Ayanokoji sat quietly in his dorm room, the dim glow of his phone screen illuminating his face as he composed a message. His fingers moved deliberately over the screen.
"Come to my room tonight. Alone."
The recipient was Ichinose Honami. He knew she wouldn't refuse, though he was aware she might be apprehensive about such a request. Ayanokoji set his phone down and glanced at the clock. It was late, and he didn't expect her to take long.
Half an hour later, there was a soft knock at his door.
Ayanokoji opened the door to see Ichinose standing there. Her face flushed slightly, the usual confident expression she wore replaced by a hint of nervousness. She had dressed in casual clothes: a simple white t-shirt that hugged her curves and a pair of denim shorts that showed off her smooth, milky thighs. Her chest rose and fell as she took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure.
"Come in," Ayanokoji said, his voice steady, revealing nothing of his thoughts.
Ichinose stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room briefly before they settled on him. She shifted from one foot to the other, clearly uneasy.
"You wanted to see me… Ayanokoji-kun?" she asked, her voice soft, as if unsure of what to expect.
Ayanokoji motioned to his bed. "Take a seat."
Ichinose hesitated for a moment, but then complied, sitting down at the edge of his bed. She crossed her legs, her hands fidgeting slightly in her lap. Ayanokoji, without another word, turned and locked the door behind her, the soft click of the lock causing Ichinose to tense up slightly.
He walked back to her and stood for a moment, his gaze unreadable. Then he asked, "What do you know about Ichika Amasawa?"
Ichinose blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden question. She shifted her weight, clearly not expecting this to be the topic of discussion.
"Amasawa-san?" she repeated, as if confirming. "I... haven't had much personal interaction with her. She's relatively new, and the other students in Class A don't seem to know her very well either. But…" She paused, thinking carefully. "She's very impressive. Her ratings on the OAA app are incredibly high, especially in academics and physical attributes. She's definitely a strong presence in Class A."
Ayanokoji nodded, his expression neutral, but he let out a small, almost inaudible sigh. It wasn't the kind of information he was hoping for.
"Is that all you wanted to ask me?" Ichinose asked, her voice tinged with disappointment. She had clearly been expecting something more.
Ayanokoji noticed her tone immediately. The slight downcast in her expression didn't escape him. He stepped closer to her, his eyes meeting hers, and then shifted the conversation.
"No," he said softly, his voice low and calm. "I actually wanted to see you alone."
Ichinose's eyes widened slightly at his words, a mixture of surprise and nervousness crossing her face. Before she could respond, Ayanokoji gently placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her body toward him. His hands slipped under her t-shirt, and he immediately noticed something—there was no bra. His fingers brushed against her bare skin, feeling the warmth of her body.
Ichinose let out a small, involuntary gasp as his hands cupped her large breasts, her body instinctively arching toward his touch. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and her breath came out in soft, shaky intervals.
"A-Ayanokoji-kun…" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ayanokoji didn't respond verbally. Instead, his fingers began to play with her breasts, squeezing them gently, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Ichinose bit her lip, stifling a soft moan as her body responded to his touch. She leaned back slightly, her eyes fluttering closed, losing herself in the sensation.
The room was filled with the sound of her quiet moans as Ayanokoji continued to fondle her, his hands moving with deliberate precision. He guided her onto the bed, positioning her beneath him, and leaned down, his face close to hers as his hands explored every inch of her voluptuous body.
Ichinose trembled beneath him, her body reacting to his every move. Her fingers clutched at the bedsheets, trying to suppress her gasps, but her body was betraying her. The way he touched her—so calm, so controlled—it was driving her wild.
However, just as the atmosphere reached a boiling point, there was a loud knock on the door, breaking the tension in the air.
Ichinose froze, her eyes wide in panic. "W-What…?"
Ayanokoji remained perfectly calm, his eyes narrowing slightly as he called out, "Who is it?"
From the other side of the door, a familiar voice answered, "It's me, Kushida."
Ichinose's heart nearly stopped. Kushida?! The shock was written all over her face. Why was Kushida here?
Ayanokoji turned to her, his face still calm and composed. "Hide in the washroom," he said, his voice low but firm. "Don't make a sound."
Ichinose hesitated for a moment, but the urgency in his tone made her move quickly. She slipped off the bed and hurried to the washroom, quietly closing the door behind her. Inside, her heart was pounding in her chest, her mind racing. What was Kushida doing here at this time of night?
Ayanokoji walked over to the door and unlocked it, opening it just enough to let Kushida in. She stepped inside quickly, her eyes wide, clearly nervous about something. Her short skirt barely covered her thighs, and the buttons of her shirt strained against her large chest, the fabric pulling tightly around her voluptuous figure.
Ayanokoji shut the door behind her, locking it again, and then turned to face her.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice steady.
Kushida took a deep breath, clearly trying to calm herself. "It's… it's about Yagami Takuya."
Ayanokoji's expression didn't change, but he motioned for her to continue. "Go on."
Kushida's hands trembled slightly as she spoke. "Yagami… he threatened me. He said if I don't cooperate with him in this partner exam, he'll expose my past from middle school. He's blackmailing me, Ayanokoji-kun. I don't know what to do…"
Her voice wavered, and Ayanokoji noticed how scared she looked. But his eyes were drawn, for just a moment, to the way her shirt struggled to contain her chest. He quickly refocused, maintaining his calm demeanor.
"Calm down," he said, his tone soothing. "Don't be scared. If Yagami is resorting to blackmail, it means he needs something from you. Think carefully—what does he want? Does he want to target someone specific? Or does he want something else, like private points?"
Kushida bit her lip, trying to think through her fear. "I-I'm not sure… but I think he might be trying to target someone. I don't know who, though. He didn't give me any details, just that he wants me to cooperate."
Ayanokoji nodded, taking in the information, but his mind was already working on how to handle Yagami. This was yet another obstacle, one that would need careful maneuvering. However, at the moment, his attention was divided.
He couldn't afford to let Kushida know that Ichinose was hiding in the washroom.
"I'll deal with Yagami," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "For now, just keep acting normal. Don't give him any reason to suspect you're not going along with his plan."
Kushida nodded, though she still looked nervous. She took a step closer to Ayanokoji, as if seeking reassurance, her large chest pressing slightly against his arm as she leaned in.
Ayanokoji's mind raced. Handling both girls at the same time was going to be tricky, but he couldn't afford any slip-ups now.
He glanced toward the washroom door, where Ichinose was silently waiting.
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