Ayanokoji stood in front of Kushida, his calm expression betraying nothing of the intricate balancing act he was currently performing. With Ichinose hiding in the bathroom and Kushida standing in front of him, clearly flustered and scared, he needed to stay composed.
Kushida, however, had a different focus. Her nervousness from earlier started to shift, her body language more familiar now, her eyes locked onto Ayanokoji's with a strange mix of expectation and longing. She took a step closer to him, her voluptuous chest brushing lightly against him as she looked up into his face.
"Ayanokoji-kun…" she whispered, her voice sultry now, "aren't you going to touch me? Enjoy my body like you always do?"
Ayanokoji mentally deadpanned at Kushida's words. Seriously? Of all the times for her to say something like this, she had to choose now—loud enough for Ichinose to hear from the bathroom. He could already picture Ichinose's reaction.
And, as expected, a soft gasp escaped from behind the bathroom door. It wasn't loud, but it was there—proof that Ichinose had heard every word. Ayanokoji could only imagine what was going through her mind at that moment. She likely never imagined he had this kind of relationship with Kushida.
Kushida didn't seem to notice any of this. She was too focused on him, her gaze lingering on his every move as she waited for his response.
Ayanokoji kept his expression neutral, even though he could feel the complexity of the situation building. He couldn't afford to let Kushida know about Ichinose's presence. That would ruin everything. He had to stay in control.
He grabbed Kushida's arm with a firm grip and guided her over to his bed, his movements deliberate but calm. Without a word, he threw her voluptuous body onto the bed. Kushida let out a small gasp of surprise but quickly adjusted, her body settling into the soft mattress as she looked up at him expectantly.
Ayanokoji didn't waste time. He unbuttoned the tight shirt that was straining against her large chest, revealing her smooth skin and ample cleavage. As soon as the fabric gave way, his hands moved to her breasts, fondling them with a practiced touch. Kushida's body reacted instantly, arching slightly under his hands, and she let out a loud, breathy moan.
"Mmm, Ayanokoji-kun… you're so rough tonight…" Kushida moaned, her voice dripping with pleasure.
Ayanokoji's hands continued to explore her body, his fingers kneading her soft flesh as he leaned down, his lips finding the curve of her neck. He kissed and bit her skin, drawing more moans from her as her body writhed beneath him. His hands slipped lower, tracing the curves of her body, squeezing and fondling as if she were nothing more than a tool for his amusement.
Kushida's moans grew louder, her body responding eagerly to his touch. "Ayanokoji-kun… yes, more…"
Every sound that escaped her lips only heightened the tension in the room. Ayanokoji was fully aware of the fact that Ichinose was hearing all of this from the bathroom. He knew she was listening—her mind probably racing with confusion, disbelief, and maybe even hurt. This was a side of Ayanokoji she had never seen before, and he had no idea how she would react to it. But for now, he needed to keep Kushida satisfied and unaware of Ichinose's presence.
Kushida's shirt was now fully open, her large breasts exposed to Ayanokoji's gaze. His hands squeezed them roughly, eliciting even louder moans from her. She was completely lost in the moment, her body writhing beneath him, her hands clutching at the bedsheets as she arched her back in pleasure.
From inside the bathroom, Ichinose remained frozen. Her heart pounded in her chest as she listened to the unmistakable sounds of Kushida's moans and Ayanokoji's rough handling of her body. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was this really happening? Her mind raced as she tried to process the situation. Ayanokoji… the calm, composed, and often emotionless Ayanokoji… was doing this with Kushida?
Ichinose bit her lip, trying to keep her breathing steady, but every sound that came from the other side of the door sent a shock through her system. It felt wrong—so incredibly wrong—but at the same time, she couldn't tear herself away. She stayed hidden, listening, her body tense with a mixture of disbelief and something she couldn't quite define.
Meanwhile, back on the bed, Ayanokoji continued his methodical play. He moved his lips lower, trailing kisses down Kushida's neck and chest, before biting the soft flesh of her breast, eliciting another sharp gasp from her.
"Ayanokoji-kun…! You're always so good…" Kushida moaned, her voice breathless with pleasure. She grabbed onto him, pulling him closer as her body trembled under his touch.
Ayanokoji's mind, however, was elsewhere. Despite the physical intensity of the moment, his thoughts remained analytical. He was gauging Kushida's reactions, making sure she stayed focused on him and not on anything that might lead her to discover Ichinose's presence. His movements were precise, controlled, designed to keep Kushida exactly where he needed her—in a state of total distraction.
But his mind couldn't ignore the fact that Ichinose was still there, still listening. How would she react to this? Would she confront him later? Would this change how she saw him? He couldn't predict her response, but he knew it would complicate things moving forward.
