.
"My abdominal muscles, back muscles, and psoas major muscle are in peak condition, as usual," Kouenji declared proudly, voice smooth and dripping with self-assurance, utterly unconcerned with modesty or humility. "Please take note and admire them freely!"
"Weirdo," Sudo grumbled irritably, fists clenched, clearly annoyed by Kouenji's ostentatious display.
Yet, when the whistle sharply echoed through the pool, Kouenji sprang forward with incredible precision, diving into the water in a textbook-perfect form. The class’s amused murmurs quickly transformed into stunned silence as Kouenji surged ahead, his powerful strokes cutting through the water at a blistering pace, rapidly leaving his competition far behind.
"Holy crap! Look at him go!" Yamauchi shouted in astonishment, jaw dropping openly.
"No way… He's like a machine!" Ike added incredulously, eyes bulging in shock.
The entire class watched, completely mesmerized and dumbfounded, as Kouenji effortlessly sliced through the water, quickly reaching the end of the lane with remarkable ease. He touched the wall dramatically, turning to smirk confidently at the stunned onlookers, clearly basking in their awe-struck expressions.
"23.22 seconds!" the instructor called out in disbelief, double-checking the time with wide-eyed amazement. "That’s…incredible."
Kouenji casually climbed out of the pool, smirk widening further, his hair and sculpted body barely wet, as though he had merely strolled leisurely through the water rather than swum with such extraordinary speed. He shook his head theatrically, golden hair catching the sunlight, utterly enjoying the shocked and admiring reactions he received.
"Well," he announced loudly, flexing subtly for added effect, "naturally, this is nothing more than my usual performance."
End.
So we didn’t have any erotic accidents in this chapter…sadly.
But the next chapter, which we’ll continue with the swimming episode, will certainly feature an accident!!
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Chapter 4: chapter 4
Chapter Text
Hi.
We have the continuation of last chapter.
Let’s see how things progress from here lads!
Start:
The boys lined up for the next heat, anticipation humming thickly through the air. Ike, Yamauchi, Ijuin, Sotomura—also known as "the Professor"—and Kiyotaka stood poised, waiting calmly for the starting signal. As Kiyotaka stepped onto the block, his unnoticed presence suddenly became glaringly apparent.
For the first time, the girl's idle chatter faded into stunned silence, replaced swiftly by astonished squeals and barely suppressed whispers.
Eyes widened as their gazes locked onto Kiyotaka's physique, now starkly highlighted by the unforgiving fluorescent lighting of the indoor pool. Every defined muscle and sharp line of his compact yet impressively lean frame seemed to gleam enticingly, drawing blushes and dreamy sighs from several of the girls.
"Oh… wow," Maya Sato murmured breathlessly to her friends, her voice soft and dreamily captivated. "Did anyone else notice Ayanokouji-kun looking this good before? He's seriously…hot."
Chiaki Matsushita’s normally composed face flushed bright pink, her gaze glued discreetly yet unmistakably on Kiyotaka's form. She shifted nervously, biting her lower lip as she traced his impressively sculpted torso, lingering on his defined abs and subtly powerful chest.
Her heartbeat quickened embarrassingly, her fingers twitching nervously at her sides as she found herself completely unable to look away. "He…he really looks incredible," she murmured softly to herself, almost shocked at her own uncharacteristic thoughts. "How did I never notice…?"
Even Mori, who typically maintained an elegant aloofness, found herself stealing repeated appreciative glances, cheeks faintly colored. "Well," she whispered quietly to Wang beside her, "he certainly is hot."
Yet amid the sea of flustered reactions, Kushida Kikyou’s reaction stood uniquely apart. Her sweet, innocent facade remained unbroken, but internally, her mind erupted into chaotic turmoil.
‘I can’t believe this disgusting pervert actually has the nerve to look…to look attractive!’ Kushida’s internal voice shrieked hysterically, her thoughts flaring wildly between furious rage and unexpected arousal. ‘No! No, no, no! This is the absolute worst! How dare he possess such a disgustingly perfect body! Just who gave this worthless, expressionless creep permission to have muscles like those!? Ugh, just looking at him makes me sick! And yet—’
A deeper flush of anger and humiliation surged through her as she grudgingly acknowledged the rising heat in her chest and lower regions.
