On the way to school, joking and teasing with Otome, Sasaki Fuyumi passed a slope lined with cherry blossoms to arrive at the prestigious Eihou Private Academy. (Random name)
Eihou Private Academy was established in a very short time, so both the school's building facilities and the school's environment were top-notch.
As a branch of the nationally renowned Makoto High School, Eihou's dark inverted triangle emblem resembled the main school's.
Walking along the road dyed pink with petals, Sasaki Fuyumi and Otome walked through the school road full of cherry blossom trees and came to the shoe cabinet at the entrance of the teaching building.
Taking out the standard white indoor shoes issued by the school, as expected, there was no pink envelope as he had imagined.
Although this kind of scene often appeared in anime in his previous life; as soon as the door of the shoe cabinet was opened, the pink envelope representing a love letter would fall to the ground like falling cherry blossom petals, but in fact, basically...
Bang——
A sound similar to the sound of pages falling to the ground rang in Sasaki's ears.
Feeling bad, he subconsciously turned his head to look sideways and saw Otome not far away, staring blankly at a small stack of pink envelopes at her feet.
'Fuck! '
Although his face was expressionless, the subconscious curse words in his heart still represented the boy's unbalanced mentality.
In fact, this situation was very normal, considering he hadn't been to school in half a year, including holidays.
It would be abnormal if there were still girls like this who persisted in writing letters on paper that were rarely used nowadays.
The situation Otome faced, while not unheard of, was still rare.
Well..not really, after all, when Sasaki was in school in his previous life, there were very few people with big breasts and such seductive figures just in high school.
Although there were far more beautiful girls in this world than there were in his previous world, there were still not many as exaggerated as Otome.
Therefore, those boys who want to have a romantic relationship but cannot add LINE can only try their luck by writing letters.
After all, it doesn't take long to write a letter, so what if it's done?
And by any chance, if they really succeeded..wouldn't they be the envy of a lot of people?
There were too many people who held this idea, so every time after changing her shoes, Sakuragi Otome would hold a large pile of paper letters and throw them into the trash can.
But this time, because Sasaki was with her, there was no need for her to do it herself.
Holding dozens of similar envelopes, the boy looked at the girl beside him jokingly:
"Otome is quite popular, huh? I didn't get a single one."
"I don't care about their welcome. If you want it, just take it all." Hearing the teasing tone in his words, Sakuragi Otome held her schoolbag in both hands and rolled her eyes, not caring.
Her slender figure and elegant posture were like that of a well-educated lady in ancient times.
Coupled with her extremely charming white eyes, Sasaki, who was still angry in his heart, suddenly stopped breathing.
'Don't let desire break your will! '
Feeling increasingly out of sorts since this morning, Sasaki Fuyumi took a deep breath, calming the heat rushing to his head.
And Sakuragi Otome, who was following and keeping her eyes on him, naturally noticed his changes.
While she was shy, happy, and looking forward to it, there was also a touch of fear.
'That kind of thing...I can't think it can possibly fit, no matter how hard I think about it. '
The girl gestured with her slender arms as white as lotus roots, inexplicably thinking of duck eggs, and rubbed her still slightly sore cheeks, and her delicate and rosy face suddenly turned slightly white.
But the faint warmth rising from her belly and the love for it in her heart smoothed over her subconscious rejection of that kind of thing.
'If Fuyumi desires me, I will definitely be able to do it!'
After lightly caressing her chest, the determined girl Otome clenched her fist.
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After reaching the second floor, Sasaki Fuyumi, who didn't know that he had scared his lover, looked at the second-year Class B in the distance, then turned around and waved to Otome, who was clenching her small fists inexplicably excited.
"Otome, I'm going back to class. Contact me on the phone if anything."
"Okay, goodbye. Do you want to have lunch together at noon?"
Sakuragi Otome, who blinked and came back to her senses, looked at Fuyumi in front of her, thinking of the random thoughts in her mind just now, feeling as if her fantasies were caught red-handed.
While she was feeling shy and flustered in her heart, her mouth responded subconsciously.
"It depends on the situation. The teacher might want to talk to me during the morning break or lunch. If I have time, I'll message you."
After standing there and thinking for a moment, Sasaki Fuyumi gave her an answer.
And after the girl waved in response, he also walked towards the unfamiliar class.
As it was only 8:15, there was still some time before classes started at 8:30.
Therefore, not all the students in the class were present, and most of the students were gathered in small circles, talking with classmates with whom they were close.
Looking around, there were a few students sitting alone...or just two.
And the only two students left alone in the class were particularly obvious.
Just like garlic cloves among a group of orange segments, they looked out of place with them no matter how one looked at them.
One of them was a girl sitting quietly in her seat, wearing a large school uniform, and her specific figure could not be seen.
The hair was black and dense, tied into somewhat old-fashioned twin braids, hanging in front of her body.
She wore large black glasses that covered half of her face, and because she was looking down, Fuyumi couldn't see her face clearly through the dense, long bangs and glasses.
But judging from the fair skin exposed on her chin, her appearance shouldn't be ugly.
Another girl, who was alone, stood awkwardly on the right side of the entrance, in the second-to-last row.
The girl was dressed in the standard girls' uniform, a white shirt and a pleated skirt.
Her legs, which were plumper and rounder than other girls, were covered with white stockings with extremely obvious strangulation marks.
Although her back was turned to him, according to the theory that body shape is directly proportional to appearance, this girl's appearance might surpass that of the other girls by a margin.
After all, even the skirt, which stopped about three fingers above her knees, could not cover up the curvy curves, which stubbornly told the charm of the owner.
And above those curvaceous thighs, which resembled two perfectly rounded moons facing each other, there was a sudden contraction, forming a mouth-drying hip-waist curve.
Coupled with the girl's extremely plump breasts, even if she didn't look back, the eyes of most of the boys in the class were still vaguely
projected on her body.
Not to mention, even if someone looked at it from the back, they could still see the amazing outline of wealth.
'This girl has some serious assets!'
Out of instinct, Sasaki Fuyumi naturally thought of these words when he saw her for the first time.
Without looking at it for too long, after taking a general look at the class, Sasaki Fuyumi walked towards the place where he sat last time.
Because he took a long leave, the teacher arranged his seat in the last row by the window.
That's the position to the left of the plump girl.
Looking past the rows of sleek, bright desks and students who were blocking the view, he also understood the reason why she stood there awkwardly.
The chair in his seat and hers were occupied by several girls in front of his desk who were wearing more open clothes, heavy makeup, and gorgeous clothes, just like those standard villains in Otome novels.
Due to the school's dress code, they didn't violate any rules as they couldn't wear eccentric attire.
They just sneakily modified the length of the skirt, making their thighs, clad in black or white silk, noticeably more attractive than the other girls.
And because of Sasaki's height and length, he lowered his head slightly and could see the unbuttoned collars of the girls.
But as these heavily made-up girls were not exactly his type, he just glanced at them and looked away before knocking on the desk that was as smooth as a mirror and didn't even have a book on it.
Tap, tap—
The crisp sound caught the attention of the girls who were chatting about something tasty.
And when they raised their heads slightly impatiently, planning to ask what happened, Sasaki Fuyumi's height and appearance made them adjust their facial expressions unconsciously.
The girl, who seemed to be their leader, sat cross-legged on the table while chewing gum, looked Sasaki up and down, then adjusted her accent and asked in a pretentious voice that would make anyone's skin crawl.
"Classmate, what's the matter?"
'hiss! '