"I hope you'll share your difficulties with me. After all, your uncle and aunt have sacrificed so much for you—you wouldn't want to make things too hard for them, right?"
Nanaya left it at that, refraining from saying things like "You wouldn't want to sadden your parents, would you?" or "You wouldn't want your secrets exposed, right?"
"I... I understand..."
Kato Megumi lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.
But Nanaya still heard her reply.
"Alright, let's eat."
The food arrived fairly quickly. Nanaya found the dishes mediocre but passable.
For Megumi, however, it was like chewing wax.
After the meal, they returned to school.
Nanaya led Megumi to the rooftop. He had gotten the key from their homeroom teacher—the rooftop wasn't usually open to students, as it was troublesome to clean and posed safety risks due to the height.
Megumi seemed to be visiting the rooftop for the first time, curiously glancing around.
The rooftop was mostly empty, with only two benches neatly placed.
But Nanaya knew they weren't the first to come up here.
Kasumigaoka Utaha.
This woman also had a key to the rooftop and often spent her lunch breaks here, eating and resting.
If he could coincidentally run into her, and if he could use the key to make her behave, even better.
From the anime, Nanaya knew that Kasumigaoka Utaha—a woman who loved wearing black stockings—wasn't as easily subdued as Megumi with simple threats.
So, after securing his "reward" from Megumi, he planned to have Machida Sonoko inform Utaha that her work was being axed.
Nanaya wasn't aware that Utaha was already facing this crisis.
But for now, she didn't know yet.
"Sit there."
Nanaya pointed to the bench. Watching as Megumi obediently smoothed her skirt and sat with her legs together, he unceremoniously walked over and lay down on the other bench, resting his head on her lap.
"Eh?!"
Megumi let out a small, startled sound.
"Don't move."
Nanaya patted her thigh. "Stay still."
"..."
At first, Megumi didn't comply, but after Nanaya impatiently blew a warm breath toward her, she froze.
Her legs stiffened, pressing tightly together.
"Don't be so tense. Just relax."
Nanaya shifted uncomfortably before opening his eyes—only to be met with two soft, towering peaks.
Well, of course. She did have a well-hidden figure.
After some effort, his gaze finally climbed over those "mountains" and met Megumi's.
"As long as you behave, I won't do anything."
As he spoke, Nanaya wrapped an arm around Megumi's waist.
Sliding his hand under the hem of her uniform, he felt the tension in her muscles and the slight dampness of her skin.
In this position, with the breeze brushing past and the fresh scent of the girl beside him, Nanaya gradually drifted into sleep.
The suffering, however, was all Megumi's.
This was her first time giving a lap pillow to a boy, and the first time someone had touched her back so intimately. She couldn't relax no matter what.
Not to mention, she could feel Nanaya's head pressing close to her lower abdomen, his warm breath lingering near her most private area.
Only after staying in the same position for so long that her legs went numb did she lightly push his head—confirming he was truly asleep.
For a moment, she had thought he was teasing her on purpose.
Once she was sure he was asleep, Megumi let out a sigh of relief for some reason.
With an odd sense of calm, she looked down at Nanaya's sleeping face.
Why would such a handsome guy do such terrible things?
Megumi didn't know.
But she did know that, for now, she couldn't escape his grasp. She had to obey.
Maybe his interest in her was just a passing whim. Once he found prettier girls at school, he'd forget about her.
And let her go...
Lost in thought, her fingers absentmindedly began playing with Nanaya's hair.
When the school bell rang, jolting Nanaya awake, he opened his eyes to find Megumi hugging him, her head drooping as she dozed off.
The shrill ringing soon roused her as well.
"You're awake..."
"Yeah. Slept pretty well."
As he spoke, Nanaya realized his hand was still under Megumi's clothes.
Her skin there had grown warm from his touch.
"It's time for class... Aren't you going?"
"No rush."
Seeing his casual dismissal, Megumi immediately connected the dots—Nanaya's excuse of "experiencing student life" for enrolling in school was a lie.
It was all for her, wasn't it?
Since Nanaya wasn't getting up, Megumi couldn't leave for class either.
Not that it mattered much.
But as Nanaya shook his head, the movement made his soft hair brush against Megumi's smooth thighs.
The sensation sent a jolt through her numb legs, starved of proper blood flow.
"Ah—!"
"Legs asleep?"
"Y-Yes... A little..."
Nanaya sat up and, under Megumi's puzzled gaze, lifted her legs onto his lap.
"Let me massage them. Can't have you stumbling around."
Before she could refuse, Nanaya's hands were already expertly kneading her thighs.
The familiar warmth made Megumi tense up immediately, despite the numbness.
Nanaya eyed the red marks his head had left on her thighs, a strange sense of pride swelling in his chest.
His hands glided up and down, each movement making Megumi's body twitch involuntarily.
Her legs lifted slightly with each shudder, and without realizing it, her skirt had ridden up.
With just a glance, Nanaya had a perfect view of the scenery beneath.
Pink with white polka dots.
His hand instinctively moved closer, slipping under her skirt—but Megumi, noticing his actions, pressed down firmly on the fabric.
She wouldn't let him cross that line.
Even if Nanaya could easily force his way through, that would ruin the fun.
He withdrew his hand, not giving Megumi a chance to relax.
Instead, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, studying her flushed face and glistening eyes.
Leaning in, he blew a teasing breath against her lips before finally closing the distance, capturing her slightly cool, sweet mouth.
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