"…Is it really okay to sneak off and eat alone?"
Looking at Kushida Kikyo standing at his door with a faint smile, Asakusa Toru stepped aside and gestured for her to come in.
Sakura Airi was still gritting her teeth and enduring, forcing herself to keep up with training.
And yet the very person who encouraged her with those same words—
Had quietly slipped away and come here instead.
"…'Sneaking food' sounds awful." Kushida lowered her gaze, avoiding eye contact as she changed her shoes. "I just came to deliver your final exam notes."
Give you the notes, take the "pen" in return.
"This is your reward for enduring three weeks."
"Airi's willpower is too weak. If she quits midway, it'll be hard for her to pick it back up again. That's why I came alone."
She spoke as if it all made perfect sense.
But if you really listened—
It was all excuses.
Her body had already betrayed her intentions.
The skirt that had slipped down unnoticed.
The blush spreading from her neck to her ears.
The faint friction of her legs pressing together.
No matter how calm she looked—
Nothing about her was natural.
She opened the drawer, took out the neatly folded "ammunition," and tore one open with her teeth.
Then she turned back.
Eyes half-lidded.
A gaze dripping with allure.
"Come study," she said.
...
Kushida's "study notes" were incredibly effective.
Especially the "pen."
Smooth. Fluid.
It wrote however one wished.
And when one didn't know what to write—
It moved on its own.
Knowledge flowed like silk, weaving dreamlike patterns, slipping into memory and overflowing again.
Learning was repetition.
Start. Enter. Absorb. Engrave. Withdraw. Repeat.
When questions could be answered effortlessly—
That knowledge was mastered.
And Kushida Kikyo—
Had long since been "mastered" as well.
Dependence, reborn after nineteen days of restraint.
…She probably couldn't leave him anymore.
"Shhh—"
Water ran in the bathroom.
She still had some strength left, but going in now would mean complete exhaustion.
Kushida casually tied off the small "memory capsule" in her hand and tossed it into the trash without a second thought.
Eat it?
Are you insane?
Maybe raw would be one thing, but mixed with lubricant? Absolutely not.
She sat at the edge of the bed, gently swinging her legs.
Instead of looking toward the bathroom—
She turned toward the balcony.
Night had settled in.
Stars shimmered faintly.
The kind of moment that made people want to indulge in a little pointless sentimentality.
If she had to describe the people she met since entering this school—
They could be summed up as wind, flower, and snow.
The diary was the biting wind.
Sakura Airi was the delicate flower.
Horikita Suzune was the stubborn snow.
As for Asakusa Toru—
He was… something else entirely.
"Fufufu…"
A soft, bell-like laugh escaped her lips.
Kushida was in an excellent mood.
...
After resting a bit, she returned where she belonged.
She didn't dare stay the night.
If Sakura found out—
That "good friend" façade would instantly collapse.
Besides, she was already satisfied.
Sleeping alone tonight wouldn't feel lonely at all.
As for whether Sakura felt lonely…
Well.
Fruits tasted sweetest after endurance.
Kushida believed Sakura would thank her someday—for both the effort and the reward.
She clasped her hands together lightly.
"Click."
The door closed.
Kushida Kikyo left.
...
Stretching his back, Asakusa Toru finally took out his diary.
He hadn't written today's entry yet.
This morning, he had already said it—
Today marked the 100th day since he obtained the diary.
Would there be new features?
Would the rewards improve?
Who knew.
But missing it was not an option.
Just the "100 days" milestone alone was enough content.
And more importantly—
It was time to reveal the details of the uninhabited island exam.
The school had likely finalized everything since midterms.
With less than a month left, nothing could be changed now.
At worst, only Sakayanagi might cause trouble.
And if she did—
Even better.
He'd get fresh material.
After organizing his thoughts, he closed his eyes.
When he opened them again—
The diary was already open before him.
[Day 1, I started writing a diary.
Day 10, I'm still writing a diary.
Day 100—of course I'm writing a diary!
We've spent a full 100 days together now. You must be happy, right?
At least I am.
This school is incredible. Every day is entertaining.
If youth has a form, this place is probably it.
Anyway—
Let's talk about something that happened recently.
A confession.
Yes, you, little mascot.
I thought you were confessing to the angel—why are you confessing to the recorder guy?
Was that intentional? Were you aiming to get rejected?
Unbelievable.
Not my type. Rejected.
…Wait, not confessing to me?
Haha.
Then that's even better.
Love, confession, union—everyone says it's beautiful.
So you two are going to "unite," right?
Time for a senior like me to give guidance.
Kissing tips were already covered before.
Now, let's move on to advanced lessons.
Find the sensitive spots.
Earlobes, neck, chest, underarms, abdomen, thighs…
Everyone's different.
So—target the weak points and strike fast.
If possible, submit a 1000-word experience report.
…Actually, never mind. Too much detail ruins the mystery.
Moving on.
Now—
Time for some good news about the upcoming special exam.
On August 1st, we'll head to a beautiful island surrounded by blue seas.
Sounds like a vacation, right?
Wrong.
It's an exam.
From August 1 to noon on August 7.
Each class receives basic supplies and 300 special points.
Use them wisely.
Leftover points convert 1:1 into class points.
Yes—this is your chance to gain a massive amount of points.
Newbie bonus.
Additional rules:
Base capture. Earn points every 8 hours.
Leader system. Each class selects one leader with a key card.
Guessing game. Identify other class leaders.
If guessed correctly, they lose all base points and 50 extra.
My advice? Don't guess.
Stop sabotaging each other and just farm points.
Work together, split the gains—it's smarter.
Anyway—
That's the exam.
Now for today's "public information."
Koenji Rokusuke.
Nickname: Beautiful Guy.
Heir to a major conglomerate.
Top-tier physique, excellent academics.
But extremely individualistic and uncooperative.
Signature move: mixing random English into speech.
In short—
A walking problem child.
Still, rich people do have advantages.
At least now even poor students can train too.
For example—
Recently, the little angel has been leading a group training sessions.
Looks like some people have already figured out the next exam.
As for the little princess—
She probably won't participate.
What a pity.
I'd really like to see her struggle to survive on the island.]
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