Although it was nearly noon, because of the heavy rain, the outdoor temperature wasn't high at all.
On this chilly, clear daylight where wearing short sleeves would give one goosebumps from the cold wind, inside the student guidance room on the second floor of Building No. 1, it felt warm as spring.
Smoothing and buttoning up the shirt that someone had nearly torn apart, Hyoudou Tomoe opened her mouth to interrupt Kisaragi Miyuki's explanation:
"Stop with the 'I was just' already. What's done is done.
Do you really think it's appropriate to start drawing boundaries now, Miyuki?"
"The outcome won't change."
The gurgling sound from the bottom of her pantyhose left Miyuki speechless against the latter's words.
Indeed, with her current... teakettle-like state, anything she said lacked any persuasive power.
Moreover, deep down she didn't truly believe the barrier between them was impossible to cross.
After being countered by her fellow teacher, Kisaragi Miyuki silently pulled down her pencil skirt and said nothing.
She didn't respond, but Tomoe had no intention of stopping.
Now was a good time, they had time to sort out the relationships between everyone and make things clear.
Otherwise, continuing like this in a muddled way, what would that even be?
If she and Kisaragi Miyuki were strangers, she could ruthlessly tell her to stay away from Sasaki without hesitation.
There were already more than enough people around him, so, it was better to kick one out whenever possible.
But the two of them were very close, practically good friends... and since Miyuki clearly had feelings for Sasaki, she couldn't bring herself to tell her to back off.
If she did... it was entirely possible they would end up hating each other.
Since Miyuki didn't want to leave... then she shouldn't.
Let her stay and join her.
Anyway, they could help each other out.
She knew Sasaki already had several much younger little lovers.
Those young girls had already formed their own group.
On her own, she was somewhat powerless and outnumbered.
If Miyuki joined them, perhaps Sasaki's attention wouldn't lean too heavily toward those girls.
For her, that would actually be a good thing.
"So? What's Miyuki's decision?" Hyoudou Tomoe's watery, seductive fox-like eyes stared straight at Miyuki, who was lying sideways on the desk.
"My... decision..."
"Yeah. Whether you stay or leave, you have to give some kind of answer, right? Or does Miyuki just want to be his fuck buddy and keep it casual?"
Whether Kisaragi Miyuki stayed or left, it was beneficial for Hyoudou Tomoe either way, though overall the advantages far outweighed the drawbacks.
So she added one more line:
"Miyuki doesn't seem like the type who would just look for a casual fuck buddy, right?
So coming to find Sasaki today must mean you want to be with him properly?"
"Don't let your position hold you back, okay? Otherwise, by the time you figure things out, it might be too late."
Indeed, Miyuki did have the thought of being with Sasaki—after all, he was the one who took her first time.
She wasn't the kind of person who slept around casually.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have kept her virginity for all these years.
Plus, earlier he also said he liked her...
No one had ever told her they liked her before...
But their positions...
From the fact that she had taken Miwa Itsuki's joke seriously, it was clear she was a serious, upright person, perhaps even rigidly principled.
For someone like her to accept sharing her man with others was still quite difficult.
Well...it was difficult for any normal woman.
The inner conflict showed on her still-flushed face as she nibbled her lip and said slowly.
"I'll... think about it..."
Knowing this would be her answer, Hyoudou Tomoe didn't show any disappointment.
She simply turned back to Sasaki, gave him a quick wink, and signaled for him to push harder and win her over.
The latter returned a reassuring look.
Now that she had already become his personal "cocksleeve," how could he possibly let her escape?
If it weren't almost time for the lunch bell, and he was worried that passing teachers or students might notice something, Sasaki would have made Kisaragi Miyuki transform back into a Magikarp and use Splash again.
The most effective way to deal with someone as indecisive as her was a decisive strike.
Spending time together and letting feelings grow naturally was the surest method.
As long as he fucked her until her mind was a complete mess and got her to agree to be his personal cocksleeve for the whole life, with her serious personality, she would never go back on her word.
Fully confident in this bad guy's tormenting tactics, Hyoudou Tomoe shifted her gaze back to Kisaragi Miyuki. "Then let's clean up and leave. If we wait until school ends and students see us, it might cause problems."
They had only come to talk, yet it had taken two whole periods...
If they kept being this reckless, trouble was bound to happen sooner or later.
Thinking about it, Kisaragi Miyuki nodded and began fixing her clothes.
But after she stood up, her fully filled cup could no longer hold everything.
Her slender, weak hand braced against the desk.
With one hand supporting herself on the table and the other tugging at her haphazardly adjusted pencil skirt, she asked Hyoudou Tomoe in embarrassment:
"Um... Tomoe, do you have any tissues?"
Sasaki liked to grab hair... Right now, with his help, Hyoudou Tomoe was re-pinning her long hair. Hearing Kisaragi Miyuki's question, she reached into her blouse pocket:
"Tissues... I think I left them in my bag..."
"Ah?"
It had already reached the anti-slip band of her stockings—if it continued like this, it would
Thinking about the consequences, Kisaragi Miyuki bit her lower lip and shifted her gaze toward Sasaki, who was standing behind Tomoe, helping fix her hair:
"You... do you have any?"
"You?" Sasaki's eyes curved with amusement as he tilted his head.
As her soft, full legs leaned against the edge of the desk, crossed into an X shape. Kisaragi Miyuki tried again:
"Sasaki..."
With no intention of reaching into his pocket, the young man raised an eyebrow:
"Sasaki?"
"You! What exactly do you want me to call you?"
She was, after all, an adult woman—not some fragile young girl who would just let him bully her endlessly.
So, facing his teasing, Kisaragi Miyuki frowned, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment as she scolded him lightly.
However, Sasaki didn't mind at all.
Unhurriedly, he continued to pin Tomoe's hair, his mouth curling into a smile as he said. "However I call you, that's how you call me."
"I call you Miyuki, you call me Sasaki, do you think that's appropriate? And you're supposed to be a teacher. What an idiot."
"You!"
Being mocked like this by her own math student, Kisaragi Miyuki, who was not fully adjusted to the change in their relationship, became even unhappier.
Her delicate willow brows lifted slightly as she retorted angrily.
"You know I'm your... and you still talk to me like that. And I'm not an idiot."
Now that he had finished pinning Tomoe's hair, Sasaki smoothed the strands at her temples and looked toward Miyuki, who was baring her teeth at him.
"You said it yourself—you're mine. Since you know that, you should listen to me."
"You!"
Damn it.
She was just too embarrassed to say those words...that wasn't what she meant...
However, Kisaragi Miyuki had never expected him to be so shameless.
Unable to outtalk him, she puffed out her cheeks and glared at him furiously.
That watery, angry glare didn't even have one-tenth of the commanding presence she usually showed in class.
To Sasaki, it was no different from acting spoiled.
His faint smile remained unchanged as he blinked and said.
"Is it really okay to keep dragging this out? I'm not in a hurry anyway. But if you don't stop, it might leak, you know."
"..."