It was a quiet Sunday morning, with most students either taking a break or going about their own business. Ayanokoji arrived at the Keyaki Mall with Karuizawa Kei, who had been insistent on dragging him along for a bit of shopping. Though not overly fond of such outings, Ayanokoji found himself at ease with Kei's familiar energy, and he let her excitement fill the quiet spaces between them.
"Look at this one!" Kei exclaimed, holding up a pastel blouse. She tilted her head, eyeing him as though gauging his reaction. "Think it'll look good on me?"
Ayanokoji, with a casual nod, replied, "It suits you."
Kei's cheeks tinted slightly, pleased with his answer, and she went on to pick up a matching skirt. "You know, it's rare you say things like that." She glanced back with a smirk. "Maybe you're getting used to me."
Before he could respond, Ayanokoji's gaze drifted across the mall. A short distance away, he caught sight of Ryuen Kakeru strolling through the crowd with a familiar-looking first-year student, Nanase Tsubasa, by his side. From what Ayanokoji knew, Nanase wasn't the official leader of Class 1-D—that role belonged to Hosen Kazuomi, whose reputation as a rough and unyielding leader was widely known. For Ryuen to bypass Hosen entirely and meet with Nanase instead showed how tenuous their class relations were.
His observation didn't go unnoticed by Kei, who leaned over. "Something on your mind?" she asked, placing a hand on her hip.
"Just recognizing a few people." He returned his attention to her as she loaded her shopping bags onto her arms.
After what felt like hours of browsing through stores, they finally wrapped up their shopping. Kei let out a satisfied sigh, her arms heavy with bags, and beamed at him.
"Thanks for helping out," she said with a grin. "But I'll head back on my own from here."
"Alright," he replied, giving a small nod. Watching her retreating form, Ayanokoji mentally prepared himself for the rest of his afternoon.
As he made his way back to the dorms, the sun dipping lower in the sky, Ayanokoji's path was interrupted by the sight of two students standing near the entrance. One of them, with her short hair and composed posture, was Riko Utomiya, the unofficial leader of Class 1-C. The girl next to her, whom he recalled from her OAA profile, was Sakurako Tsubaki, a first-year with an academic rating of C-.
Ayanokoji raised an eyebrow, pausing as they approached him. Riko was the first to speak.
"Ayanokoji-senpai," she greeted politely, nodding her head. "Thank you for taking a moment to listen."
Tsubaki also gave a slight bow. "Ayanokoji-senpai."
He inclined his head, eyes narrowing slightly. "What can I help you with?"
"We were hoping you'd consider partnering with Tsubaki here for the upcoming exam," Riko explained, her tone steady and serious. "Tsubaki's been having trouble finding someone with high academic ability to pair with. And considering your class has already formed a strong bond with us first years in Class 1-C, I thought you'd be willing to help."
Ayanokoji's gaze lingered on Tsubaki for a moment, evaluating her as Riko continued, "Forming a partnership with you would solidify our relationship with Class 2-C."
Ayanokoji's gaze shifted back to Riko. It was clear that, despite her unofficial role, Riko carried enough weight to speak with confidence on behalf of her class. But Tsubaki's profile—her average academic rating—didn't make her an ideal partner in his view, at least not yet.
He finally spoke, his tone measured. "It's not that I'm rejecting the offer outright, but I can't make any promises right now. I'll need to discuss it with someone else first."
Tsubaki's face remained calm, but there was a glint of understanding in her gaze. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small slip of paper with her phone number on it, handing it to him.
"Thank you, Ayanokoji-senpai," she said softly. "Whenever you make your decision, please let us know."
Riko nodded, and the two turned and walked away. Ayanokoji glanced at the number for a moment before tucking it into his pocket, his mind already considering the situation with a detached analysis.
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The sun had fully set by the time Ayanokoji returned to his dorm room, the familiar quiet of his surroundings offering a momentary solace. He set his things down, settling onto his bed with plans to rest before diving into his work.
Not long after, there was a gentle knock at his door. Rising to answer it, he was greeted by a familiar, warm smile.
"Hey, Ayanokoji-kun," Ichinose Honami greeted, stepping inside without hesitation. She wore a casual outfit—a fitted t-shirt that hugged her figure and a pair of shorts that revealed her long, toned legs. The light fabric of her clothes accentuated her curves, the playful summer attire adding a certain allure to her usual, wholesome charm.
Ayanokoji observed her calmly, though he couldn't deny how the casual attire highlighted her natural beauty. Her shorts accentuated her thighs, and her shirt…well, it drew his gaze for a moment longer than intended. She noticed but said nothing, only smiling warmly as she sat beside him on the bed.
"Everyone in Class 2-B has finally formed their pairs," she began, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "It was tough, though. Sakayanagi and Ryuen kept upping the stakes with private points, recruiting the top first-years as partners for their classes."
