At the prestigious Ousei Academy, a full-time private high school in the country, the newly appointed principal, Naoko Daimon, places a high value on academic performance and has implemented a bonus system since her arrival.
Though Ito Yoshito has a preference for resolving conflicts through strength.
He was consistently among the top students in middle school.
Currently, he studies at Ousei Academy with a remarkable second-place ranking.
Therefore, Principal Daimon takes his absence over the past month very seriously.
Upon learning about Yoshito's family circumstances, she exempted him from two-thirds of his tuition fees.
When she heard he was hospitalized, she sent his homeroom teacher, Kyouko Tsukishima, to visit him in the hospital.
Walking up a slope covered with a pink carpet of cherry blossoms, the school gate came into view.
Ito Yoshito is in the same class as Natsuha Shinomiya, who brought him to Class 1-A and then to the staff room where Kyouko Tsukishima was.
"See you later, Ito-kun," Natsuha waved to Yoshito and walked towards the classroom.
After bidding Natsuha farewell, Yoshito knocked on the door and, hearing a reply of "Please enter," he opened the door and stepped into the staff room.
His eyes fell on a row of neatly arranged desks, each piled high with documents.
At that moment, the staff room was occupied only by Kyouko Tsukishima and Miwa Shirakawa, who were chatting.
Upon noticing Yoshito's arrival, they paused their conversation and turned to him.
"Good afternoon, Tsukishima-sensei, Shirakawa-sensei," Yoshito greeted them and approached their desk, waiting patiently as he secretly admired the two striking women before him.
Kyouko Tsukishima wore a blue office lady uniform, though it seemed a bit ill-fitting.
Two large, pristine white curves nearly burst through the buttons of her uniform, creating a deep V-neckline, with the white inner lining peeking over the edges of the blue outfit.
As she crossed her arms, the ample whiteness shimmered in the sunlight, appearing like writhing milky jelly.
However, that exposed, smooth skin was merely the tip of the iceberg concealed beneath her uniform.
Her voluptuous legs, clad in shiny black stockings, resembled two sharp instruments emerging from an abyss, exuding a dark, alluring fragrance that promised to trample the very essence of life.
Miwa Shirakawa also boasted a figure that rivaled Kyouko's.
The white shirt of her uniform was tied with a graceful bow at her chest, and the fabric dipped dramatically between her curves, accentuating an alluring silhouette.
A fitted, blue mini skirt clung to her long legs, highlighted by translucent black stockings.
Her golden hair was styled into a hurried updo that exuded a hint of sophistication.
Her eyebrows and gentle eyes radiated warmth and sincerity as she smiled at Yoshito, the sunlight casting a golden veil around her, imbuing her with a sacred aura.
"Yoshito-kun, since you've missed classes this past month, Miwa and I have decided to take turns helping you catch up. Also, if you encounter any difficulties with your studies or daily life, please don't hesitate to come to us."
Kyouko's cool voice conveyed genuine concern for her student. She held high standards for academics and was strict with class management, not wanting Yoshito, who had always excelled, to fall behind.
"I understand, Tsukishima-sensei," Yoshito nodded, then added, "However, you know my situation... I doubt I'll have time for club activities as I need to work!"
"Oh, I see... Are you free on Sunday afternoons?"
"Would it be possible to move that to the evenings?"
Kyouko hesitated slightly, pondering for a moment before raising her head. "I don't have a problem with that, but what about Miwa-sensei...?"
"I'm okay with that," Miwa chimed in.
"Great, then it's settled! Yoshito-kun, let's add each other on Line, and I'll notify you of the exact schedule later. If you don't have any questions, you can head to the library to get some books for class; the library is located..."
"Hey, I can show Yoshito-kun the way!" Miwa playfully interrupted Kyouko, smiling as she walked toward Yoshito.
"Thank you, Shirakawa-sensei," Yoshito replied with a slight bow to Miwa.
"Not at all! Let's go, Ito-kun." Her gentle voice encouraged him to follow.
They arrived at a secluded floor, where Miwa pushed the door open to the library. A gust of fresh air swept in, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Cough, cough... I didn't expect it to be so dusty in here. We should get someone to clean it!"
Miwa lightly covered her delicate nose with her hand, waving as if to create a breeze.
The soft sunlight casting through the dusty air made it sparkle, and Miwa seemed like an elegant fairy dancing on a sacred stage.
"Here, Yoshito-kun, these are your books; make sure to take care of them," Miwa said as she rummaged through the shelves and handed him a few books.
"Got it."
"Mm-hmm." Miwa nodded in satisfaction and turned back to search for more books.
Just as Yoshito was distracted by the sight of her curvy figure bending slightly, she suddenly sprang up, stretching up on her toes to reach a higher shelf.
"Heave-ho, heave-ho, phew—so close!"
Miwa crouched a little to gather her strength.
"Shirakawa-sensei, that's dangerous. Let me help," Yoshito said, concerned about her recklessness, and tensed his muscles, ready to assist.
"Don't worry, I can reach it!" The typically gentle Miwa displayed unexpected stubbornness regarding certain matters!
With a leap, Miwa's impressive figure caused quite a stir, her form causing Yoshito's heart to race.
"I got it! Hehe," she exclaimed, a wide smile on her face as she landed lightly.
However, accidents often happen unexpectedly, and the overly dramatic situation turned precarious as her movement bumped into the nearby shelf.
Just as Yoshito feared, the shelf tilted toward Miwa.
Prepared for this, Yoshito quickly moved beside her, wrapping his arm around her soft waist and pulling her close, rolling away to safety.
"Boom!"
A cloud of dust erupted, confirming the principle that where there's smoke, there's no harm.