‘No, Kushida, stop it! He’s a horrible, awful, shameless monster! A filthy, vile creature who humiliated you! Remember that! But…oh god, why does he look so good?! No, disgusting! Absolutely disgusting! I HATE him so much!’
Her fists clenched subtly at her sides, teeth grinding imperceptibly as her eyes shot daggers into Kiyotaka’s perfectly calm face. Her internal voice spiraled into comedic despair. ‘I'll never forgive him! I hope he drowns—I hope he gets a cramp and sinks right to the bottom! Yes, drown you beautiful freak! No…stop saying beautiful! Damn it, why am I like this?!’
Yamauchi, meanwhile, glared bitterly at Kiyotaka, his mood darkening even further as he noticed the reaction among the girls. "Of course," he grumbled under his breath, jealousy dripping from his voice. "Another secret pretty-boy. Just what we needed. First Hirata, now Ayanokouji? Is this school purposely torturing me?"
Ike grumbled his agreement, eyes narrowed in irritation. "This has gotta be some kinda betrayal, right? He’s practically stealing all the attention! Traitor!"
The instructor’s whistle cut sharply through the murmurs, bringing everyone's attention sharply back to the upcoming race. "Ready, set—go!"
Instantly, the boys plunged into the water. Ike and Yamauchi surged forward desperately, determined to prove themselves, while Sotomura swam methodically but slowly, clearly outmatched. Ijuin put up a respectable effort, but all eyes quickly locked onto Kiyotaka, whose speed was utterly breathtaking.
His body sliced through the water with astonishing ease, each stroke smooth, powerful, and precise. Within moments, it became abundantly clear that he wasn't merely winning—he was demolishing all expectations. Gasps echoed around the pool, transforming swiftly into awestruck silence as everyone realized the impossible.
"Holy…is he actually faster than Kouenji?!" someone shouted in disbelief.
"What the hell!?" Ike gasped between strokes, staring incredulously as Kiyotaka rapidly left everyone else far behind.
The entire pool area erupted into shocked cheers and stunned exclamations, disbelief written plainly across every face. Even Kouenji, watching intently from the sidelines, raised his eyebrows in amused surprise, a knowing gleam in his eyes.
Kiyotaka touched the wall effortlessly, emerging smoothly from the water, entirely composed despite his explosive performance. The instructor, eyes wide in disbelief, stammered out the recorded time, voice trembling with amazement.
"Nineteen point forty-eight seconds! That’s…that’s faster than the Olympic world record!"
Absolute silence hung heavily over the pool, everyone too unfathomably shocked to respond as they processed what happened before their eyes.
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The silence was then broken as everyone around erupted into deafening cheers, claps, and shouts of incredulous excitement.
"Ayanokouji! What the hell was that? Are you even human?" Yamauchi shouted, completely dumbfounded as he climbed out of the pool, panting heavily and staring open-mouthed at the calm figure beside him. "You can't just casually break a freaking world record like it's nothing!"
To say he was jealous was putting it lightly.
Jealous and utterly bitter as he glared angrily at the back of the man he deemed as his biggest enemy in school, perhaps even more than Hirata.
Ike, dragging himself from the water, stared blankly, completely flabbergasted. His previous bravado had vanished entirely, replaced with pure awe. "Ayanokouji, you monster! You're making the rest of us look pathetic!"
Sotomura adjusted his glasses, visibly shaken by the revelation. "Incredible… Just how many talents have you been concealing?"
Suddenly it all began to make sense to the professor.
Ayanokouji-Dono was sitting in the protagonist's seat, so of course he’d be so powerful.
Even Kouenji, lounging elegantly by the poolside, burst into genuine laughter, his eyes glittering with amused respect. "Bravo, Ayanokouji-kun! I must admit, even I didn’t anticipate such an astounding display. Truly remarkable! You've piqued my interest!"
