Welcome to the Free Paradise of the True Sect

Forget it, I'll deal with it tomorrow. Filling my stomach and sleeping is the real priority.

Kiyotaka quickly finished cooking, set the food in front of Horikita, shook her awake, ate a few bites casually, then directly hugged her and went to sleep.

Early the next morning, Horikita got up and slipped back to her own dorm. Kiyotaka sensed it but didn't stop her, lying quietly until the alarm rang before getting up.

In front of others, Horikita maintained her usual cold demeanor. After exchanging a brief good morning with Kiyotaka, she buried herself in a book. Kiyotaka didn't mind—less small talk in public was better anyway; he found it troublesome.

Kiyotaka watched coldly as the small cliques that had formed over nearly a month boasted to each other about the luxury goods they'd recklessly bought recently. He couldn't help but sigh softly, hoping nothing would go wrong.

At lunchtime, Kiyotaka headed to the cafeteria alone but was stopped on the way by Kikyo.

"Um, Ayanokoji-kun."

Kiyotaka paused for a moment and asked, "Is there something you need, Kushida Kikyo-san?"

"Oh, I'm glad you remember me. Just call me Kikyo. Um... could I ask you for a favor? You're pretty close with Horikita-san, right?"

"Uh, not really that close."

"But you're the only one in the whole class who can talk to her. I want to be friends with everyone, but Horikita-san won't speak to me. Please, help me out, okay?"

As she spoke, Kikyo grabbed Kiyotaka's hands in a pleading gesture, burying them deep into the swell beneath her uniform.

"...Fine. How do you want me to help?"

"Just get her to meet me after school."

After school, Kiyotaka called out to Horikita. "Suzune, want to come with me to the café?"

Though startled, Horikita nodded in agreement.

At the café, they each ordered a drink and sat down. Horikita took a small sip, her expression cold but with a faint hint of pleasure as she asked, "What made you suddenly want to invite me to a café?"

"..." Thinking about the cringeworthy "coincidental meeting" plot about to unfold, Kiyotaka felt a pang of nausea and didn't know how to explain.

"Oh, Horikita-san, what a coincidence! And Ayanokoji-kun is here too?"

Just then, Kikyo appeared before them, naturally sitting down beside Horikita. "Do you two come here often? I'm alone too—you don't mind if I join, do you?" she asked with a sweet smile.

Kiyotaka watched Kikyo's clumsy acting coldly, unsure how to respond. The sharp-minded Horikita quickly pieced together what was happening and shot Kiyotaka a strange look.

"Is this your goal?" her eyes clearly said.

"..."

"I'm leaving." Horikita stood up and turned to go.

"But you just got here?" Kiyotaka said.

"Kushida-san is enough company for you. You and I are just classmates, and I hate being manipulated." As she spoke, Horikita's sharp gaze fixed on Kikyo.

"Horikita-san, what do you mean by looking at me like that? This is just a coincidence!"

Kiyotaka sighed at that. "A coincidence? The tables around us were all Class D students. We came here right after school, barely a few minutes ago, and they all left in a hurry. Is that a coincidence too?"

"I... I just wanted to be friends with you. Please don't mind, Horikita-san." Kikyo looked at Horikita with a pitiful expression.

Horikita left without mercy. Kikyo turned to Kiyotaka with an innocent look and said, "I'm sorry for making Horikita-san upset with you."

Kiyotaka shook his head indifferently and stood up to leave. Seeing him about to go, Kikyo quickly followed and walked with him.

On the way back to the dorms, Kikyo gazed at the scenery and sighed, "This school is really amazing. There are all kinds of shops, and they give us so much money to spend. I feel like my sense of money is changing. But I try to save where I can—just daily necessities and... underwear."

Kiyotaka gave a perfunctory reply. "Ah, yeah. Horikita's about the same."

Kikyo seemed to catch something and pressed herself against Kiyotaka. "Hey, didn't you say you weren't close with Horikita-san? How do you know what she buys?"

"Just a coincidence. Also, you're too close."

Kikyo looked down, confused, and realized her two soft mounds were pressed tightly against Kiyotaka, even rubbing slightly. She let out a yelp. "Ah, sorry, I didn't notice!"

As she stumbled back, Kikyo tripped and started to fall. Kiyotaka reacted quickly, grabbing her and pulling her back.

"Mmh..." With a soft whimper, Kikyo fell into his arms. When Kiyotaka didn't let go, she spoke timidly, "Thank you, Ayanokoji-kun, but... could you... let go?"

So what Kiyotaka had grabbed wasn't just anything—it was Kikyo's two plump, eager-to-burst-forth white rabbits. Realizing this belatedly, he kneaded them twice more, sending a shudder through Kikyo's body as she hastily fled his embrace.

"Thank you, Ayanokoji-kun. Goodbye!" With that, she scurried away in a panic.

