In the kitchen, Sasaki Fuyumi held Sato Ruri close, kissing her continuously. Sato Ruri's expression was dazed, her eyes unfocused as she let him taste her soft, tender lips.
Below, his hand rubbed her thigh. Each touch made the girl feel as if an electric current ran through her. Her delicate body trembled violently; her legs could no longer support her. Only Sasaki Fuyumi's support kept her from collapsing to the floor.
Being teased both above and below, her mind was a complete mess. She couldn't think straight anymore.
Gradually, simple rubbing wasn't enough for Sasaki Fuyumi. His fingers traced along her thigh, then slipped through the torn edge of her jeans.
When he'd cut the hole earlier, he'd chosen a rather high position. Now his fingers directly touched the fabric beneath. The girl in his arms shuddered. Instinctively she wanted to knock his wicked hand away, but the pleasant sensation from her thigh made her reluctant to stop him.
In her moment of hesitation, he'd already found her weak spot.
Dimly, she felt his fingers pressing against her underwear, lightly grazing through the fabric. Waves of tingling numbness washed over her, leaving her mind blank.
Sasaki Fuyumi was still savoring Sato Ruri's lips. Though the girl was completely wooden, not responding at all, this second kissing experience of his life still intoxicated him.
Suddenly, the girl in his arms convulsed violently, then went limp, motionless.
Sasaki Fuyumi opened his eyes and looked at the unconscious girl. Though burning with unfulfilled desire, he managed to restrain himself. He picked her up and carried her out of the kitchen.
He took her straight to his room and laid her on his bed.
Watching the sleeping girl, her face still incredibly radiant, Sasaki Fuyumi felt a powerful urge to take advantage of her. But doing something to an unconscious girl crossed a line for him. After hesitating, he turned and left the room.
He was afraid that if he stayed near her, he might lose control.
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About ten minutes later, Sato Ruri slowly regained consciousness.
Opening her eyes to an unfamiliar room, she recalled what happened before she passed out. Her eyes went wide. She quickly sat up and checked herself. Only after confirming she was still fully dressed and nothing felt wrong did she sigh with relief.
He didn't actually... Sato Ruri felt both relieved and somewhat surprised. It seemed he wasn't completely irredeemable.
She touched the torn hole in her jeans and felt a blush creep across her cheeks.
Shaking her head to suppress these strange emotions, the girl's eyes began roaming curiously around the room.
Snooping through others' private things was one of her interests. Even if it was Sasaki Fuyumi's room—or perhaps "especially" because it was Sasaki Fuyumi's room, her interest was piqued.
She'd always been the one losing to Sasaki Fuyumi. If she could uncover some of his shameful secrets, Sato Ruri felt that even if she couldn't escape his harassment, at least she'd have something on him.
Convincing herself with this logic, she got up and began exploring. First, the trash can—she wanted to see if there were any suspicious crumpled tissues. Unfortunately, there were none.
Sato Ruri put her phone away with a disappointed expression.
Wait, I've heard boys keep dolls under their beds.
At this thought, she knelt down and peered underneath.
Just then, Sasaki Fuyumi entered the room. He saw her on all fours, bottom stuck up in the air, apparently searching for secrets under his bed. A strip of pale, smooth lower back was exposed without her realizing.
This position made her pert rear even more prominent. Her loose jeans stretched taut, her rounded bottom swaying slightly with her movements. Combined with the exposed strip of fair skin, everything seemed like a silent invitation.
The flames Sasaki Fuyumi had just barely extinguished reignited instantly. He felt unbearably heated. He swallowed hard.
Sato Ruri, still inspecting under the bed, suddenly noticed a pair of feet behind her. Startled, she scrambled up and turned to face him. She looked nervous, embarrassed, and guilty, like a thief caught red-handed.
Seeing this, Sasaki Fuyumi teased, "Eager to stick your butt out like that? Waiting for me, were you?"
Crude remarks like this were exactly what a scumbag would do.
Sato Ruri's pretty face flushed, but surprisingly, she didn't get angry. After hesitating, she said to him, "Fuyumi... you didn't do anything to me while I was unconscious. That proves you have some conscience. Can you please stop this? We're classmates. I don't want to visit you in prison someday."
"So you actually want to visit me in prison? Seems like you do care about me after all." Sasaki Fuyumi looked at her as if to say, 'See? You do have feelings for me.'
Sato Ruri was speechless. "Can't you just talk normally?"
"Normally? Sure, I can do that." Sasaki Fuyumi smiled slightly, eyeing her like prey. "You're right, I didn't touch you while you were passed out. But do you want to know why?"
Sato Ruri felt chills from his gaze, but she couldn't help asking, "Why?"
"Because I prefer you awake." With this meaningful statement, Sasaki Fuyumi suddenly closed in, grabbing her arm.
Caught off guard, Sato Ruri stumbled backward in fright. But the bed was right behind her—she had nowhere to retreat. She looked up at him weakly. "What do you want? Let go of me!"
"Feeling so bold just now, but now you're scared?" Sasaki Fuyumi didn't release her. He laughed mockingly.
The girl gritted her teeth angrily, glaring at him.
Sasaki Fuyumi snorted. His hand reached down and touched her thigh.
Sato Ruri frowned as he touched her leg, about to get angry—but then a soft moan escaped her lips. Her face turned crimson.
Sasaki Fuyumi teased, "Looks like you really enjoy me touching your thigh. Your face is so red—don't tell me you're getting off on this."
"That's not true! I'm not excited at all!" the girl retorted angrily, but her breathing grew rapid, her chest heaving.
"Still denying it? Look at yourself in the mirror. See how lewd you look."
He released her arm and pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to turn toward the mirror.
Sato Ruri saw her own face in the mirror—incredibly flushed, her eyes glistening like spring water, ready to overflow. She froze.
Taking advantage of her distraction, Sasaki Fuyumi squeezed the spot on her thigh where he'd signed his name.
"Nngh..." Sato Ruri felt as if her most sensitive spot had been attacked. A cute moan escaped her lips. Seeing herself in the mirror, clearly turned on just from him touching her thigh, she felt utterly mortified.
"Still claiming you're not a pervert?" Sasaki Fuyumi whispered in her ear with malicious amusement.
"That's not me... That's not me..." Sato Ruri shook her head violently, murmuring in disbelief.
Seeing this, Sasaki Fuyumi pushed her down onto the bed, then climbed up and knelt beside her.
His hand kept stroking her thigh. He leaned over, watching the girl's face flush with pleasure from his touch. With a wicked grin, he commanded, "Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue."