After changing clothes and coming out of her room, Sato Ruri hesitated for a moment, then went to the kitchen and said to her mom, "Mom, can I have a ** yen for allowance? I'm going out."
"Didn't I just give you some last week? How did you spend it so fast?" her mom asked, puzzled.
"I treated some classmates to bubble tea," Sato Ruri said, looking a bit embarrassed.
"Bubble tea is all chemicals and additives. Don't drink too much of that stuff. Here you go, and make sure you're back home early tonight."
Her mom casually transferred the money and reminded her.
"I know."
Feeling guilty, Sato Ruri quickly escaped from the house.
...
After buying groceries at the market, Sato Ruri followed the address to find Sasaki Fuyumi's apartment. Her expression flickered for a moment before she finally mustered the courage to ring the doorbell.
The door opened quickly. Sasaki Fuyumi stood there, staring at the girl from head to toe.
Although her outfit today was on the plain side, Sasaki Fuyumi deliberately let his scorching gaze roam over her body, especially lingering on the prominent curve of her chest. Sato Ruri's bust was substantial, with a graceful arc—no ordinary clothes could conceal her magnificence.
Being stared at like that sent chills down Sato Ruri's spine. Flushed with shame and anger, she covered her chest and said, "Can't you act normal for once?"
Sasaki Fuyumi looked at her disapprovingly. "Are you telling me what to do?"
Sato Ruri's momentum faltered. Her shoulders drooped as she said weakly, "I'm just... suggesting... that this isn't good."
Sasaki Fuyumi snorted. "What's not normal about a man looking at breasts? It's coded into our genes. Without that gene, men would lose interest in women—how would humanity even continue?"
Sato Ruri's head spun. She was just telling him not to be such a pervert—how did that connect to the continuation of humanity? But she'd already experienced Sasaki Fuyumi's shamelessness firsthand, so she didn't want to argue. She said weakly, "Whatever you say."
Sasaki Fuyumi nodded with satisfaction. "Looks like you agree with what I said. You're no longer opposed to me looking at your chest. From now on, I'll continue to devote plenty of attention to your breasts. Come in, and remember to close the door."
Without giving her a chance to respond, he turned and walked back to the living room.
Sato Ruri stood frozen, then her pretty face flushed crimson. She quickly covered her chest with both hands and glared angrily at Sasaki Fuyumi's retreating back. How had it become "her agreeing to let him look at her chest"? This friggin jerk.
She fumed inwardly for a moment, then finally mustered the courage to follow him inside.
But her legs trembled slightly. She had a bad feeling about today.
"The kitchen's over there. Go on. I'm hungry." Sasaki Fuyumi nodded toward the kitchen, signaling her to hurry up.
Sato Ruri felt a bit relieved. Carrying the groceries, she went to the kitchen and looked around curiously before starting to cook.
Suddenly sensing something behind her, she turned and saw Sasaki Fuyumi standing right there. Her body tensed. "What do you want?"
Sasaki Fuyumi smiled. "Don't be nervous. I'm not planning to do anything to you. It's just that you came all the way here to cook for me, and I feel a bit bad about it. I wanted to give you a gift."
Hearing "gift," she immediately thought of the panties he'd extorted from her. She quickly refused, "No need, really. I actually wanted to practice my cooking skills anyway. It's inconvenient at home, so I'm just borrowing your place."
As she spoke, she turned to face him, subtly pressing her rear against the sink, as if that was the only way to keep it safe.
Sasaki Fuyumi noticed her little maneuver. He gave her a meaningful look and said, "I'll give you my autograph instead. That way you won't feel bad accepting it."
Hearing it was just an autograph, Sato Ruri relaxed inwardly. Then she mentally scoffed, 'Who wants your autograph? Think you're some big celebrity?'
But she didn't dare provoke Sasaki Fuyumi. Besides, just accepting his autograph couldn't be dangerous. Refusing might make him lose patience.
After careful consideration, Sato Ruri decided to agree to receive his autograph. She nodded. "Fine. After I finish cooking."
"So you agree to let me give you my autograph?" Sasaki Fuyumi confirmed.
Sato Ruri felt a instinctive unease, but after thinking it over—how could an autograph be dangerous?—she nodded. "Yes, I agree."
Sasaki Fuyumi revealed a meaningful smile. He took out the pen he had prepared and said seriously, "But I can't wait. I want to give you the autograph now. So take off your pants first."
"What? Take off my pants?" Sato Ruri was startled. "Why do I need to take off my pants for an autograph? What are you really trying to do?"
Sasaki Fuyumi flashed a bright smile. "Because I want to sign it on your thigh."
Sato Ruri's scalp tingled. She realized she'd been tricked again. Instinctively she wanted to flee, but the way out was blocked by Sasaki Fuyumi. She was trapped.
Her heart sank.
Sasaki Fuyumi slowly approached her, coaxing her like a child. "Come on, take off your pants. Don't worry, I just want to sign your thigh. I won't do anything else."
Sato Ruri looked at him fearfully, trembling. "You swore last night you wouldn't bully me."
Sasaki Fuyumi paused, looking at the girl strangely. Sato Ruri wasn't that naive, was she? He'd already bullied her several times—how could she still believe his oaths?
Suddenly Sato Ruri's expression twisted with embarrassment. Her face reddened as she said to him, "Fuyumi, you really don't have to treat me like this. If you actually like me, you could formally pursue me. I'm not necessarily... opposed to considering it."
Sasaki Fuyumi blinked. 'Ah, so that's it.' She thought he was doing all this to get her attention—a common behavior pattern among adolescent boys, always picking on the girl they like. Sato Ruri obviously thought he was that type.
Interesting, he thought to himself.
He blinked again and said, "But I still want to sign Ruri's thigh. That way you'll belong to me."
Sato Ruri's mouth twitched. 'What are you, an elementary schooler?' But she didn't dare get angry. She protested coquettishly, "But how can you treat me like this? Making me take off my pants in front of you—how am I supposed to face anyone after this?"
Sasaki Fuyumi looked thoughtful. "So you're saying, Sato Ruri, you don't actually mind me giving you an autograph—you just don't want to take off your pants?"
Sato Ruri nodded quickly. "Exactly! You can sign a notebook instead. I'll keep it safe."
'Liar.'
Sasaki Fuyumi glanced at her, pretended to think it over, then sighed. "Fine. You don't have to take off your pants."
Before Sato Ruri could feel relieved, Sasaki Fuyumi suddenly produced a pair of scissors. He looked at the girl slyly. "I'll just cut a hole in your pants with these scissors. Then I can sign, right?"
By now he had closed in right in front of her. Taking advantage of her stunned state, he crouched down and quickly cut a hole in her thigh area. The cut was positioned rather high; he could faintly glimpse the color of her panties.
Sato Ruri felt a chill on her thigh. By the time she realized what happened, her jeans had a hole cut in them, exposing the fair skin of her thigh.
Her mouth fell open. When she finally reacted, she hurriedly covered the tear with her hand and cried out, mortified, "Sasaki Fuyumi, you pervert!"