Chapter 903: The Result Mana Ouma Awaited! The Three Only Wanted to Watch Live
Sunlight spilled through the classroom windows, catching the soft pink hues of Inori Yuzuriha's hair. Even sitting quietly at her desk, she radiated an striking beauty that drew people in like moths to a flame. A cluster of excited female students had already formed a tight circle around her.
"Inori, your singing is absolutely beautiful! Could you teach me?" one girl pleaded, leaning over the desk with sparkling eyes.
"I want to learn too! Please, me too!" another chimed in, practically bouncing on her heels.
It was glaringly obvious just how popular the quiet idol had become within the school.
A short distance away, a distinct group of four girls observed the commotion.
Tsugumi clicked her tongue, crossing her arms over her chest. "Inori is certainly getting the royal treatment."
"Well, you can't blame them. Inori is exceptional in every aspect," Ayase Shinomiya replied, letting out a soft, helpless sigh.
Hare Menjou nodded in agreement, a gentle smile on her lips. "True. Honestly, if her expressions were just a little more vivid, she would probably have the entire school wrapped around her finger."
"Do you mean like Mana?" Ayase shifted her gaze to the side.
Sitting quietly beside them was Mana Ouma. With her delicate features and gentle smile, she bore a striking resemblance to Inori.
"You seem to dislike attracting attention," Ayase noted, her brow furrowing in mild confusion. "Are you deliberately lowering your presence?"
Thanks to Ren, Mana's soul had been separated from Inori's, allowing her to regain her own physical body. Since that miraculous intervention, the girls had grown quite familiar with one another.
Mana suddenly turned her head toward the window. She blinked her striking red eyes, a deeply meaningful glint flashing within them. "That is because I only want Ren-kun to notice me," she hummed softly, her voice dripping with a sickly-sweet affection.
Tsugumi and the others missed the subtle, obsessive twitch in Mana's expression, but they shared her underlying sentiment. Every single one of them was entirely devoted to a single man.
Because of this, any boy foolish enough to muster the courage to confess to them was rejected without a shred of mercy. A few arrogant students had even tried to retaliate after having their egos bruised, only to be swiftly and brutally dealt with by the girls themselves. Since those one-sided beatdowns, the male student body treated them like beautiful, untouchable landmines.
Naturally, this icy, unified front made the rest of the school incredibly curious about their private lives. Yet, the girls kept their secret closely guarded. They all knew perfectly well that there was only one person who occupied their thoughts, the only man they truly loved.
"Ren..."
Inori suddenly stood up, her chair scraping sharply against the floor.
Under the stunned gazes of the girls surrounding her desk, she slipped through the crowd with effortless grace and bolted out the classroom door. A fragrant breeze trailed in her wake, leaving the students blinking in confusion.
Out in the hallway, Inori threw herself forward, crashing directly into a familiar, sturdy embrace. Without a second of hesitation, she wrapped her arms around Ren's neck, pulled him down, and captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Time seemed to grind to an absolute halt. The bustling hallway fell dead silent.
Even Ayase, Tsugumi, and Hare, who had rushed out to see what had provoked Inori's sudden departure, froze in their tracks, their eyes wide with shock.
Mana puffed out her cheeks, a slight pout forming on her lips as she watched the intense display of affection. "Inori... I suppose I owe you my life, so I will let you have him first this time," she murmured under her breath.
The surrounding students were completely paralyzed, their jaws practically hitting the floor. Why had the school's untouchable, stoic goddess just thrown herself into the arms of a complete stranger and kissed him like the world was ending?
Before the gossip could erupt, a sharp, authoritative voice cut through the stunned silence.
"Everyone! The bell is about to ring! Get back to your classrooms immediately!"
Arisa Kuhouin stepped to the front of the crowd, her posture rigid and her glare demanding absolute obedience.
"It's the Student Council President!" someone yelped.
Like a flock of startled pigeons, the gossiping students instantly scattered, scrambling back to their respective rooms.
With the hallway mostly cleared, Ayase, Tsugumi, Hare, and Mana finally approached. Their lips were slightly parted, their breathing shallow as they stared at Ren with fervent, longing eyes.
