Nanase Tsubasa sat on the desk, looking slightly nervous as she stared at Mitoma Kaoru in front of her.
Her slender legs were pressed together, and both hands rested near the inside of her thighs, holding down the hem of her skirt in case anything showed.
It was only when Kaoru took hold of her ankle that Tsubasa finally realized just how ambiguous this position was.
Why had she agreed to his request?
Unfortunately, it was already too late to regret it.
Kaoru removed one of Tsubasa's small leather shoes, revealing her neatly covered foot beneath.
The thin fabric of her sock wrapped snugly around it, making the line of her ankle look even more delicate. T
here was a faint flush to her skin where the sock met her leg, and her toes curled slightly in embarrassment.
Pretty girls always seemed to have pretty feet too.
Maybe it was simply because they were naturally well put together, though some people also said that looking pretty did not necessarily mean there would be no awkwardness involved.
After all, wearing socks and leather shoes all day could make even a cute girl worry about whether there was any strange smell.
Kaoru did not notice anything unpleasant, nor was there some legendary faint fragrance.
There was only the clean, ordinary scent of fabric, nothing that made him uncomfortable.
If there had really been a strange smell, Kaoru might have had to reconsider whether he wanted to continue fulfilling this particular wish.
He gently supported her foot and found that it fit neatly in his hand. Her foot was not large at all. If she wanted, she might even be able to stand on his palm.
Without quite realizing it, his hand moved from her rounded ankle up toward her calf.
Even though he could not see her bare skin clearly beneath the dark sock, the curve of her leg was still smooth and delicate to the touch, enough to make him reluctant to let go.
"That's enough, right?"
Tsubasa's face was red.
She felt Kaoru's hand slowly moving upward, and the feeling of being touched by a boy was completely different from anything she was used to.
Wherever his hand passed, a strange shiver seemed to rise across her skin.
"It's too smooth. I don't really want to let go."
Kaoru looked up at her and saw that she was guarding her skirt with complete seriousness.
Only a small glimpse of her pale thigh could be seen.
"How about you scolds me a little?"
A normal insult would obviously be unpleasant.
But if it came from a pretty girl who was forcing herself through intense embarrassment while her face was bright red, then the feeling became strangely interesting instead.
Tsubasa, however, could not understand that way of thinking at all.
She already felt that accepting this ridiculous president's request was unbelievable enough.
"Are you... serious?"
"Otherwise, is Tsubasa willing to let me touch her thigh?"
"President... you really are... unbelievably disgusting. Do you not feel embarrassed at all?"
"You can be a little harsher."
As Kaoru spoke, he suddenly stood up and leaned closer to Tsubasa. "For example, whispering insults next to my ear."
His sudden movement startled Tsubasa.
Looking at Kaoru's face so close to hers, feeling the warmth of his breath brush faintly near her lips, Tsubasa's heart gave a sudden jump.
"Please behave yourself. If you keep doing this, I'll... I'll..."
Tsubasa's face turned red all the way to her ears.
She instinctively tried to push Kaoru away, only to realize that her strength was not enough to move him. Instead, Kaoru caught her small hand.
"What should you call me right now?"
Kaoru looked at the panic beginning to appear in her eyes. "Also, make your expression a little fiercer."
Tsubasa looked confused for a moment before her anger surged up again, turning her face crimson. "Do you really want me to call you a pervert that badly?"
"Because you can't say it naturally, so I find it interesting."
Kaoru smiled. "Or we can change the condition. Can you change your voice?"
Tsubasa finally understood why Komiya Kaho sometimes muttered that she wanted to punch him.
Right now, she truly wanted to land a punch squarely on his face.
"You want me to switch into some childish voice and call you a loser?"
The girl stared at him blankly. "President, the way you describe your interests is really indirect."
"At least I'd get to see Tsubasa's excellent acting ability."
Kaoru smiled and released her hand before sitting back down in the chair.
He really was shameless. Tsubasa felt that she could never reach his level.
From childhood until now, this was the first time she had met a boy like him. He made her completely unsure how to react.
If she stayed around him too long, Tsubasa suspected that sooner or later, she would be worn down by his nonsense.
"You can't say it?"
Kaoru touched her ankle again.
This time, he removed her other shoe too. With both feet placed together, when his fingers brushed lightly against the underside of her foot, Tsubasa trembled and curled her toes.
Tsubasa had originally been unable to say anything, but after being teased like this, something seemed to break through the embarrassment inside her. She suddenly wanted to just go along with it so this could end faster.
"L-Loser president... You only know how to bother girls..."
"Your voice isn't very clear. Can Tsubasa put a little more effort into it?"
"L-loser! Gross! Asking a girl to do this kind of thing... you really are a perverted president!"
"Just scolding me isn't quite enough, Tsubasa."
"Ugh... I-I know... You want to touch my leg, don't you? Too bad, President. Someone like you is far too suspicious, so I won't let you touch it."
Under Kaoru's instructions, Tsubasa endured her embarrassment and forced herself into a smug smile. She lifted her leg slightly and placed her foot against Kaoru's chest with exaggerated confidence.
"President, wanting a girl to do something like this really is disgusting."
Kaoru had not expected her to actually act it out so well. With a little adjustment, she could even change her tone convincingly. He might have underestimated her ability to perform.
"Does President want to play with my foot that badly?"
Tsubasa stretched her toes and lightly tapped Kaoru's chin.
If one ignored how red her face was, she really did give off a strangely irritating, smug impression. "It's right here, you know. Do you want me to—"
Before she could finish, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside.
"Onii-chan, I came over with Shiina-senpai!"
Tsubasa froze in place.
Her foot was still lightly touching Kaoru's chin, her hands braced against the desk, and her brain went completely blank.
Kaoru turned his head slightly and immediately saw Komiya Kaho and Shiina Hiyori standing at the doorway.
"Pro... Onii-chan?"
Kaho's expression was extremely colorful.
Honami was not even here, yet Producer-san could still end up doing something like this?
Beside her, Hiyori was completely stunned and unconsciously took a small step back.
"S-sorry! I-I-I interrupted!"
Hiyori panicked. She slowly moved her stiff body back, escaping Kaoru's line of sight little by little, not daring to meet his eyes.
This pure-hearted girl would probably need quite some time before she dared come to the Student Council room again.
Then again, anyone who saw Kaoru and Tsubasa in that position would likely react the same way.
Bang!
Tsubasa jumped down from the desk with a face red enough to steam.
She lowered her head deeply, looking as though smoke might rise from her hair.
"Ahem. Kaho, actually, I was helping Tsubasa with a foot massage just now."
Kaoru was very considerate toward the girl and immediately came up with a reasonable excuse for her.
"She's been tired from PE lately, so I was massaging her feet."
Before Kaho could say anything, Tsubasa raised her fist and hit Kaoru several times.
It hurt.
A lot.