The academic definition of "chijo" (nymphomaniac) is a lustful, perverted woman. So do Anna Kinomiya's various behaviors toward him count as being a chijo?
A woman who has lewd thoughts upon seeing men is a chijo, but what term should define a woman who is only like this toward one person?
A chijo exclusive to Murakami Yuu? Like a private personal maid?
Time quietly slipped away as Murakami Yuu let his thoughts wander.
Lunch break had already ended, and the afternoon class bell had just officially rung, but the two people in the student council room hadn't returned to class for normal lessons.
They didn't have the mind to attend class seriously right now. Plus, given the current situation, this was unavoidable.
Anna Kinomiya lay powerlessly on the table, her limp appearance suggesting even walking would be difficult.
She displayed her most unguarded, vivid, and enticing posture before Murakami Yuu's eyes, carelessly casting aside the restraint and dignity she usually showed others.
Her whole body was as if lightly anesthetized. The satisfied expression on her face showed she was unabashedly savoring that pleasure, looking extremely happy.
That dignified and restrained Anna Kinomiya was gone, replaced by a passionate, over-excited, mentally fatigued Anna Kinomiya.
An appearance that was terrible in a certain sense, yet could bring quite pleasant viewing enjoyment to normal males.
But Murakami Yuu on the side couldn't be happy.
Because he had fully received her self-release. Love like a tidal wave had completely soaked the pants on his thighs.
Although he had roughly wiped with tissues, the wet stains were still very obvious, spreading from the inner thighs all the way to the knees, looking as if he had wet his pants.
In fact, he had indeed wet his pants, only it wasn't himself but caused by someone else.
Murakami Yuu looked at Anna Kinomiya with her dazed eyes. Both his head and lower body began to ache.
He wasn't inexperienced - he understood what he needed to understand.
Anna Kinomiya's current state was undoubtedly completely immersed in the afterglow of pleasure. And the culprit who caused her to look like this was undoubtedly himself.
But I only blew air by your ear, and also, just slightly with my hand...
Murakami Yuu held his hand in front of himself in a gripping motion a few times and sighed.
It's said that in the process of union between men and women, the man seems to occupy the active position and is completely at a disadvantage.
But actually, it's not quite like that.
Due to physiological structure, women will always wait at ease, showing weakness to the other party. Men see an opportunity and can't suppress their desire to attack.
Little do they know, the instant the two armies meet, men lose control of the rhythm and only think about charging forward blindly. The form transforms into being a used object, essentially becoming an existence greedily absorbed from, like a water-soaked sponge whose moisture will be squeezed out bit by bit.
The nutrition and energy painstakingly stored normally, like water from a faucet, will have its switch turned on by women, who will take it all without hesitation, not leaving a drop.
But why is your posture, Anna Kinomiya, completely opposite to this?
Attacking on your own and teasing in every way, but after provoking my anger, you cease fire on your own. Then you show that exhausted appearance, looking as if I've drained you.
But I didn't get anything at all!
Damn it, somehow I feel I'm at a loss here.
Just as Murakami Yuu was thinking this, Anna Kinomiya recovered some strength. Seeing Murakami Yuu sitting beside her, she slowly stood up, came to his side, burrowed into his arms to hug his waist, pressed her face against his chest, and muttered softly:
"Meeting Murakami-kun is so lucky, this is the happiest thing..."
Murakami Yuu, who had originally harbored some resentment, felt his heart suddenly soften upon hearing these words. The restlessness that had been wanting to overflow from his body also calmed down somewhat.
Just as Murakami Yuu opened his mouth to say something, he discovered that Anna Kinomiya in his arms had already closed her eyes leaning against his chest, breathing evenly.
She hadn't slept at all last night, plus the fatigue brought by the emotional outburst just now - under these two factors, it was normal for her to enter dreamland so directly.
Murakami Yuu didn't think too much. It was just that the position of two people stacked together on the chair was somewhat too uncomfortable for him. He picked up Anna Kinomiya and sat on the sofa to the side.
Looking at Anna Kinomiya whose mouth corners remained upturned even in her sleep, he somehow felt very complicated emotions.
Things turn into their opposites when pushed to extremes. Perhaps that kind of all-or-nothing educational philosophy created this hidden side of hers.
That's what Murakami Yuu thought.
...
By the time Anna Kinomiya opened her eyes, two hours had passed.
"Awake?"
Murakami Yuu somewhat regretted not laying her flat on the sofa from the start.
Anna Kinomiya's body was very light, but even so, two hours had made Murakami Yuu's legs numb from the pressure. He wanted to get up and leave several times midway, but whenever his movements were slightly large, she would make sleep-talking sounds from her mouth. Unable to bear waking her, Murakami Yuu had to give up.
"Murakami-kun..."
Confusion turned to clarity. After the just-awakened Anna Kinomiya understood their position, her gaze locked tightly on Murakami Yuu's face. Then both hands hooked around his neck, her face also pressing close, constantly rubbing lightly.
Murakami Yuu leaned on the sofa, his hand gently stroking her head, looking up at the ceiling with an expression of "I'm relying on you to do as you please." His heart had some fluctuation but could still bear it. After all, compared to the earlier position where he was forced into a kabedon at the slightest disagreement, these movements would only be somewhat itchy without the feeling of suffocation.
After waiting a while, seeing that Anna Kinomiya had no intention of getting off him and was instead getting more and more excited - even one hand slipping under his shirt hem and touching his flesh - Murakami Yuu finally realized he couldn't let her continue being so presumptuous.
He pressed down on her hand.
"President, we need to leave the student council room and go to class. There's only one more class period before school ends."
"Mm..."
Her other hand went in and started stroking Murakami Yuu's back.
"President! Please restrain yourself a bit. Don't do this."
"Call me Anna."
"Anna, don't..."
"Mmm..."
Upon hearing this intimate form of address, Anna Kinomiya's eyes immediately became watery, and her mouth made a blood-stirring low moan.
No good - this woman is beyond saving. She's completely not listening to what I'm saying.
Murakami Yuu felt somewhat despairing. Previously, he had always thought only adolescent male high school students would have such exaggerated desires.
He couldn't let her continue like this.
"Anna, I don't like this."
A slightly cold voice came from Murakami Yuu's mouth. Anna Kinomiya, who had been excitedly touching him all over, stopped her movements and looked at him with eyes containing some inexplicable meaning.
Good, it seems effective.
"Then, Murakami-kun can touch my..."
She withdrew her hands and unbuttoned her top.
"?"
Misinterpreting my words to this extent - just how absurd is your thought process?
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