Hi.
We have the continuation of last chapter.
Let's see how things progress from here lads!
Start:
The boys lined up for the next heat, anticipation humming thickly through the air. Ike, Yamauchi, Ijuin, Sotomura—also known as "the Professor"—and Kiyotaka stood poised, waiting calmly for the starting signal. As Kiyotaka stepped onto the block, his unnoticed presence suddenly became glaringly apparent.
For the first time, the girl's idle chatter faded into stunned silence, replaced swiftly by astonished squeals and barely suppressed whispers.
Eyes widened as their gazes locked onto Kiyotaka's physique, now starkly highlighted by the unforgiving fluorescent lighting of the indoor pool. Every defined muscle and sharp line of his compact yet impressively lean frame seemed to gleam enticingly, drawing blushes and dreamy sighs from several of the girls.
"Oh… wow," Maya Sato murmured breathlessly to her friends, her voice soft and dreamily captivated. "Did anyone else notice Ayanokouji-kun looking this good before? He's seriously…hot."
Chiaki Matsushita's normally composed face flushed bright pink, her gaze glued discreetly yet unmistakably on Kiyotaka's form. She shifted nervously, biting her lower lip as she traced his impressively sculpted torso, lingering on his defined abs and subtly powerful chest.
Her heartbeat quickened embarrassingly, her fingers twitching nervously at her sides as she found herself completely unable to look away. "He…he really looks incredible," she murmured softly to herself, almost shocked at her own uncharacteristic thoughts. "How did I never notice…?"
Even Mori, who typically maintained an elegant aloofness, found herself stealing repeated appreciative glances, cheeks faintly colored. "Well," she whispered quietly to Wang beside her, "he certainly is hot."
Yet amid the sea of flustered reactions, Kushida Kikyou's reaction stood uniquely apart. Her sweet, innocent facade remained unbroken, but internally, her mind erupted into chaotic turmoil.
'I can't believe this disgusting pervert actually has the nerve to look…to look attractive!' Kushida's internal voice shrieked hysterically, her thoughts flaring wildly between furious rage and unexpected arousal. 'No! No, no, no! This is the absolute worst! How dare he possess such a disgustingly perfect body! Just who gave this worthless, expressionless creep permission to have muscles like those!? Ugh, just looking at him makes me sick! And yet—'
A deeper flush of anger and humiliation surged through her as she grudgingly acknowledged the rising heat in her chest and lower regions.
'No, Kushida, stop it! He's a horrible, awful, shameless monster! A filthy, vile creature who humiliated you! Remember that! But…oh god, why does he look so good?! No, disgusting! Absolutely disgusting! I HATE him so much!'
Her fists clenched subtly at her sides, teeth grinding imperceptibly as her eyes shot daggers into Kiyotaka's perfectly calm face. Her internal voice spiraled into comedic despair. 'I'll never forgive him! I hope he drowns—I hope he gets a cramp and sinks right to the bottom! Yes, drown you beautiful freak! No…stop saying beautiful! Damn it, why am I like this?!'
Yamauchi, meanwhile, glared bitterly at Kiyotaka, his mood darkening even further as he noticed the reaction among the girls. "Of course," he grumbled under his breath, jealousy dripping from his voice. "Another secret pretty-boy. Just what we needed. First Hirata, now Ayanokouji? Is this school purposely torturing me?"
Ike grumbled his agreement, eyes narrowed in irritation. "This has gotta be some kinda betrayal, right? He's practically stealing all the attention! Traitor!"
The instructor's whistle cut sharply through the murmurs, bringing everyone's attention sharply back to the upcoming race. "Ready, set—go!"
Instantly, the boys plunged into the water. Ike and Yamauchi surged forward desperately, determined to prove themselves, while Sotomura swam methodically but slowly, clearly outmatched. Ijuin put up a respectable effort, but all eyes quickly locked onto Kiyotaka, whose speed was utterly breathtaking.
His body sliced through the water with astonishing ease, each stroke smooth, powerful, and precise. Within moments, it became abundantly clear that he wasn't merely winning—he was demolishing all expectations. Gasps echoed around the pool, transforming swiftly into awestruck silence as everyone realized the impossible.
"Holy…is he actually faster than Kouenji?!" someone shouted in disbelief.
