Watching Horikita take her seat, Kiyotaka casually sat on the floor.
But then, an endless silence followed.
"I can't let this awkwardness continue, otherwise, if she recovers her composure, everything will be in vain," Kiyotaka thought to himself, then stood up and asked, "Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Or cola?"
"Just plain water, thank you."
Kiyotaka nodded, turned and went to the kitchen, poured two glasses of cold plain water, and then walked out.
"Here, your water..." Kiyotaka walked towards Horikita, putting the water down as he approached. However, because he was making eye contact with Horikita, he accidentally tripped, and the entire glass of cold plain water splashed all over Horikita.
"Ah!" The cold water soaked Horikita's upper body, and the chill stimulated her to let out an involuntary moan.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't do it on purpose." Kiyotaka was startled, fumbling to pull out tissues and wipe them on Horikita.
"Mm..." As Kiyotaka wiped, Horikita seemed to freeze in place, enduring for a long time before letting out a barely perceptible sigh.
Kiyotaka, with his head bowed, revealed a faint, successful smile, then looked up in feigned bewilderment, asking the red-faced, lustrous-eyed Horikita, "What's wrong? Is the water too cold and uncomfortable?"
Horikita bit her lip tightly, forcing her voice to sound normal, and glared at Kiyotaka with watery, spring-like eyes, saying, "Does it feel good to touch? Is that enough?"
Kiyotaka lowered his head and glanced at the spot he was wiping; the uniform was completely soaked, and the shape of her pure white bra was fully revealed. Furthermore, with Kiyotaka's deliberately increased force just now, Horikita's clothes were almost lifted.
Kiyotaka chuckled awkwardly, stammering, "Comfortable, not enough... No, enough, enough, it's not..."
Horikita swatted away Kiyotaka's still lingering hand, covering her chest, and looked at Kiyotaka with a look that suggested a life-or-death struggle.
Kiyotaka knew that some things couldn't be rushed. He'd had his fill of "tofu" for the day, and now it was time to offer some warmth.
Kiyotaka's face showed a hint of apology. He took out a brand-new school uniform from the cupboard and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. You should change your clothes first, otherwise, it wouldn't be good if you caught a cold."
Horikita gave Kiyotaka a deep look, picked up the clothes, and went to the bathroom to change, coming out shortly after.
Horikita's figure was relatively petite; wearing Kiyotaka's clothes made her look like a child wearing adult clothes, completely enveloping her figure.
She walked out of the bathroom and saw Kiyotaka sitting awkwardly on the floor, feeling a surge of anger inside.
She sat on the chair, crossed her legs, and questioned, "Were you doing that on purpose just now?"
This scene felt a bit familiar, didn't it? Kiyotaka thought with a hint of doubt as he looked up, and indeed, his eyes were treated to a feast.
Looking at Kiyotaka, who was staring blankly at her, Horikita was prepared this time and immediately put her feet down, her face turning crimson.
Kiyotaka knew his intentions were exposed and couldn't just give up! He immediately lowered his head awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look at you like that; it's just that you're too beautiful, and I got lost for a moment."
Horikita was caught off guard by Kiyotaka's sudden change, unsure whether she should continue to be angry with him.
"No, I can't let this scoundrel off the hook; he's bullied me three times already!"
Horikita made up her mind and once again looked down at Kiyotaka, saying, "Are you truly sincerely apologizing?"
Kiyotaka nodded.
"Good, then I'll give you a chance."
With that, Horikita slowly lifted her clothes upwards, crossed her legs, and extended one slender foot towards Kiyotaka.
Horikita, suppressing her shyness, spoke with a queen-like demeanor, "Kiss it, and I'll forgive you."
"Gulp." Kiyotaka couldn't help but swallow, looking at Horikita in disbelief. "No way, does this woman think this is a punishment? This is a blessing, isn't it?"
Kiyotaka looked at her slender, beautiful leg, with just the right amount of muscle on her calf. As he looked further up, because one leg was straightened, Kiyotaka had a complete view of the scenery within.
After his eyes had their fill, Kiyotaka slowly asked, "Suzune, if I kiss it, will you forgive me?"
Horikita nodded.
