"Ring, ring, ring—"
The class bell sent students in the corridors and stairwells hurrying to their classrooms. Soon, the halls emptied. But Yoshida Kaoru and Himemiya Makoto stood at the corridor entrance, unmoving.
Still there, as if they hadn't heard the bell at all.
Himemiya Makoto wiped her mouth. A thought suddenly flashed through her mind—it was just like last time. Back when their arrangement was still active, and she'd been with Xiaoxiao in that empty classroom...
There'd been cum in her mouth then too.
Makoto's pretty face flushed slightly. She'd almost been caught by Yoshida Kaoru that time, but managed to hide it. Come to think of it, she'd also nearly been caught by Kaoru in the warehouse...
With only a door between them. Yoshida Kaoru had been right outside.
Her childhood sweetheart hadn't known then. But now, he'd finally discovered the truth. Makoto touched her still-warm, slightly swollen pink lips, feeling the memory of that fierce, lingering tongue kiss.
The girl thought silently. Her face was very calm. Her heart... was also very calm.
When Yoshida Kaoru first appeared, there had been a slight flutter in her heart. But now, her emotions were perfectly steady.
"Makoto, you and that person... you..."
Makoto's action—touching her lips—snapped Yoshida Kaoru back to reality. He looked at his childhood sweetheart touching her mouth, at her red lips that had just been kissed. Pain stabbed through his heart.
Meeting the girl's calm eyes, he felt like she was rubbing salt into his wounds. Making him suffer. "That was all a lie just now, right? You must have been forced! Otherwise, how could you..."
"Kaoru." Himemiya Makoto interrupted, staring at her childhood sweetheart with complicated eyes. Forced? There had been an element of force before. But now, she'd realized her true feelings.
"I'm terribly sorry."
Three simple words. They shattered Yoshida Kaoru's composure.
"Why are you apologizing?! Why are you with him?! I was here first! I'm your childhood sweetheart!" He clenched his fists and shouted at the top of his lungs. "We grew up together! We—"
"Don't our feelings mean anything compared to his?!"
Facing Yoshida Kaoru's质问, Himemiya Makoto sighed and shook her head.
"Who can say for sure about love? Honestly, I didn't expect it to turn out like this either..." The girl touched her belly, feeling the Incubus Pattern beneath her fingers. "But now that I've fallen, there's no going back."
"Makoto..." Yoshida Kaoru's eyes widened. Veins bulged on his forehead. He gritted his teeth. "Yesterday—our weekend date—I was so happy. I was going to confess to you. If only..."
"Kaoru. Even if you'd confessed yesterday, I would have rejected you. Let's face reality." Himemiya Makoto spoke the cruel words without hesitation. "To me, you're a good friend. A childhood sweetheart."
"I... did like you before. But as you can see—that was before." She slowly walked forward, passing her shaken childhood sweetheart. "I'm sorry. I love Mu Xiaoxiao now."
The warmth of his fingertips. The touch of his lips. The marks he'd left on her body. Sometimes harsh and excessive. Sometimes cold and distant. Sometimes gentle and tender. Without realizing it...
This was how she'd fallen.
"Makoto!!"
He turned, watching his childhood sweetheart's retreating back. She ignored his shout. Yoshida Kaoru swayed, then collapsed to the ground.
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In fact, Yoshida Kaoru wasn't the only one who'd seen Mu Xiaoxiao and Himemiya Makoto kissing in that corner. Obata Yui—the girl who'd been walking with Mu Xiaoxiao earlier—had seen it too.
And... a delinquent-looking guy.
'Is that girl Mu-kun's lover?'
Neither Mrs. Natsumi nor Obata Yui had asked about Mu Xiaoxiao's home life. They didn't know his situation. They only knew that the young man their mother and daughter served in bed at night was a first-year junior at the same school.
Sister Yui's expression was strange. A little jealous. A little conflicted. 'What is my relationship with Mu-kun? Not lovers. No official relationship. Just a purely physical arrangement?'
After all, she technically still had a boyfriend.
Thinking about serving Mu-kun under her mother's guidance, giving everything to Mu Xiaoxiao, the silver marks on her body—Obata Yui shook her head firmly.
'No... I'm more like his maid or something. But there's definitely a connection.'
'Mu-kun said my body belongs to him.'
Hearing the bell, Obata Yui turned to leave. But a man blocked her on the stairs. Looking at the tall, muscular boy before her, she froze.
'Himemiya...?'
Himemiya's older brother—a classmate. But they never interacted. What did he want stopping her like this?
"Obata Yui. You seem to know that guy from before." Brother Himemiya's face was cold. His displeasure was obvious. "Can you tell me about him?"
"You mean Mu-kun? Why do you want to know?" Obata Yui felt something was off.
The classmate before her had ill intentions.
"Mu-kun?" Brother Himemiya's squinted eyes opened slightly. He keenly noticed the affection in this girl's voice when she said that name. His expression grew even darker. "Impressive. This guy who came out of nowhere—not only is he connected to you, Obata Yui, but he's also stolen my dear sister."
Remembering last night's failed attempt, Brother Himemiya felt a surge of frustration.
Last night's failure had left him unhappy. But this morning, he'd seen his sister pressed against a wall, being forcibly kissed by that guy... 'Ridiculous! I should be the one doing that!'
'My prey—my own sister—snatched away by some random guy? How can I accept this?!'
Even worse—not just her body, but Makoto's heart too. As her brother, he knew Makoto liked her childhood sweetheart Kaoru. But what had he just witnessed?
His sister could actually fall in love with someone else?
Who was this student called Mu-kun?!
Displeased. Angry. Brother Himemiya wanted to drag him out and beat him senseless. Then demand to know what he'd done to Makoto—what his relationship was with his sister.
He glanced at the girl before him. Obata Yui was one of the most famous beauties in class. Her looks were no worse than Makoto's. Her breasts were a bit smaller, but only compared to Makoto.
Overall, she ranked highly.
She was a pretty woman...
"What—what are you going to do?!" Noticing his gaze, Obata Yui stepped back, clutching her uniform, looking panicked. Only now did she realize—after the bell, the stairs were completely empty.
"What are you afraid of? Just having a chat with a classmate."
"Don't come near me! Who's chatting with you?! I—I belong to Mu-kun. If you dare do anything—"
"Hmph. You're his woman? Can't you see that guy's popular? Perfect timing. He stole my sister. Isn't it fair for me to take his woman? I hope he suffers."
"Oh?"
Just as Obata Yui pressed against the wall, nervous and scared, this sudden voice made her look up in surprise.
"Mu-kun!"
Mu Xiaoxiao walked over leisurely and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. He looked up at Brother Himemiya with a smile.
"You seem pretty confident in yourself, Himemiya Tsuyoshi?"