The True Teaching: Welcome to Paradise of Freedom

She tightly wrapped her arms around Kiyotaka, using herself to directly block his entire face.

"Kiyotaka...!"

Though Kiyotaka's endurance was astonishing, Horikita couldn't bear it. To accommodate her, he could only finish hastily.

Horikita naturally knew Kiyotaka's capabilities went far beyond this. After harshly scolding herself, she forced herself back up to resume the fight.

Horikita's prolonged singing left her voice somewhat hoarse, and only when she felt on the verge of passing out did they finally call a truce.

Horikita lay limply on top of Kiyotaka, speaking lazily.

"Kiyotaka, I really can't anymore. Anyone's fine—I'll help you take care of it together. I have to find myself a sister, or I'll die."

Kiyotaka chuckled softly, stroking her smooth back, occasionally teasing her and watching her tremble as he said seriously:

"You're actually in a hurry to hand your boyfriend over to someone else?"

Horikita cast a seductive glance, rolling her eyes at him coquettishly. She shifted her body, finding a more comfortable position in his embrace.

"Compared to my own death, I'd rather give him to someone else. I feel like I'm about to break."

Kiyotaka patted Horikita's round bottom, signaling her to get up.

"Let's head back first. Someone could show up here at any moment."

Horikita twisted her waist, rubbing against Kiyotaka, before lazily putting on her clothes and cleaning up the battlefield.

Little did they know, their heavenly battle had been fully witnessed by someone outside the door. Seeing them about to leave, that person couldn't help but clamp their legs together and flee with a spring in their step.

Chapter 9: Do You Know You're Asking for Trouble?

On the way back to the dorm, Horikita and Kiyotaka walked side by side.

"Is there something you need to say to me that requires hesitation?"

Kiyotaka glanced at Horikita's expression and knew she had something on her mind, so he cut straight to the point.

"During swimming class today, Hirata organized a study group for next month's exam, but the three worst-performing students didn't attend."

"So, you want to set up a special study group for those three?"

Kiyotaka pinched his nose, his head aching.

"That doesn't sound like you."

"Then do you think my personality is content being beneath you?" "..."

Can't argue. It'll cause trouble.

Seeing Kiyotaka at a loss, Horikita let out a light laugh and then said:

"My goal is Class A. Only by graduating from Class A can I make my brother see me in a new light. The current scores are far off, so I have to keep pushing upward."

Kiyotaka calmly glanced at her. So the student council president really was Suzune's brother.

"What do you want me to do?"

"If you smoothly bring them to the study group, I'll do whatever you want. How about that?"

Kiyotaka raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't that already the case?"

Horikita resumed her aloof, coldly elegant demeanor.

"Just tell me if you'll do it or not."

"Alright, alright. I'll give it a shot."

"No."

"Sorry, can't do it."

"Kid, what the hell are you saying?!"

Kiyotaka lay weakly on his bed, letting out a long sigh.

"Ah, what a pain. Especially that red-haired Sudo—so violent. Something's bound to happen sooner or later."

Kiyotaka pulled out his terminal and opened the contact list.

"Looks like I need to find one of their friends to invite them."

Scrolling through his contacts, he suddenly realized there was only Horikita in there. His head started hurting again.

Then he noticed the dorm's built-in intercom.

"Buzz... ring ring. Hello, who is this?"

"Uh, can you hear me? Kikyo."

"Hm? Ayanokoji? Sorry, I can hear you now. I just got out of the shower and was drying my hair. Is there something you need?"

Kiyotaka listened to her usual cheerful voice on the phone and couldn't help shaking his head.

"Yeah, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

"Oh? Ayanokoji-kun actually wants to discuss something with me? Then, come find me at my dorm. Click..."

Looking at the hung-up phone, Kiyotaka's brow furrowed slightly. What a woman who really needed to be taught a lesson.

Ten minutes later, Kiyotaka knocked on the door.

The door opened, and Kikyo, wrapped in a bathrobe, let him in directly.

"Come in, Ayanokoji-kun."

Kiyotaka frowned at her.

"Maybe you should change clothes first before I enter."

Hearing this, Kikyo's expression instantly turned gloomy, and her voice was no longer as sweet as before.

"Are you scared, Ayanokoji-kun?"

Kiyotaka hesitated no longer, stepped inside, and locked the door behind him.

