Izumi watched the retreating figures of Akane and that boy, a hint of hesitation appearing in her usually fierce eyes.
She had initially been gossiping with her two friends, Minako and Hinata , about Akane's experiences in the Baseball Club.
The reason they suddenly stopped talking wasn't because their moral standards had improved and they realized that speaking ill of others behind their back was wrong.
Instead... "Hey," Hinata , who had dark skin from frequent sun exposure, hesitantly asked Izumi, "That boy just now... didn't his gaze seem a little too terrifying?"
Menako, who was usually quiet, also swallowed hard:
"Yeah... for a moment I felt like I was going to be beaten up."
"Well, I'm different. I actually felt like I... was almost killed." Hinata shuddered in hindsight.
The leader of their trio was clearly Izumi.
Hinata and Minako both looked toward the girl with the ponytail.
Izumi ground her teeth as if harboring hatred.
She made a 'crunching' sound.
Ever since she was young, what she liked seeing most was the look of fear in others' eyes, and what she hated most was being threatened!
This threat was bad enough, but she actually felt a moment of... heart palpitations.
Izumi glared fiercely in the direction Akane had gone.
I'm noting this grudge down! I'll make you pay later!
"What are you looking at! Let's go!" Izumi said irritably.
Hinata and Minako exchanged glances, receiving the same answer from each other's eyes.
It seems Izumi... was scared too.
'Scared'.
↑ This word could be used to describe Akane's current mood.
Last night, when she was talking on the phone with Suzuka.
Although her declaration, "How could I let him succeed so quickly," sounded majestic, as if she were a female general firmly holding the advantage in a confrontation.
But in reality, that wasn't the case.
One of the main reasons Akane hadn't let Satoru succeed was that he had stopped on his own.
The other reason was... insecurity.
That's right, insecurity.
Satoru's actions were simply too skillful, so skillful that Akane felt like a new world had opened up to her.
After hearing Satoru say, "My ex-girlfriend taught me," she couldn't help but think, "His ex-girlfriend is amazing, it must have been wonderful with her," immediately followed by feelings of self-doubt: "Can I really do this? If it's with me... maybe it will be unpleasant," and "Will I just drag him down?"
Therefore, after hanging up the phone, she immediately searched online for relevant information, preparing to at least master the most basic positions.
"When kissing, you can't just move your mouth; your hands must also aggressively target the partner's weak spots. Only then will the partner gain sufficient pleasure."
This was the golden quote from the 'thesis' Akane had read.
Akane suddenly saw the light.
Master! I understand!
Testing it today, it was indeed true.
Akane lay weakly on the rooftop, the blinding sunlight hitting her pretty face directly.
Like a kitten, she held her hands in fists against her chest.
Her tie was undone, and her short, ear-length hair looked messy.
Her thoughts were scattered, and it took a long effort to finally concentrate, beginning to think again with a flushed face... But.
Why did this 'it was indeed true' have to happen to her!
Akane, who thought she had returned victorious after studying, initiated the attack on Satoru, but after just one exchange, he firmly seized the initiative.
The mint candy traveled back and forth between their tongues.
Akane couldn't control its movement at all.
At the same time.
Satoru's slender, well-articulated hands began to roam over her.
Akane had never realized she had so many weak spots... and two were especially large and prominent.
For a moment.
Akane didn't know whether she should breathe.
Kiss.
Or do something else.
By the time she reacted, she was already lying there, dazed and powerless.
She glanced over.
Satoru was sitting not far away, looking at her with a mocking expression.
"You're still trash," Satoru said.
"!!!"
After being watched with such a gaze and hearing those words, Akane trembled all over, then exhaled a sweet breath amid her increasingly rapid breathing.
It took quite a while before she caught her breath, barely gathering enough strength to sit up.
She hugged her knees, glaring with the resentful posture of a loser at this excessively skillful bastard.
"...Then you teach me."
Akane buried her head in her knees, only showing her timid eyes, and whispered.
Satoru nodded, then began to unbuckle his belt.
"?"
This stunned Akane. Her rounded bottom scooted backward across the floor: "W-what are you doing!?"
"Teaching you," Satoru said calmly.
"N-not this fast, right!!" Akane looked at the wind-swept rooftop—of course, a rooftop is wind-swept! "A-and in a place like this!?"
She swallowed several times, looking at Satoru with disbelief.
In her blue eyes, there was fear, terror... and a tiny, tiny bit of expectation.
But, but, wouldn't it be a bit much to waste a girl's precious first time in a place like this!?
Before Akane could voice her concerns, Satoru lunged forward.
"—Eek!" Akane squeaked.
She was tackled to the ground by Satoru.
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead.
Only that thought remained in Akane's mind. If I die, I die!
But Satoru merely buried his head in her chest and made no further moves.
"...Satoru-chan?"
Akane cautiously looked at Satoru; it seemed his belt hadn't actually been unbuckled.
Satoru's head still didn't lift from her chest; he just casually moved his slender arm and stroked her head with his palm.
Akane immediately froze, unable to utter a word.
But after a moment, she only felt that Satoru's movements were very gentle, like petting a pet... or a child.
"Satoru-chan?" Akane called again.
"You," Satoru said lazily, "Don't move. I'm going to sleep for a bit, I'm tired."
"...Okay." Akane gave up struggling.
Then she also wrapped her hands around Satoru's head, which was resting on her chest, and began stroking him with the same gentle gesture.
"Akane, you must study hard," Satoru suddenly said.
"I, I will study hard—o-of course, you have to practice with me. I, I will become proficient sooner or later," Akane said, puffing out her cheeks.
"...I meant study your school books," Satoru said.
"..."
Akane wondered if there was a hole somewhere on the rooftop she could just crawl into!
You're getting less and less innocent, Akane!
"W-why did you suddenly bring that up?" Akane asked softly.
"I have to go abroad someday," Satoru said softly.
His breath puffed against Akane's ample chest, giving her a ticklish sensation. Akane was startled: "G-go abroad?"
"That's right, so you must study hard," Satoru said.
He recalled the faces of the three girls he saw in the hallway, familiar yet strange.
Damn this country, he really couldn't stand being here for another moment!!