"Of course I came to visit you."
Sato bent down, picked up the pillow Utaha had thrown onto the floor, and lightly tossed it back to her.
Utaha reached out and caught it effortlessly. She let out a soft snort, and the small section of her fair, snow-white wrist exposed beneath her sleeve was especially eye-catching.
"When do classes start? This cold shouldn't affect it, right?"
"It'll be fine. I'll probably be better tomorrow."
As if you'll recover by tomorrow.
Sato looked at her speechlessly. Judging by her current condition, she probably wouldn't even be fully recovered by the first day of school.
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly reached into his pocket.
Utaha watched him curiously.
When he withdrew his hand, there was now a small bottle in it. It looked like a bottle of medicine.
"Here."
Sato tossed it to her again.
Utaha hurriedly caught the small bottle, then looked at him with a strange expression.
"Miyabi-sensei... I've never heard of someone bringing medicine when visiting a sick person."
"It's a special medicine. It'll bring your fever down in a day."
Sato explained casually.
It was something he had dug out from his collection. He had no idea which world the system had obtained it from. There was all kinds of miscellaneous stuff piled up in there.
"A special medicine?"
Utaha looked down at the bottle in surprise, her brows gradually knitting together.
"Miyabi-sensei... there's nothing written on this bottle. Don't tell me it's... that kind of thing?"
"What kind of thing?"
Sato asked instinctively, looking puzzled.
But the moment he saw the meaningful smile on Utaha's face, he immediately understood.
He looked at her in silence.
This woman really had a filthy mind.
Back when Konomi and Yukino had clashed, Konomi had been completely overwhelmed by Yukino's sharp tongue.
At the time, when Sato had been thinking about who could possibly match Yukinoshita Yukino, the very first person who came to mind had been Kasumigaoka Utaha.
Compared to Yukino, Utaha had quite a few advantages.
Sharp tongue? They were probably evenly matched.
Scheming? Yukino lost completely.
Dirty-mindedness? Yukino lost completely.
Figure? Yukino lost completely.
If... no, if Yukinoshita were to compete with Kasumigaoka Utaha in verbal sparring, she would most likely lose.
The reason he thought it was only "most likely" was because they were evenly matched when it came to sarcasm. If Yukino seized the right opportunity, she might still manage to come out on top.
"Whether it's that kind of thing or not, why don't you try it and find out?"
"Oh my? It really is that kind of thing?"
Utaha looked at Sato in mock surprise.
Then she put on a shy expression, lifting one corner of the blanket to cover half her face. Her wine-red eyes looked at him with bashful embarrassment.
"Miyabi-sensei, isn't this a little too bold? Could it be you only came because you knew my parents wouldn't be home today?"
"Oh! Now that I think about it, Miyabi-sensei, don't tell me you've been staking out my house for days. That's why you managed to come over so quickly after hearing I was sick."
"As expected of Miyabi-sensei. You knew I'd be too weak to resist once I got sick. You certainly acted fast."
"So... does that mean this poor maiden can't escape her fate today?"
Sato: "..."
He pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache.
Forget Yukino. Even he couldn't deal with a woman like this.
"Finished yet?"
Utaha blinked.
"Now that I'm done talking, is it your turn to make a move?"
"Yeah, I'm going to make my move. How about you cooperate a little?"
Sato replied coldly.
"Huh? But wouldn't it be more interesting if you forced yourself on me? If I cooperate willingly, there wouldn't be any sense of conquest."
"For example, you pounce on me and start tearing at my clothes. I struggle unwillingly, but I'm too sick to resist. Then Miyabi-sensei loses control and laughs maniacally while saying something like, 'Go ahead and resist. The more you resist, the more excited I get.'"
Good grief.
You've even prepared the script and the dialogue.
Looking at the smiling Utaha, Sato sighed.
"What an old-fashioned plot."
"Miyabi-sensei doesn't like it? Then let's change the scenario."
Utaha put on a thoughtful expression.
"How about some S&M? Maybe a little whip or a few candles?"
"Enough, enough!"
The veins on Sato's forehead twitched.
"Huh? Not even that? I heard it's really exciting! If that's no good either... then..."
Utaha suddenly looked shocked as she stared blankly at him.
"Don't tell me, Miyabi-sensei... you're not an S, you're an M?!"
"I see!"
"In that case, were you waiting for me to take the initiative instead? But your timing's a little off. In my current condition, I'm only suited to being pushed down. Although I suppose taking the initiative isn't impossible either, as long as you're willing to cooperate."
"Kasumi-sensei, that's enough already. Could you have at least a little modesty?"
Sato couldn't help complaining.
At school, she looked like a quiet literary girl, even somewhat aloof and difficult to approach.
Who would have imagined she was this dirty-minded in private?
The saying "You never truly know a person just by their appearance" really held true anywhere.
"Tch."
Utaha curled her lips.
"What's the big deal? Miyabi-sensei even wrote all those doujin game scripts for that little blonde."
"Let's not talk about that."
Sato replied expressionlessly.
He had a feeling that would become one of the blackest chapters of his personal history.
Besides, "that little blonde" was a bit much.
"Then what should we talk about?"
"For example... the script for Yosuga no Sora."
"Hmph."
Utaha let out a cold snort, grabbed her pillow again, and threw it at Sato.
"So that's your real reason for coming today, isn't it?"
"I honestly just remembered it a moment ago!"