Welcome to the Free Paradise of the True Cult

"Do you take us for kids? Whoever wants to introduce themselves can go ahead." The red-haired boy said irritably.

"You lot, go back to your seats."

The classroom door was suddenly yanked open. A woman with a curvaceous figure, her ample chest threatening to burst free at any moment, wearing a professional skirt that barely covered her hips, and a black ponytail tied high, walked in.

"I'm your Class D homeroom teacher, Sae Chabashira. The class roster won't change for the next three years, so I'll be your homeroom teacher for all three years."

The homeroom teacher passed a set of documents down to everyone, then continued.

"This school has a special rule: it's a boarding system. During the term, leaving campus or having any contact with the outside world is prohibited. But rest assured, everything you need for eating, drinking, and having fun is available on campus—it'll fully meet your needs."

The homeroom teacher held up her student ID card and gave it a little shake.

"For buying things on campus, you'll need the points on this student ID terminal. Everything on campus can be purchased with points. Points are deposited on the first of every month. I'm sure your terminals have already received this month's 100,000 points."

"100,000 a month! No way, is that really for us to use?"

A student asked in surprise.

The homeroom teacher flashed a barely perceptible sneer.

"That's right, it's for you to use. This is a school that measures everything by ability. The fact that you've been admitted here already proves you have corresponding value."

With the rules mostly explained, the homeroom teacher waved the hand holding her lesson plan casually, twisted her ample hips, and said as she walked, "This first homeroom session is over. You're free to do as you please."

Dismissed. Those who'd already made friends paired off in twos and threes to go have fun, while Kiyotaka thought it over and decided to first buy some daily necessities.

At the convenience store, Kiyotaka watched the cashier deduct the fee from his terminal, and as the balance in his terminal dropped from 100,000 to 94,912, he couldn't help but marvel.

"This school really is rolling in money. Twenty-five people per class, twelve classes total—just one year, and they're spending hundreds of millions on consumption."

Kiyotaka walked along, muttering to himself, when suddenly he caught sight of Horikita out of the corner of his eye and froze for a moment.

Horikita noticed Kiyotaka too, glared sharply, and said, "What are you staring at?!"

Kiyotaka found it amusing. With a wooden, indifferent expression, he said, "What's the matter? Changed outfits, planning to let me admire you again?"

"You!" Horikita was furious, but she couldn't argue here, so she just ignored him.

But Kiyotaka got bolder. He stepped forward, looking down at the shorter Horikita, and asked, "At least we're going to be deskmates from now on. Let me at least know your name?"

Horikita's beautiful eyes blazed with anger as she stared at him for a long while before finally speaking slowly.

"Suzune Horikita. I hope you never have a reason to call me."

A faint smile appeared on Kiyotaka's face as he said, "Got it, Suzune."

"You!" Horikita was genuinely angry. She hadn't expected this Ayanokoji to hit every one of her sore spots. But when she saw the slight smile on Kiyotaka's face, her boiling rage inexplicably dissipated a great deal.

Seeing that Horikita wasn't angry, Kiyotaka found it fascinating and pressed his advantage.

"To make it up to you, how about I buy you a coffee?"

"No thanks. I'd advise you not to waste your points—watch out for traps." Seeing Horikita's cold refusal, Kiyotaka didn't give up and continued, "Then, how about you come to my dorm? I'll cook for you. I have to eat anyway, and it saves points."

Horikita felt this guy had no shame. She didn't even want coffee, and now he was trying to invite her to his dorm?

But looking at Kiyotaka's calm face, which actually carried a hint of pleading, she somehow found herself agreeing against all reason.

Seeing Horikita nod, Kiyotaka eagerly led her to pay, then took her hand and headed toward the dorms.

Gotcha. No way I can't win you over.

Along the way, Horikita felt Kiyotaka holding her hand, leaving her mind in a daze, and before she knew it, they'd arrived at his dorm.

"Make yourself at home. It's a newly issued dorm, so it won't be dirty."

Kiyotaka saw Horikita hesitating by the side and thought she might have a cleanliness complex. He wiped off his chair and even smoothed out the blanket on the bed.

Horikita hesitated, shook her head, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "Then, sorry for the intrusion."

She took off her shoes and sat down on the chair.

Chapter 3: Amidst the Purity

Seeing Horikita seated, Kiyotaka casually sat down on the floor.

But then came an endless silence.

Can't let this awkwardness drag on. If she snaps out of it, everything's wasted.

Kiyotaka thought to himself, then stood up and asked, "Want something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Or cola?"

"Plain boiled water is fine, thank you."

Kiyotaka nodded, turned and walked to the kitchen to pour two glasses of cold boiled water, then came back out.

"Here, your water..." Kiyotaka walked up to Horikita, setting the glass down as he moved, but because he was locking eyes with her, his foot caught on something and he stumbled, sending the entire glass of cold water splashing all over Horikita.

"Ah!" The icy water soaked through Horikita's upper body, the chill making her involuntarily let out a delicate cry.

"Ah, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to." Kiyotaka panicked, fumbling for tissues and wiping at Horikita's body.

"Mmn..." As Kiyotaka wiped, Horikita seemed to freeze in place, enduring for a long time before letting out the faintest trace of a moan.

Kiyotaka's lowered head showed the barest hint of a triumphant smile, then he looked up with a bewildered expression at Horikita, whose face was flushed red and whose eyes shimmered with spring light, and asked, "What's wrong? Is the water too cold and uncomfortable?"

Horikita bit her lip hard, forcing her voice to sound normal, and shot Kiyotaka a glare with her spring-moist eyes, saying, "Enjoying the feel? Had enough yet?"

