"….."
"Well, even a common alpha could have his way with an omega if the circumstances are just right…" Nishimura Youta added.
'Omega?
'Uh, she is an omega to boot? Wait, that's not the problem…'
"But why are all… it's not as though nobody could intervene… I mean, I mean…" Yuuki Etsuko said, quite perplexed. Although all the 54 students that belonged to the elite classes (first, second and third years) weren't present, there were still plenty of students; moreover, there were also the waitresses and other staff people but all were acting as if nothing and doing their own things.
'Is she for real?' Nishimura Youta thought; he didn't get how she was raised.
"Does my gra-grand…" she added, turning to face Nishimura Youta. However, her words stopped when she saw his face that said 'Don't you know the answer?'
"Hah," she touched her forehead with her palm and a troubled expression.
"….."
"Ugh."
"Masaru, where are you going?" Nishimura Youta asked when he noticed that Akiyama Masaru, who was standing ahead of them and had been silent till now, turned back and began to walk towards the door.
"I lost my appetite," Akiyama Masaru turned his head around with a covered nose and a frown to give his answer.
'Seriously what are they, ignorant first years? Moralists? Strange-type young masters…' Nishimura Youta pondered as he looked the back of Akiyama Masaru as he walked out, 'Oh well, Masaru is just being Masaru. The old-fashioned and strict Akiyama family's mind-set is ingrained so…'
"Huh?" As Nishimura Youta was thinking, he saw that Yuuki Etsuko suddenly began to walk forward with a decisive look in her dark eyes.
"Haaa-" He sighed, 'To be so old and from such high standing families, their reactions are surely out of the standard upper class people… I thought that Masaru would have become more relaxed and forbearing in those two years overseas though.' He turned around with an unusual and contemplative devious expression, and walked to the nearby seven seater table to his left.
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Tap- tap- tap-
"Ugh-"
'What a way of stirring my stomach… I didn't come to this school for this… it might be the same in other schools… maybe worst.' Akiyama Masaru was walking with big strides through a corridor with his nose still covered; though, with his white silk handkerchief now.
"Haaa- So unlucky…"
'No… "… it's better for you to not go to the Elite School Cafeteria…", I should have listened to him… urg…' Sato Muzuki's joking face appeared in his mind, making his frown deeper.
As he walked, he kept his thoughts hovering around the same issue, '… Ha! Does Youta thought that I could tolerate that or…'
"… 't believe you bucket all that time, so envious."
"I didn't work at my old man's place just for anything, you know."
"Haha… I should have done…"
His thoughts were interrupted when he reached his destination, the restroom, as two guys were having some kind of conversation as they were coming out.
Although females and males had both sexes down there, because the differences on the upper body and some other matters, washrooms were still divided in the gents' room and ladies' room; however, some picky places also made the further distinction of A, B and O. Many alphas felt uncomfortable with sharing the same space with the "lower" kinds but as the Academy cared the most about ability and intelligence, the only distinctions designated were the ones regarding the three classes (E, S and T) and seniority between years; though, seniority sometimes was discarded depending on the people involved.
The elite third years' restrooms weren't that elaborated. There was no door and the entrance had the measurements of a common door entrance. The corridor upon entering was six meters long and mean for two people to walk freely; as the roof was as high as the one in the classrooms, six meters high, the mirrors at both sides of the corridor gave quite the impression.
His mind quietened, getting some peace by rhythmic tapping of his soles echoing in his ears.
Nevertheless, after turning to his right from the long corridor and walked a few paces to come to face the restroom arrangement, his appeased heart was drown into an enigmatic displeasure by a charming but taunting voice and an alluring but tainted image.
"And here I was wondering who wanted to see without paying but it is only Akiyama Masaru-sama."
Akiyama Masaru, who had almost come into the wide washroom, halted his steps; his ears tickled and he turned his head around out of instinct. His dark slanted eyes widened, and he stood still and silent.
Below the glittering crystal chandelier in the middle of the roof, stood the naked body of Sato Mizuki. He was dazzling but not only by the light shaded upon him by the chandelier and the sunlight that distilled through the high windows; he was standing proudly with a hand on his hips and a golden smartphone against his chin. His smile was sly and his deep set green eyes that seemed to be joking and looking down on him also seemed so distant.
'What an aloof omega…' Akiyama Masaru thought in spite of himself.