In the kitchen, Yūto Shō held Sato Ruri close, kissing her without pause. Sato Ruri's expression was hazy, dazed, as she let him savor her delicate little mouth.
Down below, Yūto Shō's hands kneaded her thighs. With every stroke, the girl felt as if she were being shocked through a Pikachu thundershock. Her delicate body trembled violently, her legs going weak enough that she could barely stand—only Yūto Shō's grip kept her from crumpling to the floor.
Bullied from top to bottom, her mind was a scrambled mess, and she couldn't think any further than the next breath.
Gradually, Yūto Shō grew dissatisfied with this. He rubbed Sato Ruri's thigh with his palm, then slipped his fingers along the edge of the tear he'd cut into her jeans.
When he'd sliced the hole earlier, Yūto Shō had deliberately picked a higher position, so his fingers immediately brushed the intimate fabric underneath. The girl in his arms shuddered, instinctively wanting to swat away his mischievous hand, but the comfort of being touched on her thigh made her hesitate.
In that moment of hesitation, Yūto Shō had already struck her weak spot.
The girl dimly felt his fingers pressed against the tight cloth, the pad of his thumb gently scraping at her. The tingling sensation shot through her like a status effect, and her mind went completely blank.
Yūto Shō was still tasting Sato Ruri's little mouth. Even though the girl was as responsive as an unmoving NPC and had no idea how to kiss him back, it didn't stop him from going in for seconds.
Suddenly, the girl in his arms convulsed violently, then went limp, collapsing motionless against his chest.
Yūto Shō opened his eyes and looked down at the fainted girl. Though he was burning with desire and uncomfortable all over, he reined in his agitation, scooped her up, and carried her out of the kitchen.
Yūto Shō took Sato Ruri straight into his room and laid her down on his bed.
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Looking at the girl, whose face still glowed even in sleep, Yūto Shō felt a powerful urge to bully her. But attacking an unconscious girl crossed a line, even for him. After hesitating for a moment, he turned and walked out of the room.
He was afraid that if he stayed by her side any longer, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.
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After about ten minutes of unconsciousness, Sato Ruri slowly came around.
When her eyes opened, she found herself in an unfamiliar room. Her mind replayed what had happened before she blacked out. Her eyes flew wide and she shot upright, frantically checking her body. Only after confirming she was still properly dressed and felt no discomfort anywhere did she finally let out a long sigh of relief.
She hadn't been violated. Sato Ruri felt both scared and a little surprised—as if maybe the other party wasn't a completely irredeemable villain after all.
She touched the tear at the thigh of her jeans, a blush climbing her cheeks.
Shaking her head to chase off the strange emotions stirring in her chest, the girl's eyes scanned the room, filled with deep curiosity.
Snooping into other people's privacy was kind of her hobby—and if the target was Yūto Shō, the urge only grew stronger.
After all, up until now, she'd been the one getting bullied at Yūto Shō's hands. If she could dig up a few of his secret secrets, Sato Ruri figured that even if she couldn't escape his clutches, it would at least feel like a small win.
Having talked herself into it, the girl got up and started rummaging around the room. First she found the trash can. She wanted to check if there were any suspicious tissues balled up inside—but unfortunately, nothing.
Sato Ruri put her phone away with a look of regret.
By the way, I heard boys hide dakimakuras and figures under their beds.
*body pillows
Thinking of this, she bent down again, knelt on the floor, and peered under the bed.
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Just then, Yūto Shō walked back in and saw her with her butt sticking up, sprawled on the floor, apparently hunting for secrets beneath his bed. A strip of pink waist was exposed and she hadn't even noticed.
The posture pushed her perky hips out even more. Her originally loose jeans pulled taut, and her round, plush butt swayed gently with each shuffle. Paired with the slice of fair waist on display, the whole picture seemed to silently call out to him.
The flame in Yūto Shō's chest, which had just been smothered, roared back to life. He felt nearly unbearable, swallowing hard.
Sato Ruri was still lying down, scanning under the bed, when she suddenly noticed a pair of feet behind her. Startled, she scrambled upright to face Yūto Shō, embarrassed and nervous, the very picture of a guilty conscience.
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Seeing this, Yūto Shō teased, "You're so eager to stick your butt up in the air—were you waiting for me?"
Cheap lip service was just another flex of his scumbag arts.
Sato Ruri's pretty face flushed, but unusually, she didn't snap back in anger. After hesitating for a moment, she said to him, "Shō-Kun, after I fainted, you didn't do anything to me. That proves you still have some conscience left. Please don't do this anymore, okay? We're classmates. I don't want to be visiting you in prison someday."
"You're already thinking about visiting me in prison? Looks like you do have feelings for me." Yūto Shō acted like he was genuinely touched.
Sato Ruri said helplessly, "Can you not speak like a normal person?"
"Normally? Sure, no problem." Yūto Shō smiled faintly, looking her over the way a predator sizes up prey. "You said I didn't touch you while you were out. That's true. But don't you want to know why?"
Sato Ruri felt a chill prickle down her spine under his stare, but she couldn't help asking, "What's the reason?"
"Because I like you awake." After Yūto Shō said this with weight behind every syllable, he suddenly closed the distance, snapping forward like a final-boss cutscene and grabbing her arm.
Sato Ruri was caught completely off guard and stumbled back, but the bed was right behind her, and within a heartbeat she'd run out of room to retreat. She looked at Yūto Shō weakly. "What are you trying to do? Let me go."
"Weren't you acting all high and mighty just now? Scared already?" Yūto Shō didn't release her, mocking her instead.
The girl gritted her teeth, glaring at him in pure hate.
Yūto Shō snorted and reached down to touch her thigh.
Sato Ruri frowned the second she felt his hand on her leg, ready to lash out, but suddenly a soft moan slipped out of her instead, her pretty face flushing crimson.
Yūto Shō teased her, "Looks like you really do enjoy it when I touch your legs. Your face is so red—could it be I've already got you?"
"Nonsense, I'm not excited!" the girl shot back, but her voice came out fast and shallow, her chest rising and falling against her will.
"You say no, but take a look at yourself in the mirror—you look totally turned on."
Yūto Shō let go of her arm, pinched her delicate chin, and forced her to turn her head toward the mirror.
Sato Ruri saw her own face in the reflection, her eyes wet and overflowing like a spring, and froze for a moment.
Yūto Shō took the opening and squeezed the spot on her leg where his signature mark was.
"Mmnn..." Sato Ruri felt her sensitive spot being struck head-on. Her mouth fell open and a cute little moan escaped. Watching herself in the mirror look so dazed and aroused just from Yūto touching her leg, she felt utterly humiliated.
"Ready to admit you're a pervert?" Yūto Shō asked in her ear with a mischievous grin.
"This isn't me, that's not me... that's not me," Sato Ruri shook her head hard, murmuring softly in disbelief.
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Seeing this, Yūto Shō pushed her down onto the bed, then climbed up and knelt beside her.
Yūto Shō's hand kept working her leg. He bent down and looked at the girl's adorable face, flushed crimson from the pleasure of his touch, then ordered her with a mischievous grin, "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."