"What the hell!?" Ike gasped between strokes, staring incredulously as Kiyotaka rapidly left everyone else far behind.
The entire pool area erupted into shocked cheers and stunned exclamations, disbelief written plainly across every face. Even Kouenji, watching intently from the sidelines, raised his eyebrows in amused surprise, a knowing gleam in his eyes.
Kiyotaka touched the wall effortlessly, emerging smoothly from the water, entirely composed despite his explosive performance. The instructor, eyes wide in disbelief, stammered out the recorded time, voice trembling with amazement.
"Nineteen point forty-eight seconds! That's…that's faster than the Olympic world record!"
Absolute silence hung heavily over the pool, everyone too unfathomably shocked to respond as they processed what happened before their eyes.
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The silence was then broken as everyone around erupted into deafening cheers, claps, and shouts of incredulous excitement.
"Ayanokouji! What the hell was that? Are you even human?" Yamauchi shouted, completely dumbfounded as he climbed out of the pool, panting heavily and staring open-mouthed at the calm figure beside him. "You can't just casually break a freaking world record like it's nothing!"
To say he was jealous was putting it lightly.
Jealous and utterly bitter as he glared angrily at the back of the man he deemed as his biggest enemy in school, perhaps even more than Hirata.
Ike, dragging himself from the water, stared blankly, completely flabbergasted. His previous bravado had vanished entirely, replaced with pure awe. "Ayanokouji, you monster! You're making the rest of us look pathetic!"
Sotomura adjusted his glasses, visibly shaken by the revelation. "Incredible… Just how many talents have you been concealing?"
Suddenly it all began to make sense to the professor.
Ayanokouji-Dono was sitting in the protagonist's seat, so of course he'd be so powerful.
Even Kouenji, lounging elegantly by the poolside, burst into genuine laughter, his eyes glittering with amused respect. "Bravo, Ayanokouji-kun! I must admit, even I didn't anticipate such an astounding display. Truly remarkable! You've piqued my interest!"
Kiyotaka merely offered a slight, indifferent shrug, his typically neutral expression barely shifting as the cheers continued unabated. Yet, beneath his calm facade, a single thought lingered quietly.
"Maybe that was a bit excessive…"
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As the excitement from the races slowly simmered down, the pool area gradually settled into a more relaxed atmosphere.
Students dispersed into small groups, leisurely chatting and enjoying the coolness of the water. The earlier competitive energy had faded, replaced now by the gentle hum of quiet conversations and occasional laughter echoing softly around the expansive indoor pool.
Seated together at the pool's edge, Chiaki Matsushita and Maya Sato exchanged quiet, anxious glances, their expressions mirroring each other's growing concern. Kei Karuizawa's continued absence was becoming increasingly noticeable, casting a subtle shadow over their otherwise pleasant afternoon.
"She's been in there way too long," Chiaki murmured softly, her brows knit together with worry. Her fingers tapped anxiously against her knee. "You think she's okay? It's not like Kei to just disappear without a word."
Maya nodded slowly, chewing lightly on her lower lip, equally troubled. "I don't know, Chiaki. She seemed really upset earlier, and she hasn't come out at all since we arrived. Maybe something happened? Should we go check on her?"
While some might have been surprised at how the three were already on first name basis, but due to a certain event a few days ago, the three had bonded greatly and became great friends even though it had only been a week since they first met and became friends in the first place..
Was it too forward and soon?
Perhaps, but neither Kei or Maya minded due to their gyaru like mindset, while Chiaki found it shamefully exciting, and truthfully did not mind despite her background.
Chiaki's eyes flickered towards the locker room entrance, hesitating briefly before deciding. "Yeah, we should. I don't feel right just leaving her alone like this. She could be really upset or something."
They shared a quick, determined nod, swiftly standing up and carefully navigating around other students lounging comfortably near the pool. The pair made their way quietly toward the locker room, their steps purposeful and hurried as they sought out their missing friend.
Meanwhile, at the opposite end of the pool, Kiyotaka leaned against the tiled wall, quietly observing the relaxed interactions among his classmates. His solitude didn't last long, however, as Onodera quickly approached, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement and admiration. Alongside her was the swimming instructor, equally enthusiastic as they reached Kiyotaka's side.
