Welcome to Paradise of Freedom

"Ow ow ow, what are you doing?"

Ike immediately started wailing.

"Letting off steam!"

"I give up, I give up!"

Regardless, everyone was grateful to Ike—he'd helped Sudo calm down.

"Whew, so, so tired. Feels like I can't breathe."

At that moment, Airi, who had finished running, returned to the tent and sat down beside Kiyotaka.

She smoothed out her rapid breaths, then excitedly pressed herself against Kiyotaka, her full chest wrapping tightly around him.

"Kiyotaka, guess what? For the first time, I wasn't last!"

It seemed Airi had finally surpassed someone.

"That's great, Airi. But you need to be careful not to overdo it. If you get too carried away, you might get hurt."

Kiyotaka subtly patted Airi on the head, speaking softly.

"Mm, I know!"

Airi squinted her eyes in satisfaction, smiling like a cat purring contentedly after being petted.

"The last match is Suzune's. She should be fine, right?"

"Her athletic ability isn't bad."

Kiyotaka gave an objective assessment.

The participants for the final match took their positions.

Kiyotaka noticed an interesting figure on the field besides Horikita.

"Didn't expect Ibuki to be in the same group as Horikita. What a strange combination."

Kikyo had learned quite a bit about the Uninhabited Island incident since then. She now sidled up to Kiyotaka's other side and spoke.

"Kiyotaka, who do you think will win?"

Kikyo playfully stuck out her tongue and looked at Kiyotaka.

"Who knows? Their abilities are about the same."

Kiyotaka shook his head, replying flatly.

The preparatory signal sounded, and all competitors assumed their starting stances.

Horikita and Ibuki both crouched down, hands on the ground. Watching the sag of their chests, Kiyotaka felt Horikita had already lost—and lost quite thoroughly at that.

It was a depressing truth.

The whistle blew, and Ibuki got a perfect start right away. Horikita was a beat slower but quickly accelerated, gradually closing the gap with Ibuki.

Though Ibuki's start was flawless, she seemed to focus most of her attention on Horikita, which kept her sprint speed from being too fast.

In the final stretch, Horikita wore a confident expression the whole way, directly overtaking Ibuki to snatch first place. Even Ibuki's ample chest couldn't make up for the gap between them.

This match became a showcase for the two of them. They left everyone else far behind, and Horikita maintained that narrow lead all the way to the finish line.

Ibuki stood beside Horikita, panting heavily. Her violent breathing made her two mounds tremble and shake. She kicked the ground in frustration, then cast a barely perceptible glance toward Class D's Kiyotaka before heading back to the White Camp.

"That was close."

Kiyotaka approached the returning Horikita with a towel.

"I think so too, but I'm still first place."

Horikita naturally took the towel, wiped her face, and spoke as if it were only right.

"I heard you went to see Koenji."

"What a troublesome source of information."

Horikita didn't want to discuss this further, so Kiyotaka dropped it.

But no one knew that Horikita's heart was gradually changing. If she were a little more sociable, maybe things would be different.

Kiyotaka made an excuse to leave the camp and headed toward the small forest. At the same time, someone from the White Camp did the same.

"Pretty frustrating?"

In the small forest, Kiyotaka looked at the figure before him and asked.

The figure stretched lazily, stood up, and replied.

"It definitely sucks, but losing to Horikita was my own problem. I'm just frustrated with myself."

Waiting here was none other than Ibuki, who had just finished her match.

Ibuki looked at Kiyotaka's cold expression and said with slight dissatisfaction.

"Just like you imagined, things are moving."

"Mm, I know."

The two of them chatted idly without any real direction, neither fully understanding what the other was expressing.

Kiyotaka watched Ibuki's expression, then roughly pulled her into his arms, whispering in her ear.

"Your look—are you dissatisfied?"

Ibuki shuddered, her speech faltering.

"N-no... Let me go. If someone sees us, we're both done for!"

She twisted her body, struggling fiercely in Kiyotaka's embrace.

"It seems I've let you run loose lately, and it's gone to your head, hasn't it?"

Kiyotaka stood unmoving, holding her tight, and mercilessly attacked her softness directly.

"Hmph~"

Ibuki's body went limp, weakly leaning into Kiyotaka's arms.

He grabbed her chin and kissed her mouth without restraint.

"Mmph!..."

Ibuki's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Kiyotaka.

But then, as if resigned, she began to fight back inside his mouth, her tongue coiling like a nimble serpent, launching a counter-raid.

