A sharp rapping on the door shattered the lingering intimacy. A gasp escaped Ichinose's lips, her eyes widening in alarm.
Ayanokoji remained calm, a stark contrast to Ichinose's flustered state. "Don't worry, Ichinose-san," he said, his voice calm and devoid of urgency. "Put your shirt on and gather yourself. There's no point in panicking."
He rose from the bed, his movements smooth and practiced. "I'll check who it is. If it's a guy from Class C, hide in the bathroom quietly. I'll handle him."
Ayanokoji's instructions, though practical, seemed to underscore the gravity of the situation. "And if it's a girl?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and anxiety.
Ayanokoji paused, his gaze flickering over her for a brief moment. "If it's a girl we can trust," he said, a hint of something akin to strategy in his voice, "you can leave. Just maintain your composure and make it look like a casual visit."
Without another word, he moved towards the door, his steps barely making a sound. Ichinose watched him go, her heart pounding fiercely against her ribs. The sight of him so unfazed by the looming chaos only intensified the swirl of emotions she felt, a strange mix of admiration and a deeper, more personal longing for him.
He reached the door and peered through the peephole. A flicker of recognition crossed his features before he turned back to Ichinose. "It's Kushida-san," he announced. "She won't spread any rumors about you, so you can go."
Relief washed over Ichinose. Kushida was known for her discretion, so she quickly adjusted her shirt, buttoning it up with trembling fingers.
The buttons, straining against her ample chest, were a testament to her curvaceous figure, and Ayanokoji's eyes lingered on them for a moment. He noted the way the fabric hugged her curves, the sight both alluring and intriguing. Despite his calm demeanor, a brief flicker of something crossed his face.
"Alright," Ichinose whispered, her voice barely audible. A hint of doubt still clung to her words. "But why would Kushida-san visit you this late at night?"
Ayanokoji offered her calm look. "Probably to discuss something about our Class C matters," he said vaguely, providing just enough of an explanation to appease her.
With a final nod, Ichinose prepared to leave. She waited for Ayanokoji to open the door.
As Ayanokoji opened the door, Kushida was in the process of raising her fist for another knock. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw Ichinose emerging from his room.
Ichinose maintained a facade of calm, masking the frantic rush of emotions beneath. She offered Kushida a simple nod before hurrying down the hallway, her pace quickening with every step.
Kushida's gaze returned to Ayanokoji, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Woah! Was that Ichinose-san?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.
Ayanokoji simply stepped aside, motioning her inside. He closed the door behind her with a soft click, locking it with a practiced flick of his wrist. The air between them was charged with unspoken tension.
They moved to his bed, both settling on its edge. Ayanokoji's gaze remained impassive as he regarded Kushida, his demeanor inscrutable. "What brings you here, Kushida-san?" he asked, his voice devoid of curiosity.
Kushida's playful demeanor was replaced by a seriousness that rarely graced her features. "Someone from our Class C approached me," she said, her voice low and earnest. "They want me to use my influence to convince the class to target you for expulsion in the upcoming vote."
A cold glint flickered in Ayanokoji's eyes. "Expel me?" he echoed, his voice sharp and unyielding. "Who would make such a request?"
Kushida hesitated for a moment before meeting his gaze. "Haruki Yamauchi," she said, the name hanging heavily in the air.
Ayanokoji scoffed, a humorless sound that lacked warmth. "Yamauchi," he muttered, his tone dripping with disdain. "So much for being a friend."
Ayanokoji's gaze remained fixed on Kushida, his expression unreadable. "What did you tell Yamauchi, Kushida-san?" he asked, his voice flat and controlled.
Kushida bit her lip, her previously playful facade replaced with a hint of nervousness. "I told him I'd… consider it for the night before making a decision," she admitted, her eyes flickering with a mixture of guilt and determination.
Ayanokoji nodded curtly. He leaned back against the bed frame, his eyes narrowing as he contemplated the situation. He soon had a plan.
"Keep this information to yourself, Kushida-san," he instructed firmly. "But the day after tomorrow, during morning class, reveal it dramatically."
His eyes locked onto hers with a steely intensity. "Make it clear to our Class C that Yamauchi approached you with this ridiculous request. Emphasize that I haven't done anything to warrant expulsion."
Kushida, intrigued by his strategy, readily agreed. Ayanokoji continued, his voice low and calculating. "However, in the meantime, subtly guide your friends in Class C towards another target for their criticism votes—Kouenji Ryunosuke."
Kushida raised an eyebrow, surprised by the unexpected twist. "Do you want me to try and expel him?" she queried, her tone carrying a hint of curiosity. "If that's your objective, I can make it happen."
Ayanokoji shook his head, his expression unyielding. "No," he stated flatly. "I merely want to see if the threat of expulsion might force Kouenji to take things a little more seriously. Perhaps it will encourage cooperation within the class."
Kushida's understanding came with a slow smile that spread across her face. "So," she started, her voice dripping with implication, "Yamauchi will be your true target… he will be revealed dramatically, of course."
