Yo.
Been a while lads.
We have chapter 7 of erotic misfortune.
Hope you all are looking forward to this, it will be a blast!
Please enjoy.
Start:
Class had ended for the day, though the heavy atmosphere lingered within the walls of Classroom 1-D. Hirata stood confidently behind the podium, effortlessly capturing everyone's attention with his earnest voice and reassuring charisma. Almost all the students remained, still shaken by Chabashira-sensei's earlier revelations.
Toward the back, Sudo sat slouched at his desk, his forehead resting heavily against his forearm. Kiyotaka had only just brought him back after their rooftop talk. Though Sudo still appeared sullen, his explosive temper had cooled considerably.
Kiyotaka reclined quietly in his seat, observing the room's dynamic. Voices murmured softly around him, students quietly discussing points, anxieties, and uncertain futures.
"Ayanokouji!"
A sudden outburst broke the calm as Yamauchi scrambled from under Kiyotaka's desk. He looked pale, eyes wide with desperation.
"Hm? What's wrong?" Kiyotaka asked neutrally, shifting his gaze toward the panicking classmate.
"Please, man! Buy this off me for 20,000 points! I can't afford anything anymore!" he cried, slapping a glossy, unopened game console onto Kiyotaka's desk like it was a sacred relic.
Kiyotaka tilted his head. "Didn't you just buy that last week?"
"Yeah, yeah—but now I'm broke! I haven't eaten since breakfast!"
"And you think selling me your console for twenty thousand is reasonable?"
"It's a limited edition!"
"I'll give you one thousand points for it." Kiyotaka offered flatly.
Yamauchi nearly collapsed. "Dude, come on! You're my last hope!"
"Why am I always the only one you come to?"
Yamauchi faked a sniffle. "You're so calm and collected! You've got that dark horse vibe, like… like a lone wolf with a savings account!"
Kiyotaka gave him a bland stare before turning his gaze elsewhere. "Try someone else," he replied.
A bit cold? Perhaps, but while Kiyotaka did have etiquette and kindness now instilled in him, that didn't mean that he could always offer a helping hand.
If he had limitless points or so much of it, he would have helped.
Alas, being poor as he was just like everyone in the room, Kiyotaka was certainly in no position to help out the guy.
Frustrated, Yamauchi bolted toward Sotomura, raising his price as he went. The Professor stared blankly, confused by the sudden assault.
Nearby, Kikyou Kushida watched the desperate Yamauchi with a gentle smile before she got up and walked over toward Kiyotaka. She leaned slightly toward him, brushing a loose strand of her golden-brown hair behind her ear.
"Kiyotaka-kun," Kushida murmured sweetly, eyes studying him closely. Her gaze softened, admiration flickering behind her carefully constructed mask. Yet beneath that soft exterior, a darker thought simmered.
'He's always so composed, so irritatingly calm. What's it going to take for him to break?'
He turned, curiosity masked by his surface-apathetic gaze.
"I wanted to ask you earlier… are you okay on points?" her tone conveying worry for a friend, though it was anything but that deep down.
He nearly blinked before nodding. "I'm fine. I spent about forty thousand last month, So I still have sixty thousand left.."
Kushida tilted her head, her voice dropping in volume. "That's good. I was a little worried."
"What about you?"
Kushida gave a nervous laugh, brushing her bangs behind her ear. "Girls spend a lot, y'know? Shampoo, accessories… the list goes on."
He raised a brow.
"Okay, maybe I splurged a little," she admitted, lips curling mischievously. "I've been more careful in the last week. Thank God for that."
Before Kiyotaka had the chance to reply, Karuizawa strolled up to them, pointedly ignoring Kiyotaka as she gazed at the most popular girl in class. "Um, Kushida-san? Do you have a second?" Kei asked, slightly hesitant but attempting to mask her embarrassment.
"Sure, Karuizawa-san. What's up?"
"I'm kinda short on points this month and, well… could I borrow around 2,000 points? I'll pay you back at the first chance. I promise"
Kushida hesitated for a beat. She knew the smart move was to say no—but the role of 'friendly girl' didn't permit such lines.
