As dawn broke, the first light filtered through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Ayanokoji Kiyotaka stirred, feeling the gentle warmth of Airi Sakura snuggled up beside him. He opened his eyes to see her serene face, a faint smile playing on her lips even in sleep. With a contented sigh, he gently untangled himself from her and watched as she slowly woke up.
Airi blinked her eyes open, meeting Ayanokoji's calm gaze. "Good morning, Kiyotaka," she said, her voice a soft whisper.
"Good morning, Airi," he replied, his tone as neutral as ever. "Did you sleep well?"
She nodded, stretching her arms above her head, causing her t-shirt to ride up slightly. "I slept great," she said with a yawn, then sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood up, her t-shirt clinging to her curves, accentuating her voluptuous figure. The absence of a bra made her breasts jiggle wondrously with each movement, the fabric barely containing her.
Airi picked up her shorts from the floor and pulled them on, still skipping her panties. She caught Ayanokoji watching her, and a playful smile spread across her face. "Like what you see?" she teased, winking at him.
Ayanokoji's expression remained impassive. "You're always a sight to behold, Airi."
Blushing slightly, Airi padded over to the small kitchenette and began making coffee. The scent of freshly brewed coffee soon filled the room, a comforting aroma that signaled the start of a new day.
Ayanokoji stretched his arms, feeling the slight stiffness from the previous night's activities. He rose from the bed, walked over to the table, and sat down. By the time he was fully awake, Airi had finished making the coffee and brought him a steaming cup.
"Here you go, Kiyotaka," she said, placing the cup in front of him. She took a seat across from him, her own cup in hand.
"Thank you, Airi," Ayanokoji said, gently grasping the cup and taking a sip. The warmth and richness of the coffee were just what he needed to start his day.
Airi watched him with a contented smile, sipping her coffee. "So, Kiyotaka," she began, her tone thoughtful, "what do you think about the upcoming special exam? Do you believe we can really beat Class A?"
Ayanokoji looked at her calmly. "Since I'm the commander, it's not impossible. We have to be strategic and anticipate their moves. As long as nothing unexpected happens, we have a good chance."
Airi's eyes sparkled with admiration. "You're so talented, Kiyotaka. I know you can lead us to victory." She leaned forward, her expression turning more serious. "But if other girls find out how talented you are, they might try to snatch you away from me."
Ayanokoji's gaze remained steady. "I've already told you, Airi. You don't need to worry about that. I've promised you that I won't break this relationship, even if I get close to another girl."
Airi smiled, relief washing over her features. "I'm happy to hear that, Kiyotaka. But it's still a bit uncomfortable thinking about another girl stealing you from me."
Ayanokoji reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "Airi, you're important to me. No one else can take your place. Besides," he added with a subtle hint, "if I seek you out, it means your beauty is more than enough for me."
Airi's cheeks flushed with a deep blush, and she nodded. "Thank you, Kiyotaka. That means a lot to me." She squeezed his hand, feeling reassured by his words.
After nearly half an hour of conversation, Ayanokoji glanced at the clock. "It's time to take a bath," he said, setting his empty mug aside.
Airi's eyes lit up with excitement. "Together?" she asked eagerly.
Ayanokoji nodded, and Airi followed him to the bathroom, her heart racing with anticipation. They undressed quickly, their clothes joining the pile from the previous night. As they stepped under the warm spray of the shower, Airi took the lead, eager to please him.
She lathered her hands and her large breasts with soap, her fingers deftly working the suds into a rich foam. With deliberate care, she began washing Ayanokoji's well-toned body, her hands gliding over his skin with a sensual touch. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she moved, their soft warmth adding to the intimate experience.
Ayanokoji stood still, allowing Airi to explore his body. Her touch was both gentle and firm, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. She moved with a practiced grace, her every motion filled with affection and desire.
When she was done, Ayanokoji took his turn, his hands lathered with soap as he began washing Airi's body. He started with her shoulders, his touch firm yet gentle. He moved down to her large breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, making sure to wash every inch. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure.
Ayanokoji continued down her body, his hands exploring her thin waist and curvy buttocks. He was meticulous, his touch both soothing and arousing. Airi's skin glistened under the water, her body responding to his every caress.
Airi's moans grew louder as Ayanokoji's hands moved lower, washing her legs and inner thighs. She was lost in the sensation, her body trembling with pleasure. "Kiyotaka, it feels so good," she whispered, her voice filled with longing.
Ayanokoji's touch was unrelenting, his hands moving with purpose. He washed her thoroughly, taking his time to ensure every part of her body was clean. Airi's moans and gasps echoed in the bathroom, a testament to the pleasure she was experiencing.
When they were both clean, they stepped out of the shower, their bodies glistening with water. They dried off quickly, their movements synchronized and efficient. Airi dressed in her discarded clothes, her eyes lingering on Ayanokoji with a look of love and adoration.
"I should go back to my room," she said softly, her fingers brushing against his arm. "I have to get ready for the training by Horikita."
Ayanokoji nodded, watching as she left the room. The door closed behind her, and he took a moment to collect his thoughts.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka powered on his laptop, the cool blue light casting a faint glow in his darkened room. His fingers moved swiftly over the keys as he accessed the school's camera system. Having previously hacked into the school's supercomputer, it was a simple task for him to manipulate the footage. He carefully edited the recordings, ensuring they didn't show Airi Sakura leaving and entering his room, or even entering the boys' building and staying the night.
Satisfied with his handiwork, Ayanokoji turned his attention to the next part of his plan. Utilizing the backdoor he had created in the supercomputer, he quietly unlocked the door to Chabashira Sae's room. He also added a dummy footage loop of the hallway leading to the teachers' rooms. This pre-recorded video would play for the next fifteen minutes, showing a perfectly empty hallway. He had spent the past week studying the patterns of the teachers and staff, ensuring there would be no one around at this early hour of 5:00 AM. Confident in his calculations, Ayanokoji left his room and headed towards the lift.
Exiting his building, he made his way to the teachers' residence. Each teacher's suite was significantly more luxurious than the students' rooms, equipped with a kitchen, a bathroom, and a spacious study area. Upon reaching Chabashira's suite, he silently entered and locked the door behind him.
He walked through the suite with purpose, making his way to her bedroom. There, Chabashira Sae lay asleep in her pajamas. The soft fabric clung to her curves, highlighting her seductive form. Her chest rose and fell gently with each breath, her massive breasts moving rhythmically. Ayanokoji took a moment to observe her, noting how vulnerable and serene she appeared.
Moving closer, he reached out and shook her shoulder gently. When she didn't wake, he shook her more violently, causing her to stir. Her eyes fluttered open groggily, and she was momentarily disoriented. As she awoke, her pajama top slipped down, exposing her ample breasts and pink nipples.
Ayanokoji's gaze remained steady as Chabashira's eyes widened in shock. She quickly covered herself with her hands, her face flushing with embarrassment.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice shaky.
Ayanokoji pointed to her exposed chest. "You might want to cover those up. Unless, of course, you want me to keep looking."
Realizing her state, Chabashira scrambled to adjust her top, but before she could scream, Ayanokoji clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Quiet," he ordered. "Fix your clothing properly."
Chabashira nodded, her hands trembling as she corrected her top, covering her large breasts. She sat up, still looking dazed and alarmed.
"You should remember," Ayanokoji began, his tone calm and measured, "that I have already hacked the school's supercomputer. Using that, it's not difficult to open the electronic doors of any room."
Chabashira let out a sigh as she recalled that and nodded.