Karuizawa's Panties / Kiyotaka's Misfortune

Horikita noticed that Kiyotaka hadn't raised his hand. She shot him a displeased look and said,

"With my reclusive personality, I'd rather do nothing, so I'm not voting for anyone. I abstain."

Kiyotaka gazed out the window and spoke in an unhurried tone.

"Then why not support my proposal?"

"Your plan isn't necessarily the right one. Victory is certainly important for the class, but if you ignore everyone else's wishes just to win, how many times do you think you'll be able to keep winning? Not everyone has a brain like yours, letting them breeze through exams without worry. Your proposal would push them straight into the abyss, leaving them no hope of seeing even a single ray of sunlight."

Once Kiyotaka finished speaking, Horikita fell silent, unsure how to respond.

"Then, everyone who agrees with Karuizawa's suggestion, please raise your hand."

Although plenty of girls supported Karuizawa, the result was surprisingly just thirteen votes. Everyone else abstained.

Since the result had come from a fair vote, Karuizawa didn't object again. She simply lowered her head and started scrolling through her device, saying nothing more.

Chapter 62: Karuizawa's Panties

After they settled on a final plan, Hirata began choosing participants. But it wasn't that simple. Apart from Sudo, who'd boldly declared that he'd enter every event, only a handful of students signed up, including Horikita, Hirata, Kikyo, and Onodera, who all had exceptional athletic ability. Most of the spots remained unfilled.

Hirata decided that they would conduct a comprehensive fitness test in their next physical education class and select students with outstanding abilities to fill the vacant spots.

After the class meeting ended and everyone had left, Kiyotaka remained there, staring out the window.

Before long, the classroom door opened, and their homeroom teacher, Chabashira, walked in. She had been gone for quite some time.

Chabashira quietly watched Kiyotaka gazing out the window, then spoke.

"Are you planning to stand by and watch things unfold like this? Don't forget, if you can't demonstrate your value, it'll be very difficult for me to protect you as your teacher. I have no reason to sacrifice my own interests for an ordinary student."

At that, Kiyotaka turned around and looked at Chabashira with eyes as calm as still water.

"Even if we have an agreement, what I do is still up to me. Besides, our agreement was based on the condition that that man really came here and made contact with you. If not, either you'll pay a heavy price, or I'll personally destroy Class D."

Without waiting for Chabashira to reply, Kiyotaka left the classroom and headed back to the dorm.

When he reached the dorm entrance, he found Karuizawa waiting for him.

"You're so slow! My legs are sore from waiting."

The moment Karuizawa saw Kiyotaka, she started complaining.

Kiyotaka ignored her and opened the door.

"Come inside."

Karuizawa shrugged indifferently and followed him into the room.

As soon as he entered, Kiyotaka sighed and lay down on the bed.

"Are you tired?"

Karuizawa rarely saw Kiyotaka make that kind of face, so she couldn't help asking in surprise.

"A little. Class D is a mess right now. Under these circumstances, thinking we can challenge Class A is a bit of a pipe dream."

Kiyotaka covered his face with one hand.

Seeing how Kiyotaka looked, Karuizawa set down her bag and moved closer. She placed her slender hands on his shoulders and began gently massaging them.

"I haven't asked you yet. At the class meeting, you messaged me and told me to oppose Horikita no matter what she said. Why?"

As she massaged Kiyotaka, Karuizawa voiced the question that had been bothering her.

Enjoying the massage, Kiyotaka said,

"I have to compliment you on how well you handled things on the spot. It wasn't easy to argue with Horikita to that extent."

"You've got some nerve saying that. Even I agreed with Horikita's opinion. You suddenly told me to speak up against her, and I panicked, okay?"

Karuizawa gave Kiyotaka a reproachful look.

"Horikita's thinking is too extreme right now. Her approach may well be the best one for this Sports Festival, but judging from how frequently the school holds exams, they'll mostly require cooperation from the whole class. Her plan could easily leave Class D divided in the future. I was just keeping a backup option."

Kiyotaka knew Karuizawa wouldn't understand, so he did his best to explain.

"So I'm your backup option?"

Karuizawa's eyes widened as she looked at Kiyotaka expectantly.

"Who knows..."

Karuizawa was very dissatisfied with Kiyotaka's halfhearted answer. Her gaze gradually drifted downward, and one mischievous hand reached out.

"You may sound half-asleep, but this seems pretty lively."

By now, Karuizawa had gotten used to the situation. Once she casually slipped it free and saw Kiyotaka's enthusiasm, she teased him.

Then she willingly parted her lips and took him in, her tongue twining around him as she worked, sweet and eager.

Though Kiyotaka didn't touch her, Karuizawa gradually began to feel strange. Her long legs instinctively pressed together, as if she wanted to wipe away the dampness. Amid her growing intoxication, she felt a little empty, so she guided Kiyotaka toward her softness.

"Mm~"

When she felt Kiyotaka's warmth and the mix of pain and pleasure from her softness, the emptiness inside her was suddenly filled. She couldn't help letting out a comfortable moan.

Even as she felt fulfilled, Karuizawa worked harder, as if she wanted to bring Kiyotaka to the same state and leave him completely drained.

Her lips and tongue moved, her little tongue circling as she used every trick she knew. After keeping it up for nearly an hour, she finally felt a cup of white tea spill into her mouth, filling her small cherry lips.

This time, Karuizawa didn't even need Kiyotaka to remind her. She swallowed every last drop, then licked her lips, still wanting more.