Hearing the click of the lock, Kikyo didn't mind; she just chuckled lightly and resumed her warm, spring-like demeanor.

"Ayanokoji-kun, what is it you need to discuss with me?"

"I'm giving you a chance to befriend Horikita. She's starting a study group. Just bring Sudo and those two other failing students along."

Hearing this, Kikyo pressed her body against Kiyotaka's and said seductively, "It seems Ayanokoji-kun and Horikita-san have quite a close relationship?"

"You want to know?"

Kiyotaka asked with a calm expression.

Kikyo nodded excitedly, her small hand tracing circles on Kiyotaka's chest.

"I'm very interested in you too."

"Has anyone ever told you that you need to be taught a lesson?"

Kikyo froze. As she stood there stunned, Kiyotaka directly picked her up and threw her onto the bed.

"What are you doing! Let me go!"

Kikyo gritted her silver teeth, struggling as she spoke.

"Didn't you want to know what my relationship with Horikita is? I'll tell you now."

Kiyotaka tore at her violently, without a shred of mercy.

Her proud curves, trembling with her struggles, her flat stomach, and her long, fair legs were all laid bare.

Kiyotaka only gave them a cold glance, then forcefully intruded.

This sudden assault made Kikyo cry out in pain. She never imagined she would lose it under these circumstances.

She clenched her teeth, glaring at him with eyes that seemed ready to devour him, her mouth tightly shut, unwilling to make a sound.

Kiyotaka paid no mind to her stubbornness; he simply continued his brutal actions.

In less than five minutes, Kikyo gradually lost herself, shifting from resistance to stillness, and then to compliance.

Once she complied, Kikyo became even more frenzied. Her unrestrained cries of pleasure poured out, and her sharp nails dug deeply into Kiyotaka's back.

But Kiyotaka acted as if he hadn't heard, showing no sign of stopping.

Though Kikyo tried her best to endure.

In the end, Kiyotaka still had the upper hand. Kikyo felt her consciousness slipping, wave after wave of pleasure rushing to her head, making her convulse and tremble. Mixed with the pain, she couldn't help but beg for mercy.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I can't anymore, please... please let me go."

Kiyotaka looked at her coldly, his body not stopping for a moment. He watched as Kikyo fainted from the peak of pleasure, only to be jolted awake by another surge.

Until two hours later...

"Ah... I'm... I'm sorry, I can't anymore..."

Kikyo fainted again. Kiyotaka just sat to the side, waiting for her to wake up.

Half an hour later, Kikyo groggily came to. Seeing Kiyotaka sitting nearby, she glared at him fiercely with her beautiful eyes.

"What? Haven't had enough of the lesson?"

"You shameless bastard, just wait to be expelled!"

Kiyotaka shrugged and said, "Doesn't matter. We'll just get expelled together."

As he spoke, Kiyotaka stood up, looking at Kikyo's delicate body.

"Looks like the lesson wasn't enough."

Another round of intimacy followed, until Kikyo didn't even have the strength to move a finger. Only then did Kiyotaka let her go.

By now, Kikyo didn't dare to throw another tantrum. She just stared at him and spat out, "Pervert!"

Kiyotaka's expression remained calm as he spoke without any sting.

"Thanks for the compliment. Now, can you do me this favor?"

Kikyo didn't want to look at him anymore. She turned her head away, lying awkwardly on the bed—not because she wanted to, but because she had no strength left.

"I'll bring them over tomorrow."

Kiyotaka nodded, put on his clothes, and left.

Kikyo waited a moment, making sure Kiyotaka had truly gone, before struggling to prop herself up. Limping, she hobbled toward the bathroom.

"Hiss, that bastard, no mercy at all. Three hours and he's still not tired. It hurts so much."

Staring at her own swollen state, Kikyo cursed under her breath.

Chapter 10: Incorrigible!

The next day, after school, in the library.

"Hah, who are you calling an incurable idiot?"

"Someone who can't even solve a simple system of equations—who else would that be?"

"Tch, and I went out of my way to skip club activities for this. What a waste of time!" Sato grabbed his bag and left. Watching Sudo go, Yamauchi and Ike followed.

"Horikita-san, no one will want to study together if you act like this."

Kikyo whispered from the side.

"Doesn't matter. People like that should leave the class as soon as possible."

"How can you say that? You must have started this study session because you wanted them to get good grades, right?"

"Think what you want. The only reason you're here is to get in my way."