Kiyotaka merely offered a slight, indifferent shrug, his typically neutral expression barely shifting as the cheers continued unabated. Yet, beneath his calm facade, a single thought lingered quietly.
"Maybe that was a bit excessive…"
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As the excitement from the races slowly simmered down, the pool area gradually settled into a more relaxed atmosphere.
Students dispersed into small groups, leisurely chatting and enjoying the coolness of the water. The earlier competitive energy had faded, replaced now by the gentle hum of quiet conversations and occasional laughter echoing softly around the expansive indoor pool.
Seated together at the pool's edge, Chiaki Matsushita and Maya Sato exchanged quiet, anxious glances, their expressions mirroring each other's growing concern. Kei Karuizawa's continued absence was becoming increasingly noticeable, casting a subtle shadow over their otherwise pleasant afternoon.
"She’s been in there way too long," Chiaki murmured softly, her brows knit together with worry. Her fingers tapped anxiously against her knee. "You think she’s okay? It’s not like Kei to just disappear without a word."
Maya nodded slowly, chewing lightly on her lower lip, equally troubled. "I don’t know, Chiaki. She seemed really upset earlier, and she hasn’t come out at all since we arrived. Maybe something happened? Should we go check on her?"
While some might have been surprised at how the three were already on first name basis, but due to a certain event a few days ago, the three had bonded greatly and became great friends even though it had only been a week since they first met and became friends in the first place..
Was it too forward and soon?
Perhaps, but neither Kei or Maya minded due to their gyaru like mindset, while Chiaki found it shamefully exciting, and truthfully did not mind despite her background.
Chiaki's eyes flickered towards the locker room entrance, hesitating briefly before deciding. "Yeah, we should. I don't feel right just leaving her alone like this. She could be really upset or something."
They shared a quick, determined nod, swiftly standing up and carefully navigating around other students lounging comfortably near the pool. The pair made their way quietly toward the locker room, their steps purposeful and hurried as they sought out their missing friend.
Meanwhile, at the opposite end of the pool, Kiyotaka leaned against the tiled wall, quietly observing the relaxed interactions among his classmates. His solitude didn't last long, however, as Onodera quickly approached, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement and admiration. Alongside her was the swimming instructor, equally enthusiastic as they reached Kiyotaka's side.
"Ayanokouji-kun!" Onodera greeted him energetically, her voice filled with genuine excitement. "That race was incredible! I had no idea you were hiding such amazing talent. We absolutely need you on the swim team!"
The teacher beside her nodded vigorously, his expression animated with eagerness. "She's right, Ayanokouji. Your performance was beyond impressive—frankly, it was beyond extraordinary. If you joined the swim club, you could lead us to compete seriously at a national level. You have the potential to achieve great things."
Just the idea of Ayanokouji joining the swimming club had the teacher stoked, with someone who beat the world record on their side, victory on the national level was absolutely guaranteed!
Kiyotaka listened calmly, maintaining his usual neutral expression as he considered their enthusiastic words. He inclined his head slightly, responding politely but with careful reserve. "Thank you, but I'm not sure about joining just yet. It's something I need to think about more carefully."
Onodera's bright smile faltered slightly, a hint of disappointment flashing briefly across her features, quickly replaced with understanding. "Of course, that's completely fair. It's a big decision. Just… please consider it carefully, okay? We'd really love to have you on the team."
The instructor offered a supportive nod, his tone warmly encouraging. "Absolutely. Take your time to decide, Ayanokouji-Kun. Just know you're always welcome. If you have any questions or want to talk more about the club, don’t hesitate to ask."
Kiyotaka acknowledged their encouragement with a calm, appreciative nod. "I'll definitely give it serious consideration. I promise to let you know my decision soon."
Satisfied with his response, Onodera brightened visibly again, offering him a cheerful smile. "Great! We'll be eagerly waiting. Remember, the competition is still a few months away, so there’s plenty of time."