"Sure," she said with a smile. "We're friends, after all. I'll send you the points later tonight"
Karuizawa beamed in relief. "You're the best."
Those words pretty much caused Kushida to beam as she sent a lovely and genuinely happy smile at the blonde, appreciative of the words. "Happy to help." She chirped instantly.
The masterpiece of the whiteroom simply alternated his gaze between the two woman as he took note of their interaction. At the same time, Kei shifted slightly, her eyes meeting Kiyotaka's.
Instantly, her cheeks flared a deep, powerful crimson before she suddenly huffed, spinning on her heel and walking off, embarrassed.
It took considerable willpower for Kiyotaka to not sigh.
Though he couldn't blame Karuizawa Kei for her embarrassment considering that incident from three weeks ago. It was going to be a long while before either of them could forget it. If such a thing was possible.
Before he could delve deeper into the thought, the loudspeaker crackled to life overhead.
"Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, first-year, Class 1-D. Please report to the faculty office. Chabashira-sensei wishes to speak with you."
Kiyotaka sighed quietly, rising from his seat. Kushida offered a sympathetic smile.
"Guess you're popular with the teachers, too," she teased softly, though inwardly, she was extremely curious as to why, along with wondering about the interaction between Kiyotaka and Kei.
So many questions, and not one answer.
Kushida pouted inwardly before huffing, so subtle that no one but Kiyotaka caught it.
"Seems that way," he replied neutrally, already making his way out.
Exiting the classroom, Kiyotaka felt several curious stares burning into his back. He ignored them, calmly making his way down the deserted hallway toward the faculty office.
Arriving at the large wooden door, he paused momentarily, knocking firmly. A gentle voice called from inside.
"Come in."
Opening the door, Kiyotaka entered, his eyes immediately settling on a teacher he hadn't encountered often. She stood before a large mirror, inspecting her reflection closely.
Long, wavy, shoulder-length hair cascaded down her back, framing a mature, strikingly attractive face. Her figure was extraordinarily voluptuous, her form-fitting skirt clinging seductively to full hips and a generously curved rear. The subtle stretch of her blouse outlined large, softly rounded breasts, and her legs, sheathed in dark stockings, seemed impossibly long and elegant.
"Oh! Hello~," she laughed gently, turning toward him. Her warm brown eyes gleamed with amusement. "You must be Ayanokouji-kun, right?"
"Yes. Is Chabashira-sensei here?" he asked calmly, keeping his gaze carefully neutral, despite the undeniable allure radiating from her body.
"Hmm, Sae-chan was here just a minute ago…" She placed a slender finger thoughtfully to her plush lips. "She might've stepped out briefly, would you like to wait inside?"
"No, thank you. I'll wait in the hall," Kiyotaka replied evenly, already turning away from the sultry teacher.
He didn't particularly enjoy being inside the faculty office. Attention gathered there like dust on glass—unwanted and inevitable. The hallway, by comparison, offered solitude, shadows, and silence. And yet, to his quiet dismay, the voluptuous woman didn't remain behind.
"Oh-ho~ playing hard to get, are we?" Hoshinomiya Chie hummed cheerfully, her heels clicking as she followed him out into the corridor like a predator in no rush to pounce. "You're shy, huh? That's adorable. Just like Sae-chan said."
Kiyotaka offered no reply.
"I'm Hoshinomiya Chie," she added without being asked, walking at his side with a light bounce to her steps. "In charge of Class 1-B. I've been best friends with Sae-chan since high school, so we go way back. That's why we call each other Sae-chan and Chie-chan~."
Her voice had a singsong quality, childlike in tone but far from innocent. Her curvaceous body swayed with each step.
"You're not very talkative, huh?" Chie teased, peeking up at him with playful suspicion. "Most boys your age would be fumbling over themselves right now."
"I'm fine like this," Kiyotaka replied, tone neutral, eyes straight.
She giggled, watching him more closely. ""I've heard about you, you know. You're kinda popular. Mysterious, quiet… and apparently broke an Olympic swimming record recently?
