The morning classes passed without incident.
Alex spent the entire time slumped on his desk, sleeping and resting. As for studying... although the school had many attractive teachers, he had zero interest in classes.
He could have rested at home, but the homeroom teacher woke him up with a phone call early in the morning, forcing him to come to school. That Ms. Miyu was a rather aggressive female teacher, and it seemed he had caught her attention.
Alex wasn't worried. No matter how aggressive she was, she was just an ordinary person. A teacher? I hope this homeroom teacher doesn't cry when I put her under my Absolute Control.
But she hadn't shown up all morning since he arrived, which was odd.
He felt like he'd been tricked.
"Having P.E. class scheduled in the morning is so strange," close to noon, Chloe fanned herself with a textbook. She checked the schedule and realized the next period was P.E., sighing dejectedly.
Generally, in Japanese schools, official academic courses were in the morning, and the afternoon was for other classes like P.E., Home Economics, swimming, etc.
The thought of doing P.E. under the midday sun, hungry, made Chloe slump onto her desk, discouraged.
"It's not all bad. We can grab a good spot in the cafeteria or the store before P.E. class," Mackenzie patted her shoulder comfortingly. "You didn't bring a lunchbox today, Chloe. Want to go to the cafeteria with me?"
"Yes, sure."
Chloe nodded, agreeing.
"Hehe, let's go to the changing room."
After chatting for a bit, the two left the classroom for the girls' changing room to change into gym clothes. As Chloe walked out the door, she secretly glanced at Alex's seat and saw he was still slumped there, motionless.
He seems to have been napping all day today, hasn't he?
He was always listless, but usually, he was on his phone. Today, he was just... Is it because he was too tired yesterday? Indeed, they had been so exaggerated, so fierce, and so rough yesterday.
But now he's getting his comeuppance. Look how pale he is. He must be exhausted. He shouldn't have acted like a maniac yesterday.
Wait, what am I thinking? Chloe hastily shook her head. What does his exhaustion have to do with me? Our relationship isn't that... And speaking of which, why have I been so focused on him these past two days?
I keep paying attention to him, always glancing at him between classes.
Chloe suddenly realized her own abnormality. She shook her head hard, trying to push away the chaotic thoughts. She opened her locker and took out her clean gym uniform.
Just as she unbuttoned her collar, the corner of her eye caught sight of the love bites on her chest. Her pupils shrank, and her body severely shivered. She finally realized a serious problem.
There was more than one love bite on her chest. There were also numerous handprint marks scattered across her pale, soft breasts. Not just on her tender cleavage, but also on her stomach, abdomen, thighs, back, and butt...
Even under her arms, she was covered in the marks of yesterday's lovemaking—a shocking sight. This, this—
There were quite a few girls in the changing room. If she changed here, everyone would see everything that shouldn't be seen, including her best friend, Mackenzie.
She would become the center of attention for the whole class, and she wouldn't be able to explain it!
"Chloe? What's wrong? Change your clothes."
"Um, later, I'll change later."
Chloe said secretively, covering herself with her clothes. She dared not expose even a small patch of skin now and could only wait until everyone left before changing.
She endured for over ten minutes, pretending to be busy on her phone. When the changing room was mostly empty, Chloe slipped into a corner and slowly took off her uniform.
From her rounded shoulder to her collarbone, and down to her full, soft breasts, large areas of her smooth, pale skin glowed with an inviting red hue.
The marks on her body were indeed somewhat exaggerated. They were all left by Alex, like a brand declaring her ownership, as if this girl named Chloe belonged to him.
No, judging by the current situation, I really am his property, aren't I?
Didn't he say so himself?
She put on her gym uniform, which completely covered the marks on her body. Just as she walked out of the changing room, "Huh? Is that... Anya?"
Anya's back disappeared around the corner. She didn't go downstairs; instead, she walked toward the classroom. Noticing this, Chloe paused.
"P.E. class is about to start. Why is she going to the classroom?"
Chloe, who should have been heading down to the track field, hesitated for a few seconds. Remembering the conversation between Anya and Alex this morning, Chloe turned and secretly followed Anya. She wasn't sure why she was doing it.
Year D, Class 1. Only Alex remained in the empty classroom.
His position hadn't changed. He was sound asleep on his desk, completely unaware that the classroom was empty. Anya, who quietly walked in, had her twin ponytails swaying.
Her uniform had been replaced by gym shorts and a short-sleeved top, revealing attractive, well-toned thighs and arms like lotus roots. She was tall, slender, and as dazzling as a succubus.
She slowly approached Alex.
Bang.
Her small hand slapped the desk, right next to his head. But the sleeping boy didn't react at all, making the white-haired girl's crimson eyes fill with exasperation.
Bang, bang.
"Who is it?" Finally roused, Alex blinked his eyes and looked up. Anya held her head high like a proud swan, purposefully puffing out her chest, like a peacock spreading its tail to attract a mate.