"Exactly," the teacher agreed immediately, his enthusiasm unwavering. "There’s no rush. But remember, we’ll always have a spot open for you. Even if you don’t decide right away, feel free to come to our practices anytime."
Kiyotaka offered them a polite nod, genuinely appreciative of their consideration. "Thanks, I’ll definitely keep that in mind. You’ll have my decision within a couple of weeks, I just want to see how school life is like first before making any big decisions."
"Take your time, we’ll wait" Onodera beamed happily, clearly optimistic about the prospect.
As Onodera and the teacher moved away, still chatting animatedly about the possibilities, Kiyotaka sat still for around five minutes before he rose from the pool’s edge, deciding he needed a moment away from the ongoing attention that annoyingly persisted.
He casually draped a towel around his shoulders, quietly making his way to the bathroom for a quick break
His footsteps echoed lightly on the tiles, his mind now drifting over the unexpected events of the day. Kiyotaka couldn’t help but feel mildly conflicted about joining the swim club. He enjoyed the solitude and simplicity of staying under the radar, but the genuine warmth and excitement from Onodera and the teacher made it difficult to dismiss their offer outright
Quite frankly, Kiyotaka doubted he could stay under the radar now that he beat the Olympic world record.
And honestly…joining the swimming club didn’t sound bad. He enjoyed himself in this class.
It definitely warranted some thinking, whether to join or not join.
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The corridor leading toward the bathroom was empty.
Kiyotaka walked leisurely, relieved to finally leave the bustling pool behind and regain some much-needed peace. His thoughts drifted idly, unaware of the approaching footsteps and quiet chatter echoing faintly from the girls’ locker room.
Though he was a bit of a distance away so it was expected.
Kei, Chiaki, and Maya emerged slowly into the hallway, absorbed in quiet conversation. Kei, still visibly shy after the earlier anxiety attack she had, smiled softly at her two friends, clearly grateful for their comforting presence.
"I’m really sorry for worrying you guys so much," Kei said quietly, her voice warm with sincerity.
Chiaki squeezed Kei's shoulder affectionately. "Just don’t keep things bottled up, alright? We’re always here for you."
"Yeah," Maya agreed gently, her expression softly reassuring. "We won’t let you go through stuff alone."
Kei smiled gratefully, and not a moment later, the three engaged in idle conversation.
Distracted by their conversation, none of them noticed Kiyotaka approaching quietly from the opposite direction. Chiaki suddenly felt her foot slip on a slick patch, her eyes widening sharply. She reached out instinctively, grasping desperately at Maya to steady herself. But Maya, startled, stumbled forward heavily into Kei, setting off an unstoppable chain reaction.
Kiyotaka barely had time to register the sudden movement before all three girls crashed into him, toppling the group into a tangled heap of confusion and embarrassment. The impact knocked the breath from him as he found himself lying flat on the cold floor, his mind momentarily stunned.
…
…
Sighing, Kiyotaka resigned himself to what he knew was going to be trouble as he opened his eyes.
…
Yup, he was right.
Trouble.
The reason became clear to any passing student, which fortunately there wasn’t.
Kei landed softly atop Kiyotaka, her curvy figure sprawled comfortably over his firm chest while her legs rested on the side, their upper bodies pressed tightly together.
For a fleeting moment, she was dazed, faintly savoring the warm, gentle sensation brushing tenderly against her lips. It was unexpectedly pleasant, comforting even, and without thinking, she allowed herself to sink deeper into that unfamiliar warmth.
Then clarity hit Kei like a thunderbolt—her eyes snapped open, shock instantly flooding through her as she met Kiyotaka’s calm yet startled gaze mere centimeters from her own.
Her cheeks erupted in a fierce blush, crimson spreading rapidly over her usually confident gyaru face as she realized where her lips were placed against. her first kiss was unintentionally stolen by the boy beneath her!
Kei’s heart thundered frantically, panic and embarrassment warring with the intoxicating softness of his lips. She desperately tried to lift herself away, but something firm and heavy pressed insistently on the back of her head, locking her into the gentle kiss.
