"It's over, you have to take responsibility for me!"
Kushida Kikyo pressed her entire weight against Kaoru, her arms wrapped around his neck, her chest pressing against his back, creating a sensation of both pain and pleasure.
Her mood seemed more enthusiastic than usual, completely unlike how a little angel should behave, instead resembling a sulky girlfriend.
"What exactly am I supposed to take responsibility for?"
Kaoru, who had been about to call Horikita Manabu, felt somewhat exasperated.
"Mind your image. Although I don't mind, others might."
"Stop talking nonsense. I'm so cute, no matter what I do, someone will like me."
Kushida Kikyo clung to his back.
The room currently contained only her and Kaoru, whereas Kei Karuizawa, who would normally be present, was absent.
At this moment, it could be said to be a rare time for the two of them to be alone.
"It's been so annoying today. The Class C people have been following us like sticky plasters. I heard some people have been constantly harassed by them, and even I almost got stuck with someone."
As she spoke, Kushida Kikyo let out a big sigh.
"They might have seen me running into your room. Ah, my image is beyond saving now."
What would happen when a little angel enters a man's room?
Anyone with a vivid imagination could picture the scene.
Probably, in most people's eyes, she had already become a Cream Puff.
Kushida Kikyo felt a bit sad, though deep down she wished she could become Kaoru's Cream Puff.
"Haven't you been beyond saving since winter break?"
Kaoru played with his phone. "The boys in your class all think I've pinned you to the bed."
Kushida Kikyo pouted, "So, you have to take responsibility for me. No free rides."
"How do you want me to take responsibility?"
Kaoru chuckled. "How about we get married?"
Kushida Kikyo immediately pinched his neck, hiding her flushed face.
"Who wants to marry you? Save those words for Kei!"
However, she forgot that Kaoru was stronger than her.
In almost an instant, he retaliated.
Kaoru reached back to her waist, and a single tickle was all it took to make her unable to bear it.
"No, don't... not here... hahaha stop hahaha wuwuwu..."
With clear, ringing laughter, the girl collapsed onto the bed. Kaoru pinned her hands and continued tickling her waist.
The hem of her nightgown faintly revealed her snow-white skin, and her soft belly showed a slightly indented curve.
As the girl laughed, her abdomen continuously contracted without a trace of excess fat.
One could even see her somewhat exaggerated waistline, and her slightly raised hip line carried a touch of innocence—a feeling mature women don't possess, unique to a girl of this age.
Kaoru didn't continue bullying her for long and soon stopped.
Kushida Kikyo lay on the bed, breathing weakly with her prominently raised chest undulating like waves, her face flushed crimson.
"Aren't you going to play anymore, Master?"
Kushida Kikyo spoke with a slight sultry tone, her lips slightly parted, her eyes filled with seduction.
"I'm Class D's Command Tower. Would you like to interrogate me tonight?"
Kaoru tapped her forehead with a karate chop, amused. "Did your class discussion yield any results?"
The implication was clear—this little angel hadn't even participated in her class's discussion, instead staying in his room, making herself utterly useless.
Kushida Kikyo covered her forehead, somewhat displeased.
"I'm the little angel. I just need to maintain my smile and cuteness. The rest can be left to people like Horikita."
"Hmm, why would I interrogate you instead of Suzune?"
Kaoru pinched her soft, plump cheeks.
"Because she hasn't figured things out yet."
Kushida Kikyo swatted away his mischievous hand. "She ran into Ryuuen on the way today and seemed to have talked about something. I don't think she can defeat that delinquent."
"Why?" Kaoru asked.
Kushida Kikyo gave him a strange look, as if stating the obvious. "Although I haven't had much contact with Ryuuen, I usually hang out with people from Class C. They all think he's someone who glorifies violence and underhanded tricks. Horikita definitely can't handle someone like that."
"This is an exam, not a fighting ring."
"What if their event is a fighting ring?"
"..."
