(Third Person's POV)
As the clock ticked past eleven on the final night, a flurry of emails flooded the students' inboxes. The long-awaited results of the Cruise Ship Special Exam had arrived.
Detailed breakdowns of each group's performance, along with the subsequent adjustments to class points, were laid bare.
A collective gasp rippled through the student body as the final tallies became clear:
Before:
Class A: 1124 points
Class B: 869 points
Class C: 492 points
Class D: 312 points
After:
Class A: 924 points (-200)
Class B: 819 points (-50)
Class C: 642 points (+150)
Class D: 412 points (+100)
The shock was palpable. Class A had suffered the heaviest blow, dropping a staggering 200 points. Class B also took a hit, losing 50 points. The real winners, however, were Class C, who surged 150 points ahead, followed by a modest gain for Class D.
While the overall class rankings remained unchanged, the gaps between them had narrowed significantly. The playing field had shifted dramatically.
Beyond the class point adjustments, the exam also yielded a windfall of private points for some students. The specifics remained under wraps for now, but the whispers and speculation were sure to spread like wildfire.
With the exam finally concluded, the students could finally breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy the last vestiges of their cruise experience.
However, beneath the surface of normalcy, the gears of strategy and competition were already turning, fueled by the dramatic shifts in power revealed by the exam's outcome.
The cruise drew to a close, depositing the students back at the familiar confines of their school. Thankfully, half a month remained before summer break officially ended, offering a brief respite before the next academic storm.
The days were filled with a flurry of activity.
Club competitions buzzed with frenetic energy, and Ayanokoji and Sudou assisted Katsuragi with a seemingly innocuous errand – which was a parcel delivery to Katsuragi's sister outside the school grounds through the means of Sudou's basketball club tournament.
Meanwhile, Ayanokoji's interactions with Karuizawa deepened, revealing more facets of his true personality. Despite this newfound awareness, she remained firmly under his control.
Finally, for Ayanokoji, the summer's entertainment culminated in a late-night visit from Sakura Airi in his dorm room.
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(Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's POV)
The doorknob clicked as Sakura entered my room. My gaze remained steady, devoid of warmth, as I instructed, "Close and lock the door."
She complied, her movements hesitant, then lingered by the entrance, eyes fixed on the now-secured barrier. Intriguing.
I closed the distance between us in a silent stride, my arms wrapping around her slender waist from behind. The touch sent a tremor through her – a jolt of anticipation that didn't go unnoticed.
"Ready for tonight?" I asked, my voice flat.
A barely audible gasp escaped her lips. "Y-yes," she stammered, a tremor of excitement lacing her voice.
A satisfied nod followed. Then, in a display of calculated strength, I scooped her up in my arms. The surprised gasp that followed confirmed my assumption – the unexpected maneuver caught her off guard.
Gently, I deposited her on the bed, the plush surface welcoming her form. Her hands fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, but I stopped her with a raised hand.
"Leave it," I instructed, my voice a low murmur. "I'll do it."
According to my research (various visual resources on the internet, of course), the act of stripping a woman was a source of entertainment and arousal. It was worth investigating.
Her clothes came off in a slow, methodical process – the blouse, the skirt, each layer revealing more of the tempting skin beneath.
She lay sprawled on the bed now, a vision of barely-there lingerie, the lace bra a flimsy barrier against the swell of her breasts, the thin fabric of her underwear clinging to the curves of her body in a way that sent a jolt through me.
"This is unfair," she pouted, a playful glint in her eyes. Before I could understand her words, her hands rose, reaching for the button on my shirt.
The movement was fluid, practiced even, a stark contrast to her earlier nervousness.
Her gaze drifted down my body, lingering on the toned muscles beneath my t-shirt. A flicker of something – admiration? Desire? – sparked in her eyes.
My fingers brushed against the delicate lace of her bra, sending a jolt through me that surprised me with its intensity.
Curiosity, not arousal, had been my initial motivator.
Yet, the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips, the subtle tremor that ran through her body – these were sensations I couldn't ignore.
Ignoring the unfamiliar flutter in my chest, I continued. With a slow, deliberate motion, I unclasped her bra, revealing a breathtaking expanse of creamy skin and perfectly formed breasts.
Their fullness surprised me, and for a moment, I simply stood there, captivated by the sight.
Sakura's breath hitched, and a flicker of vulnerability crossed her usually confident features. It was a fleeting moment, replaced quickly by a determined glint in her eyes. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear.
"Do it, Ayanokoji-kun," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
The unexpected command sparked something within me. This wasn't a test anymore; it was a calculated risk. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I felt the weight of them, the warmth radiating against my palms. A low moan escaped Sakura's lips, her body arching into mine. This wasn't just about her anymore; it was a dance of power and control, a silent negotiation playing out in the space between us.
Without a word, I leaned down, my lips meeting hers in a searing kiss. The kiss was a revelation – a tangled mess of raw emotion and unfulfilled longing.
Her response was immediate, her mouth parting against mine as she surrendered to the intensity of the moment.
The taste of her, sweet and intoxicating, sent a fire lancing through me, erasing any trace of remaining detachment.
Our clothes became a hindrance, discarded in a flurry of tangled limbs and along with our hurried movements.
My skin met with hers while the heat radiating from our bodies filled the small room.
We moved together in a primal dance, driven by an unspoken hunger. Her moans filled the air, a counterpoint to the ragged breaths escaping my lips.
With each thrust, the intensity escalated, building towards an inevitable climax. Yet, a part of me remained detached, observing, analyzing.
The raw emotion in Sakura's eyes, the way her body writhed beneath mine – it was fascinating experience, a glimpse into a human experience I had only observed in videos.
The moment of release arrived in a wave of euphoria, washing over both of us. Sakura collapsed onto the bed, panting, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
But for me, it wasn't enough. There was something… incomplete.
Perhaps it was this detachment that allowed me to push further, to explore the boundaries of her tolerance.
A startled gasp escaped Sakura's lips as I slapped her buttocks sharply, the sound echoing in the silent room.
To my surprise, she didn't resist.
In fact, a strange glint appeared in her eyes, a mix of pain and… arousal? This was a side of Sakura I had never seen before, a side that defied logic and challenged my carefully constructed perception of her.
Ignoring the questions swirling in my mind, I continued, pushing the boundaries further.
The night blurred into a series of climaxes, each more intense than the last.
And Sakura, to her credit, endured it all, her moans and whimpers a testament to her… unique resilience.
By the time the first rays of dawn peeked through the window, casting faint shadows across the room, a sense of exhaustion had settled over us. Eight times, we had crossed that threshold, pushing each other to our limits.
As I lay beside her, her head resting on my chest, I couldn't deny a sense of satisfaction for satiating my carnal urges.