"Ayanokouji-kun!" Onodera greeted him energetically, her voice filled with genuine excitement. "That race was incredible! I had no idea you were hiding such amazing talent. We absolutely need you on the swim team!"
The teacher beside her nodded vigorously, his expression animated with eagerness. "She's right, Ayanokouji. Your performance was beyond impressive—frankly, it was beyond extraordinary. If you joined the swim club, you could lead us to compete seriously at a national level. You have the potential to achieve great things."
Just the idea of Ayanokouji joining the swimming club had the teacher stoked, with someone who beat the world record on their side, victory on the national level was absolutely guaranteed!
Kiyotaka listened calmly, maintaining his usual neutral expression as he considered their enthusiastic words. He inclined his head slightly, responding politely but with careful reserve. "Thank you, but I'm not sure about joining just yet. It's something I need to think about more carefully."
Onodera's bright smile faltered slightly, a hint of disappointment flashing briefly across her features, quickly replaced with understanding. "Of course, that's completely fair. It's a big decision. Just… please consider it carefully, okay? We'd really love to have you on the team."
The instructor offered a supportive nod, his tone warmly encouraging. "Absolutely. Take your time to decide, Ayanokouji-Kun. Just know you're always welcome. If you have any questions or want to talk more about the club, don't hesitate to ask."
Kiyotaka acknowledged their encouragement with a calm, appreciative nod. "I'll definitely give it serious consideration. I promise to let you know my decision soon."
Satisfied with his response, Onodera brightened visibly again, offering him a cheerful smile. "Great! We'll be eagerly waiting. Remember, the competition is still a few months away, so there's plenty of time."
"Exactly," the teacher agreed immediately, his enthusiasm unwavering. "There's no rush. But remember, we'll always have a spot open for you. Even if you don't decide right away, feel free to come to our practices anytime."
Kiyotaka offered them a polite nod, genuinely appreciative of their consideration. "Thanks, I'll definitely keep that in mind. You'll have my decision within a couple of weeks, I just want to see how school life is like first before making any big decisions."
"Take your time, we'll wait" Onodera beamed happily, clearly optimistic about the prospect.
As Onodera and the teacher moved away, still chatting animatedly about the possibilities, Kiyotaka sat still for around five minutes before he rose from the pool's edge, deciding he needed a moment away from the ongoing attention that annoyingly persisted.
He casually draped a towel around his shoulders, quietly making his way to the bathroom for a quick break
His footsteps echoed lightly on the tiles, his mind now drifting over the unexpected events of the day. Kiyotaka couldn't help but feel mildly conflicted about joining the swim club. He enjoyed the solitude and simplicity of staying under the radar, but the genuine warmth and excitement from Onodera and the teacher made it difficult to dismiss their offer outright
Quite frankly, Kiyotaka doubted he could stay under the radar now that he beat the Olympic world record.
And honestly…joining the swimming club didn't sound bad. He enjoyed himself in this class.
It definitely warranted some thinking, whether to join or not join.
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The corridor leading toward the bathroom was empty.
Kiyotaka walked leisurely, relieved to finally leave the bustling pool behind and regain some much-needed peace. His thoughts drifted idly, unaware of the approaching footsteps and quiet chatter echoing faintly from the girls' locker room.
Though he was a bit of a distance away so it was expected.
Kei, Chiaki, and Maya emerged slowly into the hallway, absorbed in quiet conversation. Kei, still visibly shy after the earlier anxiety attack she had, smiled softly at her two friends, clearly grateful for their comforting presence.
"I'm really sorry for worrying you guys so much," Kei said quietly, her voice warm with sincerity.
Chiaki squeezed Kei's shoulder affectionately. "Just don't keep things bottled up, alright? We're always here for you."
"Yeah," Maya agreed gently, her expression softly reassuring. "We won't let you go through stuff alone."
Kei smiled gratefully, and not a moment later, the three engaged in idle conversation.
Distracted by their conversation, none of them noticed Kiyotaka approaching quietly from the opposite direction. Chiaki suddenly felt her foot slip on a slick patch, her eyes widening sharply. She reached out instinctively, grasping desperately at Maya to steady herself. But Maya, startled, stumbled forward heavily into Kei, setting off an unstoppable chain reaction.