Miwa found herself beneath Yoshito, her arms tightly around his sturdy waist as she squeezed her eyes shut, clearly frightened.
"Are you okay, Shirakawa-sensei?" Yoshito gently patted her back, asking in concern.
Hearing his worried voice, Miwa slowly opened her eyes.
She was met with the sight of Yoshito's delicate collarbone and smooth neck, exposed by his disheveled shirt.
However, in that moment, she had no capacity to admire, instinctively burying her face in his chest, overwhelmed with guilt.
"I'm so sorry, Yoshito-kun! It's all my fault," she said in a voice tinged with sobs. Yoshito sighed and spoke again.
"Shirakawa-sensei, can you check if you're hurt anywhere?"
Distracted and disoriented, Miwa followed his instructions, trying to get a sense of her own condition.
Huh?
She felt something hard pressing against her thigh, which made her uncomfortable.
When she reached to grab it, the first sensation was that of fabric, quickly replaced by an increasing warmth.
Catching her off guard, Miwa pushed it away from her thigh. "Yoshito-kun, something's poking me..."
'Wait? '
'Wait!'
Her pale face instantly flushed red, and her eyes darted around nervously.
"Is this... that?!"
"Uh-huh..."
The shame washed over her like a sudden wave of heat, overwhelming her senses and leaving her mind blank, while her delicate hands instinctively clutched at the source of Yoshito's essence, forgetting to let go.
Yoshito remained silent, quietly enjoying the moment...
This was a fitting punishment for Miwa!
"Um... can I get up now?" Miwa finally regained her composure, discreetly loosening her grip and saying softly.
"Of course..."
Yoshito maintained a composed demeanor, as though what had happened was not of his doing.
With a firm push, his tall frame righted itself from the previous crouched position.
"Thud, thud."
Several books fell from Yoshito's broad back to the floor.
Noticing the sound, Miwa hurriedly scrambled up and moved to Yoshito's back, her soft hands anxiously touching around.
"Are you hurt anywhere, Yoshito-kun? Let's go to the infirmary."
"I'm fine, really. It's nothing serious," Yoshito said, brushing off the dust from his clothes nonchalantly.
With his current physical fitness level, even a rock falling on him shouldn't leave a mark... probably.
"No way! You have to listen to your teacher; let's go to the infirmary," Miwa insisted, displaying unexpected tenacity.
Unable to resist Miwa's pitiful demeanor, Yoshito reluctantly carried the books she handed to him as she pulled him toward the infirmary.
...
"Mizuki-sensei, this student got hurt on his back because of me; please take a look at him," Miwa slightly bowed, requesting help from Mizuki-sensei.
Putting down her work, Mizuki turned her attention from the computer to them. "Then, Yoshito-kun, please take off your shirt and turn around for me to check."
Yoshito felt no shyness about stripping; after all, he'd trained hard for this!
Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he pulled it up, slowly revealing his defined abs and chest to their gaze.
His masculine physique captivated Miwa and Mizuki's attention.
"Wow, you're surprisingly strong! Isn't that right, Shirakawa-sensei?"
Mizuki inquired with a teasing smile gracing her lips, her eyes shimmering with intrigue.
"Ah, y-yes!... Very strong indeed, Yoshito-kun," Miwa stammered, standing transfixed while her thoughts wandered, her cheeks flushed and legs nervously rubbing together.
'Yoshito-kun looks so manly; he was so cool just now…'
Until Mizuki's question jolted her back to reality, making her panic slightly, "Ah! Shirakawa Miwa, you're a teacher; how can you think like this..."
"Yoshito-kun..." Mizuki raised an eyebrow.
"Alright, come sit here," Mizuki patted the bed beside her.
Once Yoshito was seated properly, Mizuki stood, removing her high heels.
Her lovely feet, clad in white stockings, were now exposed before Yoshito, as she climbed onto the bed and knelt behind him.
Mizuki carefully examined Yoshito's back, noting the absence of bruises or wounds.
A seductive smile crept across her face.
Hidden behind Yoshito's broad back, her soft hands gently caressed his developed muscles as she leaned in and whispered into his ear.
"Hey—Yoshito-kun~ could you help your teacher with something?"
Her languid and sultry voice wrapped around his senses, teasing and entangling them.
"What do you need help with? Though I am a bit busy lately…"
Yoshito maintained a stoic face, resolute in his composure.
'Did she think a simple request would sway him? '
"Hehe," the melodic sound filled the air.
Then came the sensation of soft warmth as Mizuki playfully leaned against him, sending electric shivers through his body.
"Me, Ito Yoshito, am ever willing to help! Just let me know what your needs are, as it's my duty."
"Then thank you, Yoshito-kun."
Her sultry voice hinted at a disdain that gave Yoshito the urge to play along.
"Um... Mizuki-sensei, is Yoshito-kun okay?"
Miwa's concerned voice broke the spell between the two.
Mizuki casually rolled off the bed, slipping her delicate feet back into her high heels.
"He's fine, but let's exchange contacts. If he feels unwell, he can reach out to me."
"That's a relief," Miwa sighed, her chest rising and falling with relief.
"Let's not disturb you any further, Mizuki-sensei. Yoshito-kun, let's return to class."
Miwa led the way out of the infirmary.
"Goodbye, Mizuki-sensei," Yoshito waved as they left, noticing her silently holding up her phone, mouth moving slightly as if to say, "Remember to keep in touch!"
...
Miwa led Yoshito back to class, where the bell had already rung, and upon reaching the door, they heard a commotion inside.
"Tsushima-san, please be quiet and wait for Shirakawa-sensei to start the lesson."
"Why should I listen to you? Typical of an honor student—always a nuisance."
"I'm just reminding Tsushima-san according to school rules; please keep quiet."
"Ah, you little—!"