In Classroom of the Elite, but in the Underworld 47

"It's very good."

"Mm."

The awkward small talk ended, and the two continued walking.

After some more time had passed.

Sato: "Um, you aren't mad about what happened yesterday, are you?"

"Not at all. You helped me, and I haven't even properly thanked you yet. Thank you, Maya."

"..."

Sato suddenly crouched down on the ground, covering her face.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing! It's nothing!"

She was thinking about that incident from yesterday again.

Even though it hadn't felt like much when she said it, thinking back on it now, her boldness—

It was so embarrassing!

She had actually said something like that in public, asking him to fall in love with her...

What kind of shoujo manga plot was that?!

And she had even shoved her panties into his school bag.

A pervert? A creep?

What would her classmates think of her?

She wanted to die.

Even though she had already felt the shame once last night, thinking about it again was still so mortifying.

Eito looked at her bright red ears; although he didn't know the specific reason, he knew she was feeling shy.

He smiled and crouched down beside her:

"Maya, didn't you say yesterday that you wanted me to fall in love with you? Have you thought of a method yet?"

"...Not yet... I... just wait a little longer."

"Then think about it now. I'll give you ten minutes."

"Eh—eh—"

Sato looked up, met his eyes, and then quickly looked away. "Okay."

Ten minutes passed.

"Have you thought of it?"

"No."

"Does a question like that really need this much time?" Eito sighed.

"Actually... this is my first time confessing..."

Sato said nervously.

Dressed like a gyaru on the outside, but with zero actual experience.

Very realistic; that's how it always is in anime.

In other words, Sato didn't know how to please a boy or how to make someone fall for her.

It couldn't be helped; most people didn't have a clue.

In their class, only Kikyo probably understood boys. As for the others, let alone pursuing someone else, they barely knew how to take care of themselves.

Spending any more time dragging this out with Sato wasn't a solution.

Eito took her hand and pulled her up:

"Then let me teach you."

"Is that okay?"

"Leave it to me."

Eito smiled.

Unfortunately, he didn't understand romance; he only understood...

Sato had a tall, slender figure. Although her chest wasn't as explosive as Sakura's, the size was well within the range that the average person found acceptable—or rather, some people preferred this kind of just-right physique.

A body like this was both comfortable and convenient to hold.

It felt good to touch, too.

And at this moment, Eito had Sato sitting and leaning against a smooth rock, one hand wrapped around her waist, while the other stroked her fair, slender thigh.

Beside her thighs, her cute shoes and socks were folded neatly together.

"Um... I feel like Eito is different from usual."

Sato panted slightly, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Oh? How so?"

"You're just... much more forceful than usual."

"Then what was your impression of me before, Maya?"

"Very gentle, very cute, and also quite mysterious... mmm~"

At this moment, Eito's hand had already followed the curve of her thigh downward, grasping that soft, petite foot.

He said in a gentle tone:

"Let me give you a massage."

"Eh—this."

Sato looked up at him.

Although she had been mentally prepared ever since Eito asked her to take off her shoes and socks, being held by a man she wasn't close to for the first time filled her heart with nervousness.

At the same time, she felt a strange, ticklish sensation in her heart.

Eito said:

"Such beautiful feet, you must take good care of them, right? I happen to have experience with massages, so I'll help you loosen things up while I'm at it. Is that alright?"

"...N-no problem."

"Then I'm starting."

Eito certainly didn't know how to massage, but he vaguely imitated the techniques he remembered others using, only his movements were far more lewd than theirs.

Taking advantage of the lull, Eito started chatting with her:

"How is Karuizawa doing? That incident yesterday must have been a huge blow to her."

"It's... it's fine, I apologized to her yesterday... mmm... it's fine now... mmm-hmm."

"Actually—" Eito leaned into her ear, "Ibuki was the one who stole the panties, and she even made you take the fall. I'm sorry about that."

"...Is that so." Sato looked up, her small hands gripping his clothes tightly, "You're amazing, finding the culprit so quickly."

"I can't deny that." Eito said, "But compared to finding the culprit, my hands seem to be even more amazing, don't you think?"

"Ah..."

Sato's face suddenly turned red.

No matter how inexperienced she was, she noticed that Eito didn't actually know how to massage; his goal was simply to toy with her feet.

While feeling shy, a sense of joy welled up in her heart.

However, she couldn't point it out; she had to wait until he said he liked her.

Before that, she would just endure—no, she would enjoy it for now.

"Maya, your face is so red. Do you have a fever?"

"N-no." Sato touched her face, which felt quite hot, "Maybe it's just too hot out... yes, that must be it."

"Alright then."

They fell into silence.

Time gradually slipped away.

The only thing that changed was that Sato's breathing became increasingly rapid, and the rise and fall of her chest grew more pronounced.

To keep herself from overthinking, Sato suppressed the fluttering in her heart and asked:

"Are Eito and Kushida close?"

Hearing this, Eito's movements paused:

"Why bring her up?"

"I feel like your relationship with her is different from everyone else, and you also said yesterday... that you, you wanted her panties."

"..."

Eito carefully recalled the moment; he did seem to have said that.

However, that remark was meant to refute Karuizawa, not because he actually wanted them.

No.

If Kikyo were willing to give them to him, he wouldn't mind.

It was just that his objective was different from others; he wanted to wash Kikyo's panties for her.

As an excellent man, he was working hard to become the perfect husband.

It wasn't what others thought at all.

What a bunch of perverts.

Chapter 60: Proactive Sato

"Um... can we stop bringing up Kikyo?"

The thing Eito feared most was one woman mentioning another woman in front of him.

In the end, the only thing that suffered was his own image.

"No way," Sato said stubbornly. "I want to compete with her, and I want to defeat her."

"Fine, then. Next time I'll ask her out, let the two of you have a fight, and whoever wins gets a trophy from me. Is that good enough?"

Sigh, when will this cycle of vengeance ever end? He still preferred a peaceful life, but if this was what Sato wanted, he might as well indulge her.

"That's not what I meant!" Sato puffed out her cheeks. "Though I really do want to punch her. The more I look at her face now, the angrier I get. It's all your fault."

"Alright, it's all my fault."

"Um..." Sato stared intensely into his eyes, her moist pupils seemingly misting over. "Have you... kissed her?"

"..."

After three seconds of silence, he nodded.

Sato's expression fell, but she quickly perked back up.

"In that case, I want one too."

"...Why?"

"You two aren't even a couple, yet you can kiss. Why can't I?"