Chika: I'm Here to Repay You!

How outrageous!

The president was way too outrageous!

Taking advantage of someone!

Vile and shameless!

Hayasaka had said before that when something like this happened, I absolutely couldn't just put up with it. I had to fight back decisively and use self-defense techniques to strike the president where it hurt... That's right, I should do exactly that!

And yet, though the little Kaguya in my mind beat Amamiya Natsuki up a thousand times over, for some reason, my eyes simply wouldn't open.

Shinomiya Kaguya felt dizzy, and her eyes closed tightly against her will.

"Just as I thought."

Seeing that the Young Lady was still sleeping with her eyes closed, and neither hitting him nor telling him to stop, Amamiya Natsuki knew what she'd chosen.

There was no way she'd ask him for a massage herself.

She wouldn't agree if he asked her.

She'd only give her tacit permission while she was asleep, because... as long as she didn't open her eyes, she wouldn't know anything.

Amamiya Natsuki gathered his courage and slid his right hand beneath the Young Lady's waist. His fingertips brushed over her smooth, warm skin, then slowly climbed higher.

"Mmm...!"

The Young Lady's body suddenly tensed, then slowly relaxed. In her hazy state, a thought surfaced in her mind:

Maybe in a little while, I won't bring down the high school students' average anymore?

In the blink of an eye, the sky had brightened.

After breakfast, Amamiya Natsuki was at home, idly playing a game, when Shinomiya Kaguya suddenly emerged from the bathroom. Her pink lips were pursed, her expression complicated, and she said softly:

"President, I'm going home."

"Hm?"

Amamiya Natsuki froze. His first thought was the secret massage that morning, and he quickly promised, "I'm sorry. I won't give you massages anymore!"

"What are