Hoo—
Ignoring the melancholy, suspicious, and nervously tense upperclassman, back in the classroom, the cute silver-haired, red-eyed beauty, Anya, was biting her fingernail, staring vacantly at her desk. It was as if she were wrestling with a major thought.
Under the desk, her slender legs were shaking.
"What exactly happened earlier?"
The abnormal physical change she experienced had sent Anya's mind racing. It wasn't just a flight of fancy; that distinct, pleasant wave of pleasure hadn't subsided completely even now.
Although the intense sensation was gradually fading.
But my panties are soaked. They're still sticky, which makes me unconsciously wriggle.
Restored to normalcy, Anya finally had the mental space to think. Her seductive, pale legs still twitched slightly from spasms. Whenever she recalled the burning sensation in her body, she couldn't help but place her hand over her skirt.
It was strange, too strange.
The sudden rush of inexplicable lust, then its equally sudden disappearance...
"Could it be connected to that Alex?"
Anya couldn't help but think so. After calming down and pondering, there was no one else but Alex. After all, she was arguing with him, and the incident started the moment she confronted him.
Even so, it was unbelievable. How could he make her body suddenly so sensitive? The only physical contact they had was the handshake.
Speaking of the handshake, what was I doing? Apologizing and shaking hands with him for no reason? That was completely out of character for her—it was a total disgrace.
Anya bit down on her fingernail harder, feeling anger, suspicion, and tension all at once.
Thinking about the sudden rush of arousal when their skin touched, as if he were a living aphrodisiac, Anya felt a slight sensation return. Her long, joined legs brushed against each other. Realizing what she was doing, she quickly shook her head, clutching her skirt tightly.
"It must be him!" The girl was not stupid. She was confused before, but now that she was clear-headed, even without proof, she had a general idea. She turned her head to check Alex's seat.
Finding it empty, Anya, her face pale yet flushed, pondered for a moment before getting up and leaving the classroom.
Unaware that the white-haired gyaru was now stalking him, Alex was in the restroom, turning into a hunter methodically consuming his prey... completely draining her. No matter how you looked at it,
Chloe, the girl with purplish-red hair, had no escape. Trapped in the hunter's cage, she was utterly at his mercy.
This was the girls' restroom. The door was locked. The temperature in the tiny space was steadily rising. Sweat, the girl's perfume, and her hot breaths mingled, making the air thick.
Chloe, sitting on the toilet seat, craned her neck upward. The boy's breath and scorching kisses fell upon her neck. She curled her toes, trying to endure the increasingly intense sensation of invasion and pleasure.
Just minutes ago, she was talking to Jake. Now, this awful guy had dragged her into the girls' restroom to do this... This should all belong to Jake.
Her pale, smooth skin, her soft breasts, and her most private places—all of it should have been for the upperclassman she loved. She wanted to devote it all to Jake.
Yet, now she was forced to accept another man's complete possession. Although this wasn't the first time, having just seen Jake, the pressure and shock for Chloe were even greater than yesterday.
Moreover, this was the girls' restroom. She could occasionally hear sounds from outside.
What if I'm discovered—
Every time she thought of this, she clamped her hand over her mouth, suppressing her moans. Her eyes were hazy... The 'hickies' on her neck and collarbone were numerous. They couldn't be hidden even by her clothes now.
Alex didn't care if others discovered them. In fact, he found it better that way.
"Huh? Did you guys hear something?"
"Hear what?"
"I think I heard..."
The girls' chatter outside made Chloe hold her breath, covering her mouth again, not daring to let out a single sound. It was precisely then that the despicable guy, buried in the soft flesh of her large chest, intentionally increased the force of his suction.
It made her toes clench.
"Wuu!"
The combination of arousal and slight pain stimulated Chloe unbearably. Like a puppet, she leaned against the wall, allowing him to manipulate her. Her delicate body was fluid and weak.
Despite her internal resistance, her body, her body was preparing itself for his entry, even anticipating, craving his presence.
This shouldn't be happening!
But she couldn't refuse. She couldn't yesterday, and today... she couldn't even more.
Chloe gasped softly, glancing at the boy buried in her lush cleavage. Feeling his wicked hand under her skirt, she bit her seductive cherry lips and slowly closed her eyes.
But a few seconds later, the sensations suddenly vanished.
Both the feeling on her chest and the feeling under her skirt.
She opened her eyes to see the boy, his fringed black bangs partially obscuring his forehead, looking at her calmly. Although he looked calm, Chloe felt a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"What's wrong, Chloe? Were you expecting something?" Alex pulled out a tissue to wipe his hand. Chloe knew exactly where the glistening moisture came from, and a look of shame and annoyance washed over her beautiful, delicate face.
