The steam from the barley tea swirled in the air, dissolving into the soft glow of the LED lights like dandelion fluff drifting in the breeze.
Outside the window, dusk gently brushed against the pale sky, thin clouds tinged with a wine-red hue.
The flowing light cast illusory shadows across the room's walls, while the wind rustled the curtains but failed to dispel the heat between them.
Ichinose panted lightly, her heart pounding.
She had done something wrong with him again—just a kiss, yet her entire body burned.
His scorching palms gripped her bare shoulders, searing her skin, sending waves of tingling numbness down her spine.
Now she understood why every romance story featured a kissing scene between the leads.
This feeling was beyond incredible—like a springtime bear stumbling upon a jar of honey, unable to resist taking another taste.
The mingling of their breaths, the intimate proximity of their bodies, his burning exhales, firm chest, strong arms, and his scent—this electrifying tension sent Honami's pulse racing, her face flushing, her body tingling as if struck by lightning.
If it were another man, she felt she definitely wouldn't have these kinds of feelings.
Girls are creatures of emotion—if it were a stranger or someone she disliked, she wouldn't feel the slightest bit of happiness or excitement.
Ichinose Honami didn't dislike Kaoru Mitoma.
Though at first, she had quite the aversion to this perverted foot fetishist—she never said it out loud, but deep down, she found it humiliating.
However, her impression of Kaoru gradually changed over time.
Perverted foot fetishist or not, this man wasn't just lustful.
From certain conversations they'd had, she realized he possessed an inexplicable gentleness.
This gentleness wasn't about Kaoru being gentlemanly or acting like a universal charmer.
Rather, Ichinose realized that he completely understood her grievances, sadness, unhappiness, and all other negative emotions.
Most of the time, what people express is never the literal content of their words, but their longing to be understood.
Kaoru understood what she was thinking.
He wouldn't blame her for her mistakes, nor would he interfere with her decisions—he simply encouraged her to consider things from a different angle.
This unique gentleness was something Ichinose Honami felt she should have noticed much earlier.
Even back in the student council office, Kaoru could have left with the recording—so why had he exposed himself?
He could have blackmailed Nagumo Miyabi afterward, then turned around and used it against Ichinose Honami, killing two birds with one stone.
Instead, he had recklessly jumped out—what could that possibly achieve?
Ichinose Honami licked her lips, her eyes gradually glazing over with a hazy moisture.
The only thing that could accomplish was making her his girlfriend… and doing wicked things to her.
"How does this kind of wickedness feel?" Kaoru right hand caressed the girl's delicate face, his fingertips brushing against her smooth skin, her slightly heated lips.
"Even if we don't do that, there are plenty of other outrageous things we can do. It's too late to regret it now."
"Haven't you done enough wicked things to me already?" Ichinose murmured softly.
"Honestly, I don't even know what to do anymore. I'm not like you—I have no experience. I don't know how to be in a relationship, or whether I should refuse you now. Even coming into your room was just a spur-of-the-moment decision."
"Truthfully, I've never been in a proper relationship either," Kaoru took a deep breath.
"To be honest, you're my second girlfriend."
He wasn't lying. I
chinose Honami froze for a moment, a shiver running down her spine as countless images flashed through her mind.
"Honami, how was today's date?" Kaoru suddenly asked.
Snapping out of her daze, Ichinose thought for a moment before answering quietly.
"It felt like playing a game. The monsters and stages at the beginning were so easy… but the boss now is terrifying."
"I see." Kaoru couldn't exactly argue with that.
To a girl, a perverted foot fetishist was naturally a boss-level threat.
And so, the wicked boss extended his claws once more, wrapping an arm around the girl's slender waist.
With a startled gasp from her, her full, firm chest pressed against the man's torso.
Then, the boss unleashed his terrifying magic—lightly nipping at her fair neck as if savoring the girl's tenderness.
A faint blush spread across her skin, her lips pursing as soft, sweet whimpers escaped her throat.
The boss's fingers threaded through her hair, his dark eyes seeming to reflect only her.
As he drew slightly closer, their breaths mingled, and her moist lips were captured.
The wandering hand that had been wrapped around her slender waist began to move, trailing down her back until it reached the base of her spine.
Though the scenery behind her remained unseen, the girl's pert, well-developed backside was undeniably alluring.
Under the boss's teasing, her body leaned forward slightly, her breathing growing erratic.
"Honami, is this okay?" The boss's voice nipped at her sensitive ear, like a demon tempting an innocent girl.
Ichinose Honami snapped back to reality—this guy had already seized the plump "white rabbits" at her chest.
She couldn't help but find it a little funny.
Was this a case of asking for forgiveness rather than permission?
"Pervert." The girl blushed, responding softly to the infuriating boss.
"I... I don't know... Even if we do it, I wouldn't hate you..."
Sometimes, a girl saying she "wouldn't hate" you was practically the same as saying she liked you.
Or perhaps, she simply didn't know what to do, so she left the decision to him, unwilling to think about the consequences.
In the dimming twilight of the room, the girl's skin glowed like flawless white jade, without a single blemish.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, brushing against the faint blush on her slender neck.
The off-shoulder dress made her look delicate and soft, as if she could be devoured in one bite.
And more than that—her breast now rested in Kaoru's palm, allowing him to feel just how enticing the warm tits in his arms truly was.
From a primal instinct, Kaoru knew he couldn't let her go.
But this still wasn't right.
She had too many reservations in her heart—she was just avoiding thought, just evading reality.
"Honami..."
Just as Kaoru spoke, his phone buzzed in his pocket, the ringing tone cutting through the moment.
Snapping back to her senses, Ichinose flushed crimson and lightly pushed against Kaoru's shoulders.
With no other choice, Kaoru released Ichinose and silently pulled out his phone.
Sure enough, a certain name flashed on the screen.
"You're so slow answering the phone, you pervert. I need to pee," Kushida's voice came through the other end, her habitual complaint directed at Kaoru.
"I feel like I'm about to break. Now even going out requires calling you first."
'Actually, you don't have to call right now,' Kaoru thought to himself.
"Hey, hey, hey, can't you hear me?" Kushida Kikyo was clearly dissatisfied with his silence.
"I can hear you, but I don't have time to go out and play with you," Kaoru replied dryly, relieved that he was on speakerphone.
"Huh? Why would I invite you out to play?" Kushida suddenly felt disgusted.
"Are you planning to play that game again? I let it slide last time, but it's not acceptable at school. It's too dangerous here—even if we avoid the cameras, someone might still see us."
"Exactly. I've been busy reviewing lately. Aren't you preparing for exams too, Kushida?" Kaoru nodded toward Ichinose Honami, who was blushing furiously and didn't dare make a sound.
"What review?" Kushida was getting annoyed.
Why was his response so off-topic?
Just as she was about to scold him, Kushida suddenly realized something was off.
"You damn foot fetishist! Lolicon! Pervert! Pig! You degenerate!"
Kushida Kikyo's face burned red as well, and she quickly hung up.
Wasn't this guy supposed to be alone in his dorm at this time?