Kushida's loud moans filled the room as Ayanokoji's hands roamed her body, fondling her breasts, gripping her waist, and playing with every inch of her voluptuous form. The bed creaked slightly under their movements, adding to the symphony of sounds that filled the small dorm room.
Inside the bathroom, Ichinose covered her mouth with her hand, trying to keep herself from making a sound. Her face was flushed, her body tense as she struggled to reconcile the Ayanokoji she thought she knew with the version of him that was now playing out in front of her—well, behind the bathroom door, but still… so vividly.
Every time Kushida moaned, Ichinose's heart raced faster. Her mind was spinning, unsure of what to think, unsure of how to feel. She was trapped, both physically and emotionally, unable to escape from the reality of what was happening just outside the door.
Kushida, meanwhile, was lost in her own world. "Ayanokoji-kun… yes, right there…" she gasped, her hands clutching at him as her body shuddered with pleasure. "Don't stop…"
Ayanokoji's hands remained firm, his actions purposeful and precise. But even as he focused on Kushida's body, he couldn't help but feel the weight of Ichinose's presence looming over him.
Kushida's body trembled beneath Ayanokoji's touch, her breath coming in short gasps as he continued to tease and fondle her. Her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, her eyes half-lidded as she looked up at him, desire evident in every part of her posture.
"Ayanokoji-kun… take me," she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. "I want you inside me."
Ayanokoji's expression didn't change as he paused, his hands still resting on Kushida's bare breasts. His mind raced, assessing the situation with cold precision. This wasn't part of the plan—not for tonight, at least. He had other matters to deal with, including Ichinose hiding in the bathroom.
Kushida, however, was lost in the moment. She shifted beneath him, her body arching in an attempt to pull him closer, to push things further. "Come on… I need you," she continued, her voice breathy, tinged with impatience.
Ayanokoji's eyes flicked toward the bathroom door for the briefest moment. He knew Ichinose could hear every word, every sound that was happening on the bed. Her presence loomed large in his mind, even as he maintained his usual calm facade.
Inside the bathroom, Ichinose was on the edge of panic. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears, her breath shallow as she listened to Kushida's desperate pleas. She had already been shocked to discover that Ayanokoji and Kushida had this kind of relationship, but now… it was going even further? Her mind swirled with a mixture of emotions—confusion, disbelief, and a faint twinge of jealousy she didn't want to acknowledge. Was this really the Ayanokoji she thought she knew?
Kushida, still unaware of Ichinose's presence, tugged at Ayanokoji's shirt, trying to pull him down onto her. "Come on, Ayanokoji-kun," she whispered, her lips close to his ear now. "You know you want me."
Ayanokoji finally shifted, his grip on her chest loosening as he sat back slightly, taking a moment to assess his next move. He could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Ichinose is still here… I can't let things get out of control.
He placed his hands firmly on Kushida's shoulders, stopping her from pushing things further. "Not tonight, Kushida," he said, his voice calm, measured.
Kushida blinked up at him, confusion briefly clouding her lust-filled gaze. "What? Why not?" she asked, her brow furrowing. "You always—"
"I said not tonight." His tone carried just enough authority to make Kushida hesitate.
She bit her lip, frustrated, but she didn't argue further. Instead, she lay back on the bed, pouting slightly as she looked up at him. "You're no fun tonight, Ayanokoji-kun," she muttered, her fingers tracing circles on his arm. "What's the matter?"
Ayanokoji didn't answer immediately. He needed to maintain control of the situation without letting on that there was someone else in the room who could hear everything. "I have something else to deal with right now," he said, standing up from the bed and adjusting his shirt. "We'll continue this another time."
Kushida sighed, her pout deepening, but she slowly sat up as well, beginning to button her shirt back up. "Fine… but you owe me," she teased, her voice playful again. "Next time, I won't take no for an answer."
Ayanokoji nodded, keeping his expression neutral as he watched her. Inside, his mind was already working on how to handle the next part of the situation—Ichinose. He could still hear her faint breathing from the bathroom, could almost feel her confusion and nervousness radiating through the door.
As Kushida finished fixing her clothes, she stood up and stretched, her large chest straining against the buttons of her shirt once more. "I'll let you get back to whatever it is you're doing," she said, giving him one last playful look. "But don't keep me waiting too long, Ayanokoji-kun."
With that, she moved toward the door, her fingers lingering on the handle for a moment before she looked back at him. "Goodnight," she said with a wink, and then she was gone, the door closing softly behind her.
Ayanokoji let out a silent breath, his eyes flicking back to the bathroom door.