Kiyotaka looked down at where he was wiping. The uniform was completely soaked through, the shape of her pure white bra fully visible. On top of that, with the extra force Kiyotaka had deliberately applied, Horikita's clothes had been pushed aside quite a bit.

Kiyotaka gave an awkward laugh and stammered, "Enjoying it, not enough... I mean, enough, enough, no, that's not—"

Horikita slapped away Kiyotaka's hand, which was still taking advantage, and covered her chest, staring at him with a look that said it was him or her.

Kiyotaka knew that some things couldn't be rushed—haste makes waste. He'd had his fill of fun today; now it was time to offer some warmth.

A hint of apology appeared on Kiyotaka's face. He took a brand-new school uniform out of the cabinet and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to. Change your clothes first, or you might catch a cold."

Horikita gave Kiyotaka a long, hard look, then picked up the clothes and walked into the bathroom to change. She came out not long after.

Horikita's frame was relatively petite, and wearing Kiyotaka's clothes made her look like a child in an adult's outfit, completely enveloping her figure.

She walked out of the bathroom and saw Kiyotaka sitting awkwardly on the floor, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

She sat down on a chair, crossed her legs, and demanded, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

This scene felt familiar? Kiyotaka thought with confusion as he looked up, and sure enough, his eyes got a feast.

Seeing Kiyotaka staring at her in a daze, Horikita was prepared this time. She immediately put her legs down, though her face still flushed red.

Kiyotaka knew the jig was up—he couldn't just surrender! He immediately lowered his head in embarrassment and said awkwardly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare like that. It's just that you're so beautiful, I got lost for a moment."

Horikita was caught off guard by Kiyotaka's sudden shift and didn't know whether she should still be angry at him.

No, I can't let this bastard off easy. He's bullied me three times already!

Horikita made up her mind and once again looked down at Kiyotaka from her superior position, saying, "Are you really apologizing sincerely?"

Kiyotaka nodded.

"Fine, then I'll give you a chance."

With that, Horikita slowly lifted her clothes up, crossed her legs, and extended one delicate foot toward Kiyotaka.

Fighting back her shyness, she put on a queenly air and said, "Kiss it, and I'll forgive you."

"Gulp." Kiyotaka couldn't help swallowing, staring at Horikita in disbelief. No way, did this woman actually think this was a punishment? This was a damn reward!

Kiyotaka looked at the long, beautiful leg. The calf had just the right amount of muscle, not too much, and as his gaze traveled upward, because one leg was stretched out, he got a full view of the scenery within.

After his eyes had their fill, Kiyotaka slowly asked, "Suzune, if I kiss it, you'll really forgive me?"

Horikita nodded.

Kiyotaka immediately put on a conflicted expression and said in a voice just loud enough for Horikita to hear, "Fine, I'll go all out."

Kiyotaka tremblingly lifted Horikita's delicate foot, giving it the faintest caress, which made Horikita shiver involuntarily, the seductiveness on her face becoming harder and harder to hide.

As Kiyotaka slowly leaned in, he noticed from the corner of his eye that a trace of moisture was gradually appearing in the center of Horikita's pure white panties. This delighted Kiyotaka, and he kept rubbing with his hand, refusing to actually kiss.

"Mmn..." The stimulation was too much, and Horikita couldn't help letting out a moan. She immediately pulled her foot back and said loudly, "Forget it, I forgive you. Don't do this again!"

With that, she hurried to the door, slipped on her shoes, and fled Kiyotaka's dorm as if escaping for her life.

Watching Horikita's panicked retreat, Kiyotaka couldn't help chuckling to himself.

"Looks like this girl puts on a haughty front on the outside, but inside she's pure as can be. My freedom's one step closer!"

Since Horikita was gone, Kiyotaka had no interest in cooking. He casually ordered some food on his terminal, then lay down on the bed and stared blankly into space.

Horikita fled back to her dormitory like she was escaping, and once she closed the door, she collapsed directly onto the floor. She reached down to touch, feeling a trace of moisture at her fingertips, and Horikita felt she had utterly disgraced herself.

Yet, she still recalled the soft sensation of being held by Kiyotaka, that electric feeling. And that stimulating yet comfortable rubbing sensation.

Her face naturally flushed with waves of red, spreading from her cheeks to her neck, and her hands unconsciously began to grow hot.

"Mm... this feeling is so strange."

Time passed, who knew how long, and Horikita's whole body began to tremble. Her legs pressed tightly together, and she kept murmuring that detestable name under her breath.

"Kiyotaka..."

Afterward, Horikita gradually came to her senses. Startled, she recalled what she had done and couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"What on earth am I doing! It's all that pervert's fault!"

As for all this, Kiyotaka was completely unaware at the moment. By then, he had eaten his fill and was lying on his bed, snoring away in a deep sleep.

The next day, when Kiyotaka arrived at the classroom, Horikita was already sitting in her seat, quietly reading a book.

Kiyotaka returned to his seat and greeted Horikita with a good morning.

"Morning."

Horikita hesitated for a long time before finally making up her mind to speak to Kiyotaka, but by then, a graceful figure with short golden hair had appeared beside him.

"I remember you're called Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, right?"

Kiyotaka looked up. I recall this person is named Kushida Kikyo, he thought. She had gotten a lot of responses from the class during the self-introductions back then.

"Yeah, that's me," Kiyotaka replied flatly.

Kikyo extended a hand and looked at Kiyotaka with a sweet smile.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kushida Kikyo. Want to be friends?"

Kiyotaka, seeing this, reached out and gave her hand a light shake.