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A first-year has already entered the Student Council? Kiyotaka silently watched the two of them, extracting useful information from their exchange.

Manabu Horikita glanced at Tachibana, then spoke calmly.

"The Student Council can have two vice presidents. Besides Nagumo Miyabi, isn't there still one spot open? I recall the Student Council President has the authority to appoint a vice president, doesn't he?"

Manabu Horikita's presence and words directly suppressed Tachibana into silence; she could only glare resentfully at Kiyotaka.

Kiyotaka naturally noticed Tachibana's gaze, but he paid it no mind. He slowly raised one hand and spoke.

"Sorry to interrupt. Thanks for the offer, but I decline. Joining the Student Council would definitely bring a lot of troublesome matters, right? Unfortunately, I'm the type who hates trouble the most."

Manabu Horikita showed no change in expression, as if he had long anticipated this outcome.

"Is that so? What a shame. My invitation stands indefinitely. Feel free to come find me anytime."

With that, he left in the direction Kiyotaka had come from.

Kiyotaka merely glanced after him, then took the elevator back to his room. Once inside, he quickly turned on the air conditioner, feeling the waves of cool air wash over him before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

After he felt his body temperature gradually drop, he headed into the bathroom to shower. But just as he got his body wet, his door was knocked on—and with considerable force. Kiyotaka assumed it was Sudo and the others.

Letting out a helpless sigh, he casually wrapped a towel around himself and went to open the door.

But who would have thought that when the door opened, the visitor was actually Ibuki? Kiyotaka was stunned for a moment.

"What are you doing here?"

Ibuki rolled her eyes at him directly.

"Didn't you tell me I have to come to your room every day?"

With that, she carried a bag and walked straight into Kiyotaka's room.

Seeing that Ibuki had already entered, Kiyotaka couldn't say much and simply closed the door.

"You've got some nerve. Coming to my room with people coming and going—aren't you afraid Ryuen will find out?"

"Then don't give me orders like that! Relax, I'm being careful."

"Fine, make yourself at home. I was just about to shower, so I'll continue."

With that, Kiyotaka ignored Ibuki and went back into the bathroom to shower.

Ibuki watched Kiyotaka enter the bathroom, then looked at the bag she had brought. She hesitated for a moment before picking it up.

Not long after, as Kiyotaka was showering, he saw the bathroom door twist open. He turned his head and froze.

"What's this all about now?"

Kiyotaka looked at Ibuki in her current state, confused.

Ibuki felt a shame she had never experienced before. Her face was so red it looked like it might ripen. Hearing Kiyotaka's question, she snapped like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, raising her voice.

"Didn't you say I looked good in a maid outfit?! Who knew wearing this thing would be so uncomfortable—I'm going crazy!"

Ibuki was now wearing a black-and-white maid outfit. The design clung tightly to her body, restricting her movements, and the skirt was so long that every step required careful effort to avoid tripping. Ibuki thought these were minor issues—the most important thing was, could someone tell her why this maid outfit was a strapless style?

Her softness was now barely wrapped at the edges by a thin layer of fabric, trembling with every clumsy movement she made, making her feel as if her softness was being toyed with at any moment.

And although it was a long skirt, she kept feeling a draft down below, giving her a very strange sensation—but she couldn't figure out exactly what was wrong.

Kiyotaka watched Ibuki's flustered state, the corners of his mouth involuntarily lifting slightly.

"What an incongruous maid."

Hearing this, Ibuki's temper flared. She glared at Kiyotaka furiously.

"What are you laughing at? Are you done or not?"

Kiyotaka narrowed his eyes slightly at her words, then directly pulled Ibuki under the showerhead, letting the maid outfit on her slowly become wet and transparent.

He pinched Ibuki's chin and spoke softly.

"You're being a bit too bold, aren't you?"

"S-Sorry..."

Kiyotaka's words struck Ibuki like lightning, freezing her in place. She instantly became as docile as a lamb, apologizing.

"I'm not blaming you, but anyone who talks back to me usually gets punished."

As he spoke, Kiyotaka reached for the skin Ibuki had exposed to the air. With a light flick, the thin fabric was completely torn away. Ibuki's snowy softness bounced twice with ample elasticity before falling into Kiyotaka's hands.

"Mm..."

Ibuki felt Kiyotaka's scorching large hand roaming over her snowy softness. Even though cold water was pouring over her, her body grew hotter and hotter.

Ibuki's lips began to unconsciously exhale. In a daze, she sought out Kiyotaka's lips, like a lost wanderer starving for days suddenly finding sweet dew.

She started to greedily suck, her tongue twisting around, producing a "slurping" sound.

Because Ibuki's clothes were completely soaked, her exquisite figure was faintly visible through the clinging maid outfit. But this wet, sticky feeling made Ibuki extremely uncomfortable—yet she no longer had time to care about her clothes. She only felt a blazing fire burning inside her, and her legs involuntarily began to rub together.

She released Kiyotaka, turned around, and leaned over the sink, enduring her shyness as she spoke.

"Kiyotaka..."

Kiyotaka gently lifted the troublesome skirt, but his expression suddenly turned strange.

"Ibuki? What exactly did you buy this time?"

"Huh?"

In her dazed state, Ibuki couldn't make out Kiyotaka's question at all, so she just mumbled a vague reply in response.

As for why Kiyotaka asked Ibuki that, it was mainly because her clothes were far too strange.

Where the fabric should have been tightly wrapped, there was now a large hollowed-out gap. Without needing to remove the cumbersome garment, Kiyotaka could already easily reach anywhere.

