According to Headmistress Rikka, the request for Alex to help the students relieve their stress was not publicized. It couldn't be; even in a world like this, it would cause a scandal. Even within the school, it was kept under wraps, shared only with a small group as a "test."
Of course, once Rikka had seen the mysterious Alex in person, her confidence had grown. The boy had a magical charm; even she had felt a flutter in her heart. What hope did the naive young ladies of the academy have? No one was better suited for this "request" than him.
Two days later, Rikka invited him to St. Flower Academy to sign the formal contract. One girl had already submitted a request for "stress relief." Alex toured the academy, which was several times larger than his own school, and marveled at the opulence of an elite private institution.
"Mr. Alex, this is your first request. She's a very disciplined, top-tier student," the Headmistress handed over a folder and a contract. "There's also a non-disclosure agreement. We hope this deal remains strictly between us, otherwise it will be very troublesome for the school."
"I really do feel like a gigolo now. Don't worry, I'm not the type to brag about this," Alex said, fighting back an eye twitch. He took the folder and scanned the girl's profile. The photo showed a girl with long black hair and glasses. She was beautiful, but she had a very "honest and dull" vibe.
As Rikka said, she looked like a textbook model student.
"Tomoe Kisaragi..."
But why would a disciplined honor student do something like this? This wasn't prostitution, but it felt the same. The only difference was that he was the one providing the "service."
"The girls at your school are truly strange. Since this Tomoe Kisaragi made the request, she's doing this voluntarily, right?"
"It is voluntary. Mr. Alex, it might seem absurd to you that these girls would seek this kind of help, but don't be too surprised. The exterior is glamorous, but every girl here has her own burdens. Even this top student is no exception."
"I believe you can handle this request excellently and provide them with the perfect... help."
"I understand. A deal is a deal; I'll handle it," Alex waved the file. "So? Do I go find Ms. Tomoe now?"
"I've arranged the meeting place at a hotel. However, before that—" The woman suddenly licked her lips. A button on her tight uniform popped, revealing a flash of white skin. "Before that, I need to test your 'quality'."
"???"
"Simply put, I need to see how strong you are in bed. If you're too weak, you won't be able to help our girls vent their stress. So, it's necessary for me to test your abilities first~"
She struck a seductive pose, her finger tracing her neckline as another button came loose, revealing black lace. Alex's eye twitched. Test my quality? Bullshit! You just want a piece of me! You're just horny!
Alex didn't mind women throwing themselves at him, but he didn't like being manipulated. "Headmistress, a test now is pointless. If you really want to know my strength, you can just ask Ms. Tomoe for her feedback later. I'll be going now. Don't forget to send me the location."
He refused?
Rikka stood frozen, her hand still resting on her breast, watching Alex walk away. She felt a mix of frustration and... a much faster heartbeat.
"You really are becoming irresistible, Mr. Alex," she licked her lips, her mature face flushing like a needy housewife. She squeezed her legs together, trying to keep herself dry. "You little devil... I really want to taste you."
She glanced at the photo of Tomoe Kisaragi on her desk and smiled. "I'm almost jealous of these girls. But there is one problem... what if these ladies fall so deeply in love with that mysterious boy that they can't get out?"
That possibility seemed very high.
"Hello? Ah, the appointment is set? The meeting point is on Ginza Boulevard? Understood. I'll be there on time."
At St. Flower Academy, Tomoe Kisaragi took the call in a luxurious, wide corridor. Her normally stoic, studious face flushed a deep crimson, adding a touch of charm. She clutched a thick textbook to her chest, her eyes shimmering.
"Sex..."
Nearby students greeted her, but none of them could have imagined that the school's top student—the girl who seemingly thought of nothing but studying—was about to do something so bold. She had actively volunteered for the "Vent" project.
Has she been suppressed for too long?
Actually, that was exactly it. Although Tomoe was a top student, the academic pressure was immense. With new exams looming after the summer break, she had been forced to study throughout the holidays, accumulating massive amounts of psychological stress.
If she didn't find a way to vent, she was going to snap.
But... sex... Tomoe clutched her chest nervously. She had never done anything like this. She was curious, but terrified. "But the Headmistress said the boy helping me is 'special'... not just any man. So, it should be fine, right?"
Staring at the meeting location on her phone, she felt a mix of anxiety and a faint trace of anticipation. She looked forward to the unknown—to the things only "lovers" were supposed to do.
What will physical entanglement be like?
Ping—
A photo arrived on her phone. Staring at the young boy in the picture, Tomoe's heart skipped a beat. Her face grew even redder. "So this is the person... he's... actually quite handsome."
On Ginza Boulevard, Tomoe arrived at the designated spot. Standing at the bustling intersection, she waited for the person she had only seen in a photo. She nervously smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt.
She had specifically changed into casual clothes—a skirt, rather than her school uniform. While it was to prevent the school's plan from being discovered, Tomoe felt like she was on a date. Naturally, she had never been on a date before, nor had she ever really talked to boys, let alone been in a relationship.
So, the feeling was very novel.
"Are you Ms. Kisaragi? The one who made the request?" A voice startled her. She turned to find the boy from the photo standing right beside her. He was looking at her with a curious expression. Seeing him in person, Tomoe realized he was much more charming than his picture suggested.
"Um, yes... hello. I'm Tomoe Kisaragi. You must be... Mr. Alex?" Her face was beet red, and she stammered.
"I'm Alex. Let's go. Headmistress Rikka already booked a hotel for us. We're heading there now."
So direct? Don't we talk first? Get to know each other? Tomoe opened her mouth but could only manage a quiet "Okay" as she followed him. She kept sneaking glances at the stranger. The thought of being in bed with him soon made her heart flutter like a trapped bird.
"Your school is certainly wealthy. I thought a love hotel would be enough, but we're going to a five-star luxury suite. Is this the power of an elite girls' academy?" Alex walked ahead with his hands in his pockets.
"Well, the school arranged everything. I don't really know the details..."
Alex suddenly stopped and looked back at her. "But your family is rich too, right?"
"...I suppose so."
Why is he asking that?
"I still find it hard to understand. Why would a wealthy heiress agree to a deal like this? Can you really accept it? Don't you feel repulsed? Sex with a stranger... do rich girls really play this hard?"
"Eh?" Tomoe froze. "Of course, not everyone can accept it. Very few people in school even know about this. But the elite circles aren't as 'clean' as you might think. Even noble housewives often keep men on the side or visit host clubs—"
"Are you treating me like a host?" Alex's face darkened.
"No, no! I didn't mean that!" The girl waved her hands in panic, her head bowing lower.
"Or are you just a lewd girl? Do you just enjoy sex? Are you sinking into a depraved abyss of lust?"
"I-I'm not! I'm still a virgin! I've never done anything like that," Tomoe's face burned. "It's just... the pressure lately has been too much. I had no other way..."
What kind of logic is that? Alex covered his face. He could only conclude that this hentai world was fundamentally broken, and these heroines were no different. In the end, it's up to me to save them, he sighed deeply.
"Alright. I shouldn't have asked. After all, this is just a transaction, not a romance. However..." A strange smile appeared on his face. "Since I'm a 'kind' person, I can't stand to see a girl fall into depravity."
They stopped at the hotel entrance. Alex's smile turned mysterious. "Also, I don't like it when women who have slept with me go running into the arms of other men."
"Eh?"
What does that mean?
Alex didn't explain further. "Ms. Tomoe, I will fulfill my duty and help you vent that stress. Let's go in—"