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Horikita noticed that Kiyotaka hadn't raised his hand and looked at him with displeasure.

"For someone with my reclusive personality, I prefer to do nothing, so I'm not voting for anyone. Abstaining."

Kiyotaka said slowly, gazing out the window at the scenery.

"Then you could at least support my proposal?"

"Your plan isn't necessarily the right one. Victory is certainly important for the class, but sometimes if you trample over others' wishes for the sake of winning, how many times can that kind of victory last? Not everyone has your brains and can breeze through exams without worry. Your proposal would directly push them into an abyss without giving them a single ray of hope."

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

"Then, next, please raise your hand if you agree with Karuizawa's suggestion."

Although Karuizawa had a fair number of female supporters, the result was unexpectedly only thirteen votes, with the rest abstaining.

Since the result came from a fair vote, Karuizawa raised no further objections, merely lowering her head to scroll through her terminal without a word.

Chapter 62: Karuizawa's Panties

After the final plan was decided, Hirata began selecting participants for sign-ups, but in reality, it wasn't that simple. Aside from Sudō, who had boldly declared he'd join everything, only a few people like Horikita, Hirata, or Kikyo and Onodera—students with outstanding athletic ability—signed up. Most of the slots remained vacant.

To address this, Hirata decided to conduct a comprehensive physical fitness test during the next gym class to pick out those with stronger abilities and fill the remaining vacancies.

The homeroom meeting ended, and after everyone in the class had left, Kiyotaka was still staring out the window, lost in thought.

Not long after, the classroom door opened, and in walked Chabashira, the homeroom teacher who had been gone for a while.

Chabashira quietly watched Kiyotaka, who was looking out the window, and spoke.

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

Hearing this, Kiyotaka turned around, his gaze calm as still water as he looked at Chabashira.

"Even if there's an agreement between us, how I act is still my freedom. And our agreement is based on the premise that that man really did come and made contact with you. If not, then either you'll pay a heavy price, or I'll personally destroy the entire Class D."

With that, Kiyotaka didn't wait for Chabashira's reply and walked straight out of the classroom toward the dormitory.

When Kiyotaka reached the dormitory entrance, he found Karuizawa already waiting for him at the door.

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

Karuizawa started complaining as soon as she saw Kiyotaka.

Kiyotaka ignored her, opened the door, and said.

"Come in and talk."

Karuizawa shrugged indifferently and followed Kiyotaka into the room.

As soon as they entered, Kiyotaka let out a sigh and lay down on the bed.

"Are you tired?"

Karuizawa rarely saw Kiyotaka show such an expression and asked curiously.

"A little. Class D is too chaotic right now. Under these circumstances, aiming to challenge Class A is nothing but a pipe dream."

Kiyotaka said, covering his face with one hand.

Seeing Kiyotaka like this, Karuizawa put down her bag, moved closer to him, and placed her slender hands on his shoulders, gently massaging them.

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

Karuizawa asked her question while continuing to massage Kiyotaka.

Enjoying the massage, Kiyotaka said.

"I have to commend your improvisation. It's already no small feat to argue with Horikita to this extent."

"You've got some nerve saying that! Honestly, even I agreed with Horikita's point of view. Having me suddenly come out to oppose her was really nerve-wracking, you know?"

Karuizawa shot Kiyotaka a reproachful glance.

"Horikita's thinking is too extreme right now. Admittedly, her strategy might be the most perfect for this Sports Festival, but given the density of the school's exams, most of them require class cooperation. What she's doing could very well cause Class D's unity to fall apart in the future. I'm just keeping a backup plan."

Knowing Karuizawa wouldn't understand, Kiyotaka explained as best he could.

"So I'm your backup plan?"

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

"Who knows..."

Karuizawa was very dissatisfied with Kiyotaka's listless reply. Her gaze gradually drifted downward to a certain spot, and a mischievous hand reached out.

"Your voice is weak, but down here, you're pretty energetic."

Once bitten, twice shy—Karuizawa had grown somewhat accustomed to this situation, so when she easily slipped it off and saw Kiyotaka's spirited state, she said teasingly.

Then, without hesitation, she parted her lips, applied herself to it, inhaling and exhaling as her fragrant tongue coiled around, quite sweet.

Unbeknownst to her, although Kiyotaka hadn't touched her, Karuizawa felt her body gradually grow strange. Her two long legs unconsciously pressed together, trying to wipe away that moist sensation. Lost in her haze, she felt a certain emptiness, so she guided Kiyotaka's hand to cover her softness.

"Hmm~"

When she felt Kiyotaka's body heat and the pain and pleasure from her softness, Karuizawa felt that emptiness suddenly fill up, and she let out an involuntary moan of comfort.

As she was filled, Karuizawa grew even more vigorous, as if she wanted to synchronize their states, making Kiyotaka's whole body weak and powerless as well.

Her tongue writhed, the little snake coiled lightly—Karuizawa gave it everything she had, persisting for nearly an hour before she felt a cup of white tea slip down her throat, instantly filling her already small cherry mouth.

This time, Karuizawa didn't even need Kiyotaka's reminder; she swallowed it all down without leaving a single drop, and even licked her lips with lingering satisfaction.

