Chapter 336: Sending Female Students to Seduce My Student's Boyfriend! / Their First Kiss
Honami really did make a mistake there.
Shimizu Akira set his phone down and shook his head gently. As the leader of Class B, bringing students from other classes into her group out of sympathy was, from a rules and standpoint perspective, undoubtedly wrong. If it had been anyone else, he would have pointed it out bluntly and told them to correct it immediately.
But the person was Ichinose Honami. She was his girlfriend.
Information from a few days ago suggested that Honami was likely to fall into a period of low spirits and self-seclusion.
In a time like this, how could he dare to tell her "you're wrong" or use harsh words to wake her up? What if he wasn't careful and she truly spiraled into a depressive state?
This was the real world; there was no "undo" button. A single sentence or attitude could wound the heart of someone important. And wounds of the soul don't heal as easily as physical ones; some marks, once left, might never fade.
Shimizu considered himself a rational person, but he was certainly not a "logic machine." That was why he had offered those excuses and comforts over the phone.
He couldn't watch her be crushed by self-reproach, so he prioritized catching her emotions first.
However, that didn't mean he would let it slide forever. There was still time before the next special exam and over a month until finals.
The process of persuading her and helping her adjust her thinking... that could happen slowly. Helping her improve just a little bit every day was enough.
He thought for a while, then called Kushida Kikyo to check on the rumors.
"Mhm? Akira-kun, you don't actually think those boring rumors affect me, do you?" Kikyo's voice sounded almost cheerful.
"I actually want to thank whoever is behind this. Thanks to them, my classmates have been so concerned about me lately! It feels pretty good. Say, should I make an alt account to secretly bash myself a few times?"
"Don't, Kikyo, please don't..." Shimizu pressed his hand to his temple, his tone helpless.
After hanging up, he sighed. The joys and sorrows of people really were not shared.
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On the other side, after listening to Honami's explanation, Hoshinomiya Chie also felt a headache coming on.
Her precious Class Rep... had experience with shoplifting! But really, it was just once! And it wasn't anything valuable!
Chie wasn't exactly a model teacher herself, so she didn't think it was a big deal.
Who hasn't made a few mistakes when they were young? Besides, Honami had already obtained the victim's forgiveness; fundamentally, it wasn't a world-ending issue.
What truly left her speechless was that Honami had actually started dating Shimizu Akira back during the Pairing Exam.
'Wait, what? She kept it from me for this long?!'
And... that boy had already taken so many liberties! Thighs, lips... Shimizu Akira had laid claim to them all for so long...
However, hearing Honami's cautious, fearful tone over the phone, Chie couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh.
She had been a teacher for seven years; she knew that children raised in single-parent homes were often like this—lacking a sense of security. Especially during their first romance, they were prone to giving their entire hearts away.
Thinking about it that way explained why a girl as bright and cheerful as Ichinose Honami would unconsciously act so humble in an intimate relationship. How could she, as a teacher, scold such a sensible child who just wanted to protect her sister?
"Then... why don't you just invite him to Class B? Aren't you two dating?" Chie asked tentatively.
"Akira-kun... feels more comfortable in Class C. Besides," Honami stammered, "he... has other girlfriends. Kikyo and Horikita-san are both in Class C..."
"Ah—!" Chie's eyes widened.
'Wait, wait, wait. More than one girlfriend?! Isn't this relationship a bit too open?!'
Even as a teacher who liked to go out and have fun, she didn't dare formally date because she was afraid of being judged.
But this Shimizu Akira... not only was he dating her Honami, he was actually building a harem?! If Class A's Mashima Tomonari heard this, he'd probably turn red with envy!
"Chie-sensei... can you help me think of a way?" Honami asked timidly.
Chie snapped back to reality. Honestly, she wanted to ask, "Why can you accept him having a harem?" but hearing her gentle, kind, and well-endowed Honami asking so seriously, she swallowed the question.
"Since he called you immediately and coaxed you regardless of the logic... based on my knowledge of men, I'm 60% sure Shimizu won't care too much about your past," she said, trying to sound reliable.
"Just tell him; he likely won't take it to heart. ...However, just talking about possibilities isn't enough. Since you've consulted me, I'll help you test his tolerance for 'shoplifting.' How about that?"
"Thank you, Chie-sensei!" Honami was clearly relieved.
"But—conversely!" Chie emphasized half-seriously. "If you dare to abandon Class B and run off to Class C with him... your Chie-sensei will cry in her dorm every night! You don't want your teacher and classmates washing their faces with tears every day, do you?"
"Pfft... No, no!" Honami finally giggled.
"I talked to Akira-kun about that long ago; he won't force me to transfer. Sensei is so good to me, how could I leave you behind?"
After hanging up, Chie smiled. "Finally laughed, Honami."
She truly viewed Honami as a younger sister.