Without realizing it, she'd grown attached to the taste. She even thought she could still savor its lingering sweetness in her mouth.

Kiyotaka hadn't taken the initiative at all from beginning to end. He just quietly watched Karuizawa, his expression changing only for a moment at the very end. The rest of the time, he remained expressionless and still as a mirror.

Karuizawa wasn't surprised in the slightest. She even thought it was only natural for Kiyotaka to act that way. She should be the one serving him, after all. Kiyotaka had protected her and made her a promise. This was what she ought to give in return.

Sometimes, a person's thoughts could be frightening. Karuizawa, for instance, had been changed by Kiyotaka without even realizing it...

After finishing with Kiyotaka, Karuizawa gave her bottom a coy little wiggle, then quietly went to Kiyotaka's wardrobe, took something out, and hurried into the bathroom.

When she came out, her face was bright red. She stuffed something into Kiyotaka's hand, then hurried away. At the door, she peeked her head back in and stuck out her tongue.

"Let's trade. I'm afraid you'll think of me sometime and not be able to find me. Bleh."

After the door closed, Kiyotaka finally opened his hand and found a pink pair of panties tucked inside. The damp spot at the center was unmistakable.

Kiyotaka went straight to his wardrobe and found an empty space where he kept his underwear. Someone had clearly opened it. When he checked, he found that one of the pairs on top was missing.

Kiyotaka looked at the panties in his hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Another pair? Are we destined to keep doing this...?"

After all, Kiyotaka had already taken a pair on the Uninhabited Island. Though that time had been an accident, this kind of connection was a little strange.

On her way back, Karuizawa knew she was wearing Kiyotaka's underwear. With every step, the friction made her feel as though Kiyotaka were rubbing her there. Her cheeks grew even redder, and she looked so charming that she was impossible to resist.

Kiyotaka's panties were dirty, too.

Chapter 63: Kiyotaka's Misfortune

During physical education class, the students of Class D practiced their entrances and exits for a long time before beginning to choose participants for the individual events.

"I borrowed one."

Sudo waved the handgrip exerciser he was holding.

Since the selection criteria were based on the standards Horikita had proposed, testing their strength was simple but effective. Most of the boys' events, in particular, required pure strength.

"Let's test everyone's dominant-hand grip strength in order. Just tell me your results, and I'll record them."

After saying that, Hirata got ready to take notes.

"Great! I'll go first. I'll show you what the absolute limit of strength looks like!"

Sudo flexed his muscles.

Everyone was already used to Sudo's illogical, outlandish behavior, so Hirata only smiled slightly and said,

"Then, please go ahead."

"Watch closely, Ayanokoji. You should learn from me and work out more! This is what a man's strength looks like."

Sudo winked at Kiyotaka, who was standing nearby in a daze. Then he suddenly exerted force with his right hand, his shoulder trembling violently as he squeezed the handgrip.

"Raaah!"

With a strange yell from Sudo, the number on the electronic grip meter shot up. It passed fifty in an instant and kept climbing.

Sixty, seventy... It wasn't until the number reached eighty-two kilograms that Sudo finally let go, his strength spent.

"Eighty-two kilograms? That's ridiculous!"

"Hmph! You think I've been working out for nothing? I'm pretty confident in my athletic abilities!"

Sudo said proudly.

Then he passed the handgrip to the next person.

Everyone tested their grip strength and told Hirata their results.

When it was almost Kiyotaka's turn, he hesitated. He'd used handgrip exercisers countless times in the White Room, but how much strength counted as average here?

"Sudo, can I ask you something?"

Kiyotaka grabbed the Sudo beside him.

"Hm? What is it?"

"What would you say is a passing grip strength, generally speaking?"

Kiyotaka asked.

"Hmm, maybe around sixty kilograms?"

Sudo considered it and gave him an answer.

"Sixty, huh? Okay."

When it was Kiyotaka's turn, he held the handgrip with the display facing him so he could read it easily.

Then he began squeezing. As the number neared fifty, Kiyotaka started controlling his strength so it would rise slowly. As soon as it reached exactly sixty, he stopped squeezing.

"Ah... I'm out of strength."

As he spoke, Kiyotaka handed the handgrip to the next person and walked over to Hirata.

"Exactly sixty."

Hirata looked at Kiyotaka with some surprise.

"Wow, Kiyotaka, I didn't realize you were that strong."

"Huh? Isn't sixty just average?"

Hirata gave Kiyotaka a strange look.

"Maybe not. Probably forty or fifty, or even less?"

"...Sudo."

Kiyotaka was speechless.

"I got 42.6, Hirata. Can't you add a little to make it fifty?"

Ike came over and tried to bargain with Hirata.

Kiyotaka glanced at the results sheet and saw that Hirata had still written down 42.6 exactly. The rest of the class had mostly scored between forty and fifty kilograms.

In the end, apart from Koenji, who hadn't bothered participating, Kiyotaka had somehow become the second strongest in the class.

"I miscalculated."

Kiyotaka sighed. At this rate, they might choose him to compete.

He'd meant to land precisely in the middle and avoid participating. Who knew that, aside from Kiyotaka, even Hirata—who was excellent in every way—had only reported a grip strength of 57.9 kilograms?

Sudo, who had been looking forward to the Sports Festival, shook his head in dismay when he saw the class's results.

"What's with our class's results? The second-best score is Ayanokoji's. How is that any different from being doomed?"

It was a fact no one could deny, but Sudo had said it so brazenly that even Kiyotaka had to admire his nerve.