"Airi, don't you think this is shameful?"
"Sh-shameful... but I've already confessed everything... so stop resisting."
"Fine, even if I'm a pervert, this will just make a mess."
"N-no, it's okay, actually I'm a pervert too... Every time I use your photos... N-never mind, don't pay attention to that!"
"..."
Accompanied by a strange sensation, Kaoru let out a heavy breath, feeling the young girl's small hand still gently but firmly holding him, unwilling to let go.
Sakura Airi's breathing was equally rapid, her cheeks flushed with a faint crimson.
Her full chest rose and fell as if something wanted to burst out, causing her body to unconsciously lean toward Kaoru until they were almost pressed together.
A small section of collarbone was visible beneath her collar, her pink skin as clean and translucent as white snow.
The soft-textured shirt clung to her body, outlining the girl's figure with a subtle charm that still retained a youthful innocence.
Moreover, her earlier actions had been like opening Pandora's box.
Kaoru unconsciously wrapped his arm around her slender waist.
She trembled slightly but showed no resistance.
Her previously tightly shut eyes slowly opened, revealing a slightly moist timidity.
The moment their eyes met, her face was already completely flushed.
"Hiks... Did I do something bad?"
Sakura Airi saw that she was still holding her little leather shoes - the same shoes she had been wearing not long ago, now looking so dirty.
She had acted like a villain earlier, fiercely threatening Kaoru, even taking the initiative to grab him, personally staining her own shoes.
"What do you think?"
Kaoru exhaled deeply, "But making you only think of such things today is my fault."
Even though he had fulfilled a wish through Sakura Airi.
"I... I don't really understand... I just feel happy that I can make you have those thoughts too."
Sakura Airi whispered, as if clarifying something, "I think, uh, I mean, there might be friends in this world who do this too, so don't mind me..."
Kaoru interrupted her with action, easily pulling the girl into his embrace and gently pecking her lips.
The kiss was very light.
Kaoru pressed her shoulders, a faint smile playing on his lips as he spoke.
"Actually, I've thought about it—Airi isn't good at handling forceful people. If I were to get rough and take you by force, you wouldn't possibly resist me. Even if I made you bear seven or eight children, you'd agree with tears in your eyes."
Sakura Airi felt a bit angry. Was her image really that pathetic?
But upon second thought, she realized Kaoru had a point—she really was that kind of useless person.
Sakura Airi felt slightly sad: "So, you don't even want to force yourself on me."
Kaoru couldn't be bothered to follow her train of thought and flicked her forehead.
"I even dared to use an Alt account. Do you think there's anything I wouldn't dare to do?"
At this point, the matter of the Alt account was beyond explanation, so Kaoru simply admitted to it.
"But, but you..." Sakura Airi tearfully covered her forehead, "You've never cared about me... I mean, not like with Ichinose-san... that kind of attitude and concern."
Ever since Ichinose Honami became his girlfriend, all their rivals had turned into Ichinose Honami.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend, Airi?"
Kaoru looked at her with a teasing grin.
Sakura Airi flushed red, stammering and unable to form a response.
"I, I think Haruka-chan... and the others like you..."
"Changing the subject at a time like this? Is my question really that hard to answer?"
"Wah... I don't know, I feel like I'm not normal anymore. There's this uncontrollable voice in my heart that thinks of you every day, and it hurts so much when I see you with someone else."
Kaoru fell silent for a moment, staring into her eyes before slowly saying.
"Actually, I feel the same way. That's why I had Yamauchi expelled. If anyone else sets their sights on you, I'll make sure they get expelled too."
Her previously tense nerves relaxed involuntarily.
Sakura Airi bit her lip, suddenly remembering that had been her first kiss, and she abruptly panicked, feeling like a little deer was about to crash to death in her heart.
In her fluster, she pushed Kaoru away and dizzily picked up her second little leather shoe.
"What does this mean?"
Kaoru's face darkened.
"The, the atmosphere feels wrong!" Sakura Airi stammered, "I... I'm not prepared yet! I'm not wearing anything cute today, and I might smell! You should use this instead!"
Kaoru's face darkened even more. He really didn't have that kind of special preference.
However, the fact that the girl would say such things indicated that, on some level, she believed the natural progression would be for him to "devour" her, the idol.
Realizing this, Kaoru felt his spirits lift.
Though terribly nervous, Sakura Airi immediately noticed his reaction.
As a proper idol, the girl naturally grabbed hold of him and began treating her fan with enthusiasm once more.
At this moment, Kaoru couldn't muster any seemingly reasonable words.
Humans classify themselves as Earth's only advanced creatures, yet their essence is no different from common beasts.
So-called rationality often yields to bodily desires—expecting humans to remain perpetually rational is itself an extravagant hope.
Sakura Airi, with her hair tied in two braids, had removed her glasses, leaving almost none of her usual plainness.
Her delicate and adorable face was fully displayed before Kaoru.
Her lively eyes shifted between staring at her own hands and observing Kaoru's expression.
A blush born of shyness had spread all the way to her neck, staining her fair skin with an enticing hue that made one want to take a bite.
Just thinking about her identity, just imagining this idol helping her own fan, filled Kaoru with an uncontrollable sense of pride and satisfaction, driving him to want to defile the girl before him.
The girl understood his thoughts perfectly—her flushed face was the clearest proof—yet she didn't shy away. Instead, she actively helped him realize those desires.
Before long, Kaoru released her.
Sakura Airi stood up, her face still red as she tried to slip on her little leather shoes.
Her slender legs, clad in black thigh-high socks, carefully slid into the shoes, her cute feet nestling inside.
A faint, glistening sheen appeared on the black fabric at her ankles, quickly soaking into the skin beneath the stockings.
Squelch, squelch—
The girl spun around a few times in front of him, gazing at him expectantly as she asked.
"Is this okay?"
"It'll leave a smell."
Kaoru looked up at the ceiling. "This is going to make it hard for me to hold back."
"Hold it in!"
Sakura Airi patted her flushed cheeks, a little embarrassed. "I feel like I've become such a shameless woman now…"
Her once-pristine little leather shoes now felt strange, reminding her of mochi.
She remembered how mochi had that sticky, clingy texture, often sticking to her teeth—just like how it now clung to her delicate feet, pressing against her skin and making her slightly uncomfortable.
But she didn't mind.
After all, it wasn't as if she only had this one pair of shoes.
Still, she felt too embarrassed to go out like this.
Kaoru felt he could no longer restrain himself.
With what little rationality remained, he kissed Sakura Airi a few times before leaving the room, now thick with an ambiguous atmosphere.
"Next time, I won't let you off so easily."
After he left, Sakura Airi stood frozen for a long moment before her face flushed crimson and she threw herself onto her bed, rolling back and forth while clutching her pillow, burying her face in it.
'What have I done?!'
Recalling the earlier scene, she repeatedly tapped her head in frustration, yet Kaoru's words echoed incessantly in her ears.
'Next time… I'll wear something cute… Next time… he definitely won't let me off…'
Unconsciously, her shoes slipped off and fell to the floor.
Her face burning, she curled up and let out a soft whimper.
Then, she took off her stockings, holding them in her hands and savoring the lingering scent of Kaoru.
Like a creature accustomed to dark, damp places instinctively yearning for sunlight, it felt warm and comforting, filling her with a sense of security.
It wasn't until Hasebe Haruka called her that Sakura Airi snapped out of her daze.
Glancing at her phone, her face turned even redder—she had zoned out for two whole hours!
"Airi, are you in your room?"
"I didn't do anything!"
"Huh?"
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