Their saliva mingled with a wet, sucking sound, and Ibuki's face grew redder, her body temperature rising.

"Hah... hah..."

Kiyotaka released her, and she immediately collapsed to the floor, sticking out her tongue and gasping for air, trying to shake off the suffocating sensation.

"Eat."

Kiyotaka looked down at Ibuki, giving an unquestionable order.

Ibuki stared at him in shock.

"Here?"

But Kiyotaka gave no reply, only watching her silently.

Left with no choice, Ibuki began to serve him, tense with the fear of being discovered at any moment.

Even though she was the one serving Kiyotaka, she felt her own body burning with heat, desperately yearning for something to fill the emptiness inside her.

As she served, she looked up at him with pleading, pitiful eyes.

Kiyotaka naturally noticed this and asked with a faint smile.

"Didn't you say someone might find us here?"

Ibuki fell silent, then redoubled her efforts, even reaching a hand down to soothe herself slightly.

"Hngh..."

Driven by restlessness, Ibuki could no longer hold back. She propped herself up with one hand, breathing heavily, her tongue lolling out as she panted.

Kiyotaka watched her performance calmly, his eyes utterly unreadable.

Ibuki's dazed eyes locked onto Kiyotaka as she moved rhythmically. Seeing his lack of action, her last defenses crumbled.

"Please... I'm begging you."

She spoke in broken fragments, the turmoil inside her robbing her of coherent thought.

"Why?"

Kiyotaka's question snapped her back to reality for a moment.

She answered without hesitation.

"You hide your true self deeply—you're terrifying. I can't stand being stuck in Class C. I can't stand failing again and again. I want a better future. I'm willing to submit to you, serve you as my master, even be your dog if I have to."

"Is it necessary to degrade yourself like this?"

Ibuki's eyes, hazy with desire, held a trace of bitterness.

"You've already taken my body, and lately, I can't help but think of you. Deep down, I somehow feel you're someone worth devoting myself to. Ridiculous, isn't it?"

Kiyotaka crouched down, stroking her hair, and spoke softly.

"As my woman, you don't need to be so lowly. Just offer me your sincere submission, and I'll fight for the future you want."

His words were like a devil's whisper. Ibuki's eyes grew clouded with lust. She lifted her waist slightly, murmuring.

"My master, please take me."

This time, Kiyotaka didn't keep her waiting. In an instant, he filled all her emptiness and unease.

The overwhelming satisfaction made Ibuki grab his back tightly, her nails unconsciously digging in, leaving scratches across his skin. But Kiyotaka showed no sign of pain.

This time, Ibuki was more proactive than ever. Perhaps because her heart had grown dark from his neglect over the past days, the sudden happiness made her cherish it fiercely. Her waist moved wildly, while her body tensed in resistance to give Kiyotaka the best sensation.

She pushed down hard, each repetition bringing her closer to the peak. As she rose and fell, she reached the crest of a wave, her body trembling violently as her core clenched tight.

Kiyotaka matched her rhythm and released, the intense surge flooding Ibuki's senses.

This caused Mio to roll her eyes slightly, her tongue uncontrollably lolling out, looking like she was about to break.

"Master... I'm going to break."

Mio seemed to have fully accepted this persona, every word dripping with respect.

Kiyotaka gave her plump flesh a firm squeeze, leaving the marks of his victorious conquest before speaking.

"Stay like this for now. When the time is right, would you be willing to come to my class?"

Mio gazed at Kiyotaka with spring in her eyes and murmured.

"Of course I would. I'll wait for you, Master."

Mio took the initiative to clean up the remnants on Kiyotaka's body, then helped him dress, as docile as a pushover.

Kiyotaka smiled at the sight.

"You look better with your thorns out, though."

Hearing this, Mio's face flushed red, and she couldn't help but shoot Kiyotaka a sidelong glance, but her demeanor regained much of her former pride.

"Conquest: Mio Ibuki successful. Reward: a piece of information related to you. Accept?"

A long-unheard voice rang out in Kiyotaka's mind. He hesitated for a moment, then chose to accept.

"Undercurrents are stirring. Gain greater power and connections as soon as possible—it will benefit you."

After saying this, the voice in his mind paused before continuing.

"Upon completing the Karuizawa conquest mission, the next target will be issued."

The voice in Kiyotaka's mind fell silent.

"Master, are you okay?"

Mio looked at Kiyotaka, who stood there dazed, and asked with concern.

"I'm fine. We've been out for a while; it's time to head back."