"I'd say I know him extremely well."
"What a strange man..."
Hayasaka Ai's delicate brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. But the plan was already in place, and she wasn't about to let this guy off the hook.
He dared to take liberties with the Young Lady? Death penalty!
"Hey, could you help me get to the School Hospital? I just twisted my ankle."
Hayasaka Ai pressed her palms together and pleaded pitifully.
Though Hayasaka was practically invisible at school, that was only because she deliberately kept a low profile. In truth, she was quite charming and cute. No one could refuse when she looked at them so pitifully and asked for help.
Unfortunately, Amamiya Natsuki refused.
"Sorry," Amamiya Natsuki said seriously. "Men and women shouldn't touch."
Hayasaka Ai: "..."
He'd confessed to the Young Lady in front of the whole class, then tried to force a kiss on her after she rejected him—and now he had the nerve to talk about men and women keeping their distance? Just how thick-skinned was this guy?
"It's fine." Hayasaka Ai smiled and raised her arm. "I'm wearing clothes. As long as our skin doesn't touch, it doesn't count."
"I see."
Amamiya Natsuki nodded, then suddenly stepped closer and wrapped an arm around Maid-chan's soft, slender waist.
"You...!"
The waist was one of a girl's most sensitive spots, and Hayasaka was no exception.
When a hand suddenly settled on her waist, Hayasaka Ai's body stiffened. She nearly lost control and punched Amamiya Natsuki across the room.
Amamiya Natsuki said innocently:
"Hayasaka-classmate, weren't you the one who asked me to help you to the School Hospital?"
"I meant you should support me by the arm." Hayasaka Ai took a deep breath and smiled. "You can take your hand away first..."
"I can't." Amamiya Natsuki said seriously.