But Alex didn't catch on. "Who are you?"
"..."
"Alex! Are you still half asleep?!"
"Hmm? Anya?" He realized who the girl in front of him was. "It's you."
"Who else would it be? Is there anyone else in this class who talks to you?" The white-haired gyaru folded her arms and snorted, deliberately showcasing her firm thighs and arms, as well as the curve of her butt tightened by the shorts.
Rounded, firm, and plentiful.
Anya moved closer and sat on Alex's front desk. Her butt and thighs were only a hand's distance away from him, close enough to touch.
A scent filled the air—
"P.E. class is about to start. Why are you still lying here? Aren't you going to the track field?" Anya shifted her butt slightly.
"No," Alex recognized her blatant attempt at seduction. "And Anya, you're disturbing my sleep."
With that, he gently pushed her off.
"Ah! You—"
What is wrong with this guy? Is he seriously this dense? I changed clothes and offered myself up, and he's still unmoved. Am I really that unattractive?
Impossible!
Anya, practically grinding her teeth, glared at him for a moment. Seeing Alex continue to bury his head in his arms, her eyes darted around. She sat on the desk in front of him.
Plop.
Her shoe fell off, exposing her small, black-stockinged foot. She wiggled it twice. Then, she took a deep breath and reached under the desk. Her foot first touched Alex's knee.
Then his leg, and slowly moved upward... until it reached that important area.
Her toe curled, and then, she gently pressed—
Hiss!!
Alex and Anya gasped simultaneously.
I, I must be crazy. I'm doing this with Alex in an empty classroom! Anya's mind was overwhelmed with a storm of embarrassment, shame, awkwardness, and tension.
And a tiny bit of thrill.
She, who had always looked down on the boys around her, was doing this to a man for the first time.
But this is just to prove my appeal! I refuse to believe that in this situation, he can still ignore my beauty. Hmph, surely this shallow boy can't take it anymore.
Even if he has supernatural powers, he will succumb to my charm.
Anya rationalized her actions, shifting her small foot. She didn't seem to notice that her face was as red as a baboon's ass, and her breathing was getting heavier.
Alex hadn't expected her to go so far. He lifted his head, meeting the girl's shy, glistening eyes. "Anya, what are you doing?"
"I-I'm checking if you have a reaction," she explained defiantly. "You said you weren't interested in me before. You were obviously just showing off."
Hmph, men.
"Anya," Alex didn't know what to say. She had genuinely stumped him. He felt like he truly couldn't grasp the mentality of an H-Game heroine. "I genuinely am not interested in you."
Before she could speak, he continued, "After all that effort, didn't you notice? I had absolutely no reaction?"
Huh?
The silver-haired, red-eyed girl was stunned, bewildered. "Impossible!"
She reached her foot over again.
"You are playing with fire."
Alex narrowed his eyes.
Anya bit her lip, her face flushed red. She jumped off the desk and rushed toward him.
"I don't believe it! You must be lying to me..."
Her words abruptly cut off.
Anya had actively reached out with her hand, grasping his trousers... Alex was stunned. Is this girl for real?
Anya was immersed in the shock. She could feel that he genuinely hadn't reacted.
That's impossible!
Wait—
"Alex, are you... impotent?" Anya grew more suspicious the more she checked, lightly squeezing it several times.
Alex: "..."
Holy sh*t!
He had been checkmated. This time, it was Alex's face twitching. Without a second thought, he immediately put all his saved Affection Points into [Constitution].
He had vowed that he must save his points for skills.
But in this situation, being challenged and looked down upon, all skills were secondary. Nothing was more important than a man's dignity. Otherwise, he would be looked down upon forever.
His 10 Constitution instantly became 18 Constitution.
An influx of energy surged through his body.
It was important to note that 10 Constitution was the normal level for an adult male. 18 was already extremely formidable.
The sleeping python in Anya's hand was slowly waking up. The girl watched the entire process clearly, feeling its swelling growth the entire time.
So hot, so burning...
Wait! What am I holding?! The girl was terrified, but before she could pull her hand away, Alex gripped her wrist tightly, forcing her to hold the frightening thing.
"W-What are you doing?!"
Her body was heating up. He was close, his breath on her face, their bodies pressed together.
"You said I was impotent? I'm proving you wrong," Alex sneered, pinning Anya against the wall. "Anya, I told you that a smart person would choose to keep a low profile and stay away from danger."
"It seems you're not a smart person. You deliberately ran here to tempt me and provoke me. I assume you've considered the consequences of playing with fire?"
"N-No, don't~"
The girl struggled in panic.
Alex grabbed her soft, yielding breasts, kneading them right through her clothes. "It's too late to regret it now."
The temperature in the classroom steadily rose. Anya's struggles gradually weakened. She was caught between internal resistance and a confusing, intense desire.
And outside the classroom door, a girl was watching everything through the crack in the door.
"They are—"
Chloe, the peeping student, had a very complex mixture of feelings.