During her time at Kuoh Academy, Sakura had been single—Haruto was certain of that.
He quickly refocused his attention. After all, it was unlikely Sakura would start dating someone else just three days after transferring schools.
So, whether this shy little guy was Sakura's "original boyfriend" or not, he definitely wouldn't be anymore.
Cutting through the crowd, Haruto flashed a bright smile at Sakura and said, "Good afternoon, Miyajima-senpai."
"Haruto?!"
Sakura widened her beautiful eyes, her small mouth forming a perfect 'O' in excitement. "I thought I was seeing things earlier, but it really is you! What are you doing here?"
Haruto suppressed a smile, putting on a slightly displeased expression.
"If Miyajima-senpai transferred schools, what's the point of me staying at Kuoh Academy alone?"
"Ah…"
Sakura was momentarily stunned. Did this mean he had feelings for her too?
Had he really transferred schools just to be with her?
The girls around them tactfully stepped back, giving the two some space to talk.
They whispered among themselves, speculating about the relationship between the handsome, radiant boy and Sakura.
Sakura was beautiful, with a great figure, a genius in kendo, and excellent grades to boot.
And now, she even had such a handsome and devoted boyfriend? She was practically living the dream…
Their gossipy gazes couldn't hide a trace of envy.
Sakura lowered her head, staring at her feet… well, she couldn't actually see her toes—only the soft, snowy curves of her ample chest.
A blush crept up her cheeks as she stole occasional glances at Haruto, stammering and unsure how to respond.
Ever since she first saw Haruto in the kendo club, she had been drawn to him, often keeping tabs on his activities.
But the rumors about him weren't exactly flattering, starkly contrasting the impression he gave her.
She wanted to reach out, but seeing the talented girls around him, she hesitated, afraid the rumors might be true.
This back-and-forth indecision meant she had barely exchanged more than a few words with Haruto.
Yet, whenever she talked to her parents about school life, the conversation always somehow circled back to him.
Under the envious glares of the other boys, Haruto took Sakura's slender, pale hand in his.
"Miyajima-senpai, there's something I'd like to talk to you about. Could you come with me for a moment?"
Could it be… a confession?!
She had been confessed to before, but this was the first time her heart raced so wildly, her face burning with shyness.
Sakura kept her head down, not daring to meet Haruto's eyes, but nodded instinctively.
Haruto smiled faintly. Truly, fortune and misfortune were intertwined. Though he was prone to attracting trouble from certain unsavory types, it did save him a lot of effort in the pursuit.
The girls watched the two walk away hand-in-hand with knowing looks, giggling and teasing among themselves.
The boys, meanwhile, looked utterly heartbroken and despondent. Their goddess had only just appeared, and now she was about to be taken away.
Especially one familiar-looking brown-haired boy—he felt as though he had missed something incredibly important.
Even though he had never spoken a word to Sakura, he felt as if something precious had been stolen from him.
And even if it was to be stolen, it shouldn't have been now… it should have been after he and Sakura had become a couple.
The feeling was strange, inexplicable—even he thought it was a little twisted.
Only when Haruto and Sakura disappeared from his sight did the sensation slowly fade.
He let out a sigh of relief, refusing to dwell on it further, and forcefully suppressed the unspeakable thoughts lurking in his heart.
It was terrifying—that feeling was too terrifying. He'd rather stay single than experience it again.
Unbeknownst to him, Haruto had inadvertently saved a poor soul from a tragic fate.
But at that moment, Haruto himself was lost in his own troubles.
Staring at Sakura before him—eyes closed, head tilted up, waiting for a kiss—Haruto found himself at a loss for how to proceed.
It had started as just a joke, a little test. But the moment he played a minor card, she countered with the ultimate move.
He wasn't sure whether to attribute this to his overwhelming charm or the fact that hentai heroines were just too easy to conquer…
Gazing at Sakura's delicate, rosy lips, Haruto ultimately decided to first check if she possessed any special talents.
He took a small step forward, pulling Sakura into his embrace.
"Don't… I just worked up a sweat, I must smell…"
"Mmm, you do have a scent—but it's the fragrance of jasmine."
