As Ayanokoji, Horikita, and Sudou walked back toward the dorms, the quiet tension in the air was thick with unspoken thoughts. Horikita broke the silence first, her eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced sideways at Ayanokoji.
"Ayanokoji," she began, her voice questioning but steady, "why did you choose to partner up with a guy like Hosen? You know as well as I do how dangerous he can be. With your academic standing, you could've picked any other first-year student with a good record."
Ayanokoji continued walking without responding right away, his expression unreadable. After a brief pause, he spoke with his usual calm. "It was just an impromptu decision," he replied, his tone betraying nothing.
Horikita and Sudou both froze momentarily, staring at him with surprised expressions. Horikita's disbelief was evident. "Impromptu?" she repeated, a hint of incredulity in her voice.
But Ayanokoji didn't elaborate, instead walking ahead without further comment. Soon after, he returned to his dorm room and settled in, his phone vibrating with a new call. Glancing at the screen, he saw it was Kushida Kikyou.
He answered, and Kushida's worried voice came through almost immediately. "Ayanokoji-kun, I just heard about what happened today," she said. "Why would you choose someone as dangerous as Hosen as a partner?"
"Dangerous, maybe," Ayanokoji replied, keeping his voice steady. "But Hosen has a plan for himself here at the school. He wouldn't risk expulsion."
"But… Ayanokoji-kun, there are so many other options! I know a few first-year guys with high academic evaluations who haven't chosen a partner yet. If I ask, one of them would definitely partner with you," she insisted, her concern palpable.
Her worry was almost endearing, but Ayanokoji stayed collected. "Hosen won't try anything reckless," he assured her. "Besides, even if he did, he's not capable of doing anything to me."
The casual confidence in his tone left Kushida momentarily speechless, though he could sense her relief. After a pause, she spoke up again, her voice tinged with caution. "Still, Ayanokoji-kun, you should be careful."
"You're worrying too much, Kushida," he replied softly. "Come by my room tonight if you'd like. I think I know a way to calm your heart."
Her cheeks flushed as she heard this, and after a shy, "I'll be there," she hung up.
Just as Ayanokoji began to settle back, a knock sounded at the door. Curious, he stood and opened it, finding none other than Ichinose Honami standing there, a gentle smile on her face. He stepped aside to let her in, then closed and locked the door behind her.
The moment they were alone, Honami moved close, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace. Her full, curvaceous figure pressed against him, and her soft breath tickled his neck as she whispered, "Ayanokoji-kun…why did you decide to partner with Hosen?"
Ayanokoji placed his hands on her shoulders, steadying her as he looked into her eyes. "It's not as risky as you might think," he said calmly. He paused, a faint smile ghosting over his lips. "Besides, I wanted to ask you—have you found a partner for the special exam?"
She nodded, her cheeks coloring faintly. "I did. It's a girl from Class 1-B. Her academic evaluation is quite good," she whispered, almost shyly. "And don't worry," she added, her voice softening, "I wouldn't choose a guy as my partner. I thought…maybe you'd mind."
Ayanokoji met her gaze and moved his hands to her waist, pulling her closer. "Honami," he murmured, "I wasn't worried about that at all." He tilted his head, his lips grazing her neck, planting soft kisses there before moving to her collarbone. "I know you wouldn't let anyone else get this close."
Her breathing hitched slightly as his lips brushed against her, trailing down the curve of her neck. She placed her hands on his chest, fingers resting against the steady beat of his heart as she murmured, "Ayanokoji-kun…"
As his lips continued to explore the softness of her skin, his hands drifted to her hips, pulling her close enough that there was hardly any space left between them. She leaned into him, her hands slipping around his neck as he lifted her slightly, carrying her to the edge of the bed.
As Ayanokoji carried Honami to the edge of the bed, he laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers. Her chest heaved with anticipation, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. He leaned over her, his hands tracing the curves of her body, exploring every contour with a calm, deliberate touch.
"Ayanokoji-kun," she whispered, her voice laced with desire, "you're so calm, so collected. It's like nothing can faze you."
Ayanokoji gave her a small smile, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse. "Why should I be anything else?" he replied softly, his eyes taking in the sight of her as he exposed more of her skin. "Especially when I have you right here, right now."