Breaking the kiss, Ren gently stroked Inori's hair before looking up at the group. A low, amused chuckle escaped his throat. "Arisa, can we borrow your Student Council office? I have a feeling we have quite a bit to catch up on."
Arisa's cheeks flushed slightly, but she nodded firmly. "No problem! Right this way."
Under the lingering, envious gazes of the few students brave enough to peek out from their doorways, Ren strolled down the corridor, completely surrounded by a retinue of top-tier beauties. He was also trailed by three unfamiliar girls he had brought along with him from another world.
Whispers hissed through the cracked classroom doors.
"Who the hell is that guy? He's ridiculously handsome!"
"I need his name, his class, and his background by the end of the day!"
Ren ignored the frantic whispers completely, entirely unfazed by the massive commotion his mere presence had ignited.
The heavy oak doors of the Student Council office clicked shut. With a casual wave of his hand, Ren deployed a soundproof isolation barrier, sealing the room off from the rest of the world.
He turned to face the girls, a warm, relaxed smile spreading across his face. "Long time no see. Did you miss me?"
A heavy silence hung in the air for exactly three seconds.
Then, Tsugumi snapped.
"You finally remembered to come see us, huh?!" she shouted irritably, her twin-tails bouncing as she planted her hands on her hips. "Do you have any idea how agonizing it was waiting for you to show up?!"
Ren blinked, genuinely bewildered. "Actually, you could have seen me anytime you wanted. All you had to do was tell Inori."
The entire room froze. Slowly, every single pair of eyes turned to stare blankly at the pink-haired vocalist.
Inori blinked her large, innocent eyes and gave a small, confirming nod. "Mm."
Tsugumi's jaw dropped. Ayase and Hare looked utterly dumbfounded.
"Inori!" Tsugumi practically shrieked, grabbing her own hair in frustration. "Why on earth wouldn't you tell us something that important?!"
They had spent days suffering through lovesick withdrawal, completely unaware that a direct line to Ren was sitting right next to them in class.
"Because..." Inori tilted her head to the side, her expression completely blank. "...no one asked?"
A collective groan echoed through the room. The girls felt as though a stampede of ten thousand alpacas had just trampled directly over their sanity.
There was nothing they could say. That was just how Inori Yuzuriha operated.
Ren chuckled, clapping his hands together to break the comedic tension. "Alright, alright. Regardless of the miscommunication, I am here now. And somehow, I highly doubt you brought me all the way to a private, soundproofed room just to chat, right?"
Tsugumi and Hare exchanged a swift, meaningful glance. A dangerous, predatory sparkle ignited in their eyes.
Without a moment's hesitation, their hands went to the buttons of their school uniforms.
"Of course it's not just for talking," Tsugumi declared, her cheeks flushed but her gaze fierce. "You have a lot of making up to do! Do you know how much pent-up longing we've accumulated over these past few days?!"
Moving in perfect sync, the girls lunged forward. They tackled Ren, using their combined momentum to push him back until he collapsed onto the plush leather sofa in the center of the room.
Standing near the doorway, the three guests from the other world—Stella Vermillion, Shizuku Kurogane, and Ayase Ayatsuji—were completely paralyzed by the sudden escalation.
Ayase Ayatsuji immediately lowered her head, her face burning. Shizuku covered her eyes with her hands, though her fingers were noticeably splayed apart so she could still peek.
Stella, however, completely lost her composure.
"Wait?! What the hell are you doing?!" the crimson-haired princess shrieked, her face turning as red as her hair.
Ren blinked up at her from beneath the pile of beautiful girls. He looked entirely unbothered. "Can't you tell?" he replied smoothly. "I am being intimate with my loved ones."
"But we are still standing right here!" Stella yelled, gesturing wildly at herself and the other two.
"Oh. Well, you are free to leave," Ren said, casually pointing a finger toward the heavy oak door. "I can't exactly neglect my women just because you three decided to stand there and watch, can I? Besides, even if I wanted to stop, I highly doubt they would let me."
