Creaaak—
When Hyoudou Tomoe gently opened the office door, the first class of the afternoon was already halfway through.
At this time, only a few scattered teachers were still in the office.
After glancing up at the newcomer, they lowered their heads again and continued with their own work.
Only a few young male teachers let their gazes linger on her for a bit longer.
However, after working together for so long, they all knew what kind of attitude she had toward them.
So, after looking at her affectionately for a few moments, they withdrew their gaze.
They knew the rules well, partly to avoid making Hyoudou Tomoe dislike them, and partly to avoid becoming the butt of jokes among other colleagues.
The office wasn't that big, who didn't know what everyone was thinking?
If you made it too obvious and she didn't respond, it was easy to become the clown in the eyes of the others.
They were all adults—who didn't care about saving face?
And precisely because of their brief and restrained glances, they didn't notice the subtle differences in Hyoudou Tomoe compared to before.
For instance, the hair in front of her forehead was damp with sweat and stuck slightly messily to her skin, while the long hair pinned at the back of her head was surprisingly neat—without a single strand out of place.
Or how the white shirt she wore underneath was wrinkled at the collar, while the black business suit on the outside was perfectly tidy.
And after she entered the office, her walking speed was not only slow but also slightly awkward.
If one of the teachers in the office had stood up, they would have clearly seen that Hyoudou Tomoe's originally full and straight long legs were tightly pressed together at the knees, slightly turned inward, forming a posture that… roughly resembled the letter "X".
If one of the standing teachers had sharp eyes, they might even have noticed that the stockings on her thighs had a ladder-like run, extending all the way into her skirt.
However, Hyoudou Tomoe had chosen a very good time to enter the office,
At this hour, most teachers were in class, so, she didn't draw any attention as she made her way to her seat.
Sitting lightly on her swivel chair, she tried her best to adapt to the discomfort her tight-fitting clothes were giving her.
With her brows slightly arched, she bit her lip lightly, revealing a shy, annoyed, and slightly puffed-up expression of frustration.
Obviously, the restlessness from not being able to sit comfortably reminded her of that certain bastard's infuriatingly fearless attitude about "hitting the target."
However, a fuming for a bit, recalling his longing for her, his sweet words when he confessed and asked her to be with him, Hyoudou Tomoe couldn't help but show a soft, shy, girlish smile filled with sweetness.
Though she didn't want to admit it, she knew she liked him… and being liked back by someone she liked… of course, that was something to be happy about.
But then… thinking about how he was all lovey-dovey with those two other girls while she was suffering, hiding and eavesdropping…
Hyoudou Tomoe's just-softened brows arched once again in dissatisfaction.
Young in age, but not small at heart.
He already has someone else, two, at that, and still says he wants to be with her… does he really think, really think that just by taking her first time, he can use that to fulfill his dream of enjoying the blessings of multiple wives?
Dream on!
It was just a moment of heated impulse, just for fun.
Just as she was thinking this and planning to find her keys and head home, a small, pale hand suddenly patted her shoulder from the side.
!!!
The sudden touch caught Hyoudou Tomoe off guard, and she nearly jumped in surprise.
But she also knew that in this office, the number of people who could get that physically close to her could be counted on one hand.
And the one who would do so, there was only one.
With a mix of guilt and irritation, Hyoudou Tomoe turned her head to the side.
As expected.
The one who patted her was the pink-haired woman in casual clothes who didn't look like a teacher at all.
She was also one of the few colleagues at school with whom Hyoudou Tomoe had a relatively good relationship, you could even call her a bestie.
So, looking at her, her plump, stocking-clad legs instinctively pressed together more tightly out of guilt as she subconsciously tugged at her skirt and frowned with dissatisfaction:
"Miss Sakashiro, why do you walk without making a sound? That's really scary."
Sighing, the latter helplessly shook her head.
"As expected, birds of a feather flock together. Sasaki just said the same thing to me not long ago, and now you're echoing him—this is too much. I do walk with sound; it's you who didn't pay attention."
Being lumped together with Sasaki made Hyoudou Tomoe even guiltier, so she didn't argue back.
All she wanted now was to go home and get some sleep…after all, her whole body felt like that guy had taken her apart bone by bone.
He didn't care one bit about her feelings, what use was it just boasting about how good he was~?