Kiyotaka barely had time to register the sudden movement before all three girls crashed into him, toppling the group into a tangled heap of confusion and embarrassment. The impact knocked the breath from him as he found himself lying flat on the cold floor, his mind momentarily stunned.
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Sighing, Kiyotaka resigned himself to what he knew was going to be trouble as he opened his eyes.
…
Yup, he was right.
Trouble.
The reason became clear to any passing student, which fortunately there wasn't.
Kei landed softly atop Kiyotaka, her curvy figure sprawled comfortably over his firm chest while her legs rested on the side, their upper bodies pressed tightly together.
For a fleeting moment, she was dazed, faintly savoring the warm, gentle sensation brushing tenderly against her lips. It was unexpectedly pleasant, comforting even, and without thinking, she allowed herself to sink deeper into that unfamiliar warmth.
Then clarity hit Kei like a thunderbolt—her eyes snapped open, shock instantly flooding through her as she met Kiyotaka's calm yet startled gaze mere centimeters from her own.
Her cheeks erupted in a fierce blush, crimson spreading rapidly over her usually confident gyaru face as she realized where her lips were placed against. her first kiss was unintentionally stolen by the boy beneath her!
Kei's heart thundered frantically, panic and embarrassment warring with the intoxicating softness of his lips. She desperately tried to lift herself away, but something firm and heavy pressed insistently on the back of her head, locking her into the gentle kiss.
She attempted to shift sideways, only to be met by plush warmth—two impossibly soft, pale meaty thighs framing her flushed face, trapping her completely. Her eyes widened further, embarrassment mounting as she remained helplessly stuck in this endlessly deepening kiss, the sweet, unintentional intimacy causing a shameful heat to bloom within her.
To any outside observer who was looking at their face, Kei and Kiyotaka were in quite a passionate lip-lock exchange. And unfortunately or fortunately for Kei, she was stuck for the foreseeable future.
On a bright note, she wasn't the only one in a… unique position.
Chiaki Matsushita's situation was equally mortifying.
Her breath caught sharply, body freezing as embarrassment rapidly mingled with forbidden arousal. Her plush, thick thighs were trapped helplessly—one beneath Kiyotaka's lower back, the other wedged tightly between Kei's slender back and Maya's smooth stomach.
Worst of all, She had landed right on top of Kiyotaka's outstretched hand, her fat shapely ass sitting on his palm, and she became acutely aware of how he was gripping the doughy cheek of her thicc rump,
Any attempts to shift and get out only caused Kiyotaka's hand to tense and grip her fat butt even tighter, and Chiaki shuddered involuntarily, biting her lip to suppress the soft gasp that threatened to escape. Shameful excitement coursed uncontrollably through her body
But just as it did, Panic bloomed suddenly as she imagined the horror if anyone else walked into the corridor and witnessed this intensely intimate scenario.
She looked around.
And her mouth parted in a shocked, o-shape as she looked at Maya, unable to believe what she was seeing.
Forget the fact that she, Chiaki Matsushita was sitting on Ayanokouji-Kun's hand and couldn't move away due to her legs being trapped, or that Kei was in a literal lip lock with Ayanokouji-Kun and couldn't get out due to Maya's lower half pushing her down. Neither of their situations was anywhere near as scandalous as what Maya was going through.
Maya's predicament was undoubtedly the most scandalous of all.
She had ended up in an unmistakably erotic position—a humiliating 69—her face pressed squarely into Kiyotaka's groin while her wide, supple hips sprawled directly atop Kei's head and upper back. Her thick, soft thighs framed Kei's flushed face perfectly, unintentionally forcing the helpless girl even deeper into the lingering kiss.
At first, Maya lay dazed, entirely empty-headed from the disorienting fall. Slowly, her blank eyes flickered open, registering nothing but confusion at first. But clarity returned sharply when she realized precisely what was filling her vision mere centimeters away.
"Oh…my god…" Maya murmured weakly, frozen in shock as she helplessly watched Kiyotaka Junior steadily rise before her eyes, growing impossibly prominent within the thin fabric of his swimsuit. Her eyes widened dramatically, the image reflected vividly in her pupils, completely overtaking her mind and reducing her to stunned silence.
Maya's face burned a vivid scarlet, her mind utterly blank as she stared at the towering evidence of Kiyotaka's arousal, mere centimeters from her stunned, bewildered face.
