In Classroom of the Elite, but in the Underworld Chapter 48

"...I don't mind, as long as you're willing."

"Alright then... in that case--"

Sato lifted her chin and closed her eyes.

Her cute little face was right before his eyes, looking like she was ready for the taking.

However, her slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed the turmoil in the girl's heart.

Eito was not the type of gentleman who could remain unmoved in such a situation; unless necessary, he would simply follow his own desires.

He couldn't possibly turn down a meal served right in front of him.

"Is it okay now?"

The girl's rosy lips were parted, looking as delicious and tempting as a perfectly ripe fruit.

Eito didn't rush to kiss her; instead, he cupped her cheeks with his hands and said:

"Could you stick your tongue out and let me see?"

"Eh--" Sato opened her eyes, meeting his calm gaze, and her heart skipped a beat. "O-okay."

She gasped for air and, following Eito's instruction, had just poked out her cute tongue when her entire mouth was enveloped by his.

"Mmph--"

Their pink tongues rolled and tumbled, as if on a battlefield, entwining with each other frantically.

So intense.

Sato felt her mind go blank, her entire body losing its strength, while a surge of heat traveled from below, spreading through her veins to every corner of her body.

When she felt her mouth going numb, Eito finally let her go.

Her watery eyes half-closed, she leaned into Eito's embrace.

"Do you regret it?"

Eito asked.

It was clear that this was Sato's first kiss; her movements were still clumsy, and the only reason she had responded so intensely was because of love.

Sato said in a soft tone:

"No, I feel very happy right now."

"Then we'll practice again next time. Today... you might need to change your panties."

"Uuu--"

Sato shyly covered her skirt, burying her entire face in his chest.

Eito smiled and stroked her hair.

Even a girl who usually seemed energetic and proactive, once in love, would show this kind of expression.

Sato lay in his arms for ten minutes before finally deciding to lift her head.

The flush on her face had mostly faded, though some traces still remained.

She tucked her hair back and said with a hint of embarrassment:

"Don't get the wrong idea about just now; I'm not the kind of woman who likes to get worked up."

As she spoke, her hand clutching her skirt tightened, the implication clear.

Eito, however, chuckled:

"Eh-- isn't that even better?"

"E-even better?" Sato's eyes widened. "Do you... like that kind of woman?"

"I like all kinds, and besides-- this is a normal physiological reaction, no need to worry."

"Oh." Sato nodded quietly.

"It's getting late, let's head back."

"But--" Sato glanced at her watch. "It's not time for roll call yet, right? Could it be-- you don't want to stay with me?"

"How could that be? It's just that if we go back too late, people might start making wild guesses. But... fine, I'll stay with you a little longer."

He wasn't in a rush to return, but if he continued to stay with Sato, he didn't know what he might end up doing next.

If he were to take Sato here, it would certainly be enjoyable, but it would also leave a sense of loss.

Just like when he faced a piece of exquisite food; rather than swallowing it all at once and missing the flavor, he preferred to savor it slowly, experiencing the silky, soft texture as it melted in his mouth, the aroma of various fruits and vegetables mingling together.

The same applied when dealing with girls.

Stripping them bare and going straight for it was a very crude act that only offered momentary pleasure.

Only by savoring them slowly and feeling the changes in their emotions could one pursue what a true gentleman seeks.

A sexual relationship without emotion is nothing more than pure lust.

Sexual desire is not shameful; it is a basic human need. However, those who let themselves be controlled by their desires will eventually degenerate into beasts, mere monsters that only know how to thrust.

"Maya, let me put your shoes on for you."

"Mm."

Sato nodded gently. After what had just happened, she was no longer shy about such intimate actions.

Yet, because of that same incident, even though Eito was just normally putting her shoes and socks on, his hands accidentally brushed against her skin.

Every touch sent a jolt of electricity through her fingers and straight to her heart.

It stirred an indescribable restlessness deep within her.

Before long, Eito finally finished putting on her shoes.

Sato patted her cheeks to calm herself down, then stepped forward and hugged his arm:

"Let's go for a walk over there. I still have something I want to ask you."

