Just as he had thought, Kamuro wasn't entirely sober.
Seeing him finally show a flustered expression only made her more excited.
So, the girl unbuttoned her jacket, then the bow at her chest.
With her movements, it was clear how tightly her shirt clung to her increasingly mature curves, accentuating her soft, full features for the first time.
As she undid the second button, Kaoru grabbed her wrist, trying to stop her.
"Stop messing around. Why are you taking off your own clothes?"
The two of them were in the game center.
Though there were no surveillance cameras, Kamuro's actions were too conspicuous, and Kaoru felt nothing but a splitting headache.
"Hey, didn't you promise to follow my orders?" Kamuro took his restraint as resistance. "Someone like you deserves this—put on women's clothing immediately and run ten laps outside!"
As she spoke, she kept struggling against Kaoru's hold.
"The shop staff will see!"
Kaoru desperately controlled the girl's hands. "You're the one embarrassing yourself right now. Who would strip their own clothes to give someone women's wear?"
Kamuro seemed to take it in.
Her eyes scanned the surroundings, falling into hesitation and contemplation.
"Finally coming to your senses?" Kaoru breathed a sigh of relief.
He should have stopped her from drinking earlier.
"Hmm, making you obediently comply clearly won't work."
Kamuro nodded. "So, I'll satisfy you a little!"
Suddenly, she grabbed Kaoru's hand and, without another word, forcibly dragged him straight toward the restroom—specifically, the women's restroom.
It was Kaoru's first time in a women's restroom. He was promptly pressed onto a toilet seat by Kamuro as the stall door slowly closed.
Thus, in an isolated space where all surveillance was disabled, the girl stared wordlessly at Kaoru.
The heavy silence made him wonder if she was about to vomit.
"Hic~"
Kamuro covered her mouth with one hand, turning her delicate face slightly away.
The flushed tips of her ears came into Kaoru's view.
"Going to throw up?"
Kaoru prepared to give her space, recalling that milk and honey could sober someone up.
"Who's throwing up? It's your fault for feeding me something weird earlier."
Kamuro's nose twitched.
She seemed to catch a strange scent—was that alcohol on her breath?
"So, what's the situation now?"
Kaoru found it hard to look away from her chest.
The collar button was undone, revealing a glimpse of pale, delicate skin and subtly indented collarbones.
The white shirt clung tightly to the girl's fullness, plump and hinting at indecency.
Kamuro tapped her forehead, feeling somewhat dizzy.
Yet her whole body burned with heat, the heightened emotions keeping her from drowsiness.
"You said you'd make me happy, right?"
"Do I really have to cross-dress?"
"Seeing that expression on your face means I'm doing it right. Finally got a handle on you."
"This isn't really a 'handle,' and are you malfunctioning right now?"
"Sorry, but I'm just that kind of bad girl—I can watch you ruin your life without batting an eye."
"..."
Kamuro felt deeply satisfied.
The long-suppressed resentment finally had an outlet, and with alcohol lowering her inhibitions, she couldn't be bothered to overthink.
"Well? Will you do it?"
Kamuro pressed his shoulders, already visualizing him in women's clothing, dashing across campus under everyone's stares.
"No."
Kaoru shattered her fantasy. "You're drunk. Why would I agree?"
Kamuro's face flushed crimson.
She wasn't drunk at all—just a few sips of beer.
Who gets drunk from that?
"Damn it, so you just want to satisfy your perverted desires. What a disgusting guy!"
"No... I didn't say anything, did I?"
"Though it's frustrating, as a trade... I could satisfy you, you foot-fetishist pervert." Before Kaoru could voice his confusion, Kamuro supported him while leaning slightly closer.
The delicate fragrance unique to girls wafted into his nostrils, and her slightly prominent chest came into close view.
The next moment, the girl lifted her right leg, hooked off her shoe with her fingers, and—right before Kaoru—placed her slender foot, clad in black calf socks, squarely on the toilet seat between his thighs.
Kaoru glanced at the calf before him, then raised his gaze to see the girl's skirt barely covering her plump, pale thighs, exposing a small portion of the curve of her pert, rounded buttocks.
He didn't see the true color, as she was wearing safety shorts.
"W-what's so strange about safety shorts? It's not like I show you what's underneath every day."
Kamuro blushed but stubbornly glared at Kaoru. "That time was an exception. I'm not like them, so you'd better give up on that idea."
In truth, she had assumed Kaoru would force her to show him what was underneath, so she had been wearing safety shorts all along, intending to cruelly toy with his expectations and crush his spirits as a way to vent her frustration.
Yet, Kaoru had always behaved properly.
"I'm a bit confused. Is Masumi trying to show me her safety shorts now?"
Drunk people often have bizarre thought processes, so it was natural for Kaoru to struggle to follow her logic.
"No, I'm indulging your foot fetish."
Kamuro said, puzzled, "Aren't you excited?"
Kaoru fell silent for a moment. "You're not expecting me to lick your feet here, are you?"
Though the girl's delicate feet looked enticing—wrapped in slightly thick black stockings like filled chocolates, with pink toes tinged a wine-red hue, and smooth, rounded heels free of wrinkles or calluses, making them utterly appealing.
Moreover, just above were her thighs, with skin as pale and tender as milk, possessing a jelly-like elasticity.
Combined with the allure of her skirt and uniform, there was a sense of forbidden temptation.
Seeing her slightly flushed, charming face, it would be understandable if one couldn't resist making a move.
"F-fine, if you don't want to, then forget it. It's not like I'm eager to let you do it anyway."
Kamuro seemed stung by something. "They'll all satisfy you anyway. I'm not as pretty as them, and my figure isn't good…"
Kaoru gently grasped her ankle.
The warm, smooth texture was incredibly silky, and with just a few light strokes, her voice abruptly cut off.
"I don't have a foot fetish. It's just that I happen to like you, so I'm greedy and don't want to miss any part of you. It has nothing to do with whether your figure is good or not."
As the man's hand began to wander, Kamuro's face flushed crimson.
Her previously muddled mind suddenly cleared, the alcohol evaporating alongside her innate sense of shame.
Stuttering, she looked down at Kaoru.
"But Masumi's figure is already very good. I like it so much that I can't help but get handsy."
Kaoru whispered, "So, don't say things like that. Don't tempt me like this, or I might lose control."
With those words, he kissed the girl's calf.
Kamuro shuddered instantly, goosebumps rising all over.
She instinctively stepped back but found herself pressed against the door, with no escape.