Sasaki Fuyumi's vision swam. For a moment, he could have sworn he saw the Spring Maiden herself walking toward him—pink and pure and impossibly full, surrounded by cherry blossoms that seemed to exist only to frame her perfection. Sacred. Untouchable. The kind of vision that made you forget to breathe.
Then reality crashed back, and he realized he was staring at Egawa Mitsuki's most private place, now exposed because his hand had pulled her safety shorts aside.
Egawa Mitsuki felt the chill before she fully understood what had happened. When her eyes focused and she saw him there, between her legs, looking at her like she was something to be devoured—
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET AWAY FROM ME!"
She lashed out instinctively, legs kicking—but he was kneeling between them, and her movement only clamped her thighs around his waist. Sasaki Fuyumi sucked in a sharp breath. If she squeezed any harder, he'd be crushed by those endless legs of hers.
He decided to stop pretending.
A slow, cruel smile spread across his face. "What am I doing? Getting revenge, obviously. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gotten in trouble with the teacher. And you made me lick your feet—do you know how humiliating that was?"
Egawa Mitsuki's face cycled through colors—flushed red, deathly pale, then red again. Her fists clenched so tightly her nails bit into her palms. "You 'lied' to me!"
The realization hit like a truck. He'd promised not to touch her. He'd looked her in the eyes and 'promised'. And now this. He'd planned this all along, hadn't he? Every word, every gesture, every fake hesitation—all of it was just leading her here.
Sasaki Fuyumi didn't bother correcting her. He couldn't exactly explain that his freakishly sensitive sense of smell needed direct contact, that he hadn't intended to go this far until he realized fabric was blocking the scent, that he was just as surprised by this turn of events as she was. What would be the point?
Instead, he leaned into the role she'd assigned him.
"Yeah, I lied. So what? You're so easy to fool it's almost pathetic. And don't forget—you started this. I'm just finishing it." He let his gaze travel deliberately down her body. "Someone like me—someone 'lowly', in your precious eyes—seeing you like this... must really sting, doesn't it?"
Egawa Mitsuki's teeth ground together so hard she thought they might shatter. "You 'monster'!"
She cursed herself silently for being so stupid, so blind. Then she tried to sit up, to escape, but his palm pressed flat against her stomach, forcing her back down. His other hand stayed exactly where it was, holding her safety shorts aside, his eyes drinking her in like she was some kind of exhibition.
Being looked at there—really 'looked at', studied, examined—broke something in her.
"DON'T LOOK!" The scream tore from her throat, raw and desperate. "PLEASE! DON'T—"
This was different from before. When he'd smelled her neck, her armpits, even her feet—when he'd knelt there sucking her toes—there'd been something almost thrilling about it. The taboo, the wrongness, the way her body had responded despite herself. She'd hated it and wanted more in equal measure.
But this? Having her most private place scrutinized by someone she'd always considered beneath her?
This was annihilation.
In her desperation, she did the only thing she could think of. She clamped her legs together—hard—locking them around his waist and pulling him toward her until his lower body pressed flush against hers. If she couldn't make him stop looking, she could at least cover herself with his body.
There. Safe. Hidden.
She gasped with relief.
Then her expression froze.
Sasaki Fuyumi's face had gone strange—pained, almost. And she could feel why. Pressed against her like this, through their clothes, she could feel everything. Every reaction. Every change. Every evidence that she was pressed against a boy who'd never been this close to a girl before.
'Oh no.'
She wanted to let go. She 'should' let go. But if she did, he'd see her again. That place would be exposed to his gaze once more.
Her face burned. Her mind raced. And then she caught the desperate edge in his expression—the barely-contained panic of someone about to lose control—and something dangerous flickered through her.
She tightened her legs.
"Unlock your legs!" Sasaki Fuyumi's voice cracked.
Egawa Mitsuki turned her face away, cheeks blazing, and squeezed harder.
Sasaki Fuyumi grabbed her ankles, trying to pry them apart. She fought him. Every time he managed to loosen her grip, she'd clench again, terrified of what would happen if she let go completely.
They struggled in silence, breath ragged, bodies sliding against each other in ways that made everything worse.
Finally, Sasaki Fuyumi gave up on her legs. His hand moved instead—down, between them, toward where their bodies met and pinched that little nub.
"Ah—!"
Egawa Mitsuki's back arched. A shock ran through her like lightning, radiating from where his fingers had found her. Her eyes rolled back. Her legs went limp and fell open.
When she came back to herself, she was lying on the ground with tears streaming down her cheeks, gaze unfocused, cheeks flushed the deep pink of cherry blossoms at full bloom. She looked—there was no other word for it—devastating.
Sasaki Fuyumi collapsed beside her, breathing hard. He'd made it. He'd escaped. One look at her like that, though, and his heart slammed against his ribs all over again. She was so beautiful it hurt. So beautiful he wanted to forget everything—where they were, who she was, what it would cost—and just...
No.
He forced himself to look away, to breathe, to remember.
They were in the principal's office. She was Egawa Mitsuki—student council president, untouchable princess of this school, daughter of someone important enough that her disappearance would shake the foundation of this city. If he did what his body was screaming at him to do, there would be consequences he couldn't begin to calculate.
Besides, he wasn't that kind of person. He wanted—he 'needed'—to believe he wasn't that kind of person.
But gods, she was beautiful like this. Broken open. Vulnerable. If he played his cards right, if he was patient, if he worked for it...
Later. That was a thought for later.
For now, he still had a job to finish.
He crawled back to her. She was still dazed, still floating somewhere far away, and didn't react when he took her ankles and pushed her legs up into an M position. Didn't react when he leaned close to look, to breathe her in, to memorize every detail of her scent.
This was what he'd come for. This was what he 'needed'.
The warmth of her. The smell of her—intimate and sweet and completely her. He breathed deep, letting it fill him, letting it burn itself into his memory where he could access it whenever he needed.
Slowly, Egawa Mitsuki's awareness returned. She felt him there, doing that, and for a moment she thought she might die from the shame alone. Then something else happened. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, like electricity was running through every nerve. A pressure built in her lower belly, painful and sweet at the same time, growing and growing until—
A sound escaped her throat. Not a scream, not a moan, something in between. Her body convulsed, back arching off the floor, and then—
Heat. Flooding. Release.
She came apart completely, soaking through everything, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.