Welcome to the Free Paradise of the True Sect

Horikita, watching from the side as their hands clasped together, felt an inexplicable irritation rise within her.

She stood up directly, grabbed Kiyotaka, and pulled him outside.

But after dragging him out, Horikita immediately regretted it. Why had she pulled him out? Was there something she needed from him? And in what capacity?

Lost in her tangled thoughts, Horikita led Kiyotaka to the rooftop.

"Is there something you need from me?"

Kiyotaka, having taken in every nuance of Horikita's expression, took the initiative to ask.

At that moment, the usual cold arrogance on Horikita's face had vanished, replaced by a hint of awkwardness.

"I..."

"If there's nothing, I'll head back first."

Seeing Kiyotaka turn to leave, Horikita couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. This scoundrel had bullied her so many times without a word, so why was he suddenly so impatient now!

Horikita grabbed Kiyotaka's hand. Feeling the softness in his grip, he turned to look. Locked in his golden gaze, Horikita felt a faint tingle run through her body.

"I... you still haven't apologized to me from yesterday!"

Horikita stared at Kiyotaka with a stubborn expression.

Hearing this, Kiyotaka's face remained calm as he glanced at her legs with a hint of confusion.

"Then stretch them out, and I'll apologize."

Looking at Kiyotaka's utterly composed face, Horikita felt deeply wronged. She cursed, "You really are a bastard," and then left the rooftop.

Kiyotaka tilted his head back, gazing at the clear, boundless sky, a complex look in his eyes.

"A bastard, huh. That's fine too. At least there's no psychological pressure."

Chapter 4: Black? Changed Style (Revised)

Kiyotaka stayed on the rooftop for a long time, only returning to the classroom when the bell rang.

Entering the classroom, he didn't look at anyone, just lowered his head and walked to his seat.

Their teacher for the class was still that voluptuous homeroom teacher. She didn't care whether anyone was listening, just went on teaching the lesson as she pleased.

Kiyotaka's mind wasn't on studying either; he just stared out at the sky out of boredom. With the knowledge stored in his head, what they were teaching now was as simple as child's play.

Horikita's gaze had been fixed on Kiyotaka ever since he returned. She inexplicably hoped he would notice her.

But up until now, Kiyotaka hadn't even glanced her way, not even from the corner of his eye.

This made the naturally proud Horikita feel a huge sense of disparity. A deep sense of resentment and unwillingness filled her heart.

As soon as the dismissal bell rang, the homeroom teacher swayed her hips and left without a backward glance.

Having been ignored by Kiyotaka all day, Horikita saw him about to leave. Biting her silver teeth, she stood up and said, "Ayanokoji, can you come with me? I want to return your clothes."

Kiyotaka looked at Horikita expressionlessly, paused, and nodded.

And so, Horikita led Kiyotaka to her dormitory.

"Have a seat for a bit. I'll go get your clothes."

"No need. I'll leave as soon as I get them." Kiyotaka shook his head.

Horikita's movement froze as she turned around. She looked at Kiyotaka and asked, "Ayanokoji, do I disgust you that much?"

A rare flicker of emotion crossed Kiyotaka's face. He gave a faint smile and said, "Wasn't it you who refused my apology? How is it that now I'm the one who disgusts you?"

"Then just sit down first! Apologize to me later!"

A blush crept across Horikita's face. Ignoring Kiyotaka, she went into the room to look for the clothes.

Kiyotaka shook his head helplessly, took off his shoes, stepped inside, and sat down on the floor.

Soon, Horikita came out. She was no longer wearing the red-and-white school uniform but had changed into a black set of pajamas. The pajamas were very form-fitting, and as she moved, the lines of her figure were subtly revealed.

Meeting Kiyotaka's strange gaze, Horikita explained stubbornly, "What are you looking at? Isn't it normal for me to change into pajamas when I come back to my dorm?"

"Not normal. I'm still here."

Kiyotaka didn't spare her feelings and answered honestly.

Horikita snorted and turned her head away, then sat down on a chair, looking at Kiyotaka who sat calmly on the floor.

"Ayanokoji, are you going to apologize to me or not?"

Kiyotaka nodded indifferently. After a moment of inner struggle, Horikita slowly crossed her legs. Whether intentionally or not, the panties beneath her sleepwear were fully exposed to Kiyotaka's view.

Black lace trim. Changed style.

Kiyotaka thought silently.

Horikita slowly extended one foot, her heart filled with anticipation and nervousness as she spoke.

"Apologize."

Kiyotaka glanced at Horikita, reached out with both hands to catch her foot, and gently caressed it.

"Mm..." This time, her reaction was even more intense than before. A seductive moan escaped Horikita's crimson lips.

As Kiyotaka's gentle touch continued, Horikita felt her body gradually heat up, as if countless ants were crawling over her, spreading a tingling sensation throughout her entire being. She could no longer maintain her composure and couldn't help but push Kiyotaka's hands away from her toes.

She forcefully pressed Kiyotaka to the ground, and without a moment's hesitation, pressed her delicate lips against his, kissing him with fervor. Horikita felt that the suction between their lips was far from enough to satisfy her, so she pulled Kiyotaka's hand onto her body, signaling that he could caress her freely.

Seizing the opportunity, Kiyotaka quickly ran his hands over Horikita's body, leaving her limp and dazed, as if lost in a haze.

At that moment, Kiyotaka directly unzipped the black nightgown on Horikita's back, exposing a black lace bra starkly to the air.

Horikita could no longer care about shame or anger; she seemed immersed in paradise, unaware even of when Kiyotaka had undone her restraints and was freely toying with her.