Inhaling the girl's subtle perfume, Haruto ignored her token resistance and pressed his lips against her glistening mouth.
"Haruto… mmm…"
Within mere seconds, Sakura's fair cheeks flushed crimson, her beautiful eyes glazed with tenderness.
This was her first kiss—far more pleasurable and wonderful than she'd ever imagined.
Haruto's kissing skills had been honed by numerous beauties, making handling an inexperienced girl like Sakura child's play.
While gently sucking her sweet nectar, his tongue traced circles in the warm, silky cavern of her mouth.
[Ding. Talent detected: Sword Heart (Beginner)]
[Beginning replication…]
As their saliva mingled, Haruto heard that delightful chime.
His heart leapt—just as he'd suspected. These heroines with notable traits almost invariably possessed talents.
From Reina's quartet to the Takamine sisters, and now Sakura before him—no exceptions.
Yet despite kissing many girls who'd confessed to him, he'd never detected a single talent before.
Haruto scanned their surroundings, confirming their secluded corner was empty, before letting his restless hands wander.
Feeling Sakura's voluptuous body burning against him, his hands slipped effortlessly beneath her loose kendo uniform, gliding down her slender waist toward her pert bottom and shapely legs…
The sensation rivaled the finest silk—a texture one could never tire of exploring.
When his fingers ventured beneath her hakama, he found not just exquisite softness but skin growing feverishly hot.
Caressing jade-smooth thighs, his hand gradually crept inward until reaching her secret folds—where familiar dampness greeted him.
"Mmm… ah… ahh…"
Sakura's breath came in ragged gasps as she desperately clutched at Haruto's wrists.
This was outdoors, on school grounds. Anyone might pass by any moment. She wasn't bold enough to lose her virginity in such a setting.
Understanding her hesitation, Haruto released her cherry lips and whispered, "Senpai, I'll wait for you at your place after school."
Sakura leaned against Haruto's chest, her flushed face buried against him, soft curves molding to his body.
Panting slightly, she squeezed her thighs together—only to whimper when his scorching touch reignited the fire.
"Okay… yes…"
The dazed girl could no longer form coherent thoughts, not even questioning why he'd chosen her home.
After soothing his protesting arousal, Haruto wiped slick moisture across her smooth thighs before withdrawing his hand.
"So… Haruto… does this mean we're dating now?"
After straightening her clothes, Sakura looked at Haruto with unease. Earlier, she had been too overwhelmed—before even hearing his confession, she had closed her eyes waiting for a kiss.
Now that she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel a little unsettled. The flutterings of a maiden's heart made her want to hear Haruto say it aloud again.
Haruto gently stroked her smooth, pale-purple hair and chuckled. "If Miyajima-senpai thinks so, then it must be."
Sakura pouted in dissatisfaction. What did he mean, "if she thought so?" After doing something like that…
Seeing her expression, Haruto merely smiled without offering comfort. Instead, he countered, "Miyajima-senpai must have heard the rumors about me, right?"
"Mm…" Sakura twisted her fingers together and whispered, "I don't care about those. They must all be lies."
"No, those rumors are true."
Haruto shattered her illusions, unwilling to invite unnecessary trouble.
Even with Rias—or Chisato Hasegawa, one of the Ten Chief Gods—Haruto had never considered establishing a committed relationship with them.
First, it was for the sake of convenience in picking up... ahem, rescuing innocent, naive girls.
Second, it was to minimize the effects of the Cuckold Protagonist Template as much as possible.
No matter how others saw it, Haruto was still technically single—no girlfriend, no wife.
The moment he entered a confirmed relationship with a woman, he always felt like endless trouble would follow.
Haruto trusted his instincts deeply. Ever since arriving in this world, they had saved him countless times.
Just like his combat intuition, though it wasn't recorded in his stats, he believed this was an innate talent of his.
Sakura stared at Haruto in disbelief, staggering back a few steps as her face gradually paled.
Now, all the inconsistencies began surfacing in her mind.
Her eyes welled up as she gazed at him. There were so many questions she wanted to ask, but she didn't know where to start.
Haruto scratched his head. He wasn't afraid of girls making a scene.
But someone like Sakura, who was on the verge of tears without saying a word… that was the type he struggled with the most.
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