After being satisfied several times in a row, Arisa Kurusu's mind was a hazy mess. She clung to Alistair, unwilling to let go, and Alistair didn't pull away, taking a moment to slowly savor the afterglow.
"Alright, you two. Still hugging over there?"
Seira Kannonzaka finished processing the documents and, seeing no sign of the pair, walked over. Spotting them basking in the aftermath, she couldn't help but rub her forehead and speak with a hint of exasperation.
"Oh."
Although Arisa wanted to linger in the moment, lying on the floor was admittedly a bit uncomfortable. Under Seira's prompting, she gave a soft response and finally disentangled her limbs from Alistair.
Squelch—
The massive "cannon" withdrew from the secret garden with a wet, faint sound.
Alistair stood up, intending to step forward so Arisa could clean herself up, but to his surprise, Seira spontaneously knelt down. She took hold of Alistair's shaft and began cleaning it with her mouth.
Wait, this...
Alistair was stunned for a second, then immediately leaned back to enjoy it. Seira's proactive behavior proved that her accumulated "Lust" had finally pushed past its limit. Alistair was more than happy to indulge her; since her restraint had hit its peak, there was no more room for the desire to grow—it was time to harvest.
"Phew! That was so intense. We should find another chance to try that later," Arisa said as she pulled up her panties. A bit of fluid leaked out from her tunnel, making her feel a little awkward, but the thrill of nearly being caught had been genuinely exhilarating.
"Tsk, who knew? You actually have a thing for public exposure?" Alistair raised an eyebrow, looking at Arisa's lingering post-orgasmic flush.
"I don't have an exposure fetish. It's just the feeling of almost getting caught that's exciting. If anyone actually saw us, I'd probably kill them—unless it was another girl," Arisa countered, smoothing out her disheveled skirt.
"I'm not into that either, though I do have a bit of an interest in 'Cuckolding' people," Alistair said as he tucked away his "cannon," now licked clean by Seira.
"Heh... what a depraved interest," Seira remarked, swallowing the remnants in her mouth with a mocking smile.
"It's not so bad."
Alistair had zero self-awareness; in fact, he took it as a point of pride. For someone like him, "depraved" was a compliment. Deep down, he hadn't really done many "evil" things; he was just driven by his interests. And what were those interests? Obviously, anything erotic.
"Anyway, from now on, you can come and go as you please at our school. You don't even have to attend classes. Even after the exchange program ends, you're welcome back—though I suggest being discreet. Our school's public reputation is quite important," Seira said as she walked back to the chair behind her desk.
"Hmm? Why the sudden relaxation of the rules?" Alistair asked curiously. Even with Sonaya's influence, he didn't think it would reach the Board of Directors. Why had they suddenly dropped all restrictions? Had someone helped him out?
"The documents that just arrived were about you. A member of the Board proposed it, and a significant number of members agreed—many of whom are our family's business partners. Regardless, my mother gave the green light. These papers weren't for me to 'process'; they were more like a formal notice to inform me of the decision."
Seira casually tossed the files onto the desk, and they slid right in front of Alistair.
"Yoshino? I have no memory of that name. Why would he propose this?" Alistair looked up, bewildered. He had never met anyone with that surname. How could a total stranger make such a suggestion?
The name "Sakurazawa," on the other hand, was familiar. He still remembered the sweet, thick, and silky taste of Yuma Sakurazawa's milk. He'd love another taste of that. He figured Yuma must have told her parents about him. Perhaps Yuma really did have some special abilities; otherwise, her parents wouldn't have listened to her and supported him so strongly.
"You don't remember him? Oh, wait. My mother sent a text to remind me. This was actually proposed by Mr. Yoshino's wife. He just dotes on her, so he agreed. Although Mr. Yoshino presented it to the Board, the real proposer was Mrs. Yoshino. My mother wanted me to ask if you knew anything about her."
Seira checked her phone and saw her mother's message. Recalling Alistair's "depraved" declaration just now, her expression became quite strange.
"What? Mrs. Yoshino? I have no idea. Look, I might have a thing for married women, but I don't even know this family. I've never heard the name. How could I have a relationship with her?"
Alistair was genuinely confused. If he had done it, he'd admit it without hesitation. Any woman he bedded was bound to be beautiful, and he was always happy to have more "toys." But this was a total mystery. Was he being framed?
"You really don't know?" Seira found it hard to believe, but Alistair had no reason to lie.
"I really don't. I was back in the countryside for a while, and there wasn't a single Yoshino there. It's impossible. Now, if you're talking about Mr. Sakurazawa among the supporters, I know him. I've been involved with Yuma Sakurazawa, so that's probably her doing." Alistair shrugged helplessly.
"That is strange. Mr. Yoshino holds a high position on the Board. He wouldn't make such a move without a reason. Even if his beloved wife asked, he wouldn't blindly propose something without knowing the facts. People at that level don't make brainless decisions. Are you sure your family didn't pull some strings?" Seira asked, eyeing him with suspicion.
"My family are basically all normal people. My parents passed away—you can check the records—and my grandfather is the same. Most of what I know, you've already dug up. My master only started teaching me recently."
Alistair was beginning to doubt himself. In his memory, his parents were dead and his grandfather was in another world (which was as good as dead before the gate opened). This whole situation was baffling.
"Fine... how strange. What could the reason be?" Seira sat back, pinching her chin in thought.
"Yeah, yeah, a real mystery," Alistair nodded dismissively, thinking he'd check in with his secretary tomorrow and have her look into it.
Wait? What is this? Holy shit! The Cult of Kisaki!
Alistair flipped through the documents and noticed two seals at the end. One was a standard red seal, but the other was purple. The pattern on the purple seal was identical to the one he had seen when he nearly got caught investigating that mysterious cult—the Cult of Kisaki.
"What is it? Did you find a lead?" Seira noticed his change in expression. Arisa leaned in curiously as well.
"This seal... it looks a bit odd. You don't see purple seals very often," Alistair pointed to the purple mark.
"Oh, that? That's the exclusive seal for Board documents. Special files always have it. Though, I don't know how they define 'special.' Sometimes it's there, sometimes it isn't. My mother never explained the criteria, so we usually just ignore it," Arisa explained before Seira could speak. To her, it was just a quirk of the higher-ups' style.
"Has it always been around?" Alistair asked.
"No, it only started appearing after my mother took office. We don't know the details. Is there a problem with it?" Arisa shook her head. She had asked her mother about it before, but was only told it was a "partnership seal." Since she couldn't get a straight answer, she had stopped caring.
"No, just curious." Alistair shook his head. He hadn't realized the Cult of Kisaki's influence ran this deep. The seal likely meant the order came directly from them. And the current leader was likely Shima Izuki. Is that woman watching me? He doubted it was that personal; she was probably just reacting to his status as an "exchange student."