Ayanokoji continued, "I came here because I want you to start keeping an eye on Acting Director Tsukishiro and find out what he is planning for the Event Selection Exam."
Chabashira nodded as she heard his words. "I've noticed that the new Acting Director Tsukishiro is indeed planning something. I know that much at least. I will help you uncover any scheme he's involved in."
"It's not like you have a choice about that," Ayanokoji said, his tone dismissive.
He then added, "I also need you to procure a bottle of birth control pills for women and provide it to me."
Chabashira was shocked as she heard those words. She knew what it meant. It meant that Ayanokoji was having raw sex with a girl without using protection. Her mind raced with the implications, but as a slave to Ayanokoji and because he held her weakness in his hands, she had to obey his command. She nodded her head. "I'll get the bottle of birth control pills by the end of the day."
Ayanokoji nodded, satisfied with her response. Just as he was about to leave, Chabashira spoke up.
"Please, Ayanokoji, don't have any raw sex with a girl. If she becomes pregnant, it could destroy her life and cause a scandal that would ruin the school's reputation as well."
Ayanokoji rolled his eyes. "I'll be careful about it," he replied nonchalantly. He leaned in closer, his voice a whisper in her ear. "If you want me to stop, you should volunteer yourself to satiate some of my carnal desires. If you do that, I might consider your request."
With those words, Ayanokoji left Chabashira's room, leaving her in deep thought. He made his way back to his dormitory, the early morning stillness enveloping him. His mind was already focused on the next phase of his plan.
Arriving at the gymnasium, Ayanokoji watched as his classmates of Class C trained. He observed their movements, analyzing their strengths and weaknesses. As he stood there, his thoughts briefly drifted back to Chabashira. He wondered how she would respond to his ultimatum, but quickly pushed the thought aside. There were more pressing matters at hand.
In the gymnasium, Hirata and the others were working on their physical conditioning. Hirata noticed Ayanokoji and approached him, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Kiyotaka, you're here early. Are you joining us for training today?" Hirata asked with a friendly smile.
Ayanokoji shook his head. "I'm just observing today. I wanted to see how everyone is progressing."
Hirata nodded, looking around at the rest of the class. "Everyone's been working really hard. We want to be in top shape for the Event Selection Exam."
"That's good to hear," Ayanokoji replied. "We'll need every advantage we can get."
As Hirata returned to his training, Ayanokoji continued to watch, his mind constantly analyzing and strategizing. He needed to ensure that Class C was fully prepared for the upcoming challenges. His own role as commander meant that he had to be one step ahead of everyone else.
Kushida Kikyou, who had been doing some light stretching, approached Ayanokoji with a mischievous grin. "Kiyotaka, aren't you going to join us? It's more fun when everyone's involved."
Ayanokoji gave her a small smile. "Maybe later, Kushida. I have some other matters to attend to right now."
Kushida pouted playfully. "You're always so serious. You should relax a bit more."
"I'll try," Ayanokoji replied, though his mind was already drifting back to his plans and calculations.
As the training session continued, Ayanokoji's phone buzzed with a message. Glancing at the screen, he saw it was from Chabashira.
"I'll have the pills by noon. Meet me in my office."
Ayanokoji slipped his phone back into his pocket, satisfied that everything was proceeding according to plan. He continued to observe his classmates, noting their progress and making mental notes on how to leverage their abilities in the upcoming exam.
Hours later, as noon approached, Ayanokoji made his way to Chabashira's office. He knocked on the door and entered when she called him in. She was sitting at her desk, a small bottle of pills placed neatly in front of her.
"Here," she said, sliding the bottle across the desk. "Just as you asked."
Ayanokoji picked up the bottle, examining it briefly before tucking it into his pocket. "Thank you, Chabashira-sensei. Remember to keep an eye on Tsukishiro."
"I will," she replied, her tone resigned.
Ayanokoji turned to leave, but Chabashira's voice stopped him. "Ayanokoji… please be careful."
He glanced back at her, his expression unreadable. "I'll consider it."
With that, he left her office, his mind already on his next move. As he walked through the halls, he couldn't help but think about the complexity of the web he was weaving. Each step was calculated, each action designed to further his goals.
Returning to his room, Ayanokoji took a moment to relax, the events of the morning replaying in his mind.
His mind was already planning the next steps, and he knew exactly what he needed to do. The pills were for Sakura Airi and Kushida Kikyou, the two girls with whom he had developed intricate relationships—each one serving a different purpose in his carefully constructed plan.
That evening, Ayanokoji sent a message to Airi, asking her to come over. It didn't take long before there was a soft knock on his door. When he opened it, Airi stood there, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes filled with a mix of shyness and excitement. She had grown accustomed to these late-night visits, and there was a quiet understanding between them that no words needed to express.
Ayanokoji led her inside, closing the door behind them. He handed her the bottle of pills, his expression as unreadable as ever. "Take one of these every day," he instructed, his tone calm and direct.
Airi looked at the bottle, then back at Ayanokoji. "Is this… necessary?" she asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.
"Yes," Ayanokoji replied. "It's important that we're careful."
Airi nodded, her trust in him overriding any doubts she might have had. She placed the bottle on the bedside table and turned to face him, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was meticulous in his approach. After slipping the bottle of birth control pills into Sakura Airi's hands, he sent a message to Kushida Kikyou, asking her to come to his room later that night. The same cold efficiency that marked his every move was present as he handed the second bottle to Kikyou, who accepted it with a knowing smile.
"Take one every day," he instructed her, his voice emotionless as always.
Kushida Kikyou's eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and understanding. "I'm starting to feel like you really care about me, Ayanokoji-kun," she teased, leaning closer to him.
Ayanokoji remained silent, his gaze fixed on her. He knew better than to be drawn into her games. Kushida, for all her charm and cunning, was just another piece on his chessboard, a useful tool to be utilized when necessary.
As the days passed, Ayanokoji maintained a strict schedule. He alternated nights with Airi and Kikyou, each encounter carefully planned and executed with precision. Airi, shy and demure, would come to his room with a soft knock, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. Each time, Ayanokoji would welcome her in, leading her to his bed where their encounters were slow and sensual. Airi would melt under his touch, her body responding to every caress, every kiss. She would gasp and moan softly as he explored every inch of her, her soft skin warming under his hands. The way she clung to him, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she whispered his name, only fueled his determination to keep her under his control.
Kikyou, on the other hand, was a different story. She was fiery and confident, her movements deliberate and seductive. She would strut into his room with a devilish grin, already anticipating the pleasure to come. Their encounters were more intense, a dance of dominance and submission as they explored each other's bodies with fervor. Kikyou loved the rougher side of things, and Ayanokoji knew exactly how to satisfy her. She would writhe beneath him, her voice rising in pleasure as he pushed her to the edge again and again. The nights spent with her were a different kind of heat, one that left both of them breathless and sated by the time morning approached.
Throughout the day, Ayanokoji remained focused on his primary objective: ensuring the success of Class C in the upcoming Event Selection Exam. He would regularly check on the training and abilities of the students, observing their progress with a critical eye. His classmates, unaware of the true depth of his involvement, would see him as a silent observer, content to let others take the lead. But Ayanokoji was always watching, always calculating. He paid close attention to those who showed potential, silently making mental notes of their strengths and weaknesses.