Kiyotaka looked at his own hand, clenching it in the air.

"Really big."

Chapter 8: Horikita's a Bit Dumb

Under the class's reckless spending and indulgence, May first quietly arrived.

"What's this?"

"Hey, you too?"

The students in the class stared at their terminals in confusion.

Kiyotaka looked at his own terminal, where the eighty-two thousand points remained unchanged, his thoughts unknown.

"Quiet, morning meeting's starting."

At that moment, the door opened, and homeroom teacher Chabashira swayed her slender waist as she walked in slowly, holding a poster in her hand.

"Teacher, is the system broken? Why haven't the points been deposited?"

Hearing this, Chabashira said flatly, "No, the points have been deposited. It's impossible that our class alone was skipped."

Watching the murmuring class, a hint of sneer couldn't help but curl at the corner of Chabashira's mouth.

"You people are truly foolish. Ninety-eight instances of skipping class or tardiness, three hundred and ninety-one instances of chatting or playing on phones during lessons. It's amazing you managed to contribute so much in just one month. You really live up to being the trash of Class D. Every month, the school evaluates you based on your conduct and converts that into points for distribution. And your evaluation? It's zero."

"How can this be? What are we supposed to do this month?"

Chabashira just sneered coldly at these panicked students, saying nothing more.

"So this is what it means to evaluate everything about a student based on ability."

Kiyotaka murmured to himself, his expression calm.

Two days passed. Today was swimming class. Kiyotaka sat bored on the sidelines in his swim trunks, watching the students frolic in the water in twos and threes.

"What are you looking at?"

Horikita, wearing a one-piece swimsuit, walked over and sat down beside Kiyotaka.

Kiyotaka shrugged and said, "Nothing. I'm just wondering how I'm going to get by this month with no money."

Horikita rolled her eyes at him in exasperation, too lazy to bicker, and walked off to read a book by herself.

Kiyotaka didn't bother with her either, turning his head back to aimlessly gaze at the beautiful bodies freely flaunting their youth and the white rabbits fully wrapped in swimsuits.

Just then, Kikyo swam over and climbed ashore. Looking at Kiyotaka, she said, "Ayanokoji-kun, could you come with me for a moment?"

Kiyotaka paused for a second, then nodded and followed Kikyo away. Horikita saw all of this, but her expression remained blank, her thoughts unknown.

In a secluded corner, Kikyo cornered Kiyotaka.

"Is there something you need, Kikyo-san?"

Kiyotaka asked calmly, his face composed.

At this moment, Kikyo was different from her usual cheerful and outgoing self. A hint of playfulness hung at the corner of her mouth.

"Ayanokoji-kun, were you staring at me just now? Were you... staring here?"

As she spoke, Kikyo guided Kiyotaka's large hand onto her own fullness.

Kiyotaka didn't pull away, just looked at her coldly and asked, "So, what do you want?"

Kikyo's face darkened as she said, "I want to make a deal with you. If you agree, I'll give you everything I have."

Kiyotaka grew a bit interested, watching Kikyo's drastically changed expression with mild curiosity.

"Let's hear it."

"I want Suzune Horikita to be expelled."

Kiyotaka found it amusing inside, but considering that completing the previous task required going all the way to the final step, having a shortcut here was a welcome convenience.

"Fine. But I want my payment first."

Kikyo's face twisted with a hint of anger at his words. Kiyotaka just smiled at her expression.

"Come find me when you've made up your mind. Goodbye, Kikyo-san."

With that, he stepped aside and slowly walked back.

"Bastard!" Kikyo gritted out from behind Kiyotaka.

After school, only Horikita and Kiyotaka remained in the classroom.

"Kiyotaka, what did she want with you during swimming class today?"

"What? Jealous?"

Horikita's face flushed red at that, and she immediately said, "No way. It's just that I can't satisfy you on my own, so I was thinking whether I could drag someone else down with me."

Kiyotaka found it amusing and chuckled. "Even if that someone wants you expelled?"

Horikita's expression paused for a moment, then she threw herself into Kiyotaka's arms and nuzzled against him. "Isn't that what you're here for? As long as you deal with her, it'll be fine."

"You sure trust me."

Horikita said nothing more, only gently parted her vermilion lips and pressed them against Kiyotaka's mouth, murmuring softly.

When passion ran deep, Horikita grew bolder. She sat up straight. "Let me do it myself."

Horikita let out a blissful murmur, reached out to stop Kiyotaka, and began moving on her own. She bit down on her pearly teeth, forcing herself not to let out any compromising sounds, but the stifled moans that escaped her betrayed her efforts.

Horikita's voice rang out, a mix of pleasure and pain.

This newly developed position held an unparalleled charm for Horikita. In a short span of time, she was already completely undone, her vermilion lips gently biting her jade-like fingers, her seductive eyes blooming with peach blossoms.