Catching sight of her expression, Kurumi tilted her head curiously.
"Tomoe, you're acting weird. Since earlier, you've been fuming and smiling, and now you're grinding your teeth. Did something upset you?"
Sniff sniff~
As she spoke, the woman took a sniff with a tinge of red rose in her sky-blue eyes as she frowned.
"This smell…"
That sentence alone made all the hairs on Hyoudou Tomoe's body stand on end as she quickly interrupted:
"Miss Kurumi, here's the paint bucket you asked for."
"Um, I'm not feeling too well, so I'm going to leave now."
With that, Hyoudou Tomoe grabbed her keys, stood up, and waved her hand.
Surprisingly, the latter didn't press the matter.
Taking the paint bucket in hand, she smiled and nodded.
"Alright, make sure you get plenty of rest. It's good to relax every now and then—don't overwork yourself."
"Oh, and I'll come by tonight for drinks~"
"Don't forget me just because you're getting all cozy with your little boyfriend~"
Hyoudou Tomoe didn't even know how to respond to that.
She could only hum vaguely, and give an ambiguous answer,
As for whether it was agreeing to drinks or admitting she had a boyfriend, even she didn't know.
Leaving the office in a hurry, Hyoudou Tomoe leaned on the wall as she walked downstairs when her phone buzzed twice inside her purse.
?
All her close friends were still in class, and the only free one had just spoken to her in the office.
Who could be messaging her at this hour?
With doubt in her heart, Hyoudou Tomoe took out her phone from her bag.
On the screen, the contact name of the sender was "Darling"… She didn't even have a boyfriend, how could there be…?
She froze for a moment, her pink lips pressed together, the corners curving upward—clearly, she had a guess.
And the content of the message confirmed her suspicion.
[Has Little Tomoe left yet? Are you still feeling unwell?] 14:00
Even though she was happy to be cared for like this, he was such a playboy… if he knew how she felt, wouldn't he think she was easy?
So her reply was cold and full of reproach.
[Don't call me that. Who do you think made me like this in the first place?] 14:00 Read
[That's a bit unfair, Tomoe. Weren't you the one who asked me to? You were the one who stood by the window, hair down, turned back to me and said…] 14:02
Seeing how he recounted the entire situation perfectly, Hyoudou Tomoe's face, which had just regained its fair color, turned red once again.
She had been single until twenty-seven… she wasn't made of wood, of course she had desires… not to mention dreaming of him every night.
So, in that dazed, dream-reality-blurred moment, she naturally let her behavior in the dream slip into reality… showing him the same attitude she had in those dreams.
Otherwise, in her very first time, how could she have…
But even so, couldn't he have been a little gentler…
Unconsciously starting to pout, Hyoudou Tomoe, who was usually very cold toward men, bit her lip girlishly out of frustration.
Although her expression was very beautiful, the message she sent was still cold.
[This already counts as harassment, you know that? And using your phone during class—you're going to be talked to.] 14:03 [Read]
[Alright, I'll accept the talk. You drove here, right? Then I'll be waiting in the parking lot for our "talk," okay~] 14:03
"..."
What does he mean by that… does he want to go home with her?
Even though she lived alone, Hyoudou Tomoe was still a bit nervous and unsure.
Seeing his message, she reflexively began to think about whether her apartment was tidy, the bed made, laundry done, trash taken out…
And only after thinking for a bit and confirming nothing was out of place, Hyoudou Tomoe finally replied to him:
[Aren't you supposed to be in class? This is skipping!] 14:06 [Read]
[Little Tomoe didn't say that when she was pulling me and didn't want me to leave just now…] 14:06
That was… that was because it had already…
Before the embarrassment rising in her heart could reach her face, Sasaki's next message arrived.
[No time for chatting~ Class is almost over. Tomoe, you better hurry. Want me to carry you down?] 14:06
She glanced at the time—there really was no time to waste.
So, she quickly sent him a message and then rushed downstairs.
By the time she reached the parking lot, the burning pain between her thighs from friction made her already weak legs falter, and she nearly collapsed.
But before the expected pain of her knees hitting the ground arrived, her soft, powerless body was suddenly lifted up in a bridal carry.
As she snapped out of it, the face she saw first was the one that kept toying with her emotions.
"Missed me that much already?"