In an instant, Ibuki felt an overwhelming fullness. The sensation of being filled made her clench her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

She used all her strength to grip the sink, steadying herself so she wouldn't fall.

For a time, soft chirps like a bird's song echoed without end, and a captivating atmosphere filled the bathroom.

Ibuki didn't know how many times she had collapsed to the floor and struggled back up, until she felt a molten heat spread through her body. With a high-pitched scream, the ordeal finally came to an end.

Only then did Ibuki have time to take off that troublesome outfit. When she saw the gap beneath the skirt, she finally understood what Kiyotaka had meant when he asked her earlier.

"I... this... I didn't know."

Embarrassment made Ibuki wish she could burrow straight into the ground. Her mind went blank as she stammered.

"It's fine. It's pretty good—very different from your usual self. A novel feeling."

Kiyotaka looked at Ibuki, who was shyly shrinking to the side, and couldn't help teasing her.

Fortunately, Ibuki had strong mental fortitude. After a brief adjustment, she walked over to the showerhead, rinsed herself off simply, and then dutifully attended to Kiyotaka's bath.

Kiyotaka enjoyed the comfort. He took note of everything Ibuki did, so he didn't continue to torment her. He just finished bathing calmly.

After putting on fresh clothes, Ibuki felt like she had come back to life. She glanced at Kiyotaka, walked to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water, and finally got down to business.

"Ryuen guessed all the [VIPs], but someone in Class C didn't accept his violent rule and pulled some tricks. That's what led to the current situation."

"Even after pulling tricks, they still got 200 points? Interesting..."

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Chapter 57: Going Out with Karuizawa

In the end, Kiyotaka couldn't escape going out after all.

In the scorching summer heat, one should be holed up under the air conditioner, enjoying the cool breeze. Kiyotaka still couldn't understand why anyone would like to wander around under the blazing sun.

So when Kiyotaka saw Karuizawa's name light up on his terminal, he hung up without a second thought.

But persistence seemed to be Karuizawa's middle name. After hanging up again and again, when the terminal rang once more, Kiyotaka had no choice but to pick up.

"Hello?"

Kiyotaka tried to use a weak, lifeless voice to silently tell Karuizawa that he was tired, but Karuizawa acted as if she had lost all ability to read tone and spoke excitedly.

"Ayanokoji, come out with me!"

Silence. A dead, oppressive silence. Kiyotaka didn't even want to let out a breath.

"Hey? Ayanokoji, are you there!"

"I said, isn't it hot out?"

"Why are you living like some old man in his seventies or eighties? Getting out and moving around is good for your health..."

Before Karuizawa could finish, Kiyotaka decisively hung up, turned off his terminal, and shoved it under his pillow.

He thought that would make Karuizawa give up, but he underestimated her tenacity.

"Bang, bang, bang."

A violent knocking sounded. Kiyotaka didn't want to open the door, because he felt the person behind it meant trouble.

"Ayanokoji! Open up, I know you're in there!"

As if she knew what Kiyotaka was thinking, Karuizawa shouted while pounding on the door.

Kiyotaka sighed helplessly, dragged himself to the door with extreme reluctance, and opened it.

"You finally decided to open up!"

"I think I might have to deal with you right here and now so you can't drag me out."

Kiyotaka looked at Karuizawa's eager expression and said thoughtfully.

Karuizawa's expression froze for a moment, but then she persisted.

"Just come out and play with me. I'm so bored. Shinohara and the others are busy and can't hang out with me."

Under Karuizawa's relentless coaxing, Kiyotaka helplessly changed clothes and followed her out.

When they reached the ground floor, looking at the ground radiating waves of heat under the sun, Kiyotaka stared at Karuizawa expressionlessly and said.

"Can I take it back?"

"Please, just keep me company. Let's try to stay inside the mall, okay? Not outside?"

Karuizawa put her hands together in a pleading gesture and looked at Kiyotaka.

Kiyotaka stared at Karuizawa for a long time before slowly walking out.

Inside the mall, watching Kiyotaka, who seemed to have come alive, Karuizawa spoke curiously.

"I thought you were just making excuses, but I didn't expect you to really hate the heat that much. This is the first time I've seen you look so down."

"Is that so? I think I'm usually pretty down too. There's not much reason to be cheerful, right?"

"That's more like a blank expression, at best."

Karuizawa shot back a remark, then led Kiyotaka to start browsing the stores. From small accessories to large appliances, the two of them basically covered the entire mall.

"Ah~ there's so much I want to buy, what do I do?"

"Aren't you about to become a rich woman? Why hesitate?"

Kiyotaka glanced at Karuizawa and said.

It was true—during the Ship Exam, Karuizawa had successfully escaped and directly earned one million points. Calling her a rich woman was no exaggeration.

"But think about how tough it was for us at the start. Now I'm really hesitant, afraid that something might suddenly come up that needs points to solve, but I won't have enough."

When a person gets used to living paycheck to paycheck, suddenly being handed a huge sum makes them anxious about gains and losses?

Kiyotaka understood Karuizawa's thoughts, so he said.

"Class D's scores are gradually rising too. You can set aside a portion each month as a reserve. Pushing yourself too hard isn't good."

"That's a good idea. I'll do that! Otherwise, seeing the points but not being able to use them, I feel like I'd go crazy."

As the most fashion-forward person in the class, Karuizawa, aside from her school uniform, constantly changed her everyday clothes and bags. Cosmetics and such were indeed a huge expense.

Inspired, Karuizawa's mood instantly lifted. She looked at Kiyotaka and said.