Kiyotaka immediately showed a conflicted expression, speaking softly but at a volume that Horikita could hear, "Okay, then I'll go for it."
Kiyotaka tremblingly picked up Horikita's delicate foot, imperceptibly rubbing it, which made Horikita shiver, the allure on her face becoming even more impossible to conceal.
As Kiyotaka slowly drew closer, his peripheral vision noticed a hint of moisture gradually appearing in the center of Horikita's pure white panties, which delighted Kiyotaka. He continued rubbing, just not kissing.
"Mm..." Due to the intense stimulation, Horikita couldn't help but let out a moan, then immediately pulled her foot back and said loudly, "Forget it, I forgive you. Don't do that again!"
With that, she hastily ran to the door, put on her shoes, and fled Kiyotaka's dormitory as if escaping a disaster.
Watching Horikita flee in a panic, Kiyotaka couldn't help but chuckle.
"It seems this girl acts arrogant on the outside, but she's quite pure on the inside. My freedom is one step closer!"
Since Horikita had left, Kiyotaka didn't have the leisure to cook. He casually ordered some food through the terminal and lay on his bed, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, Horikita fled back to her dormitory. After closing the door, she directly collapsed onto the floor. She reached down, felt a trace of moisture on her fingers, and felt utterly disgraced.
However, she still recalled the electric sensation of Kiyotaka's soft touch when he held her, as well as the stimulating and comfortable rubbing sensation.
Her face naturally flushed, the blush extending from her cheeks to her neck, and her hands unconsciously began to feel hot.
"Hmm... This feeling is so strange."
Time passed, and Horikita's whole body began to tremble, her legs pressed tightly together, as she continuously whispered that annoying name.
"Kiyotaka..."
Afterward, Horikita gradually came to her senses, and recalling her actions with surprise, she let out a soft groan.
"What exactly am I doing?! It's all that pervert's fault!"
But Kiyotaka, at this time, was oblivious to all of this. He had already eaten his fill and was sound asleep in bed.
The next day, when Kiyotaka arrived at the classroom, Horikita was already sitting at her desk, quietly reading a book.
Kiyotaka returned to his seat and greeted Horikita.
"Morning."
Horikita hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to speak to Kiyotaka, but suddenly, a beautiful figure with short golden hair appeared beside Kiyotaka.
"I believe your name is Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, right?"
Kiyotaka looked up. "I remember this person's name is Kushida Kikyo, right? She got a lot of responses from the class during her self-introduction."
"Yes, that's me," Kiyotaka responded calmly.
Kikyo extended a hand and smiled sweetly at Kiyotaka.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Kushida Kikyo. Shall we be friends?"
Seeing this, Kiyotaka extended his hand and lightly shook hers.
Horikita, watching their hands clasped together, felt an inexplicable irritation well up inside her.
She stood up directly, pulled Kiyotaka, and started walking out.
But after pulling him out, Horikita regretted it. Why did she pull him out? Did she have something to talk to him about? In what capacity?
Lost in thought, Horikita led Kiyotaka to the rooftop.
"Is there something you need me for?"
Kiyotaka saw all of Horikita's expressions and took the initiative to ask.
At this moment, the usual cold arrogance on Horikita's face was completely gone, replaced by a hint of awkwardness.
"I..."
"If there's nothing, I'll go back first."
Watching Kiyotaka turn to leave, Horikita couldn't help but get angry. This scoundrel had bullied her so many times, and she hadn't said anything, so why was he so impatient now?
Horikita grabbed Kiyotaka's hand. Kiyotaka felt the softness in his hand and turned to look. Being stared at intently by Kiyotaka's golden eyes, Horikita felt a slight itch in her body.
"I... You still haven't apologized to me for yesterday!"
Horikita looked at Kiyotaka with a stubborn expression.
Upon hearing this, Kiyotaka looked at Horikita's leg with a calm yet slightly puzzled expression.
"Then extend it, and I'll apologize to you."
Looking at Kiyotaka's calm face, Horikita felt very wronged. She cursed him, "You really are a scoundrel," and then left the rooftop.
Kiyotaka looked up at the clear, boundless sky, his eyes reflecting a hint of complexity.
"A scoundrel, huh? That's fine too. At least there's no psychological pressure."