"Miyabi, look, Kanjuro-kun is back."
Yuigahama leaned in close to Seiga Yukinoshita's ear, her pink bun swaying slightly with her movement.
"Didn't you say yesterday that you hated him? It's okay, I'll hate him along with you."
"That's all in the past." Seiga Yukinoshita turned her face slightly, trying to hide her fluctuating emotions. As she moved, the collar of her kimono shifted, revealing a stretch of her fair neck.
It still bore the bite marks from Kanjuro's abuse the previous night.
Those were marks she could never wipe away or erase.
Kanjuro's footsteps drew closer, stopping in front of Yuigahama and Yukinoshita.
Mrs. Yuihama puffed out her cheeks like a little animal protecting its food and glared at Kanjuro. "Miyabi doesn't like you. Please stay away from us."
Kanjuro didn't get angry; instead, he smiled, his gaze falling gently on Seiga Yukinoshita. "Did you sleep well last night?"
"Um... quite well."
Seiga Yukinoshita recalled the experience of being violated by a stranger and then saved by Kanjuro.
Of course, she had no idea that the person who violated her was Kanjuro.
She thought Kanjuro was just concerned about her sleep after getting home, yet she couldn't help feeling there was another meaning hidden in his words.
But she quickly felt guilty for her suspicion—how could Kanjuro possibly be someone with ill intentions?
"Miyabi..."
Yuigahama watched the subtle atmosphere between the two with confusion.
They were at each other's throats just yesterday, but today they seemed like different people.
Something she didn't know about must have happened between them.
"You're Classmate Yuigahama, right?"
Kanjuro turned to the pink-haired girl, his voice as gentle as water.
"Seiga and I have cleared up our misunderstanding. We'll be friends from now on, and of course, you're my friend too."
"Really?" Yuigahama looked at Seiga Yukinoshita for confirmation.
The girl in the kimono nodded slightly, her sleeves swaying with her small movement. In truth, her heart was full of self-loathing; she felt she didn't deserve Kanjuro's kindness.
"That's great!"
Yuigahama blinked excitedly, her pink hair shimmering softly in the sunlight.
"Actually, I've always paid attention to you, Kanjuro-kun. After all, you're so good-looking..."
By the end, her voice trailed off, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.
Kanjuro cleared his throat. "If there's nothing else, I'll head back to my seat."
Before leaving, he leaned in close to Seiga Yukinoshita's ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe. "If you ever need anything, just let me know. I'll always be by your side."
He's so gentle.
Seiga Yukinoshita's heartstrings trembled. Thinking about her now-unclean body and how Kanjuro was still so considerate, she became even more certain that the world had misunderstood this young man.
After returning to his seat, Kanjuro noticed Yuigahama only talking to Seiga Yukinoshita and couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.
This future pink-haired housewife was someone he was determined to have.
At dismissal, time flowed quietly under the cherry blossom trees.
Seiga Yukinoshita and Kanjuro stood side by side. Using his experience as a transmigrator, Kanjuro patiently counseled her.
"The body is just an appearance; everyone has the right to pursue their desires."
"Just like women—their desires are actually stronger than men's, it's just that most choose to suppress themselves."
"There are indeed pure women who are loyal and unwavering in their feelings, but such women probably account for less than five percent."
"Is that really true?"
Seiga Yukinoshita listened curiously, her kimono sash accentuating her slender waist.
"Of course. And among that five percent, most are only holding onto fantasies about love because they're plain-looking and no one's interested in them. It's just because they haven't been dominated by lust that they haven't fallen, not because their hearts are inherently pure," Kanjuro said sarcastically.
"That's not it..." Seiga Yukinoshita tried to protest.
Kanjuro continued his argument: "The more superior a woman is, the more chaotic her private life tends to be. After all, they have to face the pursuit and mating attempts of countless men. Those who can truly avoid being dominated by carnal desire probably don't even make up one percent."
"And among that ninety-nine percent, who knows how many are out there playing around? The rate of infidelity is actually much higher for women than for men."
Using his transmigrator's mindset, Kanjuro brainwashed Seiga Yukinoshita with the notion that "most women are sluts," aiming to diminish the trauma of her being violated the previous night.
But his true goal was to toy with pure virgins.
"I can't agree with what you're saying." Seiga Yukinoshita shook her head repeatedly, her black hair fluttering in the wind.
"I'm just telling you not to care about the existence of that membrane."
Kanjuro leaned in with a wicked grin.
"You don't live just to please men. Besides, how can you be blamed for what happened? If your boyfriend cared about that, I'd suggest he go find a girlfriend in a kindergarten."
"I know you're trying to comfort me, but I have my principles." She bit her lower lip, her delicate body looking very fragile as she made her final stand.
"Mm." Kanjuro gently pulled her into his embrace, his deep voice sounding seductive. "But I won't care whether you're a virgin or not, because I love you so much."
As their eyes met, their lips met once again.
Catching a glimpse of Yuigahama peeking from not far away, Kanjuro became even more bold, sliding his hand into the inner collar of Seiga's kimono.
Seiga's body trembled slightly, but she didn't refuse.
See? Her mouth speaks of purity, but her body responds honestly.
So-called love is nothing more than a self-deceiving lie.
Kanjuro sneered in his heart; he never believed in any woman—they were just tools for him to play with.
Amidst Kanjuro's caresses and kisses, Yukinoshita Yukino's body gradually heated up.
She gazed obsessively at Kanjuro's handsome profile, her eyes becoming increasingly blurred.
In a corner of the school's small woods, it was quiet and deserted.
After an hour of intimacy, Kanjuro asked softly, "Is it okay, Miya?"
"If it's Kanjuro-kun... I'm willing." She replied softly, a blush rising to her face at the thought of bearing Kanjuro's child.
"So open?"
"Yeah. Because before meeting Kanjuro-kun, everything felt like a nightmare. Now I trust my feelings; whatever you want, I'll agree to." She felt Kanjuro's gentle touch.
"Good. If there's a child, we'll raise it together."
"What... what should we name it?" Yukinoshita Yukino didn't expect Kanjuro to think so far ahead.
"I believe she will be as moving as white snow."
"Yukinoshita Shirayuki?"
"No, it's Yukinoshita Yukino." Kanjuro gazed at her milky-white breasts, his words having a double meaning.
"Ah! Kanjuro, you're so bad!!!"