Without realizing it, she had grown addicted to this taste, even feeling that a hint of sweetness still lingered in her mouth.

From start to finish, Kiyotaka had done nothing on his own initiative. He simply watched Karuizawa's movements in silence, his expression blank and calm as a still mirror, except for a flicker of emotion at the very last moment.

But Karuizawa wasn't surprised at all; she even thought Kiyotaka's behavior was normal. It was only right that she should serve him, after all—he had protected her, given her his promise, and this was what she owed.

Sometimes, human thought is terrifying. At this moment, Karuizawa's mind had been subtly reshaped by Kiyotaka...

After finishing with Kiyotaka, Karuizawa twisted her hips awkwardly, then quietly went to his wardrobe, grabbed something or other, and dashed into the bathroom.

When she came out, her face flushed red, she shoved something into Kiyotaka's hand and then hurriedly fled. At the door, she poked her head back in, stuck out her tongue, and said, "Swap with me. I'm afraid that when you think of me, you won't be able to find me. Heh."

Once the door closed, Kiyotaka opened his palm and found a pair of soft pink panties stuffed inside, the center clearly damp.

He walked straight to his wardrobe, noticed a gap where his underwear was stored—clearly someone had opened it—and upon checking, found that one pair from the top was missing.

This left Kiyotaka staring at the panties in his hand with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

"Another one? Guess we're fated, huh..."

Indeed, on the Uninhabited Island, he had already taken one pair. Though that time had been unintentional, this kind of fate was a bit strange.

On her way back, Karuizawa knew she was now wearing Kiyotaka's underwear. With every step, the friction made her feel as if Kiyotaka was brushing against her down there, her cheeks growing redder and redder, her beauty dazzling beyond words.

Kiyotaka's underwear was dirty too.

Chapter 63: A Misfortune for Kiyotaka

In gym class, after Class D had practiced their entrance and exit drills for a while, they began selecting participants for the optional events.

"I borrowed it."

Sudo shook the hand dynamometer in his hand and said.

Since the current selection criteria were based on Horikita's ability-focused system, testing strength was simple but very effective, especially since most of the boys' events required pure physical power for competition.

"Let's test our dominant hand strength in order. Just tell me the results verbally, and I'll record them."

Hirata said with a smile before preparing to log the data.

"Alright! I'll go first. Let me show you what the ceiling of strength looks like!"

Sudo flexed his muscles and declared.

Everyone was clearly used to Sudo's nonsensical antics, so Hirata just smiled and said, "Then I'll leave it to you."

"Watch closely, Ayanokoji. You should learn from me and work out more! This is real manly strength."

Sudo winked at the daydreaming Kiyotaka, then his right hand suddenly exerted force, his shoulder trembling violently as the dynamometer was squeezed.

"Waaah!"

With a strange yell from Sudo, the numbers on the electronic dynamometer shot up rapidly, breaking past fifty in an instant and climbing straight upward.

Sixty, seventy—finally, at eighty-two kilograms, Sudo released his grip weakly.

"Eighty-two kilos? That's insane!"

"Hmph! You think I've been slacking off in my training? I'm pretty confident in my athletic ability!"

Sudo said proudly.

With that, Sudo passed the dynamometer to the next person.

Everyone measured their numbers and told Hirata.

When it was Kiyotaka's turn, he found himself in a bind. He had used dynamometers countless times in the WR, but here, what was the average?

"Sudo, let me ask you something."

Kiyotaka grabbed Sudo beside him and asked.

"Hm? What?"

"Generally speaking, how many kilograms counts as passing?"

Kiyotaka posed his question.

"Hmm, about sixty kilos?"

Sudo considered and gave his answer.

"Sixty? Got it."

When it was his turn, Kiyotaka took the dynamometer, turning the display panel toward himself so he could see clearly.

Then he began to exert force. When the number neared fifty, he controlled his strength to let it rise slowly, and when it hit exactly sixty, he stopped pushing.

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

Kiyotaka said as he handed the dynamometer to the next person and walked over to Hirata.

"Sixty exactly."

Hirata looked at Ayanokoji with slight surprise as he said this.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to be this strong, Ayanokoji."

"Huh? Isn't sixty just the average?"

Hirata gave Ayanokoji a strange look.

"Probably not. More like forty or fifty, or even less."

"...Sudo."

Ayanokoji was speechless.

"Hirata, I got 42.6. Give me a little to round it up to fifty!"

Just then, Ike ran over and started bargaining with Hirata.

Ayanokoji glanced at the recording board and noticed that Hirata had accurately filled in 42.6, while everyone else was hovering around forty to fifty kilograms.

In the end, aside from Koenji, who didn't participate because he couldn't care less, Ayanokoji actually ended up second in the class.

"I miscalculated."

Ayanokoji sighed. At this rate, he might get picked to compete.

He had intended to precisely hit the middle value to avoid participating, but who would have thought that aside from him, even Hirata—someone outstanding in every aspect—had only reported a grip strength of 57.9 kilograms.

Sudo, who had high expectations for the Sports Festival, shook his head in disdain after seeing the class results.

"What kind of results are these for our class? Second place is Ayanokoji? How is that any different from total failure?"

Though it was an undeniable fact, the fact that Sudo could say it so brazenly—even Ayanokoji had to admire his audacity.