Honami Ichinose: What's That Fragrance?

Hashiba Hikaru recalled that although she had kissed Ichinose the most, there was actually someone else who had also kissed her.

"You haven't kissed other girls, have you?"

Seeing the hesitation on the boy's face, Kushida Kikyo seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly asked, "Could it be... Sakura?"

"..."

No answer is also an answer.

After realizing this, Kushida Kikyo's expression became more subtle. She paused for a moment, then looked up into Hashiba Hikaru's eyes.

How far have things progressed between you and Sakura?

"Do we really have to talk about this now?"

Hashiba Hikaru put her arm around her waist, somewhat reluctant to discuss this topic.

"I want to know!"

Kushida Kikyo refused to yield an inch.

"Real?"

"Real."

"Alright then, but I feel like your attitude is a bit strange."

Hashiba Hikaru sighed.

"We're not officially married, of course I need to know her progress. Sakura so shy, I don't know how much you, you bastard, have bullied her."

Although she was complaining, Kushida Kikyo wasn't really angry. Since she had already latched onto him, she was determined not to give up.

"Then I'll tell you."

Hashiba Hikaru brought her mouth close to Kushida Kikyo's ear and whispered a brief answer.

"What!?"

Upon hearing this answer, Kushida Kikyo's pretty face instantly flushed red. She looked at the boy in front of her with disbelief and asked in a trembling voice, "Did you ask for it yourself?"

"I can't say that now, let's leave it at that."

"..."

Kushida Kikyo's eyes flickered. She hadn't expected that even though she was the one who met Hashiba Hikaru first, Sakura Airi had gotten ahead of her.

"You must be so smug, having such a wonderful girl so devoted to you."

"It was all a matter of chance; I can only say I'm a lucky person."

Hashiba Hikaru looked at Kushida Kikyo and said calmly, "I won't flaunt that I'm favored; all I can do is try my best to reciprocate those feelings."

"Hmph, what a scumbag!"

"If you say so, then so be it."

Hashiba Hikaru couldn't deny the title; even though he already had a girlfriend, he was indeed entangled with several girls.

"Then you should set Good Time first. You need to give it to me for the whole day, understand?"

Kushida Kikyo had already planned to do something more intimate with Hashiba Hikaru in their dorm on the agreed-upon day, but now that she knew about Sakura Airi's progress, her competitive spirit was immediately ignited.

Looks like I have to buy that dress...

The short-haired girl thought of the extremely daring lingerie set she had seen on the online store before. She had originally planned to wear it for Hashiba Hikaru later, but now she needed to buy it urgently and catch up with the schedule.

"I understand. I'll arrange the Good Time and come to be with you then."

Hashiba Hikaru nodded. Since she had promised, she had to keep her word.

"Heh heh heh, just look forward to it. We agreed it would be a whole day, so you have to be with me from morning till night. Even an hour or ten minutes less doesn't count as a whole day, understand?"

"You're not suggesting I go to your dorm in the middle of the night, are you?"

Of course not.

"Oh, that's fine then."

"You need to come the night before, and the timer can only start at midnight."

"..."

Looking at the girl in front of him who seemed to have made up her mind, Hashiba Hikaru suddenly felt like she had been tricked.

Well, let's just see how things go.

She can't possibly eat me, can she?

297

Chapter 297 Ichinose Honami: What is this scent?

After parting ways with Kushida Kikyo at the stairwell of the school building, Hashiba Hikaru headed towards Class A's tent.

The final relay race will be a showdown where all twelve classes will send out athletes to compete. The final score will be tripled. Whoever gets the best ranking will win the bet with Ryuen.

Moreover, there is something else that is equally important to the boy.

Since that Second Year student, Kiriyama, had made the request, Hashiba Hikaru had to do her best to get his help in taking control of the Student Council.

As the leader and core member of Class A of the Third Year, Horikita Manabu has already stated that he will participate in the competition, making this match a crucial challenge that will determine his future.

"No matter what, since we still have one more chance, let's fight to the very end!"

Hashiba Hikaru glanced at her System Panel. The [Potential Burst] skill could still be used one last time. Since it had been saved up until this point, she had to make the most of it.

"Hikari, you're back?"

When Ichinose Honami saw her boyfriend, she greeted him with a smile.

"Okay, is everyone ready?"

Hashiba Hikaru looked at the students who were warming up. This match would be against the elites selected from each grade, and it would definitely not be easy to win in one fell swoop.

"Yes, we've been waiting for you to come."

Ichinose Honami leaned forward to help Hashiba Hikaru straighten her tracksuit, but just as the girl bent down to wipe the dust off her shoulder, a strange fragrance suddenly wafted into her nose.

"This is..."

Ichinose Honami's pupils contracted sharply. She first glanced up at Hashiba Hikaru, who was looking out at the playground, without leaving a trace, then bit her lip and buried the matter deep in her heart.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I've already tidied up Hikaru's clothes. Now, please fight for the honor of our class!"

A gentle smile appeared on the pink-haired girl's pretty face. She patted her boyfriend's shoulder, pretending that she hadn't noticed anything.

"I will."

Hashiba Hikaru stretched her arms and legs, then walked over to Shibata.

"As the first runner, please be very careful and don't make any mistakes because there are so many people."

"I understand, I won't let Class A down."

As Shibata member of the sports department, faced the final battle of the day, his face revealed a high-spirited fighting spirit; he was determined to give it his all!

"That's good."

After several rounds of communication and confirmation, the broadcast resounded throughout the entire playground.