She had heard about the class issues from Kobashi Yume and had planned to take Honami out to de-stress this weekend. Now it seemed Shimizu Akira was quite competent; at least he knew to comfort his girlfriend first so she'd have the courage to ask for help.
"Stabilizing the emotions first without nitpicking logic... at least he knows the basic duties of a boyfriend." Her slight dissatisfaction with Shimizu dissipated a little.
However...
"Would someone with that personality really start a harem?" she muttered to herself.
"He doesn't look the type... Could it be... that Sae-chan is behind this?"
The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Sae was the type to violate school rules, set up secret Class Reps, and transfer points to students... what wouldn't she do? Shimizu was so vital to Class C. To keep him there, arranging for the class girls to get close to him was perfectly normal.
"That Sae-chan is so wicked! Sending female students to seduce my student's boyfriend! Forcing him to have a harem—where is her teacher's ethics?! So shameless! If you're going to act like that, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Hoshinomiya Chie clenched her fist and cursed her friend, completely forgetting that she had tried similar tactics in previous years.
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Saturday, a day off. Shimizu went downstairs around 6:00 AM. He had been doing morning exercises for about eight months now. After 200 days, it felt as natural as breathing. He didn't even need an alarm anymore; his body woke up at 5:30 sharp.
He glanced toward the dorms and saw lights on in several rooms. His phone vibrated.
Kamuro Masumi: Why aren't you running yet? What are you standing around for?
Shimizu's mouth twitched. He hadn't even finished his warm-up, and his "audience" was already heckling him. As far as he knew, at least six people watched him run every morning: Karuizawa Kei, Kamuro Masumi, Horikita Suzune, Kushida Kikyo, and occasionally Horikita Manabu and the Chairman on the boys' side.
He didn't rush. He finished his stretches.
Kamuro Masumi: You're too slow. I'm going back to sleep.
'Wait! Why is she always nagging but never giving 'donations' for the show?!'
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Around 11:00 AM, Shimizu headed to a Chinese restaurant recommended by Wang Mei-Yu. It had opened during winter break and reportedly served authentic food. At the entrance of Keyaki Mall, his two dates—Sakura Airi and Hasabe Haruka—were already waiting.
Sakura Airi is wearing a light pink coat and a red scarf, meanwhile Hasabe Haruka choose a white coat with light blue inner. Both wore thick leggings (tights).
Even though they were bundled up, their figures were still clear. Girls with large chests simply couldn't hide them.
"Akira-kun!" Haruka saw him first and waved on tiptoe. Airi turned as well, smiling shyly.
As he walked over, Haruka leaned in.
"We've been waiting for five minutes. Any later and Airi would have started worrying that you forgot."
"Ha-Haruka!" Airi's ears turned red as she pulled on Haruka's sleeve.
"Sorry, I took a slight detour." Shimizu naturally stood between them. "Is it cold?"
"It's fine, we're wearing thick socks," Haruka said, naturally linking her arm with his. Airi hesitated for a second, then gently linked the other.
Shimizu was sandwiched in the middle. This was likely the first time in his life he had a girl on each arm.
Their figures were great, and the sensation was soft and comfortable. Except...
Was Haruka on the left leaning in too close? She was almost nonchalantly pressing her chest against his arm. He looked at her, and she stared back with "I'm doing this on purpose" written in her eyes.
Airi, on the right, seemed to notice; her ears turned red, but she didn't say anything, only gripping his arm a bit more softly.
'Are these two actually competing in secret?' Shimizu finally understood what it felt like to have "one on each side." It was a pretty great feeling.
Once they passed the automatic doors, Haruka loosened her grip slightly, and Airi let go to adjust her scarf. Because Shimizu had shared info with them beforehand, they chatted naturally.
"A Chinese restaurant!" Airi whispered. "I only know about dumplings..."
"I want to try Mapo Tofu!" Haruka chimed in.
"I've seen it so many times in anime; I've always wanted to try it!"
The mall was busy, and occasional students gave them curious looks—one guy with two girls was bound to stand out. Haruka didn't mind, but Airi kept her head down, barely daring to make eye eye-contact.
Shimizu suddenly felt a gaze following them.
When he turned, he saw Yamamura Miki passing through the doors. She seemed startled to be spotted, her face flushing with panic before she vanished into the crowd.
'Why is she running? Am I that scary?'
Since it was date time, he didn't dwell on it. He looked at Airi, who was nervously pinching the hem of her coat, and reached out to hold her hand. The warmth from his palm made her flinch slightly, but she looked up with a relieved smile.
They went to the fourth floor to "Long Teng Xuan." The restaurant was filled with the aroma of spices and the sound of people talking.
"This is it." Shimizu let go of Airi's hand and Haruka's arm to lift the curtain of the door.
The place was nearly full. They were led to a table for four by the window. Haruka immediately dove into the menu.