"Uh... it's not about Kikyo again, is it?"

"Don't worry, I won't bring her up. Let's just chat about whatever."

What she called "chatting about whatever" was truly just chatting about whatever.

However, the topics she brought up were a bit too much for him to handle.

They were all things that wouldn't pass censorship.

This made Eito admire her; as expected of a gal, even if she lacked experience, her theoretical knowledge was far richer than anyone else's.

She must talk about these things often in her daily life.

After what had just happened, the barriers between the two had vanished. He had a premonition that from now on, Sato would become increasingly proactive.

He had been looking forward to seeing more of Sato's shy expressions.

It seemed that such a wish would likely only be fulfilled in bed from now on.

As they walked, they returned to the Class D base, and Sato let go of his arm in advance.

This made Eito sigh with emotion.

She was truly looking out for him. She was genuinely working hard for the sake of him liking her, and she didn't take the opportunity to flaunt their relationship to others.

Should he just come clean about his feelings?

There was no need.

Because in his heart, he had already accepted Sato; she would be his woman sooner or later.

Whether he said it or not didn't really matter.

Besides, he wanted to experience the feeling of being pursued for once.

After all, he was tired of always being the one doing the chasing.

Chapter 61: Tribute--

Night fell.

The rats of the sewer were coming out to forage.

It was the final night of the exam.

Ibuki snuck away from the Class D campsite and headed toward Class C.

Halfway there, she was intercepted by Ryuen, who had been waiting for a long time.

The original plan was for Ibuki to communicate with Ryuen via walkie-talkie after returning to the ship, but this time, due to Eito, there had been a slight change.

"Where is it?"

Ryuen asked.

"I... I didn't get the photo."

One of Ibuki's orders was to infiltrate Class D, find the leader card, and take a photo of it with a camera. The person who needed the photo was Katsuragi Kohei of Class A.

Class A and Class C had formed a temporary alliance, but as the leader, Katsuragi didn't fully trust Class C, so he needed the photo as concrete evidence.

The goal was to correctly guess the identity of the Class D leader in the final stage, thereby gaining 50 points.

"Are you trash?" Ryuen grabbed her collar. "You can't even handle such a small task."

"Although I didn't get a photo, I saw the name on that card."

"Who is it?"

"Ayanokoji Kiyotaka."

"Oh?" Ryuen narrowed his eyes. "I've never heard of this person. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. He seems quite honest. Although he hides it well, I still accidentally saw his card. Plus, he often disappears for no reason. Based on my deduction, he must be going to capture bases."

"Hmm, you did well this time." Ryuen nodded. "What about that guy named Takeda?"

"..." Ibuki's face suddenly turned red.

"Very good. Take him down quickly; that way, we'll have one more pawn to use against Class D."

Ryuen smiled with satisfaction, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as if everything were under his control.

Afterward, he added:

"You get on the boat first. Leave the rest to me."

"Understood."

Just then, the two heard a rustling sound in the bushes, accompanied by the patter of footsteps, as a person wearing a red suit and a clown mask appeared before them.

A muffled, eerie voice emanated from beneath the mask:

"Am I interrupting your secret meeting? My apologies, I'll leave at once."

"Wait!" Ryuen shouted. "Who the hell are you, playing dress-up and acting mysterious here?"

For some reason, Ryuen felt a chill run down his spine as he faced this person.

It felt as if a small blade were being drawn lightly across his heart.

It wasn't just because of his bizarre attire or the timing of his appearance, but also the way he walked—without a hint of hesitation, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll through a back garden.

His movements were too natural, his gestures relaxed and at ease; it was the kind of immense confidence that only the truly strong possessed.

It had been a long time since Ryuen felt this way. Whenever he encountered someone stronger than himself, he would fight them with his life, regardless of the cost.

In the end, the only one left standing was always him, along with the look of terror on his opponent's face.

Yet, at this moment, he was afraid. He had a premonition that this was someone he could never defeat.

When did someone this powerful appear on this island? Which class did he even belong to?

However.