'So that rumor spread to teachers too,' Kiyotaka mused silently. "Its just rumors, Hoshinomiya-Sensei."
"Oh?" She smirked coyly, victoriously. "But your swimsuit instructor was repeatedly bragging about you. You wouldn't be calling him a liar now, would you?"
…
Silence was all that he offered.
Which was more than enough for the homeroom teacher of class B who confirmed the rumors.
But Hoshinomiya's curiosity wasn't superficial. Kiyotaka could tell that much.
Her eyes, though bright and playful, were sharp. Like a cat watching a mouse that hadn't realized it was cornered. He'd met enough personalities by now to know she wasn't just some bubbly airhead. Beneath that flirty smile, she was measuring him.
She slowed her pace slightly, letting him move just a step ahead. Her eyes drifted down to his back… then lower to his butt.
'Hmm… not bad at all~' she thought, licking her lips discreetly.
"So, Ayanokouji-kun," she said with honeyed sweetness, "do you already have a girlfriend?"
He turned his head, catching the sly tilt of her head.
"…No."
"Ehhh~? But you're so handsome. Tall, lean, quiet… Are you one of those guys who likes to play hard to get? Or are you secretly a flirt?"
She slid closer, her ample breasts brushing lightly against his arm. She didn't lean in—she pressed in. And her hands, slender and soft, found their way around his forearm as she looked up at him with deliberate innocence.
Kiyotaka stayed still, ignoring the way his pulse subtly picked up.
"If we were in the same class," she continued in a whisper, "I'd never leave you alone, you know? I bet I could get you to talk if I tried hard enough…"
Her voice lingered, warm and laced with innuendo. Then her hand rose—cupping his cheek briefly, her thumb tracing his jawline.
He didn't flinch, but his muscles tensed.
She noticed, eyes glittering.
"Oh~?" she giggled. "So you're not completely made of stone after all."
Before she could say more, a sharp voice interrupted.
"What are you doing, Hoshinomiya-sensei?"
With a firm thwack, a clipboard smacked down onto Chie's head.
"Owww! Sae-chan!" she whined dramatically, crouching and rubbing her skull.
Kiyotaka turned to see Chabashira standing nearby, her expression locked in a scowl.
"Stop harassing my student," Chabashira retorted coldly, eyes narrowed dangerously.
"I was just keeping him company while waiting for you," Chie argued playfully, sticking out her lower lip. She turned back to Kiyotaka, eyes sparkling mischievously. "Me and Kiyotaka-Kun were just starting to bond."
Unsure of what to say, the student in question chose to remain silent, wisely opting not to utter a word.
Chabashira sighed deeply, a look of tired annoyance crossing her face. "It would've been better if you'd left him alone. Now, come along, Ayanokouji. Let's go to the guidance office."
Kiyotaka tilted his head slightly. "The guidance office, Sensei? Did I do something wrong?"
"Nothing like that," Chabashira replied sharply, already moving toward the hallway. "It's merely a private matter."
Oh… seeing as he had no reason to refuse, Kiyotaka turned, beginning to follow, but stopped as Chie's gentle hand grasped his shoulder lightly, her slender fingers warm and delicate through his uniform.
"Oh, Sae-chan," Chie purred, eyes twinkling impishly. "Are you perhaps hoping for some… private tutoring time with your handsome student?"
Chabashira froze briefly, turning a venomous glare back at her friend. "Don't spout nonsense."
Chie giggled lightly, leaning in closer to Kiyotaka, her soft curves brushing briefly against his arm. "But honestly, I envy Sae-chan. If a student as interesting and as handsome as Kiyotaka-kun was in my class, I'd have trouble not spending a bit of… extra time with him."
"Enough, Chie," Chabashira hissed, cheeks faintly tinged with irritation and embarrassment. "This is a Class D matter. There's no need for your continued presence."
"Hmm," Chie mused aloud, pretending to consider it seriously. "Are you saying I'm forbidden from the guidance office now? That's no fun, Sae-chan. Besides, maybe I could help provide some... insight."
