The days following Kushida Kikyou's night with Ayanokoji Kiyotaka seemed to crawl by in slow motion.
The intensity of their time together left a lingering warmth that Kushida found herself replaying over and over in her mind.
Each memory was a spark that ignited her anticipation for their next encounter.
But life at Advanced Nurturing High School marched on, with the students wrapped up in the impending special exam and the usual school dynamics.
Two days later, during the lunch period, an incident occurred that broke the routine.
Kushida, along with a group of her friends—Mei-Yu Wang and other girls from Class C—approached Koenji Ryunosuke, who had remained in the classroom. Usually, Koenji would leave to enjoy his lunch alone, but today was different.
He recalled how Kushida had threatened him during the previous Class Vote exam, which almost resulted in his expulsion.
Yamauchi had narrowly received more criticism votes, but Koenji knew it was a close call. The next would definitely be his turn if Kushida really wanted to expel him in an exam similar to that one.
Kushida's approach was marked by an air of authority, her friends flanking her as they cornered Koenji.
"Koenji-kun," she began, her voice a mix of sweetness and underlying menace, "you need to start pulling your weight in this special exam. Otherwise, I'll make sure you're the next target for expulsion."
Koenji's usual light-hearted demeanor darkened as he considered her words. For a moment, he was silent, then he spoke with a cocky tone. "For this special exam, I'll reveal a bit of my abilities. But," he leaned in slightly, his eyes narrowing, "if you ever threaten me again, I'll make sure you're expelled instead."
Kushida wasn't intimidated by his counter-threat. She smiled, her confidence unwavering. "Do your best, Koenji-kun."
The confrontation ended, and Koenji left the classroom. Ayanokoji, observing from the corner of his eye, noted the exchange. Koenji glanced his way, their eyes meeting briefly before Koenji exited, heading to enjoy his lunch. The rest of the day proceeded without further incident.
Night fell, and once again, Kushida found herself at Ayanokoji's door, eager to continue her chess lessons. It was another session of strip chess, and as before, Ayanokoji's skill far outmatched hers. Piece by piece, her clothing fell away until she was completely naked. Despite the humiliation, she was learning quickly.
Ayanokoji taught her several tricks and traps, explaining each move with precision. "You need to be aware of the fork," Ayanokoji explained, moving his knight to threaten both Kushida's queen and rook. "It's a common tactic to gain material advantage."
Kushida nodded, absorbing the information. "I see. And what about this move?" she asked, attempting a discovered attack.
"Good, but remember to always think a few moves ahead," Ayanokoji advised, countering her move effortlessly.
Soon, their chess lesson concluded, and the atmosphere shifted.
The room was filled with a charged silence as they moved closer to each other. Kushida's desire, fueled by the memory of their last encounter, was palpable.
Their lovemaking began slowly, with Ayanokoji's hands exploring Kushida's body, his touch gentle but firm. He guided her onto the bed, positioning her on all fours. "Tonight, we'll try something different," he murmured, his voice low and filled with promise.
The first position was a variation of doggy style, with Ayanokoji's hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with measured precision. Kushida's moans filled the room, her body responding eagerly to his movements. "Ah, Ayanokoji-kun," she gasped, "please, more."
Ayanokoji obliged, increasing his pace and intensity. His hands moved from her hips to her breasts, fondling and squeezing them, making her moans grow louder. "You like this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
"Yes," Kushida moaned, "I love it."
He shifted her into a second position, lifting her legs over his shoulders as he entered her deeply. The new angle made her cry out in pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. "Oh, God," she panted, "Ayanokoji-kun, it feels so good."
Ayanokoji maintained a steady rhythm, his own breathing growing heavier. He leaned forward, biting gently at her large breasts, his teeth grazing her sensitive nipples. "You're so beautiful, Kushida," he murmured between bites, his hands continuing to knead her soft flesh.
Kushida's body trembled with each thrust, each touch, her climax building steadily. "Please, don't stop," she begged, her voice a desperate plea.
The third position was even more intimate and humiliating. Ayanokoji had her on her back, her legs spread wide as he entered her from above. His hands smacked her buttocks, leaving red marks that only heightened her arousal. "You belong to me," he said firmly, his eyes locked on hers.
"Yes, Ayanokoji-kun," she replied breathlessly, "I'm yours."
Her climax came in waves, her body shuddering uncontrollably. Ayanokoji wasn't far behind, his own release following soon after. They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking.
In the fourth position, Ayanokoji had Kushida straddling him, her movements dictated by his hands on her hips. He guided her pace, his eyes watching her every reaction. "Ride me," he commanded softly, his voice a mixture of authority and desire.
Kushida obeyed, her body moving rhythmically atop his. Her moans grew louder with each thrust, her pleasure evident in every gasp and cry. "Ayanokoji-kun," she moaned, "I'm going to come again."