Ayanokoji nodded, impressed. "You managed well, considering the competition."
Honami beamed at his praise, her cheeks faintly pink. "I'm just glad it's over," she admitted, her voice softening. "We couldn't have gotten the best partners, but at least our class was able to hold its own."
He reached over and gently patted her head, an unusual gesture for him. Her eyes sparkled, and she relaxed into his touch, looking up at him with a mixture of warmth and admiration.
"Thank you, Ayanokoji-kun. I couldn't have done it without all the advice you've given me," she whispered, her voice softening as she leaned a little closer.
"You did it all yourself," he replied quietly, but he didn't remove his hand. The closeness between them grew as a silence settled over the room, both of them aware of the charged atmosphere.
Finally, he spoke, his tone casual. "Why not stay a while longer?"
Ichinose's gaze flickered, her lips parting slightly before she smiled and nodded, her hand gently resting on his.
Ayanokoji's fingers traced the curve of Ichinose's spine as she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. He could feel the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her shirt, her soft skin inviting his exploration.
"Mmm...Ayanokoji-kun," she murmured, her voice a breathy whisper. "That feels nice."
He hummed in response, his touch growing bolder as he slid his hand up her back, his fingers lightly brushing the nape of her neck. Ichinose shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin as he tugged gently at her hair, tilting her head back.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air between them crackled with tension. Ayanokoji could see the desire flickering in Ichinose's gaze, her lips slightly parted as she looked up at him.
He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, "Why don't you take off your shirt for me?"
Ichinose's eyes widened slightly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. But she didn't hesitate. With a small nod, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, revealing a simple black bra that barely contained her ample breasts.
Ayanokoji's gaze roamed over her curves, taking in the sight of her exposed skin, the way her bra accentuated the swell of her breasts. He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of the fabric before sliding underneath, his thumb brushing against the soft mound of her breast.
Ichinose gasped, her back arching as she pressed into his touch. "Ayanokoji-kun..." she breathed, her voice heavy with desire.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck as he continued to explore her body with his hands. His fingers slid up her sides, grazing the underside of her breasts before cupping them fully, feeling their weight in his palms.
Ichinose moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder as he began to knead her flesh, his thumbs teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. He could feel them hardening under his touch, her body responding eagerly to his ministrations.
"Take off your bra," he murmured against her ear, his voice low and commanding.
She reached behind her, her fingers fumbling slightly with the clasp before it finally gave way. The bra fell away, and her breasts spilled free, the soft mounds pressing against his palms as he cupped them fully.
Ayanokoji gazed into Ichinose Honami's eyes, their faces mere inches apart, the air between them crackling with tension. With a soft smile, he leaned in closer, whispering against her lips.
"Last time, you asked if I would always be yours," he reminded her, his voice barely above a murmur. "And I agreed. But since I'm going to belong to you, don't you think I deserve to enjoy the benefits that come with it?"
His words sent a shiver down Ichinose's spine, her eyes widening slightly as she processed what he was implying. "A-Ayanokoji-kun..." she stammered, her face flushing a deep pink. "I... I don't know if we should..."
But before she could finish her sentence, Ayanokoji leaned in and captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Ichinose's eyes fluttered shut, her body melting against his as she returned the kiss with equal fervor. His hands roamed over her curves, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. He could feel her body trembling slightly, a combination of nervousness and desire.
As they broke apart, Ayanokoji's gaze was intense and filled with a hunger he couldn't hide. Without a word, he pulled her closer, grasping her sexy body intimately.
Ichinose gasped softly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but she didn't resist as he pushed her onto the bed, his body covering hers.
Ayanokoji couldn't resist taking one into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over it until Ichinose was writhing beneath him, her hands gripping his hair.
As he moved to her other breast, his hand slid down her stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. Ichinose gasped, her hips lifting slightly as she felt his fingers brush against her sensitive flesh. She was wet, her body already yearning for his touch. Ayanokoji rubbed her gently, feeling her body respond to his caresses.
He could sense her nervousness, could feel the tension in her body as he continued to touch her. But he was patient, taking his time to explore her curves, to bring her closer to the edge of desire. He wanted her to be ready, to crave him as much as he craved her.
As he slipped a finger inside her, Ichinose let out a loud moan, her body tightening around him. He pumped his finger in and out, feeling her grow even wetter, her moans growing louder with each thrust. When he added a second finger, stretching her further, Ichinose cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.
Ayanokoji leaned down, his lips hovering over her ear as he whispered, "I want you, Ichinose. I want to make you mine."
Ichinose's eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy with desire. "Ayanokoji-kun..." she breathed, her voice barely audible. "I... I trust you."
With a quick movement, Ayanokoji removed her shorts, leaving her completely bare beneath him. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes roaming over her curves, taking in every inch of her creamy skin. She was beautiful, and he wanted to worship every part of her.