She could barely process the shameful intimacy she was currently experiencing, yet even as her thoughts spiraled chaotically, Maya still remained there, hypnotized and very much affected.
Finally regaining enough composure, Chiaki forced her voice out, though it trembled with embarrassment. "M-Maya! Get up slowly… please!"
Maya snapped fully awake at Chiaki's panicked voice, quickly realizing the severity of their predicament. "R-right!" she squeaked nervously, face burning scarlet as she awkwardly lifted herself away from Kiyotaka's bulging crotch, carefully untangling her legs and hips from around Kei's head.
As Maya lifted herself off, Kei felt the pressure on the back of her head ease slightly, allowing her to finally break the passionate, unintended kiss. She jerked back instantly, her face blazing a bright red as she gasped loudly for breath, her slender fingers pressed shyly against her swollen lips.
"W-what the hell was that?!" Kei stammered in shock, struggling to regain her usual bravado but failing spectacularly due to her overwhelming embarrassment. Her eyes darted nervously to Kiyotaka, embarrassment doubling as their eyes met.
Taking the chance, she got up and back pedalled, instantly easing the weight that was on Chiaki's trapped limp, the one leg that had been beneath Kiyotaka's lower back and was put through the weight of three people on top.
Raising his hips so that she could remove her trapped leg from beneath his back, Chiaki took the chance immediately
Chiaki, now freed, quickly got off of Kiyotaka's hand, cheeks burning fiercely as she stood up with Kiyotaka finally doing the same, her eyes shyly averted as his gaze landed on hers. She avoided looking at Kiyotaka directly, far too embarrassed to speak clearly. "I-I'm so sorry… that was… so embarrassing."
Understatement of the century, all of them, even Kiyotaka himself, were blushing.
Maya stammered incoherently, "T-that… oh my god, I can't believe that happened… I-I'm so sorry…"
He cleared his throat quietly, regaining his composure first despite the heat lingering in his cheeks. "It's… it's alright," he said gently, carefully avoiding making them feel any worse. "It was just an accident. Let's just forget it happened. And don't worry, I promise not to ever say anything about this."
All three girls nodded fervently in silent agreement, utterly humiliated by the scandalous entanglement they'd inadvertently created. Kei regained some semblance of her usual self, though her blush remained intense as she quickly straightened her swimsuit, eyes averted shyly from Kiyotaka. "Y-yeah… what he said. This… this didn't happen, okay? Forget it immediately!"
But just as quickly remembering the second part of his statement, Kei whirled back to him only to blush even more furiously. "A-A-And d-don't ever say a-anything."
Chiaki nodded silently, still avoiding his gaze completely, visibly mortified but inwardly thankful Kiyotaka was being so understanding. Maya remained speechless, unable to meet anyone's eyes, her mind still replaying the explicit visual she'd witnessed moments earlier.
After another awkward pause, the three girls hurriedly retreated, embarrassment palpable as they practically fled the corridor. Kiyotaka stood quietly alone, releasing a long sigh, his usually steady composure momentarily rattled by the unexpected intimacy he'd just experienced.
Despite his outward calm, one thought lingered quietly in his mind:
These erotic accidents… were getting far too frequent for his liking.
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A gentle calm had finally returned to the boys' locker room, the earlier chaos and excitement of the pool activities giving way to quiet conversation.
Kiyotaka stood quietly by his locker, lost deep in thought, his typically unreadable face subtly strained as he silently contemplated the unfortunate events he'd been subjected to throughout the day. His fingertips brushed lightly against his lips, the lingering sensation of Kei's accidental kiss causing an unusual warmth to rise in his chest.
He ignored some of the chatter around him, lost in thought.
Before he could ponder further, the locker room door violently slammed open, echoing loudly and shattering the fragile peace. Every guy in the locker room, which was the entire male population of class D, turned to the entrance, bewildered, shocked, confused, some even outraged.
The reason why became apparent not even a moment later.
Nearly every girl from their class stormed in, led by a visibly furious Shinohara, Maezono, and a deceptively gentle yet clearly enraged Kushida. Their sudden, forceful intrusion immediately silenced all conversations.
"Alright, you disgusting creeps!" Shinohara shouted furiously, her voice quivering with righteous anger. Her cheeks were flushed scarlet, eyes blazing fiercely as she jabbed a finger accusingly toward the stunned group. "Which one of you filthy perverts did it?! Or was it all of you!!!??"