"I wasn't expecting anything!" the girl said, her voice laced with resentment.
But it sounded less than firm.
Of course it wasn't firm. Alex shook his hand, still not entirely clean, and smiled. "Is that so? Are you sure?"
That smile, to Chloe, was as wicked as could be. She moved her lips. "What exactly, what exactly are you trying to do? In front of Jake, and then dragging me into the restroom to do bad things, and now—"
"What is your goal?"
"I don't have any goals, Chloe," Alex maintained his smiling expression, though in her eyes, it was somewhat cold. "It's simply amusing. Don't overthink it."
Amusing?
"Especially seeing you crave something yet remain unsatisfied, that's even more interesting," Alex teased.
Hearing this, the girl's face went white. "I, I, I am not unsatisfied!"
Her denial couldn't change her body's true reaction. The terrifying thing was that Alex was absolutely right: she was unsatisfied. She was prepared for him to enter, only for him to stop at the critical moment. In that instant, that split second,
She really did feel a sense of emptiness.
Precisely because of this, Chloe reacted so strongly. She would never admit it!
"Don't be embarrassed to admit it. I won't mock you, and I didn't do it on purpose, after all—"
He drew out his words, "After all, I didn't bring any condoms today, and doing that kind of thing is dangerous."
"Today is my safe period!" Chloe bit down, saying angrily.
"..."
Alex stared at her blankly, watching the girl's face cycle from white to red to dark, before finally being unable to resist laughing out loud. "Pffft—"
Remembering they were in the girls' restroom, he quickly covered his mouth.
Chloe found his laughter incredibly jarring. She hated her own words even more deeply now, as if she had desperately craved his affection. How could this be?
How can I be like this?
"I, I didn't, I didn't mean that! It's just..."
"No need to explain, Chloe. I understand everything."
You understand what? You did this on purpose!
The girl's chest heaved, churning like waves. "You, everything from Jake to just now, you did it on purpose! You are deliberately bullying me and toying with me!"
Dragging me away right in front of Senpai, doing dirty things in the girls' restroom, and then talking about how 'dangerous' it is—you're just treating me like a toy to be played with!
"Knowing is enough; there's no need to say it out loud."
"You—!"
Chloe's eyes reddened, tears welling up. She didn't know why, but she felt incredibly sad and hurt. Biting the corner of her mouth, she glared at Alex with wet eyes, her face streaked with tears and full of grievance.
"Why are you crying? While it's true that I am bullying you," Alex hadn't expected such a strong reaction. He cupped her chin, stroking her smooth cheek.
To be honest, he felt a slight pang of conscience.
His movements softened as he wiped away her tears.
"A beautiful girl like Chloe—everyone would want to bully you a little, right?" Alex pressed his body closer, inhaling her scent.
His finger slid from her eye to her nose, then to her mouth, gently caressing her moist lips. "But that doesn't mean I don't respect you, because... the only person allowed to bully you is me."
What kind of respect is that? That's just possessiveness.
No, come to think of it, ever since yesterday's assault, respect has had nothing to do with this!
Chloe wanted to say this, but—her body went soft. His gentle, intimate movements made her weak, and his tender touch made her heart melt.
But this time, Chloe didn't show much resistance or reaction, because she was almost getting used to it.
It must be because he did something to my body. It's all his fault. I just need to believe that.
Chloe, unsure what to say, tried to avoid his gaze, enduring the tingling sensation in her body. She turned her head. "Cl-Class is about to start—"
She had heard the bell earlier. The girls had all left, and the restroom was quiet.
It was a good chance to leave.
"Yes, and then what?"
Alex's hand slid down to her collarbone. Even though it was just a simple touch, something she'd experienced countless times, Chloe's body still trembled slightly, unable to bear it.
She realized her body was incredibly sensitive, especially around this wicked man.
"Go back to class."
"We won't attend the afternoon classes," Alex shook his head, refusing. Japanese schools usually had lighter courses in the afternoon. "We're going back."
Going back? Going where?
Chloe looked up in shock, meeting his dark eyes.
"Weren't you just complaining to me? So, we'll skip school and go back to my place. We can do whatever we want, for as long as we want."
Who was complaining to you?!
"You only came to school around noon, and now you're skipping the afternoon. You've barely had any classes," Chloe asked, surprised.
"Why bother with classes? Just attending is enough," Alex narrowed his eyes. "You want it, too, don't you?"
"..."
A few minutes later, on the empty track field, Alex and Chloe's departing figures were seen by Jake, who was looking out the classroom window. The popular upperclassman's expression grew significantly darker.
Anya wore a similar grim expression.
She searched everywhere, and that Alex actually ran off?!