[The final event of the Sports Festival, the all-grade Relay Race, will be held next. Participants from each class, please proceed to your designated positions and await the start of the race.]

[To reiterate, all participants, please proceed to your designated positions. Starting is prohibited until the preceding runner has arrived. Please be aware of this.]

"Then let's set off."

Hashiba Hikaru led five other classmates to the wide rubber track, the Matoba for the final race. The staff had already marked out the starting positions for each runner, and it was crucial that they get their positions right before the race started.

After the boy stood on the field, Ichinose Honami, standing in the tent, was recalling the scent she had just smelled on Hashiba Hikaru. She knew that the scent couldn't possibly be her own, which was why the girl had reacted so strongly.

Who is it?

[To leave such a scent on Hikaru's shoulder, one must be someone very close to him.]

[In that case...]

The pink-haired girl unconsciously clenched her small fists, her eyes flashing with extremely complex emotions. After experiencing everything that couples do with Hashiba Hikaru, it all became the deepest longing in the girl's heart.

Ichinose Honami wakes up in her boyfriend's arms, she always endlessly imagines her married life with him. This future is her happy dream. But this discovery at this moment turns into a cold thorn, piercing straight into the girl's chest.

"Who exactly is it...?"

The girl murmured softly. The important Sports Festival was still in full swing. She wouldn't confront Hashiba Hikaru. Instead, she planned to find out the truth step by step on her own. To defend her happiness, Ichinose Honami was determined not to back down.

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On the playground, students from all twelve classes had taken their places. As the last runner for her class, Hashiba Hikaru saw many familiar faces.

First up is Horikita Manabu standing on the outermost circle, and then there's Miyabi Nagumo, a Second Year student. As for the first-year students, to his surprise, the student from Class C is Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

"Are they planning to compete as a dark horse? Or is there some other reason?"

Hashiba Hikaru couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. Whether it was the information she heard from Kushida Kikyo or her own observations after getting to know him personally, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka had always been a strange figure in her mind.

Logically speaking, Ayanokoji's intelligence and Physical Ability are top-notch, yet he willingly chooses to live as an Akito in the class.

"Never mind, that's his own business. Let's focus on the competition first."

After shaking his head, Hashiba Hikaru looked at the starting line of the race. The twelve students were ready, with the third-year students on the outermost side and the first-year students on the innermost side.

"Beep!"

As the whistle blew, twelve figures rushed out from the starting line at the same time. Within about ten seconds, the lead and trailing positions were temporarily determined. Shibata, who was highly regarded by the class, performed very well at this time. He was probably in second place in the crowd, ahead of a Second Year boy.

"Go for it, Shibata -kun!!!"

"Yes, we believe in your abilities!"

The students in Class A were cheering loudly inside the tent. As the first runner was in a position that could create an advantage, almost every class would send a key player.

Behind Shibata, who was sprinting, students from other classes followed closely behind; no one would fall behind during the first leg of the race.

"It's up to you!"

After maintaining second place at the baton exchange point, Shibata Sou handed the baton to the second runner, Himeno Yuki. The pretty girl immediately gripped the baton tightly and turned to run forward at full speed.

She was also a member of the sports club, and although she wasn't as fast as Shibata, she still strode quite nimbly toward the next runner.

Although most of the participants in the relay race were boys, it wasn't necessarily true that they could surpass her, especially since Class A had already gained a significant advantage.

Before reaching the third runner, the students from Class A of the Third Year and Class 2-A began to gradually exert their strength. Their speed was quite fast. When Beppu Ryota received the baton in the fourth run, the two people behind him were almost catching up.

"Hateful!"

Beppu Ryota paid no attention to the distance behind him, but gritted his teeth and ran as fast as he could. He absolutely could not accept that things would fall apart because of him.

"Keep it up!"

"Sprint! You can definitely overtake them!!!"

As the competition intensified, students from both the red and white teams began to cheer enthusiastically, creating an incredibly intense atmosphere on the playground. Both the players and the cheerleaders were releasing the surging energy unique to youth—pure and full of an indomitable spirit.

Hashiba Hikaru, standing in the last position, was observing the entire situation. After all, this allowed her to assess the strength of the senior students, which could be considered a form of intelligence gathering.

But at that moment, Miyabi Nagumo, who was standing on the other side, suddenly started to speak. The person she was talking to was Horikita Manabu, who was standing on the outermost circle.

"It looks like we'll win this match."

The blond man looked at the Class A of the Third Year who had suddenly fallen, a smile playing on his lips. "If I had the chance, I'd really like to have a real, all-out competition with Horikita-senpai."

"It's a pity that if I get the baton first, I'll have to start immediately, otherwise I'll let everyone's efforts go to waste."

Nagumo's posture and tone were very confident, because at this moment, the one running in the lead was a boy from Class 2-A, with Kanzaki Ryuji, the fifth runner, right behind him.

The next group consists of participants from Class A of the Third Year and students from other Grade 1 classes.

"Has your thinking remained unchanged? Do you intend to change this school?"

Horikita Manabu gazed at his teammates who were fighting hard on the field, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Of course, the Student Council has been too boring so far. Adhering too much to tradition and conservative strategies is stubborn. Even though it's supposed to be about selecting the best of the best, it always ends up offering remedial measures out of kindness. That's not the kind of rule I want."

Miyabi Nagumo seemed to have thought of this answer beforehand; despite it being a long sentence, he expressed it with remarkable fluency.