Ayanokoji nodded once, his expression almost approving. "Precisely."
A comfortable silence fell between them, punctuated only by the soft ticking of Ayanokoji's clock. After a moment, he broke the silence with a dismissive tone. "You can go now, Kushida-san."
However, instead of leaving, Kushida leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint. "But Ayanokoji-kun," she purred, her voice a mere whisper. "Why aren't you… forceful tonight?"
Ayanokoji raised an eyebrow, his gaze cool and unfeeling. "Are you saying you want me to… do something?" he inquired, his voice devoid of inflection.
Kushida's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "It's your fault!" she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and desire. "You've made me… addicted to that… feeling."
She took a deep breath, her voice dropping to a low murmur. "Please, Ayanokoji-kun. Be… rough with me. Take off my clothes… touch me… play with me the way you want to."
Ayanokoji's gaze remained unwavering as he studied her. The calculating coldness in his eyes was replaced by a fleeting hint of amusement.
He stood over her, a stark embodiment of control and dominance. His presence was commanding, each movement deliberate and calculated. Ayanokoji's fingers extended towards Kushida with a slow, deliberate grace that made her shiver in anticipation. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension, a tangible energy that heightened every sensation.
His breath was warm against her ear as he leaned closer, his voice a low, throaty growl. "Very well, Kushida-san," he murmured, his tone both seductive and authoritative. "But remember, this serves a purpose. The purpose of subduing a woman like you!"
The promise in his words was clear, and Kushida's pulse quickened at the implication. She could feel the weight of his gaze as it traveled over her body, and the dominance in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. His hands were both rough and gentle, an intoxicating mix that left her breathless.
Ayanokoji's lips met Kushida's in a kiss that was both demanding and possessive. His touch was assertive, his tongue exploring her mouth with an intensity that left no doubt about who was in control. He pulled her closer, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he deepened the kiss. The heat between them was palpable, every caress and every touch magnified by the raw intensity of their connection.
Kushida moaned into the kiss, her body arching instinctively as Ayanokoji's hands roamed upward, cupping her large breasts through the fabric of her shirt. His touch was both commanding and possessive, his fingers squeezing roughly, eliciting a gasp from her that quickly turned into a whimper when he pinched one of her nipples hard enough to leave a mark. The mixture of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, sending waves of arousal coursing through her body.
Ayanokoji's fingers moved with practiced precision, teasing and tugging at the buttons on Kushida's shirt until they fell open. The lacy black bra she wore beneath was revealed, this intricate fabric was a tantalizing contrast to the smooth skin of her breasts.
With a smooth, practiced ease, Ayanokoji undid the clasp of her bra. He pulled down the straps so that they pooled around Kushida's elbows, exposing her breasts fully. They spilled out of their confines, heavy and full, under his gaze. The sight was both mesmerizing and captivating, a feast for his eyes that stirred something deep within him.
He leaned down again, his lips brushing against her skin as he captured one nipple between his teeth. His bite was firm, not gentle, but not overly harsh either—just enough to make Kushida cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her body writhed beneath him, every movement a testament to the overwhelming sensations he was causing.
As he continued his assault on both nipples, pinching and twisting them mercilessly, Kushida's moans grew louder, her breathing becoming more erratic. The rough handling sent shivers through her entire body, each touch and pinch intensifying the growing wetness between her legs. Despite herself, she found it impossible to resist the surge of arousal that he was eliciting from her.
Ayanokoji's rough grip on her breasts never faltered. He released one breast only to grab hold of it again, his touch being firm and unyielding. Each bite and pinch left red marks and bruises, a visible testament to the passionate encounter they were sharing. The other breast received similar treatment, becoming covered in love bites and tender bruises from his relentless attention.
By now, Kushida was panting heavily, her eyes glazed with an intense, lustful haze. She reached up towards Ayanokoji's face, her fingers digging into his cheeks as she tried desperately to pull him closer for another kiss. Her touch was urgent, a plea for more, but instead, he pushed himself away from her. His eyes gleamed with a predatory satisfaction as he observed her desperate attempt.
Ayanokoji rose from the bed, his movements deliberate and methodical. He began removing his clothes with a practiced efficiency, each piece discarded with an almost mechanical precision. His shirt came off first, revealing a well-toned torso that starkly contrasted with the cold, unfeeling demeanor usually present in his eyes.
His pants followed, kicked off with a hint of impatience. He turned back towards Kushida, his gaze fixed on her body with a predatory intensity. She lay there, her large breasts heaving with every breath as she tried to catch her breath after their rough, passionate encounter.
Ayanokoji approached the bed slowly, his eyes never leaving Kushida's form. His steps were measured, each movement deliberate as he stalked closer to her. The intensity in his gaze was almost tangible, a dark promise of what was to come.
Kushida's heart raced as she watched him, her body still trembling from their earlier interaction. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him, her body aching with a mix of anticipation and need. The space between them seemed to shrink with each passing moment, the air thick with an almost unbearable tension.