She attempted to shift sideways, only to be met by plush warmth—two impossibly soft, pale meaty thighs framing her flushed face, trapping her completely. Her eyes widened further, embarrassment mounting as she remained helplessly stuck in this endlessly deepening kiss, the sweet, unintentional intimacy causing a shameful heat to bloom within her.
To any outside observer who was looking at their face, Kei and Kiyotaka were in quite a passionate lip-lock exchange. And unfortunately or fortunately for Kei, she was stuck for the foreseeable future.
On a bright note, she wasn’t the only one in a… unique position.
Chiaki Matsushita's situation was equally mortifying.
Her breath caught sharply, body freezing as embarrassment rapidly mingled with forbidden arousal. Her plush, thick thighs were trapped helplessly—one beneath Kiyotaka’s lower back, the other wedged tightly between Kei’s slender back and Maya’s smooth stomach.
Worst of all, She had landed right on top of Kiyotaka’s outstretched hand, her fat shapely ass sitting on his palm, and she became acutely aware of how he was gripping the doughy cheek of her thicc rump,
Any attempts to shift and get out only caused Kiyotaka’s hand to tense and grip her fat butt even tighter, and Chiaki shuddered involuntarily, biting her lip to suppress the soft gasp that threatened to escape. Shameful excitement coursed uncontrollably through her body
But just as it did, Panic bloomed suddenly as she imagined the horror if anyone else walked into the corridor and witnessed this intensely intimate scenario.
She looked around.
And her mouth parted in a shocked, o-shape as she looked at Maya, unable to believe what she was seeing.
Forget the fact that she, Chiaki Matsushita was sitting on Ayanokouji-Kun’s hand and couldn’t move away due to her legs being trapped, or that Kei was in a literal lip lock with Ayanokouji-Kun and couldn’t get out due to Maya’s lower half pushing her down. Neither of their situations was anywhere near as scandalous as what Maya was going through.
Maya’s predicament was undoubtedly the most scandalous of all.
She had ended up in an unmistakably erotic position—a humiliating 69—her face pressed squarely into Kiyotaka’s groin while her wide, supple hips sprawled directly atop Kei’s head and upper back. Her thick, soft thighs framed Kei’s flushed face perfectly, unintentionally forcing the helpless girl even deeper into the lingering kiss.
At first, Maya lay dazed, entirely empty-headed from the disorienting fall. Slowly, her blank eyes flickered open, registering nothing but confusion at first. But clarity returned sharply when she realized precisely what was filling her vision mere centimeters away.
“Oh…my god…” Maya murmured weakly, frozen in shock as she helplessly watched Kiyotaka Junior steadily rise before her eyes, growing impossibly prominent within the thin fabric of his swimsuit. Her eyes widened dramatically, the image reflected vividly in her pupils, completely overtaking her mind and reducing her to stunned silence.
Maya’s face burned a vivid scarlet, her mind utterly blank as she stared at the towering evidence of Kiyotaka’s arousal, mere centimeters from her stunned, bewildered face.
She could barely process the shameful intimacy she was currently experiencing, yet even as her thoughts spiraled chaotically, Maya still remained there, hypnotized and very much affected.
Finally regaining enough composure, Chiaki forced her voice out, though it trembled with embarrassment. "M-Maya! Get up slowly… please!"
Maya snapped fully awake at Chiaki's panicked voice, quickly realizing the severity of their predicament. "R-right!" she squeaked nervously, face burning scarlet as she awkwardly lifted herself away from Kiyotaka's bulging crotch, carefully untangling her legs and hips from around Kei’s head.
As Maya lifted herself off, Kei felt the pressure on the back of her head ease slightly, allowing her to finally break the passionate, unintended kiss. She jerked back instantly, her face blazing a bright red as she gasped loudly for breath, her slender fingers pressed shyly against her swollen lips.
