Welcome to the Paradise of Freedom

Kikyo couldn't help but let out a startled cry.

This time, Kikyo had undoubtedly played with fire too recklessly, fully igniting Kiyotaka's blazing flames.

The resulting consequences were hers alone to bear.

Among the group, Kikyo's body was considered resilient, yet today she found herself convulsing without pause.

She felt as though she'd worn a pair of wings all afternoon, soaring through paradise, her mind flooded with intense sensations that left no room for thought.

With the climax, Kikyo trembled all over, her insides clashing violently like a flood meeting an earthquake.

In the end, Kikyo collapsed onto the bed, her tongue lolling out, too weak to move even a single finger.

"Kiyotaka~ Was it good~? I'll come up with even more tricks next time~"

Kikyo could clearly sense the difference in Kiyotaka's movements today; she knew it was her doing, so despite her exhaustion, she still spoke to please him.

Hearing this, Kiyotaka grabbed her slime and kneaded it vigorously.

"You're really a demon!"

Kikyo licked her lips and smiled at his words.

"Thanks for the compliment, mm~"

Chapter 44: Airi's Gentleness

Meanwhile, in Ryuen's room.

Ryuen was lying on the sofa in his room, a glass of red wine in his hand, slowly swirling it.

Reflected in the wine glass was a burly man relentlessly beating a girl—that girl was Ibuki.

At that moment, Ibuki was curled up on the ground, clutching her stomach, the intense pain making her involuntarily roll her eyes back.

Ryuen stood up, crouched beside Ibuki, and poured a stream of red wine from his glass onto her head.

"Useless thing, can't even handle such a small task—what a waste!"

Ibuki struggled to her feet, panting heavily, and said.

"How can you blame me? That [Ghost Card] clearly had Suzune Horikita's name on it—you and Katsuragi both saw it with your own eyes!"

Ibuki's face was smeared with red wine, her whole demeanor disheveled as she spoke.

Ryuen let out a sinister laugh and tossed a piece of paper onto Ibuki's face.

"I never cared about those hundred points anyway. What I really needed, I've already gotten."

Ibuki picked up the paper, which bore a signed contract. Seeing its contents, she forgot her pain and exclaimed in shock.

"What? Class A has to give us hundreds of thousands of points every month until graduation?"

"Hmph, I didn't fool Katsuragi—everything was witnessed firsthand. This contract is already in effect. I actually achieved my goal this time, but I'm still pissed off. Class D, they actually dared to screw me over!"

With a "bang," the wine glass in Ryuen's hand shattered into pieces, and a hint of madness slowly crept across his face.

But at this moment, Ibuki paid no attention to Ryuen's actions; unbeknownst to her, Kiyotaka's figure had surfaced in her mind...

After being let go by Ryuen, Ibuki still couldn't suppress her curiosity and limped along, wanting to find Kiyotaka.

Unfortunately, at that time, Kiyotaka was locked in battle with Kikyo in his room, and Ibuki didn't know which room was his.

After searching for a long time, she had no choice but to give up.

The entire afternoon, due to Kikyo's demands, both of them had expended a great deal of energy, so they went to the cafeteria together to fill their stomachs.

While eating, Kiyotaka felt his terminal buzz. He opened it and found a text message—from Chabashira.

"Come to the theater."

Seeing the message, Kiyotaka's brow furrowed slightly, and he said.

"Kikyo, take your time eating. I have something to do, so I'll head off first."

"Mm, okay."

Kikyo nodded obediently and watched Kiyotaka leave.

Inside the theater, since there was no performance, it was very dim, the only light coming through the crack of the door Kiyotaka pushed open.

Relying on the faint light, Kiyotaka walked over to Chabashira and sat down beside her.

"What do you want with me?"

Seeing Kiyotaka arrive, Chabashira raised her hand and lightly clapped twice.

"First, congratulations on getting first place. I don't know how you did it, but you're really quite terrifying."

Kiyotaka wasn't buying it. He looked at Chabashira and said flatly.

"First, tell me if you've really met that man. If you can't provide proof, I won't act again."

Hearing this, Chabashira let out a contemptuous laugh and said.

"That man—your father—said that Ayanokoji Kiyotaka would choose to drop out on his own."

"Ah... talking like this is really boring. I feel like we can't continue this conversation."

Chabashira heard Kiyotaka's words and smiled, shaking her head.

"Ayanokoji, sometimes you can be quite naive. Do you think now is the time for me to produce evidence? Don't forget, our deal is that you secure Class A, and I ensure your safety at this school. Otherwise, in my eyes, you are a mistake—someone who needs to be expelled. Do you understand?"

To Kiyotaka, these words were a blatant threat. He suppressed the anger burning inside him, stood up, and walked out.

"One day, you'll regret this."

The door slowly closed, and once again, the theater was plunged into darkness.

Kiyotaka walked along the deck. The night sea breeze should have been cool, but as it blew against him now, it felt unusually stifling and hot.

"Kiyotaka? What are you doing here?"

Airi's surprised voice suddenly came from behind him. Kiyotaka turned to see her wearing a tracksuit, with a trace of sweat at her temples—she must have just come from the gym.