He wasn't exaggerating. A quick glance confirmed that the girls had already wrapped around him like a cluster of incredibly affectionate octopuses, pinning his limbs to the cushions.
Mana Ouma was the most aggressive of the bunch. Straddling his waist, she slowly licked her glossy lips and leaned down, her breath hot against the shell of his ear.
"I want to be first," she whispered, her voice a husky, seductive purr that sent a pleasant jolt through his nerves. "You told me to prepare myself, and I have been waiting so patiently. Ren-kun... won't you give me all of your love?"
Ren smirked, his hands naturally settling on her slender waist. "Of course."
Stella was rendered entirely speechless. Grinding her teeth in frustration, she let out a heavy, indignant snort and spun on her heel, fully intending to storm out of the room. She expected the shy Shizuku and Ayase Ayatsuji to follow closely behind her.
Instead, she heard footsteps moving in the opposite direction.
She whipped her head around to find Ayase Ayatsuji walking straight toward the sofa.
Before the swordswoman could get too close, Arisa stepped into her path, crossing her arms. The Student Council President's gaze was sharp and icy. "And what exactly do you think you are doing?" she demanded coldly.
Ayase Ayatsuji bit her lower lip so hard it nearly bled. Her hands trembled at her sides, but she forced herself to look past Arisa, locking her desperate gaze directly onto Ren.
"I want to gain the power for my revenge," Ayase said, her voice soft but laced with an unyielding resolve. "I am willing to give absolutely everything to achieve it!"
Tears of humiliation and determination welled up in the corners of her eyes as she took another step forward. "I... I can do this too!"
Ren paused his ministrations with Mana, peering over the pink-haired girl's shoulder. A spark of genuine interest lit up his eyes. "Are you absolutely sure about this?"
"Mm! I am sure!" Ayase nodded heavily, her expression hardening. "I believe that you can definitively grant me the power I need for my revenge. I have already made up my mind."
Ren smiled lazily. He was a pragmatic man; he had absolutely no reason to reject a beautiful woman willingly offering herself to him. "Alright then. Arisa, take her to the side and teach her the ropes for a bit."
"Understood," Arisa replied, her cold demeanor softening slightly as she gestured for the swordswoman to follow her to an adjacent armchair.
Ayase turned back to look at her two companions from her home world. "You two can leave," she told them quietly. "I want to stay here."
Stella and Shizuku's eyes widened to comical proportions. Neither of them had expected the usually reserved daughter of the Last Samurai to be this incredibly bold.
But what shocked Stella even more was the sudden reaction of her other companion.
Shizuku Kurogane abruptly stopped walking toward the door. Her small hands clenched into tight fists, and a furious blush spread rapidly across her pale cheeks, traveling all the way down to her neck.
"I... I want to stay too!" Shizuku stammered loudly, her eyes darting everywhere except the sofa. "I need to personally witness this to ensure that Ayatsuji isn't being deceived by some shady magic!"
Stella stared at the petite girl in absolute bewilderment. What kind of ridiculously flimsy excuse was that?!
"You two..." Stella muttered, her lips pursing tightly.
Her own breathing was becoming noticeably erratic. The heavy, heated atmosphere in the room was already getting to her. Yet, driven by a chaotic mix of stubborn pride, protective instinct, and a dark, obvious curiosity, the Crimson Princess planted her feet firmly on the carpet.
She wasn't leaving either.
Ren, who was currently busy sliding his hands beneath Mana's uniform and getting the eager girl thoroughly into the mood, glanced over at the door. Seeing the crimson-haired princess still standing there like a statue, he raised an amused eyebrow.
"Stella, why aren't you leaving?" he asked, his tone laced with playful curiosity.
Stella immediately shot him a fierce, fiery glare, desperately using her trademark aggression to mask her heavily wavering gaze and the violent blush consuming her face.
"They came here with me, so I have to be responsible for them!" she snapped irritably, crossing her arms defensively over her ample chest. "Don't—don't talk nonsense! Just hurry up and get this over with! I want to go back to our world when you're done!"
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