He positioned himself between her legs, his hard length pressing against her entrance. Ichinose tensed slightly, a flicker of fear passing through her eyes. It was her first time, and she was nervous. But Ayanokoji was gentle, his lips brushing against hers as he slowly pushed inside her.
Ichinose gasped, her body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation. She could feel him stretching her, filling her completely. There was a brief flash of pain as he pushed through her virginity, but it quickly faded as he began to move slowly inside her.
Ayanokoji's hands caressed her body, soothing her as he slowly increased his pace. Ichinose's moans grew louder, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him. She could feel her pleasure building, her body tense with anticipation.
As they moved together, Ayanokoji's hands continued to explore her body. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. He kissed and nipped at her neck, leaving a trail of marks along her skin.
Ichinose's pleasure grew, her body moving in sync with his, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. She could feel her orgasm approaching, her body tensing as she neared the edge.
Ayanokoji could sense her coming close, and he pushed her over the edge with a few more deep thrusts. Ichinose cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure, her inner walls clenching around him. As she came, Ayanokoji followed her over the edge, his body shuddering as he reached his own climax.
Afterwards, they lay in each other's arms, their bodies still joined together. Ayanokoji could feel Ichinose's heart racing, could feel the sweat on her skin. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his arms tightening around her.
"That was incredible," he murmured, his voice soft and satisfied.
Ichinose nodded, a small smile on her lips. "Yes, it was," she agreed, her voice breathless.
They lay in silence for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. But Ayanokoji wasn't done yet. He wanted more of her, wanted to explore every inch of her body.
He rolled them over, so that Ichinose was on top of him. She looked at him with surprise, but he simply smiled and encouraged her to move. "Ride me," he whispered, his hands settling on her hips.
Ichinose hesitated for a moment, but then slowly began to move, rocking her hips against his. Ayanokoji guided her, showing her how to move, how to find her pleasure. Soon, she was moving more confidently, her hands braced on his chest as she rode him hard and fast.
Ayanokoji watched her with a hungry gaze, enjoying the sight of her bouncing on top of him, her breasts jiggling with each movement. She was beautiful, and the sight of her taking pleasure from his body was incredible.
As she moved faster, her moans growing louder, Ayanokoji could feel his own pleasure building again. He reached up, cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently as she rode him. Ichinose arched her back, her hips moving faster, her orgasm approaching.
When she finally came, her body tensing and shuddering on top of him, Ayanokoji followed suit, his body releasing with a groan of pleasure.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy. Ayanokoji pulled Ichinose into his arms, holding her close as they recovered.
But he wasn't done yet. He wanted to explore more, to have her in every position he could think of. So, he rolled them over again, this time with Ichinose on her hands and knees.
"I want to take you from behind," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Ichinose nodded, her body shivering with anticipation. She braced herself on the bed, her back arching as she presented herself to him.
Ayanokoji positioned himself behind her, his hands roaming over her curves as he entered her from behind. Ichinose cried out, her body pushing back against him as he began to move.
The new position allowed him to go deeper, to thrust harder. Ichinose's moans grew louder, her body shaking as he pounded into her. She could feel her pleasure building again, could feel her orgasm approaching quickly.
As she came, her body convulsing around him, Ayanokoji followed her over the edge, his body releasing with a groan of satisfaction.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still joined together. Ayanokoji rolled them over, so that Ichinose was lying on her back, her legs still wrapped around his waist. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with desire.
"I want you again," he whispered, his voice low and gravelly.
Ichinose nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Take me," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "I'm yours, Ayanokoji-kun."
And so, they continued, their bodies moving together in a dance of passion and desire. They explored each other's bodies, finding new pleasures in every touch and every kiss. They lost track of time, caught up in the moment, in the feeling of their bodies joined together.
Hours passed, and still, they continued. Ayanokoji took Ichinose from behind, her body bouncing against his as he pounded into her.
He took her on her back, her legs wrapped around his waist as he made love to her slowly and gently.
He took her on her side, her body spooned against his as he entered her from behind, his hands cupping her breasts as he moved.
And through it all, Ichinose gave herself to him, her body responding to his every touch, her pleasure growing with each new position. She was his, completely and utterly, and she loved every moment of it.
As the sun began to rise, signaling the end of their passionate night together, Ayanokoji and Ichinose lay in each other's arms, their bodies spent and satisfied. They had explored each other, had given themselves to each other completely, and in doing so, had discovered a new level of connection and intimacy.
Ayanokoji pressed a gentle kiss to Ichinose's forehead, his arms tightening around her. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "For giving yourself to me."
Ichinose smiled, her eyes still closed as she snuggled closer to him. "Thank you," she whispered back. "For making me feel so...alive."
And in that moment, as the sun rose over the horizon, Ayanokoji and Ichinose knew that their relationship had changed forever. They were bound together now, their connection deeper and more intimate than ever before. And they both knew that they wouldn't have it any other way.
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