All she felt was the growing heat throughout her body, and Kiyotaka's large hands were like pouring oil on the fire, leaving her tingling and unable to resist.

It wasn't until Horikita felt a hint of suffocation that she reluctantly released Kiyotaka's mouth, a thin strand of saliva trailing between them.

Only then did Horikita realize she was completely naked.

Kiyotaka wanted to press his advantage, but when he saw Horikita tightly gripping his descending hand and the pitiful, pleading expression on her face, he let out a long sigh and withdrew his hand.

Seeing Kiyotaka's pained expression, Horikita knew it was her fault. She pressed her bare body against his and said, "Kiyotaka, I'm sorry, I'm not ready yet. Next time, okay?"

Watching Horikita put on such a pitiful look, Kiyotaka couldn't very well refuse.

"But at least I should collect some interest, right?"

In an instant, Horikita's mouth fell open in disbelief. At that moment, Kiyotaka kissed her directly.

Horikita felt Kiyotaka's tongue forcefully invade her mouth, rampaging wildly. With his fervent sucking, she felt her body gradually lose strength, becoming soft and limp. All she could sense was the hot, powerful breath escaping through her nose.

She didn't know how long the kiss lasted, nor how long Kiyotaka's claws had ravaged her. Horikita only felt she was going mad—with no other actions, just kissing and caressing, she already felt herself sinking.

When they finally parted, Horikita's face still bore a delicate blush.

"Am I your girlfriend now?"

Kiyotaka looked at Horikita, docilely lying on top of him, and couldn't help a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

"Of course."

Once Horikita had tidied herself up, and Kiyotaka had enjoyed himself to the fullest, he directly scooped her up in his arms.

"Ah, what are you doing! I'm dirty."

Horikita let out a startled cry.

"Taking a bath together."

Kiyotaka said simply.

Chapter 5: Beach Treasure Hunt

Kiyotaka set Horikita down on the bathroom sink, watching her shyly cling to him, wearing nothing but that little leaf.

Kiyotaka asked with a strange expression, "What? Suzune, you're going to bathe in that?"

At his words, Horikita's blush spread all the way to her ears. She mumbled softly, "No, but don't you dare laugh at me."

Kiyotaka looked at her curiously.

"What would I laugh at you about?"

Horikita didn't explain further, only hesitantly propping up her legs, and with that alluring pose, a glimpse of sanctity appeared.

"Tch, it's actually a Holy Beast." Kiyotaka was shocked inwardly, thinking to himself, he really had struck gold.

Horikita kept her eyes fixed on Kiyotaka's face and caught the slight change in his expression. She immediately covered her white mound and said angrily, "See, you are laughing at me!"

Kiyotaka was amused by Horikita, but he knew the most important thing now was to lower her defenses, or else wouldn't things become difficult later?

His expression softened, and he gently stroked her hair with one hand while rubbing her smooth back with the other.

"How could I laugh at you? I couldn't be happier. Do you know how rare this is? It's my good fortune."

Horikita, naive about such matters, was easily swayed by Kiyotaka's coaxing.

"Really?..."

"Really, I'm not lying to you. You don't have to be so guarded against me. I already promised you I wouldn't touch you today. Don't you trust me?"

As he spoke, Kiyotaka took down her concealing hands. With Horikita's hands lowered, a flawless, sculpted landscape of beauty was fully revealed before Kiyotaka for the first time.

To be honest, aside from her little bunnies being somewhat underwhelming, every inch of Horikita's skin and body was perfect. Coupled with her current expression—slightly shy yet tinged with stubbornness—it made Kiyotaka's great dragon general couldn't help but raise its head in salute.

Seeing Kiyotaka's reaction, Horikita's expression grew even more bashful, yet amidst her shyness, her gaze kept darting over for a peek, and she couldn't help swallowing a few times.

Horikita couldn't tell how others felt, but Kiyotaka's face—that greedy, lustful expression—always made her unbearably shy.

Kiyotaka didn't care at all. He adjusted the water temperature and, without hesitation, aimed the showerhead at Horikita.

Still savoring the fragrance of the stone flower, Horikita was startled by the sudden rush of water and froze in shock.

"Mm~" Unable to hold back the stimulation, she let out a soft, involuntary moan.

Kiyotaka smiled at Horikita's current state, pulled her closer, and made sure her body was thoroughly soaked.

At this moment, Horikita was like a delicate doll, letting Kiyotaka handle her as he pleased.

Once she was fully wet, Kiyotaka hung up the showerhead, squeezed out a generous amount of body wash, and worked it into a lather in his hands.

"I'm going to put the body wash on you now, okay?"

"Mm..." Horikita was so embarrassed she could only let out a faint hum, like a mosquito.

Kiyotaka received Horikita's response and gently began to stroke her with both hands.

As Kiyotaka's hands lightly touched Horikita's back, a chill gradually spread. Her body couldn't help but tremble, and she even felt her legs go slightly weak.

But Horikita hadn't expected this to be just the beginning. Gentle Kiyotaka quietly moved his large hands forward, and Horikita immediately felt a trace of warmth at her lower abdomen.

By then, what Horikita felt was no longer the cold touch.

Instead, it was the warmth from his palms, which grew more pronounced as Kiyotaka lightly brushed against the little white rabbit that had begun to stand up.

"Hn."

Horikita could no longer control her voice, because Kiyotaka was no longer simply applying the body wash—he even cradled the adorable little white rabbit, occasionally teasing its red eyes.

Faced with something that couldn't be processed by common sense, Horikita felt herself growing weak. She began to soften and tremble uncontrollably, unable to stand steady.

Unable to endure this situation any longer, she launched a counterattack without hesitation.