"W-what the hell was that?!" Kei stammered in shock, struggling to regain her usual bravado but failing spectacularly due to her overwhelming embarrassment. Her eyes darted nervously to Kiyotaka, embarrassment doubling as their eyes met.
Taking the chance, she got up and back pedalled, instantly easing the weight that was on Chiaki’s trapped limp, the one leg that had been beneath Kiyotaka’s lower back and was put through the weight of three people on top.
Raising his hips so that she could remove her trapped leg from beneath his back, Chiaki took the chance immediately
Chiaki, now freed, quickly got off of Kiyotaka’s hand, cheeks burning fiercely as she stood up with Kiyotaka finally doing the same, her eyes shyly averted as his gaze landed on hers. She avoided looking at Kiyotaka directly, far too embarrassed to speak clearly. "I-I'm so sorry… that was… so embarrassing."
Understatement of the century, all of them, even Kiyotaka himself, were blushing.
Maya stammered incoherently, "T-that… oh my god, I can't believe that happened… I-I'm so sorry…"
He cleared his throat quietly, regaining his composure first despite the heat lingering in his cheeks. "It's… it's alright," he said gently, carefully avoiding making them feel any worse. "It was just an accident. Let's just forget it happened. And don’t worry, I promise not to ever say anything about this."
All three girls nodded fervently in silent agreement, utterly humiliated by the scandalous entanglement they'd inadvertently created. Kei regained some semblance of her usual self, though her blush remained intense as she quickly straightened her swimsuit, eyes averted shyly from Kiyotaka. "Y-yeah… what he said. This… this didn't happen, okay? Forget it immediately!"
But just as quickly remembering the second part of his statement, Kei whirled back to him only to blush even more furiously. “A-A-And d-don’t ever say a-anything.”
Chiaki nodded silently, still avoiding his gaze completely, visibly mortified but inwardly thankful Kiyotaka was being so understanding. Maya remained speechless, unable to meet anyone's eyes, her mind still replaying the explicit visual she'd witnessed moments earlier.
After another awkward pause, the three girls hurriedly retreated, embarrassment palpable as they practically fled the corridor. Kiyotaka stood quietly alone, releasing a long sigh, his usually steady composure momentarily rattled by the unexpected intimacy he’d just experienced.
Despite his outward calm, one thought lingered quietly in his mind:
These erotic accidents… were getting far too frequent for his liking.
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A gentle calm had finally returned to the boys' locker room, the earlier chaos and excitement of the pool activities giving way to quiet conversation.
Kiyotaka stood quietly by his locker, lost deep in thought, his typically unreadable face subtly strained as he silently contemplated the unfortunate events he'd been subjected to throughout the day. His fingertips brushed lightly against his lips, the lingering sensation of Kei's accidental kiss causing an unusual warmth to rise in his chest.
He ignored some of the chatter around him, lost in thought.
Before he could ponder further, the locker room door violently slammed open, echoing loudly and shattering the fragile peace. Every guy in the locker room, which was the entire male population of class D, turned to the entrance, bewildered, shocked, confused, some even outraged.
The reason why became apparent not even a moment later.
Nearly every girl from their class stormed in, led by a visibly furious Shinohara, Maezono, and a deceptively gentle yet clearly enraged Kushida. Their sudden, forceful intrusion immediately silenced all conversations.
"Alright, you disgusting creeps!" Shinohara shouted furiously, her voice quivering with righteous anger. Her cheeks were flushed scarlet, eyes blazing fiercely as she jabbed a finger accusingly toward the stunned group. "Which one of you filthy perverts did it?! Or was it all of you!!!??"
The fuck!?
“The hell are you on about!?” Sudo erupted in anger.
But Horikita, feeling a cold wave of fury, decided to answer his question in a silent but menacing hiss. “She’s talking about how all our underwear are missing.”
Instant chaos erupted. Boys shouted frantic denials, panicked voices rising in a cacophony of confusion and terror. Ike and Yamauchi immediately sprang forward, dramatically waving their arms, voices rising hysterically in exaggerated innocence.
