Ibuki in the Woods (Revised) (cont.)

"Ow, ow, ow! What are you doing?"

Ike let out a howl.

"Blowing off steam!"

"I give up, I give up!"

Whatever the case, everyone was grateful to Ike. He'd managed to calm Sudo down.

"Huff, huff... I'm so tired. I can barely breathe."

Airi returned to the tent after finishing her run and sat down beside Kiyotaka.

She steadied her ragged breathing, then excitedly leaned against Kiyotaka, pressing her ample chest snugly against him.

"Kiyotaka, guess what? For once, I wasn't the slowest!"

It seemed Airi had finally beaten someone for the first time.

"You did great, Airi. But be careful not to overdo it. If you get carried away, you could hurt yourself."

Kiyotaka gently stroked Airi's head, doing so without drawing attention, and spoke softly.

"Mm, I know!"

Airi smiled contentedly with her eyes closed, like a little cat purring as someone stroked its fur.

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

"She's got decent athletic ability."

Kiyotaka gave an objective assessment.

The racers for the final event took their places.

Kiyotaka noticed an interesting figure on the track alongside Horikita.

"I didn't expect Ibuki to be competing against Horikita. What an unusual pairing."

Kikyo had learned quite a bit about the Uninhabited Island incident afterward. Now, she moved 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? They're about evenly matched."

Kiyotaka shook his head and replied calmly.

The signal to get ready sounded, and the racers crouched into their starting positions.

Horikita and Ibuki both crouched down with their hands on the ground. Looking at how their chests sagged, Kiyotaka decided Horikita had already lost—and lost by a landslide.

It was a sobering truth.

The whistle blew, and Ibuki got off to a perfect start. Horikita was a beat behind, but she quickly picked up speed and began closing in.

Ibuki had made a perfect start, but she seemed to be focusing most of her attention on Horikita, so she wasn't running all that fast.

In the final stretch, Horikita kept a confident look on her face and surged past Ibuki to take first place. Not even the fullness of Ibuki's chest could make up the difference between them.

The race 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.

Ibuki stood beside Horikita, panting. Her heavy breathing made her breasts bounce and sway. She kicked the ground in frustration, then glanced almost imperceptibly toward Kiyotaka in Class D before heading back to the White Camp.

"That was close."

Kiyotaka approached Horikita with a towel as she returned.

"I thought so too, but I still came in first."

Horikita naturally took the towel and wiped her face, speaking as if it were only to be expected.

"I heard you went to see Koenji."

"What a troublesome source of information."

Horikita didn't want to discuss it further, so Kiyotaka let it go.

But no one knew that Horikita was gradually changing inside. If she became a little more sociable, would things turn out differently?

Kiyotaka made an excuse and left the camp, heading toward a small grove. At the same time, someone from the White Camp did the same.

"Are you upset about losing?"

Inside the grove, Kiyotaka looked at the figure before him and asked.

The figure stretched and stood up.

"Of course I'm annoyed. But I lost to Horikita because of my own shortcomings. I'm only frustrated with myself."

The person waiting here was none other than Ibuki, fresh from the race.

Ibuki looked at Kiyotaka's cool expression and said with a hint of displeasure,

"Just like you expected, things are moving along."

"Mm, I know."

The two of them made small talk that seemed to go nowhere. It wasn't clear what they meant.

Kiyotaka studied Ibuki's expression, then pulled her into his arms and whispered in her ear.

"You look unhappy. Are you dissatisfied?"

Ibuki shuddered, and her words came out a little haltingly.

"N-no... I'm not. Let go of me. If someone sees us, we're both finished!"

Ibuki twisted and struggled with all her might in Kiyotaka's arms.

"Seems I've been letting you have your way lately, and you've started getting carried away."

Kiyotaka remained unmoved, holding her tightly as he mercilessly attacked her soft flesh.

"Mm..."

Ibuki's body went limp, and she nestled weakly against Kiyotaka.

Kiyotaka tipped up Ibuki's chin and kissed her without restraint.

"Mm...!"

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

But then, as if accepting her fate, she began to fight back with her tongue, winding it around his like a snake as she tried to turn the tables.

Their saliva mingled, and the sound of their kisses grew wet and loud. Ibuki's cheeks flushed ever redder, and her body temperature steadily rose.

"Hah... hah..."