Kiyotaka watched the exchange neutrally, internally feeling more like a pawn between two very different chessmasters than a participant in a normal student-teacher interaction.
Before Chabashira could retort further, a gentle, hesitant voice interrupted the scene.
"Hoshinomiya-sensei?"
All three turned to find Ichinose Honami standing nearby, face already flushing a deep, vivid shade of crimson. Her beautiful, light-pink hair cascaded gently over her slender shoulders, framing her innocent, striking features. Her bright blue eyes, usually so confident, now darted nervously toward Kiyotaka, instantly looking away again, cheeks burning fiercely.
Kiyotaka recognized her immediately. Memories of their first encounter, embarrassingly intimate and awkwardly erotic, flooded back to him—clearly something Honami was also remembering vividly, given the heat radiating from her blush.
Chie, ever observant, tilted her head slightly. "Ah, Honami-chan! What's wrong? Oh… are you feeling alright? You look rather flushed."
Honami swallowed, forcing herself to speak past her embarrassment.
"I-I'm alright S-Sensei, but can you please come with me, I need your help with something."
Chie grinned knowingly, gaze flicking curiously between Honami and Kiyotaka. "Is that right? Hmm. But first tell me why you're so nervous, Honami-chan? Could it perhaps have something to do with the handsome young man here?"
"I—n-no, Sensei! That's not—!" Honami stammered quickly, waving her hands frantically in denial, though her panicked blush grew impossibly brighter.
Unable to help herself, Chie laughed softly, turning her amused gaze back to Kiyotaka. "Oh my. It seems you have quite the effect on girls, Kiyotaka-kun. Even our lovely Ichinose Honami-chan is flustered around you."
The young man shrugged awkwardly, the emotionless look on his face still persisting.
Chabashira, clearly done with the situation, stepped forward impatiently. "Hoshinomiya, go deal with your student. Ayanokouji, follow me."
Chie smiled brightly once more, reluctantly releasing her gentle hold on Kiyotaka's shoulder. "Alright, Sae-chan. Don't keep him too long, okay? I'm sure he has plenty of admirers waiting eagerly."
With a final playful wink at Kiyotaka, Chie turned toward Honami, gently guiding the blushing and embarrassed girl down the hall.
Chabashira watched them go, releasing an exasperated sigh as she turned back to Kiyotaka. "Follow me, quickly."
Without another word, he obediently followed her.
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After following Chabashira through the staff corridor, Kiyotaka had barely stepped into the quiet guidance office when the door creaked open once more a minute after.
Horikita entered a moment later, her expression as composed as ever, though her eyes flicked briefly toward him in subtle surprise before focusing on their homeroom teacher. The soft click of the door closing behind her marked the beginning of a conversation that felt anything but casual.
She didn't bother with pleasantries.
Instead, Horikita launched directly into her frustration—about being placed in Class D, about the unfairness of it, and how someone of her caliber didn't belong among students who barely took things seriously. Her voice, sharp and pointed, didn't crack once. Her conviction was firm, her complaint calculated. And in truth, Kiyotaka didn't disagree with most of what she said.
Chabashira, however, remained unfazed.
Calmly, she countered and revealed that while Horikita may have ranked in the top three academically during the entrance exams, Advanced Nurturing University didn't assign class placements based on test scores alone. That had clearly struck a nerve. Horikita's brows furrowed, her lips thinning ever so slightly in annoyance. And yet, she didn't interrupt. She listened.
The entrance exam had assessed more than grades—it also measured social aptitude, emotional stability, teamwork, adaptability, and a host of other invisible metrics that contributed to a student's overall value to society.
Was Chabashira supposed to reveal some of the means for how the students were evaluated?
No. she most certainly wasn't allowed to do so.
But in the quite solitary of this room, she had a bit of freedom to at least give an explanation or two.
And the one she gave was practically harmless.
A piece of information that no longer benefited them, hence why she revealed it.