"Wait, wait, wait! Hold on!" Ike protested vehemently, voice cracking with panic. "We didn't do anything! Seriously, you have to believe us!"
"Yeah!" Yamauchi frantically chimed in, his eyes wide open like dinner plates. "I swear on my life! I wouldn't even dream of doing something that stupid! I might joke around, but I’m no criminal!"
Yet their pleas did little to calm the furious girls. Mori's normally composed demeanor was icy and rigid, her eyes narrowed suspiciously at every boy in the room. Kushida, meanwhile, outwardly retained her gentle, sweet expression, hands folded innocently before her, yet beneath her flawless facade, her thoughts raged comically with venomous intensity.
‘Of course, it was you, Ayanokouji!’ Kushida internally seethed, eyes briefly flickering toward Kiyotaka, who calmly met her gaze without reaction. ‘First you shove your filthy bulge into my beautiful, perfectly enormous ass, now you're stealing panties too?! Just how depraved can one perfectly toned, disgustingly handsome, perverted freak be? Ugh—stop complimenting him, brain! He's the enemy! I'll destroy his miserable existence!’
Hirata quickly stepped forward, trying desperately to mediate the escalating chaos, his voice gentle yet firm. "Please, everyone, let’s just calm down. We can sort this out logically. Throwing accusations around without evidence won't solve anything."
His calm, steady words barely had an impact.
No matter how popular he was, not even Hirata was talented enough to calm down a massive raging group of women who had their underwear stolen.
Just then, the swimming instructor appeared quickly in the doorway, taking in the scene with a stern, authoritative expression. "What exactly is going on here?" he demanded sharply, his voice cutting through the chaos with commanding clarity.
Shinohara, still visibly angry, quickly explained the situation. "Sensei, someone stole underwear from all the girls' lockers while we were at the pool. We came back and found everything gone!"
The teacher’s expression darkened seriously, his eyes sweeping over the group with stern scrutiny. "This is a serious matter. We will immediately investigate thoroughly. I want full cooperation from every student here."
A tense, uncomfortable silence settled thickly over the locker room. Sudo clenched his fists angrily, teeth grinding as he declared fiercely, "Whoever did this, you're dead when I find you!"
Horikita calmly stepped forward, her voice cool and logical. "Sensei, I suggest we conduct a systematic search of every locker immediately. Just as Hirata-Kun mentioned earlier, accusations without evidence serve no purpose."
The instructor nodded sharply, immediately agreeing. "Everyone stand by your lockers. We’ll check each thoroughly. If this issue remains unresolved, it will escalate significantly. Understood?"
The boys reluctantly moved into position, nervous whispers filling the room as they anxiously awaited the search. Kouenji, entirely unaffected by the tense atmosphere, casually lounged against his locker, meticulously combing his luxurious hair.
He offered a dismissive shrug when Horikita raised an eyebrow at him, smiling elegantly. "Feel free to search thoroughly. Naturally, I would never sully my perfect hands with something so vulgar."
Horikita sighed slightly, her gaze shifting toward Kiyotaka, subtly observing his reaction. Kiyotaka remained outwardly calm, but beneath his indifferent facade, a rare anxiety began to gnaw at him. Given the previous erotic accidents he'd inadvertently been involved in, he couldn’t entirely rule out becoming unfairly implicated in this troubling incident.
It didn’t help that he had actually walked out of the swimming pool room for a few minutes, and while he stayed within sight of all the cameras (which unfortunately meant that his erotic accident with Kei, Maya, and Chiaki was captured on tape) and was innocent, that didn’t mean he relished having the attention on him.
Murmuring a quick internal prayer to God that no one brings up his absence, the masterpiece waited patiently.
The instructor began methodically searching the lockers, starting at the far end of the room. Each locker opened with an echoing creak, boys holding their breath nervously as scrutiny heightened with each passing moment.
Ike’s locker was quickly cleared, his visible relief palpable as he dramatically sagged against his neighbor, eyes closed in exaggerated gratitude. Yamauchi’s locker was next. He shifted anxiously, sweat visibly trailing down his flushed face. "Come on, come on, I’m innocent! I swear!" he mumbled nervously, his fingers trembling slightly.