Kiyotaka let Ibuki go. She immediately slumped to the ground, tongue out, gasping as she tried to shake off the suffocating sensation.

"Use your mouth."

Kiyotaka looked down at Ibuki and ordered her without giving her any room to refuse.

Ibuki stared at Kiyotaka in astonishment.

"Here?"

But Kiyotaka gave her no answer. He only watched her quietly.

With the fear of being discovered at any moment weighing on her, Ibuki could only begin to serve him.

Although Ibuki was the one serving Kiyotaka, she felt her body burning all over, fervently longing for something to fill the emptiness inside her.

As she served him, she looked at Kiyotaka pleadingly, her expression pitiful.

Kiyotaka noticed and asked with a faint smile,

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

Ibuki fell silent. She served him even more earnestly, even reaching out with one hand to give herself a little comfort.

"Mm..."

Overwhelmed by her agitation, Ibuki could no longer hold back. She braced herself with one hand and breathed heavily, her little tongue slipping out as she panted.

Kiyotaka watched Ibuki's performance quietly, his expression unmoved.

Ibuki gazed at Kiyotaka with hazy eyes. As she kept moving, she saw that he still wasn't doing anything. Her last line of defense finally crumbled.

"P-please..."

Ibuki stammered the words out, the restlessness inside her having already robbed her of the ability to think clearly.

"Why?"

Kiyotaka's question brought Ibuki back to her senses for a moment.

She answered without hesitation.

"You're a terrifying person who hides your true nature well. I don't want to stay in Class C. I'm sick of failing again and again. I want a better future, and I'm willing to submit to you and serve you as my master. I'd even be your dog."

"Do you really need to debase yourself this much?"

Ibuki's eyes were hazy, with a trace of sorrow in them.

"You've already claimed my body. And lately, I keep thinking about you, even though I don't want to. Somehow, deep down, I feel like you're someone worth giving myself to. It's ridiculous, isn't it?"

Kiyotaka crouched down, stroked Ibuki's hair, and spoke softly.

"If you belong to me, you don't have to lower yourself this much. All you need to do is submit to me sincerely, and I'll help you get the future you want."

Kiyotaka's words were like a demon's whisper. Ibuki's eyes grew clouded with desire. She lifted her hips slightly and murmured,

"My master, please enjoy me."

This time, Kiyotaka stopped teasing Ibuki and immediately filled the emptiness and insecurity within her.

Overwhelmed with satisfaction, Ibuki clutched Kiyotaka's back tightly. Her grip left scratches across it, but Kiyotaka seemed not to feel a thing.

Ibuki was more eager than ever before. Perhaps her heart had grown dark from Kiyotaka neglecting her lately, and now that she'd suddenly found happiness, she treasured it all the more. She moved her hips frantically, resisting with all her strength so Kiyotaka would feel as good as possible.

Ibuki lowered herself again and again. With each rise and fall, she was swept deeper into ecstasy, shuddering violently as her body tightened.

Kiyotaka released himself as well, and the intense sensation overwhelmed Ibuki.

Ibuki's eyes rolled back slightly, her tongue slipped out of her mouth uncontrollably, and she looked as if she were about to break.

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

Ibuki seemed to have completely embraced this role. Every word she spoke was filled with reverence.

Kiyotaka firmly squeezed her generous curves, leaving his mark of victory, then said,

"Let's keep things like this for now. When the time comes, would you be willing to join my class?"

Ibuki gazed at Kiyotaka with a dreamy expression and murmured,

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

Ibuki cleaned the remaining traces from Kiyotaka and helped him get dressed. She was as meek as a scolded child.

Seeing this, Kiyotaka smiled.

"You look better when you've got some fight in you."

Ibuki blushed at his words and shot him a casual glare, but her usual pride had returned to her expression.

"攻略, Ibuki Mio successful. Reward: a piece of information related to you. Would you like to receive it?"

The long-silent voice sounded in Kiyotaka's mind. He hesitated for a moment, then chose to accept.

"Underlying currents are stirring. It would benefit you to gain greater authority and build more connections as soon as possible."

After speaking, the voice in his mind fell silent for a moment, then continued.

"Your next target will be issued after you complete the Karuizawa攻略 mission."

The voice in Kiyotaka's mind fell silent again.

"Master, are you all right?"

Ibuki looked at Kiyotaka, who had gone quiet beside her, and asked with concern.

"I'm fine. We've been out for a while. We should head back."