Honami's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, her eyes glistening with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "But...but I can't help it," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "You make me feel so...so much."
Ayanokoji leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, teasing kiss. "Then let me feel it too," he murmured, his hands sliding her skirt down, revealing her smooth, shapely legs. He trailed his fingers up her thighs, his touch light yet deliberate, drawing out a soft moan from deep within her.
Honami's back arched slightly as his hands reached the apex of her thighs, her breath hitching in her throat. "Ayanokoji-kun," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Please...please don't tease me like this."
Ayanokoji's eyes met hers, his expression unchanging as he slipped her underwear off. "I'm not teasing you, Honami," he said calmly, his fingers tracing the edges of her most intimate place. "I'm savoring you."
With that, he lowered his head, his tongue replacing his fingers, exploring her with a skill that left her gasping for breath. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her body writhing beneath his touch as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
"Ayanokoji-kun!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the room as she reached her climax, her body shuddering with the force of it. But Ayanokoji showed no mercy, his movements unyielding as he continued to pleasure her, drawing out every last wave of her orgasm.
As her breathing began to slow, Ayanokoji shifted, positioning himself between her legs. He entered her with a single, smooth thrust, his eyes never leaving hers. Honami's eyes widened, her mouth opening in a silent gasp as she felt him fill her completely.
"You're so...so big," she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper. Ayanokoji leaned down, his lips brushing against hers as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate.
"And you're so tight," he murmured, his voice steady despite the intensity of their connection. "It's like you were made for me, Honami."
Her breath hitched at his words, her body responding to his every movement. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper as he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding.
"Ayanokoji-kun!" she cried out, her voice loud and unrestrained as he drove into her, his body claiming hers with a ferocity that belied his calm demeanor. "You're...you're not holding back at all, are you?"
Ayanokoji's eyes met hers, his expression unchanging even as his body moved with a relentless rhythm. "Why should I?" he replied, his voice steady. "When I have you like this, Honami, I want all of you. And I want you to feel all of me."
Her moans filled the room, her body meeting his with every thrust, her fingers digging into his back as she clung to him. The sound of their bodies coming together echoed through the air, a symphony of their shared passion.
As they reached the peak of their pleasure, Honami's cries reached a fever pitch, her body convulsing around him as she came again, this time with him. Ayanokoji's breath hitched slightly, his body tensing as he found his release, but his eyes remained locked on hers, his expression calm and composed.
In the aftermath, they lay entwined, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Honami looked up at him, her eyes soft and her cheeks flushed.
"Ayanokoji-kun," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're amazing."
Ayanokoji looked down at her, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. "And you're incredible, Honami," he replied softly, his voice filled with a quiet intensity. "I could do this with you the entire evening."
And as the evening wore on, Ayanokoji proved true to his word, his body and mind in perfect sync as he brought Honami to new heights of pleasure, his calm demeanor never wavering, even as he showed her no mercy in their intense lovemaking.
Finally, as the first light of dusk began to fade, Ayanokoji pulled away, his eyes meeting hers with a calm intensity.
"You should take a bath," he murmured, his fingers trailing lightly over her skin.
Honami propped herself up on one elbow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "And you don't want to join me?" she asked, her voice laced with invitation.
Ayanokoji's response was swift and deliberate. He reached out, his fingers finding her erect nipples and giving them a gentle pinch. Her breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly at the unexpected touch. "If I get in that bathroom with you, Honami," he said, his voice steady and calm, "we'll be in there for several hours. I won't be able to resist taking you again...and again."
Honami let out a soft laugh, her cheeks flushing at the thought. "Well, I wouldn't want to tempt you too much," she said, her voice filled with amusement as she extracted herself from his embrace. She stood, her body still gloriously naked, and swayed her hips gently as she walked towards the bathroom.
True to her word, she emerged half an hour later, her hair damp and her skin glowing. She was dressed once more, her clothes hugging her curves in all the right places. Ayanokoji watched her from the bed, his eyes taking in every detail of her appearance. She leaned down, her lips meeting his in a long, lingering kiss before she pulled away, a soft smile on her face.
"Goodnight, Ayanokoji-kun," she whispered, her fingers trailing lightly over his cheek before she turned and left the room.