The fuck!?
"The hell are you on about!?" Sudo erupted in anger.
But Horikita, feeling a cold wave of fury, decided to answer his question in a silent but menacing hiss. "She's talking about how all our underwear are missing."
Instant chaos erupted. Boys shouted frantic denials, panicked voices rising in a cacophony of confusion and terror. Ike and Yamauchi immediately sprang forward, dramatically waving their arms, voices rising hysterically in exaggerated innocence.
"Wait, wait, wait! Hold on!" Ike protested vehemently, voice cracking with panic. "We didn't do anything! Seriously, you have to believe us!"
"Yeah!" Yamauchi frantically chimed in, his eyes wide open like dinner plates. "I swear on my life! I wouldn't even dream of doing something that stupid! I might joke around, but I'm no criminal!"
Yet their pleas did little to calm the furious girls. Mori's normally composed demeanor was icy and rigid, her eyes narrowed suspiciously at every boy in the room. Kushida, meanwhile, outwardly retained her gentle, sweet expression, hands folded innocently before her, yet beneath her flawless facade, her thoughts raged comically with venomous intensity.
'Of course, it was you, Ayanokouji!' Kushida internally seethed, eyes briefly flickering toward Kiyotaka, who calmly met her gaze without reaction. 'First you shove your filthy bulge into my beautiful, perfectly enormous ass, now you're stealing panties too?! Just how depraved can one perfectly toned, disgustingly handsome, perverted freak be? Ugh—stop complimenting him, brain! He's the enemy! I'll destroy his miserable existence!'
Hirata quickly stepped forward, trying desperately to mediate the escalating chaos, his voice gentle yet firm. "Please, everyone, let's just calm down. We can sort this out logically. Throwing accusations around without evidence won't solve anything."
His calm, steady words barely had an impact.
No matter how popular he was, not even Hirata was talented enough to calm down a massive raging group of women who had their underwear stolen.
Just then, the swimming instructor appeared quickly in the doorway, taking in the scene with a stern, authoritative expression. "What exactly is going on here?" he demanded sharply, his voice cutting through the chaos with commanding clarity.
Shinohara, still visibly angry, quickly explained the situation. "Sensei, someone stole underwear from all the girls' lockers while we were at the pool. We came back and found everything gone!"
The teacher's expression darkened seriously, his eyes sweeping over the group with stern scrutiny. "This is a serious matter. We will immediately investigate thoroughly. I want full cooperation from every student here."
A tense, uncomfortable silence settled thickly over the locker room. Sudo clenched his fists angrily, teeth grinding as he declared fiercely, "Whoever did this, you're dead when I find you!"
Horikita calmly stepped forward, her voice cool and logical. "Sensei, I suggest we conduct a systematic search of every locker immediately. Just as Hirata-Kun mentioned earlier, accusations without evidence serve no purpose."
The instructor nodded sharply, immediately agreeing. "Everyone stand by your lockers. We'll check each thoroughly. If this issue remains unresolved, it will escalate significantly. Understood?"
The boys reluctantly moved into position, nervous whispers filling the room as they anxiously awaited the search. Kouenji, entirely unaffected by the tense atmosphere, casually lounged against his locker, meticulously combing his luxurious hair.
He offered a dismissive shrug when Horikita raised an eyebrow at him, smiling elegantly. "Feel free to search thoroughly. Naturally, I would never sully my perfect hands with something so vulgar."
Horikita sighed slightly, her gaze shifting toward Kiyotaka, subtly observing his reaction. Kiyotaka remained outwardly calm, but beneath his indifferent facade, a rare anxiety began to gnaw at him. Given the previous erotic accidents he'd inadvertently been involved in, he couldn't entirely rule out becoming unfairly implicated in this troubling incident.
It didn't help that he had actually walked out of the swimming pool room for a few minutes, and while he stayed within sight of all the cameras (which unfortunately meant that his erotic accident with Kei, Maya, and Chiaki was captured on tape) and was innocent, that didn't mean he relished having the attention on him.
Murmuring a quick internal prayer to God that no one brings up his absence, the masterpiece waited patiently.