Seeing Kiyotaka silent and his expression different from usual, Airi hurried over anxiously, grabbing the hem of his clothes and asking.

"Kiyotaka, what's wrong? Are you upset?"

When Kiyotaka still didn't answer, Airi directly pulled him toward his room.

Once inside the room, she closed the door. Before Airi could even turn on the light, she felt a powerful force yank her, and she tumbled into Kiyotaka's embrace.

Then she felt a hand press against her softness. An unprecedented, overwhelming grip spread through every nerve in Airi's body.

"Ah, it hurts!"

Though it pained her, Airi still reached out her arms and gently wrapped them around Kiyotaka's head, slowly stroking his hair.

"Kiyotaka, it's okay. Airi is always here with you. If you're unhappy, you can take it out on me all you want. Airi is willing."

Airi's words jolted Kiyotaka awake. He immediately stopped what he was doing and turned on the room's light.

As the light came on, he saw tears glistening at the corners of Airi's eyes—clearly from the pain he had caused—but her expression was one of deep concern for him.

Looking at a face like that before him, Kiyotaka was filled with self-reproach.

"Airi, I'm sorry. I lost control of my emotions."

Airi gently shook her head.

"It's okay, Kiyotaka. As long as you've calmed down, that's what matters."

Airi thought for a moment, then her face flushed as she murmured softly.

"Why don't you take a bath? A hot bath will make you feel much better. I... I'll take care of you."

Seeing Airi so shy yet so focused on him, Kiyotaka's expression softened considerably.

He quickly took charge of both of them and carried Airi in a princess hold straight into the bathroom.

"Huh? Didn't Airi say she would take care of you?"

Before the dazed Airi could process what was happening, she was already in the bathroom. She could only ask blankly.

By then, Kiyotaka had already adjusted the water temperature and lathered his hands with body wash as he said.

"Let me take care of you in the bath—that might make me feel even better."

Hearing this, Airi bit her lower lip and said.

"Then... then go ahead."

Seeing Airi psyching herself up, Kiyotaka couldn't help but smile. His soapy hands slowly pressed against Airi's back.

"Mmm~"

The slick, cool sensation made Airi shiver involuntarily. And as Kiyotaka's hands began to move across her back, Airi felt her legs gradually go weak.

"Kiyotaka... can you not just wash my back? It tickles..."

Hearing this, Kiyotaka acted as if he suddenly understood and moved his hands forward, locking onto that proud softness as if guided by a homing signal.

"Ah! Kiyotaka, don't be bad!"

Airi could clearly feel a certain part of her body being continuously reshaped, and she couldn't help but speak up.

But Kiyotaka acted as if he hadn't heard, continuing to wash Airi's body as he pleased. One hand kept at it while the other began to wander unpredictably over her, making Airi tremble all over as a burning sensation began to kindle from deep within.

"No, stop washing, Kiyotaka. My legs have no strength left."

Forced to turn around, Airi wrapped her arms around Kiyotaka just to barely stay standing. She lifted her face and looked at him with a pleading expression.

"How can that be? A bath needs to be thorough—you have to wash properly. And there's still one place left."

Kiyotaka said with a perfectly serious face.

Airi's pretty face flushed crimson at his words, and her body slowly took on a pinkish hue from shyness.

As he spoke, Kiyotaka slowly explored downward. When he reached his target, he clearly felt an unusual sensation.

"See? Dirt tends to collect here. It needs a good wash!"

With that, he began to press in little by little.

"Kiyotaka, you're so bad. Not there—you can't!"

But how could the delicate Airi possibly be a match for Kiyotaka? How could she ever escape his clutches?

Under Kiyotaka's thorough scrubbing, Airi's entire body trembled.

"Ah!"

Airi shyly hid herself in Kiyotaka's arms, as if unwilling to face this reality.

Kiyotaka cupped Airi's softness in his hand and said.

"Airi, look, I've washed you so clean. Don't you think it's your turn to help me now?"

Hearing this, Airi shot Kiyotaka a coy, reproachful glance. He'd made it so obvious—how could she not understand?

After a moment's hesitation, she squeezed out some body wash, spread it evenly over her pale skin, then pressed herself earnestly against Kiyotaka to start scrubbing him.

Kiyotaka felt Airi's astonishing elasticity all over his body, and occasionally something soft would brush against his skin in an intimate interaction.

Airi wasn't having an easy time either. The gentle rubbing made her body feel stranger and stranger. After barely managing to wash most of him, she slowly crouched down, holding the artificial bath sponge in both hands.

Under Kiyotaka's satisfied expression, she gradually enveloped that warmth.

She began to wash him clumsily, as if feeling the sponge alone wasn't clean enough, so she could only resort to a more thorough method.

This double assault caused Kiyotaka to instinctively grab Airi's head and press it down hard.

"Mmph!"

Airi felt herself instantly filled, her tongue barely able to writhe.

"Hah... hah... cough, cough."

Kiyotaka released his grip, and Airi barely managed to cough twice to catch her breath.

But before she could steady herself, she felt herself being lifted by the waist, and then a searing heat entered her.

"Kiyotaka, this—this is too intense!"

Airi wrapped her arms tightly around Kiyotaka's neck, the violent motion making her babble incoherently.