However, Akira didn't even have time to savor the moment before something even more stimulating happened: the class president actually put her hand into his pants pocket!
The pockets of the uniform pants were very deep, very close to his vital area. If she probed a little further, she could hold Akira's lifeblood in her hand.
This was already a sexually suggestive tease.
However, Anri Hitomi wasn't trying to manipulate Akira and his little brother; she merely placed something into his pants pocket, then quickly withdrew her hand, her cheeks also slightly flushed.
Akira looked at her in confusion, then put his hand into his pocket to confirm what she had put in.
Then he froze.
This feel, this shape… could it be!
Anri Hitomi's cheeks were hot and flushed. She fanned herself with her hand and said, feigning composure.
"Don't take it out yet, I'll be shy."
"This… so you really took them off?"
"Did you think my squirming just now was an act? I really wasn't used to the empty feeling…"
"But, class president, you… when we went upstairs together to return the key just now, I was walking behind you, and you weren't covering yourself. If I had walked a little slower, wouldn't I have…"
Seen everything?
"Yes, the thought of possibly being seen completely by Kuroba-kun made me very excited… And after getting used to it, the breezy feeling is quite comfortable, there's a sense of openness…"
Good heavens, not only did she quickly awaken a rather questionable interest, but she actually started to enjoy it!
Learning perverted behavior so quickly, is this what a genius is!
"Sure enough, this kind of game is very stimulating. I feel like I'm going to go bad."
"So, giving this to me is also some strange PLAY?"
"No, this is your 'deposit,' Kuroba-kun."
"Deposit?"
"Hmm, you could also call it 'leverage.' After all, if I suddenly stopped bringing Kuroba-kun bento, you wouldn't have any way to deal with it, right?"
"Ah…"
Indeed, although it was a transaction, it was just an agreement between the two of them, with no binding force. She could completely deny it.
"So as long as Kuroba-kun still has this, I won't unilaterally terminate the contract. But Kuroba-kun must not actually sell it, or I'll make the bento I bring you into dark cuisine and force you to eat it."
"What kind of torture is that… I won't sell it, really. Rather, if someone found out I had this, I'd be socially dead, so this is also 'leverage' against me, isn't it?"
"That's why I'm entrusting it to Kuroba-kun."
"Alright… it seems I have no choice but to accept it."
"Please take good care of it, okay? If you accidentally lose it, I won't take off another one for you."
"Yes, I will keep it as a valuable item."
Anri Hitomi smiled and nodded, then deliberately bent down to retrieve the coin from the coin return slot. From Akira's perspective, he almost saw the girl's secret garden… but in the end, he didn't.
Damn it, she was doing it on purpose! She had calculated everything!
"Well then, Kuroba-kun, see you tomorrow. Next time, I'll show you what I look like in casual clothes."
"Oh, oh…"
"Finally, Kuroba-kun, I, too, like black, but I still prefer white."
"Hmm?"
The class president put her change into her coin purse, and with her hands behind her back, she stuck out her little tongue at Akira.
"So, unfortunately… only the color, you guessed wrong."
She waved goodbye and left, striding confidently and gracefully, not at all looking like she wasn't wearing anything.
After the class president's back was out of sight, Akira took out the panties from his pocket that still had residual warmth, but it wasn't the warmth from that area; it should have just been warmed by the girl holding them in her hand, but it was enough to make one's imagination run wild.
Because its style was: hollow, semi-transparent, with lace patterns, and a bow…
But, it was white.
"…Sure enough, the class president is a repressed character."
After this incident, Akira gained four months of free lunch, a piping hot bottle of milk, and a warm pair of JK panties.
…
Watching Akira's receding figure, Anri Hitomi, hiding in the corner, took out the handkerchief she had just used to wipe his sweat from her pocket.
She looked around furtively, like a thief, and only after confirming no one was there did she pick up the handkerchief and bring it to her face.
She sniffed it, then stuck out her tongue and licked it.
"Sure enough… my tears are fainter."