Kaoru studied Kushida Kikyo.
He had to revise his previous impression of this little angel.
Truly a case of "pink on the outside, black on the inside"—she was unusually sharp in this regard.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Kushida Kikyo felt she hadn't said anything wrong. "Their class has so many delinquents—Ishizaki, Ibuki, Albert, Nishino, and others. Even if it's not a fighting ring, if we compete in sports, I doubt we can beat them."
It wasn't that the little angel lacked confidence in her class; she simply understood them too well.
Their cohesion was practically zero, utterly a case of "every man for himself" when disaster struck.
Moreover, ever since Yamauchi Haruki dropped out, Hirata Yosuke seemed to have suffered some major blow.
He had completely changed, remaining silent and withdrawn these past few days.
"I thought you'd at least cheer for your own class." Kaoru said.
"Of course I will. After all, I'm the adorable little Kikyo. I have to keep up appearances perfectly."
Kushida Kikyo giggled. "But there's no one here now. In front of you, I can't be bothered to pretend."
Kaoru blinked. "Can you call me 'Master'?"
"Master, your little puppy is here."
Kushida Kikyo naturally complied obediently, casting him a seductive glance.
A strange feeling arose in Kaoru's heart. His lingering rationality told him something was off.
"Did Kei say something to you?"
Kushida Kikyo immediately averted her gaze, feigning nonchalance as she studied the pillow beside her.
"I'm sleeping here for the next few days. The people in Class C are too annoying."
Her uniform was already in her bag, which was sitting on Kaoru's desk.
"If I'm a lecher, you're the lecherous girl."
Kaoru was somewhat speechless. Before, she had always resisted, but now she seemed to be actively enjoying it.
"Not at all. I haven't done anything. You're the one overthinking things, okay?" Kushida Kikyo naturally denied his words—she couldn't possibly admit how intensely she envied Karuizawa Kei, occasionally even wishing to forgo safety measures.
Kaoru ignored her, sitting beside her as he continued sending messages to Horikita Manabu on his phone.
After just a short while, Kushida grew bored.
She stretched out her foot and nudged Kaoru's back.
Seeing no reaction from him, she grew bolder, attempting to pinch his clothes with her toes and slowly lift the hem of his shirt.
Kaoru grabbed her foot, and she immediately froze.
"What are you doing?" Kushida asked, grasping for conversation.
"The election. I'm asking my senior to spare some time so I can campaign," Kaoru replied. "But I feel bad about troubling him so often, so I offered him five million Personal points. He's refusing to accept them right now—I'm trying to persuade him."
Kushida's expression turned peculiar. "Didn't your class spend twenty million to rescue someone?"
"These are my personal points. They have nothing to do with the class," Kaoru answered.
Kushida fell even deeper into silence, feeling a sense of emptiness.
As a member of Class D, she truly had nothing in common with someone like him.
After a moment, she muttered sullenly, "I need to pee."
Indeed, after playing for so long without Kaoru's permission, Kushida had grown unaccustomed to acting on her own.
She expected Kaoru to allow her to use the restroom, but instead, he calmly stated.
"Hold it for now."
Kushida widened her eyes, staring at him in disbelief.
"Hey, this isn't something you can just hold in!"
"Endure it until I'm done. If you last until the end, I'll reward you."
"Who cares about your reward? It should be me rewarding you!"
Kaoru touched her foot, and her originally small, cute toes instantly curled up as if an electric current had passed through her.
Her face flushed crimson as she glared at him.
"If you can't hold it, there will be punishment," Kaoru said with a faint smile. "Whether you get a reward or punishment depends entirely on your performance."
"You foot-fetishist pervert!"
Kushida trembled with anger, her gaze sharp enough to kill.
The blush on her delicate face had spread to her neck, though her fury seemed more like a mask for her excitement.
Like master, like pet.
She had even tensed her entire body, her legs tightly pressed together, eagerly anticipating what would come next.