The next day.
"Damn it."
When Hayato woke up, he realized that he had slept too late last night; he had actually ignored the alarm clock!
"Useless thing!" Hayato cursed.
Ai-chan called the host! Beep, Ai-chan defended herself pitifully. But the host said that if she made any more noise, he would chop her up and eat her…
Hayato had no memory of being half-asleep and half-awake.
So he ignored Ai-chan's words, climbed out of the tatami, and went to the toilet to wash up.
Going to school at this time wouldn't make him late, but he would miss morning training.
However, thinking about it, he had been training continuously for so many days, couldn't he just enjoy himself!? Keep the music playing…
But another voice told him, Hayato, Hayato, how can you be so decadent!!
Hayato brushed his teeth while looking at the items placed on the small low table in his room.
One was "My Sister-in-Law Can't Be This Cute," a CD of the cuckold genre.
There was also a can of beer.
Japan has a very confusing rule: you can get married at eighteen.
But you can only drink alcohol at twenty.
Hayato is seventeen this year, so he certainly hasn't reached this legal age, and Japan is very strict about this control.
If he went to a convenience store to buy alcohol, he would definitely be kicked out by the cashier.
So this can of beer was actually something he "borrowed" from Yayoi's house yesterday.
It wasn't stealing! How can a scholar's actions be called stealing!
Hayato looked at the disc, then at the beer.
He slammed his fist on the washbasin in resentment.
To have fallen to this, to wake up so late!
Wine and women have misled me!
Today! No drinking!!
Sishouxia Chaya Station subway station.
If he participated in morning training on weekdays, he would wake up an hour earlier than regular students.
At that time, Sishouxia Chaya Station was still relatively quiet.
There weren't too many students or office workers.
But the time Hayato woke up today was right during the morning rush hour.
Students wearing school uniforms were already in groups.
Not to mention batches of corporate slaves with Sima faces.
Hayato opened his phone while waiting for the subway to school.
He originally wanted to browse some news and then bait people in the comment section with political remarks, but he found that he had missed messages from two people.
The first was Nanao Akane, who sent a message at two in the morning.
This girl was up to who knows what mischief in the middle of the night without sleeping.
Message content: [Image].
He clicked to open it.
It was a selfie Nanao Akane took with her front camera.
But it wasn't a close-up shot.
In fact, only half of her face was in the frame—the part of her lips below her nose.
Her red lips were slightly parted, and her lips were as dewy as jelly; just looking at them, one could guess their sweet taste, and vaguely, one might even imagine the small, lilac-colored tongue hidden within.
Not only that, but her delicate upper body was also in the shot.
She wore especially loose clothing, and in this photo, a glimpse of her soft, milky white chest was visible.
Her bosom was firm.
The tips were slightly upturned.
Below it was a line of text.
"Do you like it?"
Hayato thought for a moment and gave an honest reply.
"You've gained weight."
Next, it was Kobayashi Ayaka.
She didn't just send one message, but a barrage, like a chain gun firing continuously.
"So you finally have a time when you're late, huh? Hmph, I'll punish you properly when you get here. Don't blame me for being merciless."
"Hmm? Why aren't you here yet?"
"You're too lax! You actually tried to skip morning practice today! That's just like you!"
"Wait, you're not sick, are you?"
"Remember to message me back when you wake up."
"!! Of course I'm not worried about you, don't overthink it. It's mainly Sakura! Just reply to me, and I'll tell her!"
First, there were several messages like these.
Then, after about ten minutes, Kobayashi Ayaka sent a new message.
"Huh!? What are you doing!!"
"Shigen Ryouka came looking for you! After she found out you weren't here, she said, 'I shouldn't have made Kobayashi-kun so tired last night'—what exactly did you two do?!!"
"Our Kendo Club doesn't need a weakling like you who's addicted to women!"
"Go commit seppuku!!"
Hayato's eyebrow twitched, and then his phone vibrated again.
It was another message from Kobayashi Ayaka, sent non-stop, and it had only been five minutes since the last one.
"Did you hear me!!!!!!!!!!!"
But no matter how many exclamation marks were added, Hayato couldn't imagine how loud Ayaka-senpai's shout was.
So, he switched to the news interface.
He planned to reply to the message after Kobayashi Ayaka had calmed down.
"Huh? Are you a Shiraki student?"
Hayato was about to type "Key, come!" and furiously blast a keyboard warrior when a clear male voice rang in his ear.
Since it was a boy, it couldn't be him trying to pick him up, so Hayato hadn't planned to look up.
But then he heard a sweet, delicate girl reply:
"Yes, yes, I am."
Although her voice was quite dignified, for some reason, her tone felt a little shy.
Hayato inexplicably felt a sense of incongruity.
Then he looked up.
Standing less than five meters in front of Hayato was a girl with flowing blonde hair.
In front of her were two people.
One was a high school boy.
The other was also a high school boy.
The one speaking now was a boy with yellow-dyed hair.
However, his yellow wasn't entirely yellow; it was done with a technique similar to highlights, covering black hair with yellow.
The other was a handsome boy with a tear mole at the corner of his eye, who looked quiet and somewhat attractive.
Hayato saw through it at a glance.
At this moment, the main attacker was the one with yellow hair.
The other refined boy was serving as the Wingman.
"My name is Kijima Yoichi," the yellow-haired boy said with a hearty laugh. "Can I invite you to go somewhere fun?"
"Uh, well," the girl's gaze shifted, not looking at any particular direction, but certainly not meeting Kijima Yoichi's eyes. "You… don't seem to be from Shiraki, do you? If possible, I'd like to find a Baiqiu High School student—"
Saying that, she smiled, bowed apologetically, and prepared to leave.
As she bowed, she seemed to remember something, quickly covering her full chest with both hands, then stepping back a few paces, her expression becoming flustered.
Both the yellow-haired boy and his companion's gazes were drawn to the girl's impressively trembling chest.
The girl lowered her eyes, about to leave.
The Wingman blocked her path, his eyes curved in a smile, and he said in a pleasant voice, "What if we're not from Shiraki? We're just having some fun."
"Don't you… have classes?" the girl asked.
"What does it matter if we have classes?" Kijima Yoichi said, spreading his hands and smiling. "Isn't having fun the most important thing right now?"
The girl's gaze became slightly sterner, and she was about to lecture the two high school boys.
Hayato slowly walked over, then raised his hand:
"I, I am from Shiraki."
He looked at the girl, then at the yellow-haired boy.
Then he lowered his gaze to the girl's chest.
He originally didn't want to get involved, but she was simply too well-endowed.
Moreover, this Kijima Yoichi even had yellow hair, which immediately made him Hayato's prime suspect.
This girl was quite tall, but still a little shorter than Hayato.
She carefully scrutinized Hayato's face.
Hayato always felt a strange sense of incongruity, as if the dignified expression displayed by this "girl" did not belong to her age.
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