The instructor began methodically searching the lockers, starting at the far end of the room. Each locker opened with an echoing creak, boys holding their breath nervously as scrutiny heightened with each passing moment.
Ike's locker was quickly cleared, his visible relief palpable as he dramatically sagged against his neighbor, eyes closed in exaggerated gratitude. Yamauchi's locker was next. He shifted anxiously, sweat visibly trailing down his flushed face. "Come on, come on, I'm innocent! I swear!" he mumbled nervously, his fingers trembling slightly.
Yet his locker too was eventually cleared, leaving him exhaling dramatically, knees visibly shaking with relief. "Thank god!" he whispered weakly.
Even Yamauchi realised that he could have false evidence planted, hence his relief.
The search continued steadily, locker after locker proving clean. Kushida, while outwardly supportive and patient, internally seethed comically, her mental accusations becoming increasingly hysterical as Kiyotaka's locker neared.
'Just wait until your locker opens, Ayanokouji!' Kushida raged internally, teeth grinding silently beneath her sweetly smiling exterior. 'I bet you're sweating now, aren't you? You disgusting, handsome freak! I'll finally have proof to annihilate you with!'
Though she had decided on the first day that she didn't want to expel him and wanted to absolutely torture and break him, but… it didn't mean that she wasn't finding pleasure in this.
Part of her wanted him to be expelled while the other wanted to take her time in humiliating him.
Kiyotaka, despite his outward calm, silently noted Kushida's subtly intense stare.
He maintained a neutral, unreadable expression, yet inwardly he couldn't ignore the troublesome implications of Kushida's obsessive suspicions. A mild discomfort twisted uncharacteristically within him—this situation was getting dangerously complicated.
Finally, the instructor reached Kiyotaka's locker. The room became deathly silent, every eye focusing intently. The metallic click of the lock echoed dramatically as the instructor swung the door open, carefully examining the contents within. The tension was suffocating, the air thick with anticipation.
Kiyotaka quietly stood, expression unwavering, yet internally he acknowledged a faint nervousness—not because he was guilty, but precisely because he knew the optics of recent events made him an easy target. Yet the instructor quickly finished the check, closing the locker calmly.
"Clear," the instructor declared evenly, causing him to nearly exhale in relief, nearly.
Kushida's sweet smile faltered ever so slightly in concealed disappointment before it turned bright again, genuinely bright.
It seemed like she could take her time breaking him~
The searches continued, gradually clearing more students. Eventually, attention fell on a quieter student—Tanaka—who had been notably nervous and silent throughout the ordeal. His eyes widened dramatically as the instructor approached his locker, his breath quickening visibly.
Tanaka's hands trembled as the instructor pulled open the locker door, revealing a hastily concealed bag tucked suspiciously in the corner. The instructor's eyes narrowed dangerously as he withdrew the bag, holding it high for all to see.
An audible gasp echoed around the locker room, followed by stunned murmurs of shock and disbelief. Tanaka's face paled instantly, mouth opening and closing silently in futile protest, his entire body trembling violently.
"I-I can explain!" he stammered desperately, voice breaking sharply. "Please, this isn't—!"
"Tanaka…" Hirata murmured quietly, his usually kind eyes filled with disappointment and confusion. "Why…?"
The instructor's expression turned coldly severe, his voice firm and unwavering. "This is extremely serious, Tanaka. You're coming with me immediately. The rest of you, clear out. We'll handle this from here."
Silence reigned heavily in the locker room as students slowly dispersed, stunned whispers exchanged quietly. Girls shot disgusted, disappointed looks toward Tanaka, while boys shook their heads silently.
Kiyotaka lingered briefly, eyes narrowing subtly as he quietly observed Tanaka's crumbling expression—something felt strangely off. Tanaka was shy, withdrawn, and hardly seemed capable of such an audacious crime. Yet, he had been caught red-handed.
Still, Kiyotaka couldn't dismiss a nagging suspicion that this incident wasn't as simple as it seemed. Someone else was likely involved, orchestrating events from the shadows.
Most likely the guy was a victim rather than the perpetrator.
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Oooh, the romance between Kei and Kiyotaka already started, muhahahahahahhaha
I'll be honest, I actually like Kei's personality.
She can be hardheaded, sure, but she can be very sweet given time.
And patience.
Anyway, that's it for now.
I'll see you all on the next update.
Peace.