Yet his locker too was eventually cleared, leaving him exhaling dramatically, knees visibly shaking with relief. "Thank god!" he whispered weakly.
Even Yamauchi realised that he could have false evidence planted, hence his relief.
The search continued steadily, locker after locker proving clean. Kushida, while outwardly supportive and patient, internally seethed comically, her mental accusations becoming increasingly hysterical as Kiyotaka’s locker neared.
‘Just wait until your locker opens, Ayanokouji!’ Kushida raged internally, teeth grinding silently beneath her sweetly smiling exterior. ‘I bet you’re sweating now, aren’t you? You disgusting, handsome freak! I’ll finally have proof to annihilate you with!’
Though she had decided on the first day that she didn’t want to expel him and wanted to absolutely torture and break him, but… it didn’t mean that she wasn’t finding pleasure in this.
Part of her wanted him to be expelled while the other wanted to take her time in humiliating him.
Kiyotaka, despite his outward calm, silently noted Kushida’s subtly intense stare.
He maintained a neutral, unreadable expression, yet inwardly he couldn’t ignore the troublesome implications of Kushida’s obsessive suspicions. A mild discomfort twisted uncharacteristically within him—this situation was getting dangerously complicated.
Finally, the instructor reached Kiyotaka’s locker. The room became deathly silent, every eye focusing intently. The metallic click of the lock echoed dramatically as the instructor swung the door open, carefully examining the contents within. The tension was suffocating, the air thick with anticipation.
Kiyotaka quietly stood, expression unwavering, yet internally he acknowledged a faint nervousness—not because he was guilty, but precisely because he knew the optics of recent events made him an easy target. Yet the instructor quickly finished the check, closing the locker calmly.
"Clear," the instructor declared evenly, causing him to nearly exhale in relief, nearly.
Kushida’s sweet smile faltered ever so slightly in concealed disappointment before it turned bright again, genuinely bright.
It seemed like she could take her time breaking him~
The searches continued, gradually clearing more students. Eventually, attention fell on a quieter student—Tanaka—who had been notably nervous and silent throughout the ordeal. His eyes widened dramatically as the instructor approached his locker, his breath quickening visibly.
Tanaka’s hands trembled as the instructor pulled open the locker door, revealing a hastily concealed bag tucked suspiciously in the corner. The instructor's eyes narrowed dangerously as he withdrew the bag, holding it high for all to see.
An audible gasp echoed around the locker room, followed by stunned murmurs of shock and disbelief. Tanaka’s face paled instantly, mouth opening and closing silently in futile protest, his entire body trembling violently.
"I-I can explain!" he stammered desperately, voice breaking sharply. "Please, this isn't—!"
"Tanaka…" Hirata murmured quietly, his usually kind eyes filled with disappointment and confusion. "Why…?"
The instructor's expression turned coldly severe, his voice firm and unwavering. "This is extremely serious, Tanaka. You're coming with me immediately. The rest of you, clear out. We'll handle this from here."
Silence reigned heavily in the locker room as students slowly dispersed, stunned whispers exchanged quietly. Girls shot disgusted, disappointed looks toward Tanaka, while boys shook their heads silently.
Kiyotaka lingered briefly, eyes narrowing subtly as he quietly observed Tanaka’s crumbling expression—something felt strangely off. Tanaka was shy, withdrawn, and hardly seemed capable of such an audacious crime. Yet, he had been caught red-handed.
Still, Kiyotaka couldn't dismiss a nagging suspicion that this incident wasn't as simple as it seemed. Someone else was likely involved, orchestrating events from the shadows.
Most likely the guy was a victim rather than the perpetrator.
End.
Oooh, the romance between Kei and Kiyotaka already started, muhahahahahahhaha
I’ll be honest, I actually like Kei’s personality.
She can be hardheaded, sure, but she can be very sweet given time.
And patience.
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I’ll see you all on the next update.
Peace.
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