But the bottom line was that, Class D wasn't just for students with poor grades. It was for those who, despite their strengths, had a flaw severe enough to land them at the bottom of the school's hierarchy in some way and form.
Chabashira made it clear: every single person in Class D was there for a reason. Even Horikita.
Whether she liked it or not, she was lumped in with the rest of Class D because of her own shortcomings.
If she wanted to reach Class A, she would need to overcome more than just exams. She would need to lead. She would need to elevate everyone around her—not just herself. The school's structure didn't reward individual excellence. It rewarded collective achievement. And that meant bringing Class D up with her.
Horikita didn't take kindly to the suggestion. She asked bluntly how she was expected to raise a group of incompetent students who lacked discipline, ambition, or even basic awareness of the stakes involved.
That was when Chabashira gestured subtly to Ayanokouji, who had remained silent the entire time.
Without warning, she pulled up his entrance scores on a nearby tablet and handed it to Horikita.
A perfect row of fifties. Every subject, exactly 50 out of 100.
Horikita blinked, clearly caught off guard. She didn't even try to hide her disbelief.
Chabashira didn't confirm it outright, but she didn't need to. The message was clear.
If someone like that was hiding in Class D, then Horikita's view of her classmates being useless was no longer airtight.
Chabashira ended the conversation by stating the obvious: if Horikita wanted to rise, she would need Ayanokouji's cooperation. Whether she liked it or not, he was part of the class she needed to elevate. And maybe, just maybe, he was the key to doing it.
With little more to say, Horikita left the office a minute after she and the homeroom teacher had discussed more words, eyes narrowed, thoughts visibly running deep. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Ayanokouji alone with Chabashira in the quiet office.
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Silence settled in the guidance office once the soft click of the door confirmed Horikita's departure, leaving only Kiyotaka and Chabashira. Neither spoke immediately, each quietly measuring the other, tension humming faintly between them like electricity.
Chabashira finally broke the silence, leaning back into the couch with a cool expression, her legs crossed elegantly beneath the tight fabric of her pencil skirt. Her piercing gaze, as calm and unreadable as always, remained fixed on Kiyotaka.
"You seem bothered, Ayanokouji," she remarked softly. "Something on your mind?"
"Not exactly thrilled with how you manipulated the situation," he responded evenly, his tone carefully neutral.
Her lips curled slightly—a faint, humorless chuckle escaping her. It was a sound devoid of warmth. "Funny, I was just about to say something similar about you."
Kiyotaka tilted his head slightly, wordlessly prompting her to continue.
"You hiding your true abilities isn't exactly something I approve of," Chabashira continued plainly, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. "Deliberately scoring exactly fifty on every entrance exam…that isn't something you do by accident. You've made yourself practically invisible to the students and most of the faculty who don't hold your record, but in doing so, you've attracted attention from those that do."
"I suppose that's a contradiction," Kiyotaka acknowledged calmly. "But everyone has their reasons."
"Is that so?" Chabashira's tone sharpened slightly, eyes narrowing as she leaned forward, pressing gently. "Why, exactly, would someone with your talents choose to blend in so perfectly? You're clearly capable—intelligent, strategic, and exceptionally perceptive. And yet you chose mediocrity. Why?"
Kiyotaka hesitated momentarily, though his composed expression never wavered. "Perhaps I just wanted a quiet university life."
Chabashira arched a delicate eyebrow skeptically, clearly unconvinced. "A quiet life? At a school designed explicitly to challenge students to their absolute limits? Forgive me, but that's not particularly believable, is it?"
He didn't immediately respond, letting the words hang between them.
Kiyotaka had his reasons for joining this particular school but that reason wasn't something he was interested in sharing with her.
And evidently, said teacher understood that.
It was why the silence didn't stretch out for long as Chabashira finally leaned back again, shifting the angle of her gaze as she spoke again. "Doesn't it bother you? Your classmates—the people you might call friends—have suffered greatly because of your choice to stay quiet."
Kiyotaka remained stoic, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, merely observing as Chabashira continued speaking.
