When the bell rang for break, Sona and Tsubaki didn't waste any time.
They appeared at the door of Silas's classroom almost immediately, and before he could even stand up properly, both girls grabbed one of his arms each and gently but firmly dragged him outside.
They took him to a quiet, shaded bench beneath a large cherry blossom tree on the edge of the school grounds. It was one of the more private spots during lunch. Sona had come prepared a small, elegant lunchbox in her hands.
She opened it to reveal a tiny jar of high-grade caviar, some crackers, and chilled sparkling water.
Silas raised an eyebrow as they sat him down in the middle of the bench, Sona on his right and Tsubaki on his left.
"You're really spoiling me today," he said, amused.
Sona adjusted her glasses with a small, satisfied smile and began feeding him a cracker topped with caviar.
"Only the best for you," she said softly.
Silas took the bite. The caviar was… honestly not that impressive to him, but he didn't care. The girls feeding him by hand more than made up for it.
"After Sona," Tsubaki asked quietly, her voice smooth and elegant, "can you take me out as well?"
Silas leaned back against the bench, enjoying the gentle breeze.
"Hmm? Sure, why not," he replied casually.
Students walked past the tree, many of them waving and giggling at the sight. Silas had somehow become the school's undisputed number one hot guy practically overnight.
The rankings had completely flipped ,Kiba had been pushed down to second place, much to the Sword Birth's quiet dismay.
Sona leaned a little closer, offering him another bite.
"The following week is the sports festival," she said. "Rias and I always compete to see whose team is better. Whose side will you join?"
"Neither," Silas answered without hesitation. "That would be cheating."
Tsubaki chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Are you really that good at everything?" she asked.
Silas turned his head toward her, a flirtatious smirk spreading across his face.
"Why? Would you like to test it out?"
Tsubaki's cheeks flushed pink, but she didn't look away.
"I don't know… would you?"
Before Silas could reply, he felt Sona tug insistently at his arm.
"Hey… flirt with me too," she pleaded, her usual cool composure cracking into something almost cute.
Silas laughed lightly.
"I wasn't flirting. If I was, you'd already have your panties wet by now."
Sona's face turned bright red. She opened her mouth, closed it, then gathered her courage and looked him straight in the eyes.
"…I don't believe you."
The moment those words left her mouth, Silas's smirk grew darker and far more dangerous.
He leaned in slowly, his voice dropping into a low, teasing whisper right next to her ear.
"Is that a challenge, Sona?"
The tension under the cherry blossom tree was suddenly thick with something far sweeter than just lunch.
"I… I was just—" she started, but her voice faltered when Silas placed a hand on her thigh, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze under the table.
Tsubaki watched the exchange with wide eyes and a faint, amused smile, clearly enjoying how easily her President was getting flustered.
Silas didn't let up.
"If I really wanted to flirt with you right now," he murmured, fingers tracing slow circles on her thigh, "I wouldn't be whispering in your ear. I'd tell you how I've been thinking about bending you over this bench and fucking you until you can't even walk back to class."
Sona's breath hitched sharply. Her thighs pressed together instinctively as heat flooded between her legs.
"Silas…" she whispered, half-warning, half-pleading.
Tsubaki let out a soft, surprised giggle, covering her mouth with her hand.
"My, my… You really don't hold back, do you?"
Silas leaned back casually, still smirking as he looked between both girls.
"I don't see the point in holding back," he said. "Especially when both of you clearly want it."
Sona looked away quickly, adjusting her glasses again in a futile attempt to regain her dignity. Her ears were burning red.
Tsubaki, however, was much bolder. She leaned in closer on his other side, pressing her soft breast against his arm.
"Then… when are you going to stop teasing us and actually do something about it?" she asked, voice smooth and seductive.
Silas chuckled and wrapped an arm around each of their waists, pulling them closer.
"Soon," he promised. "Very soon."
The three of them sat there under the cherry blossom tree, the air thick with tension and unspoken desire.
Students passing by kept stealing glances, whispering excitedly at the sight of the school's top three most desired people being so openly intimate.
Sona eventually cleared her throat, trying to steer the conversation back to safer ground, though her voice was still a little shaky.
"…The sports festival. You're really not joining us?"
"Nope," Silas replied, popping a piece of fruit into his mouth. "I'll just watch. Maybe cheer for whoever's winning at the time."
Tsubaki smiled, resting her head lightly against his shoulder.
"I think I'd like to see you compete one day."
Silas grinned.
" I would win everything "
The lunch break continued with light conversation, teasing, and plenty of subtle touches under the table.
By the time the bell rang, Sona's thighs were pressed tightly together, and Tsubaki's cheeks had a permanent flush.
As they walked back toward the school building. Silas just laughed and kept walking between them, arms still loosely around their waists.
TO BE CONTINUED