In the early morning, Sora, Lala, and Rito were walking to school as usual. Just as they reached the school gate, the Tenjōin family car pulled up and stopped in front of them.
The car doors opened, and three girls stepped out: Saki, Rin, and Aya.
Instead of their usual school uniforms, the three were dressed in extremely sexy and provocative BDSM-style leather outfits. Rin and Aya were one thing, but Saki, in particular, wore a black SM queen outfit that was so alluring it could make a person's head spin instantly.
"Ohohohoho! Lala, are you shocked?"
"Faced with someone as beautiful and noble as me, you stand no chance! Leave Sora at once!"
With her hands on her slender waist, Saki laughed triumphantly, pointing a finger at Lala.
"I'll never leave Sora! Nyaa~"
Lala made a face at Saki and clung to Sora's arm, refusing to let go.
"You wretched Lala, Sora is mine! Disappear already!"
Gritting her teeth in anger and ignoring the stunned stares all around them, Saki lunged forward and grabbed Sora's other arm, trying to pull him into her embrace.
"No way! Sora is mine, mine!"
"Let go! He's mine, you annoying girl!"
Neither girl would back down. Under the dumbfounded gazes of the other students, they started a tug-of-war over Sora, a full-blown battle for his affection right at the start of the day.
Nearby, Rito looked at Sora with sympathy and quickly backed away, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire. Due to his "divine accidental gropes," Rito had developed a slight fear of girls. Every time he got near them, something bad would happen—he'd fall on another boy, get called a pervert, and so on. In his mind, girls had gradually become synonymous with misfortune.
I'm already miserable enough because of those girls, he thought. Sora-san is pestered by so many girls every day. He must be in even more pain, even more unfortunate than me!
Projecting his own feelings onto him, Rito felt an even greater sense of pity for the "unfortunate" Sora.
"You two, settle down!"
These two girls were treating him like a toy. Sora gave each of them a light chop on the head and said in exasperation.
"Ow… Owie…"
Both girls yelped in pain, rubbing their heads.
"Lala, you and Rito go on to the classroom. I'll be back in a bit."
After saying this to Lala and Rito, Sora moved at the speed of light, grabbing Saki, Rin, and Aya and vanishing without a trace.
"Where'd he go? Where did that wicked Kusanagi Sora go?!"
"Damn it! Not only did he corrupt the innocent Lala-chan, but now even Tenjōin-senpai has fallen victim to that demon!"
"Waaah… I hate him so much! Why isn't it me…?"
…
"Ah!"
With a collective gasp, the three girls came to their senses and realized they were no longer at the school gate, but back in Saki's room at the Tenjōin mansion.
"Explain. Why are you dressed like this?" Sora asked, tilting Saki's chin up with a devilish look in his eye.
Rin and Aya's faces were beet red with embarrassment, while Saki was no longer as bold and triumphant as she had been outside, looking flustered instead.
"I read in a book that boys like it when girls dress like this, so… so…"
Saki couldn't even look Sora in the eye. She answered in a small voice, her heart pounding like a frantic deer.
"I see, I see. I do like it when you dress like this, but—"
"From now on, you're only allowed to dress like this in front of me!" Sora's voice was almost a command, leaving no room for argument.
"Mmm…"
A shiver went through her. Although she felt her prince was being awfully possessive, Saki found herself falling for him even more.
"My little fool, Saki, you'll never be able to have me all to yourself with just this."
"But, seeing as you've worked so hard, I'll be sure to enjoy it this time!"
He whispered wickedly in her ear. In truth, the girl's fiery outfit had already stirred his desires. Sora swept Saki into his arms and carried her towards the bed.
"You two, come here as well!"
Just as Rin and Aya stood there, flustered and endlessly shy, Sora's domineering voice called out to them again. After a moment's hesitation, they shuffled over.
An hour later, Sora used his light speed to leave as silently as he had arrived, leaving behind three girls on the bed, panting and dazed.
Their seductive leather outfits were torn and tattered, their bodies covered in countless wicked marks. Although he hadn't truly taken them, Sora had thoroughly enjoyed the many delights their bodies had to offer.
…
Sainan High, Class 1-A—
With final exams just a few days away, everyone in the class was busy studying. When the bell finally rang for a break, an exhausted Haruna put down her book and gently stretched her back.
She looked over at Lala, who was fast asleep on her desk, drooling. Haruna couldn't help but feel a little envious. Lala-san and Sora-san were the kind of geniuses who could get good grades without studying. Unfortunately, she was just an ordinary girl. No matter how hard she tried, she could never reach their level.
It was rather disheartening, but she quickly cheered herself up. That's exactly why she needed to work even harder!
"What does Lala-san do every night…?" Haruna wondered aloud, looking at the drooling Lala, who was lost in some happy dream.
It seemed that every day, Lala would sleep through the first few classes before playing with Sora. She had no idea what Lala did at night, but she always looked so tired.
She couldn't figure it out, and it wasn't her place to ask about personal matters. Haruna's gaze drifted to the empty seat next to her, where Sora usually sat.
The incident at the school gate that morning had spread like wildfire among the boys, who were all angrily and jealously condemning Sora for two-timing. Even Haruna, who usually didn't pay attention to such things, had heard about it.
Her mind couldn't help but recall the moments she and Sora had kissed. A light blush crept onto her cheeks, followed by a hint of resentment.
Although she had impulsively given him her first kiss, Sora had acted as if nothing had happened afterward. He wasn't any warmer or colder towards her; he was just the same as before. While this secretly relieved her, it also sparked a small flame of resentment.
He stole my first kiss and then just ignored me. Sora-san is such an irresponsible jerk!
"Yo, Sairenji-san. Were you thinking about me?"
Sora's voice suddenly appeared, and he blinked into existence in his seat.
"Wha—! So-Sora-san… Of course not!"
Startled, Haruna regained her composure and looked at him with a hint of shy anger.
Usually, she was a prim and proper model student in front of others and would never show such an impolite expression. Haruna herself hadn't noticed that, in front of Sora, she was gradually letting go of her so-called composure and guard, revealing her true self.
"Hahaha… That's a real shame."
Sora laughed heartily. Having just had his fun with Saki and her friends, he was in a great mood and didn't mind her tone.
"Weren't you with Tenjōin-senpai? Countless boys would kill for a chance to even speak with her. How could you bear to come back, Sora-san?"
The thought of Sora being intimate not only with Lala but with other girls as well left a sour taste in Haruna's mouth. She shot back with a sarcastic, cold smile.
Hearing her voice, Sora paused, looking at her with surprise. A peculiar curve formed on his lips.
As for Haruna, she regretted her words the moment they left her mouth. She didn't know what had come over her; she had just blurted it out without thinking. Meeting Sora's scrutinizing gaze, she felt flustered but could only pretend to be calm.
"Hey, Sairenji-san, you aren't jealous, are you?" Sora stared at her, a slow, teasing smile spreading across his face.
"Who Sora-san is with is none of my business! I-I'm not jealous at all!"
Her body tensed, a flash of panic in her eyes. Haruna turned her head away and closed her eyes, feigning indifference.
Sora watched the clearly nervous Haruna for a moment longer, then smiled faintly and said nothing more. But his mood was even better now.
After a long while, she cautiously opened her eyes. Seeing Sora asleep on the desk next to Lala, she let out a long sigh of relief, feeling endlessly shy.
It was almost time for class to start. Shaking her head with a hint of disappointment, she took out her textbook. A thought couldn't help but cross her mind—
"Sora-san is great in every way… he's just a bit too much of a playboy."