"You knew," she stated firmly, her voice cutting directly to the point. "You figured out the true nature of the S-System weeks before I revealed it. I could tell. It was obvious enough from your behavior alone, but even more obvious after the locker room incident."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, playing dumb. "What do you mean?"
Chabashira's lips quirked subtly upward, clearly satisfied to have caught his interest. "Sudou Ken's sudden transformation. Two-three days after Tanaka's expulsion, he started attending lectures consistently, paying attention, keeping quiet, even arriving early. That's not the behavior of someone oblivious to the consequences."
"He's trying to improve," Kiyotaka replied, carefully keeping his voice neutral.
"Then how do you explain the fact that he was amongst the most calm of students when I revealed the truth?" Chabashira pressed pointedly. "Sudou's not the kind of student who figures these things out on his own—Someone had to have warned him, considering your friendship with him, and given your unique awareness and calmness throughout, there's only one logical conclusion."
"Especially when you yourself were equally calm. Add that in with your test scores, your feat of breaking the world record, and we have an extraordinary student. See how the dots begin to connect? Hmm."
Kiyotaka said nothing. He didn't confirm nor deny it, but his silence was confirmation enough.
Chabashira allowed herself a small, knowing smile. "You had the power to prevent Class D from hitting zero points. Yet you chose silence. Why?"
Kiyotaka answered calmly, clearly having anticipated such a question. "Because even if I'd tried explaining it to them, most wouldn't have listened. People believe what's convenient. Facing reality would have meant sacrificing comfort. Most students wouldn't willingly abandon their easy lives unless forced to do so. My warnings wouldn't have changed much. Even if i took more drastic actions, such as the stupidity of some of my classmates."
She regarded him silently, her cold eyes assessing him for several seconds. Finally, she snorted softly, her gaze lingering thoughtfully on him. "That's certainly true. Most of your classmates are shortsighted. Perhaps they needed this harsh lesson."
"They wouldn't have changed without it," Kiyotaka affirmed quietly.
Chabashira's eyes flickered with quiet approval, acknowledging the logic of his argument, but she didn't voice it aloud.
"Still," she said after a brief pause, "You don't strike me as entirely indifferent, Ayanokouji. It would've been simpler for you to remain passive and do nothing about Sudou. Yet you went out of your way to change at least one person's behavior. That doesn't exactly align with your claim of desiring nothing but a quiet life."
"Quiet doesn't necessarily mean isolated," he replied evenly. "It just means I'd rather avoid unnecessary attention or complications. Improving Sudou was simply a way to reduce potential trouble in the future. His disruptive behavior was attracting unwanted attention to the entire class."
"Besides…" Kiyotaka added, his tone softening slightly, though it was nearly impossible to detect the change. "He's my friend. Of course I would help and warn him."
Her lips twitched, betraying a brief flicker of genuine amusement and surprise. "Interesting." Certainly not the response she had been expecting to hear.
Hope bloomed in her heart and Chabashira's eyes softened just slightly, her expression less critical and more genuinely intrigued. "Let me ask you something, Ayanokouji. Would you be willing to help Class D reach Class A? even if it meant being in the spotlight."
He considered her question carefully, weighing the implications. Finally, after a measured pause, he answered calmly, "I don't particularly mind helping Class D advance. But I do have two conditions."
Her interest was clear, visible in the subtle tension of her posture. "Name it."
"The first is that you stop creating unnecessary problems for me, such as calling me by the announcements." he stated bluntly. "It's an inconvenience."
Chabashira looked genuinely surprised for the first time, blinking as she considered his condition. After a moment's hesitation, her expression shifted to quiet acknowledgment. "Fair enough. You have my word, Ayanokouji. I'll refrain from actively causing further issues."
Satisfied, Kiyotaka nodded once. "And the second is in regards to your statement about being in the spotlight. I realise that if I choose to help, then one way or another, I will be dragged into the spotlight, but until that happens, I wish to enjoy the brief time of quiet that I can have while helping the class indirectly. If you're fine with that, then I don't have any reason to refuse."
The tension gradually dissipated between them. Chabashira rose gracefully from her seat, straightening her skirt slightly as she stood. "I don't mind that at all."