"Do it," he urged, his hands moving to fondle her breasts once more, his fingers pinching her nipples lightly. "Come for me, Kushida."
Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing in ecstasy. Ayanokoji followed soon after, his own release filling her completely. They stayed intertwined for a moment, savoring the closeness, the connection they shared.
After their intense lovemaking, Ayanokoji and Kushida lay together, their bodies entangled in a tight embrace. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, both of them exhausted but deeply satisfied. Ayanokoji's hand gently stroked Kushida's hair, and she nestled closer, feeling a sense of contentment that was new and overwhelming.
"That was... amazing," Kushida whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and exhaustion.
"Yeah," Ayanokoji replied softly, his hand continuing to caress her. "It was."
The two of them slept while hugging each other's bodies, Kushida's head resting on Ayanokoji's chest, their limbs intertwined in a tangle of warmth and satisfaction.
The next morning, Kushida woke first. The early rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over Ayanokoji's peaceful face. She carefully disentangled herself from his embrace, not wanting to wake him. Quietly, she gathered her clothes and slipped them on, her movements deliberate and silent. She took one last look at Ayanokoji, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, before leaving the room and heading back to her dormitory.
Once back in her room, Kushida headed straight for the bathroom. She undressed and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the remnants of the previous night. The sensation of the water on her skin was refreshing, and she took her time, relishing the feeling of cleanliness and the memories of her night with Ayanokoji.
After her shower, she dressed in her gymnasium clothes, ready for the day's training. She felt a sense of renewed energy and determination as she left her room and headed towards the school building.
Ayanokoji, on the other hand, remained in bed a while longer. He lazily stretched, savoring the warmth of the bed and the lingering scent of Kushida on the sheets. Eventually, he rose and took a shower, the cool water waking him up fully. He dressed casually and made his way to the school building, feeling relaxed and composed.
The early morning found Class C in the gymnasium hall, practicing for potential sports events. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation and determination. Ayanokoji, as the commander, observed from the sidelines, his sharp eyes taking in every detail.
Sudou Ken was in his element, leading the training with enthusiasm. His athletic prowess made him a natural guide, even if his teaching methods lacked finesse. Nonetheless, his energy and dedication inspired his classmates, pushing them to give their best.
Among the girls, Kushida, Sakura Airi, and Karuizawa Kei trained diligently under Horikita's watchful eye. Horikita led them through a series of exercises, her instructions clear and precise. The girls followed along, their movements gradually becoming more coordinated and confident.
After a rigorous session, they all took a short break. Sweat glistened on their foreheads, their breaths coming in quick pants, but there was a sense of camaraderie and accomplishment in the air.
Soon, they dispersed to change out of their gym clothes and into their school uniforms.
However, not everyone headed straight back to their rooms. Sakura Airi slipped behind the gymnasium hall, where Ayanokoji was waiting.
Seeing him, Airi's face lit up with a shy smile. Ayanokoji approached her calmly, pulling her into a hug. He felt the warmth and softness of her body, her large breasts pressing against his chest. "You've done a great job, Airi," he murmured, his hands gently caressing her back. "You've been motivating the guys and working so hard these days."
Airi's heart fluttered at his words, her face flushing with a mix of pride and embarrassment. "Thank you, Ayanokoji-kun," she replied softly, her voice tinged with shyness.
He looked into her eyes, his gaze intense and reassuring. "I think you deserve some motivation too," he said, his voice low and compelling. Without waiting for her response, he leaned in and kissed her lips.
Airi was taken aback, her eyes widening in surprise. But as the kiss deepened, she melted into it, her arms wrapping around his neck. She was momentarily worried about her sweat-drenched clothes, but Ayanokoji's passionate kiss and the way his hands moved to her curvy buttocks put her worries to rest.
Her clothes clung to her body, showcasing her curves in a way that was both revealing and enticing. The wet fabric outlined her breasts and hips, making her look incredibly sexy.
Ayanokoji's hands roamed her body, appreciating every curve and contour.
They kissed deeply, lost in the moment, their bodies pressed together in a heated embrace.
Airi's initial shyness gave way to a bolder response, her fingers tangling in his hair as she returned his kisses with growing passion.
The intensity of their connection left them both breathless, a shared understanding passing between them as they pulled away, their foreheads resting together.
"You really are amazing, Airi," Ayanokoji whispered, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Airi blushed, her heart swelling with happiness. "So are you, Ayanokoji-kun," she replied, her voice soft and sincere.
They leaned forward for a final kiss. And during this final kiss, it was as though they were lost in each other, the intensity of their connection was overriding everything else. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of affection and desire.
"Let's go get changed," Ayanokoji suggested.
"Mhm~!" Airi nodded.