"They really have Mapo Tofu! And... what's this? Twice-cooked pork?"
Airi sat cautiously on the inside seat, her eyes darting over the dishes on other tables—steaming dumplings and glistening noodles. Shimizu scanned the room but didn't see Yamamura or anyone else familiar; the feeling of being watched had vanished.
"You guys order first," Shimizu smiled. "Don't worry about not being able to finish. I have a big appetite."
"Then... I'll have the Mapo Tofu and some dumplings," Airi said. "I'll have egg fried rice and green pepper shredded pork!" Haruka added.
Shimizu added a steamer of soup dumplings (xiaolongbao). When the tea arrived, he filled their cups.
"Thanks, Aki-chan!" Haruka, disregarding the setting, leaned over and kissed his cheek. Airi, blushing, followed suit on the other side.
"It's just pouring tea." Shimizu chuckled and patted their hands.
"Actually, it's a thank you for accepting the two of us," Haruka said with a grin.
"This is our formal thanks for dating us."
'Well, being thanked for having a harem again.'
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After lunch, they went to the cinema. Shimizu chose the movie "Flying Colors", starring Arimura Kasumi. It's a story about a girl at the bottom of her class who works hard to get into Keio University. Even though it wasn't a new release, the theater was crowded. It was a classic, hot-blooded inspirational film.
However, there was a line in the movie that roughly translated to: "There are no bad students, only bad teachers." Shimizu disagreed with that.
Having been in school for over a decade, he knew some students simply refused to understand the importance of learning. No matter how good the teacher, it would be a wasted effort.
Back at Shimizu's dorm, Haruka dived into the kotatsu, still buzzing from the movie.
"After watching that, I'm suddenly interested in studying! Airi, let's work hard together!"
Airi nodded seriously.
Shimizu, sandwiched between them, said, "In your case, just maintain a decent level. There's no need to force your Standard Score (SS) above 60. After the mock exams, if Kikyo is busy, I'll tutor you both. Finals are coming soon."
"Mhm, understood!"
"Thanks, Akira-kun!"
'A girl at the bottom with a 4th-grade knowledge level getting into Keio (SS 65) in one year... that's a fairy tale that only exists in movies' Shimizu thought. He had tutored them before; both Airi and Haruka weren't exactly "academic geniuses." They struggled with logic-heavy subjects.
Class C had plenty of high-achievers like Koenji, Horikita, Kushida, Keisei, and Hirata. If these two could make the top 20 of the class, it would be a massive achievement.
As he was lost in thought, something touched his thigh under the kotatsu. At first, he thought it was an accident, but then a small foot began to rub against his leg.
He glanced to the right; Airi was holding his hand with a satisfied, quiet expression. He looked to the left—Haruka was smirking, her eyes like little crescent moons.
'Of course it's her.'
Shimizu let go of her hand and pinched her cheek.
"You're the most mischievous one."
"But... I just want to be close to Aki-chan." Haruka leaned in, poking his chest.
"That was the whole point of today's date—to finish what we didn't get to do in the storage room."
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Since they were in the dorm, the atmosphere shifted. Shimizu didn't say anything, just pinched her cheek again. Haruka took the opportunity to tilt her face up and proactively press her lips to his.
Though it was her first kiss, she entered his territory with a clumsy but bold momentum. Her soft tongue tentatively explored until Shimizu took the lead and deepened the kiss. Haruka let out a soft hum from the back of her throat.
After ten seconds, he let her go.
"Hehe... so that's what kissing feels like." Haruka touched her lips. "It's... really nice."
Then, Shimizu felt a tug on his shirt from the other side.
"A-Akira-kun!"
He turned to see Airi with her eyes closed, her cheeks a deep crimson. Shimizu knew exactly what she wanted. He gently cupped her face. The moment their lips met, the shy Airi stiffened, her lips pressed tight like a startled animal.
Shimizu didn't rush her; he just stroked her hair. This gave her courage.
Airi slowly opened her eyes and finally began to respond, bit by bit. Unlike with Haruka, he didn't go deep immediately, just slowly intensified the kiss until her shoulders relaxed.
After another ten seconds, he pulled back. Airi didn't dare look up, just panted softly. Haruka was watching the whole thing with wide eyes.
Once Airi hid her face in Shimizu's shoulder, Haruka giggled.
"Wow—Aki-chan is so cunning! You were so gentle with Airi but so fierce and fast with me! Unfair!"
Shimizu flicked her forehead.
"That's what you get for being so bold. It was a lesson."
He looked at them helplessly. "By the way... when we're being intimate, are you really going to take turns like this?"
"Yes, yes!" "...!"
They both nodded simultaneously without hesitation.
Shimizu was speechless. He had two hands, but only one mouth. The ancients said "two fists cannot fight four hands," and they weren't wrong. This must be the unique trouble that comes with a harem!
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