Kiyotaka followed her lead, standing as well, a mutual understanding now firmly established.
"I'll hold you to your word," she said quietly, almost appreciatively.
"I'd expect nothing less," he replied evenly.
They exchanged a firm yet respectful handshake, sealing their quiet agreement. Her hand was soft yet surprisingly strong, a reflection of the woman herself.
He turned smoothly, heading toward the door, his thoughts already drifting to the solitude awaiting him back at the dormitory. Yet, just as his fingers brushed against the cool metal of the handle, Chabashira's voice called out to him.
"Wait, Ayanokouji—there's one more thing."
Pausing mid-motion, he glanced back over his shoulder, noticing her walking toward him with quickened steps. Her usually composed expression showed a fleeting hint of urgency.
"I almost forgot—there's a matter we need to discuss regarding—"
Her words abruptly cut off as her foot landed awkwardly upon the smooth tiled floor, slipping on an overlooked file folder that had silently slid from the nearby desk. Her balance shattered sharply, sending her stumbling forward uncontrollably with a gasp.
Reflexively, she reached out to steady herself, but instead her fingertips snagged sharply on the buttons of her blouse. The force ripped them open in one violent tug, sending the fabric fluttering wide open.
Her enormous breasts burst free, bouncing obscenely out of the confines of her blouse and the lacey black bra that desperately strained to contain their incredible size. The sudden, violent motion caused the already overburdened bra to snap entirely, the torn garment slipping instantly from her shoulders, tumbling uselessly to the floor.
At the same time, Kiyotaka's foot came down hard onto a tiny marble hidden by his shoe. His leg shot out from beneath him as he crashed back against the office wall with a hard thud, leaving him momentarily dazed. Before he could fully regain himself, Chabashira's voluptuous figure slammed into him, pinning him helplessly.
His entire face was immediately smothered by the overwhelmingly massive shapely tits of his teacher.
Her enormous, perfectly round breasts enveloped his entire face completely, their soft, pillowy fullness molding effortlessly around every angle of his face. His nose and mouth sank deeply into the hot, silky flesh, the warm pressure fully sealing his vision in a suffocating embrace of pure softness.
"Mmmph…!" Kiyotaka's muffled voice vibrated against her bare chest, trapped completely inside.
To say Kiyotaka's senses were completely dominated by the intoxicating feeling of her naked breasts enveloping him was putting it lightly. Sae's silky, fragrant skin was hot against him, flooding him with sensations he hadn't anticipated experiencing from his normally reserved teacher.
At the same time, Chabashira froze.
Her eyes were wide open, face instantly flushed crimson with shocked embarrassment. Her knees had landed on either side of his legs, inadvertently straddling him tightly against the wall. Her heart hammered loudly as raw arousal mixed shamefully with embarrassment, every nerve ending electrified by the intimate friction of his lips and nose dragging unintentionally across her bare, sensitive skin.
The teacher whimpered softly, biting her lower lip to suppress the moan building rapidly in her throat.
After a torturously long moment, Chabashira finally managed to brace her trembling hands against the wall and pushed herself upright with an embarrassed gasp, releasing his face from her enormous breasts. Her chest heaved softly as she desperately attempted to close her blouse, failing utterly to conceal those fat heaving tits of hers.
"A-A-Ayanokouji…I…!" She stammered, her voice shaking with lingering embarrassment and unwanted arousal. Her cheeks burned bright red, turning her frame away so as to have some privacy and cover her breasts from his gaze. "I am so dearly sorry!" she squeaked, any and all elements of cool practically thrown out of the window.
Kiyotaka carefully regained his composure, quickly schooling his expression back to neutrality despite his racing pulse. He forced a calm breath, though his cheeks held a small blush of his own. "I understand. It was an accident."
Considering his luck, it was nothing new.
End.
I feel bad for our guy.
Two of his main love interests from canon are now so self-conscious of him.
Though with Kei and Honami, things should gradually smoothen over as we head into future chapters and arcs.
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