Devouring Yamamura / Rising to Fame

Not long after the gathering of the four leaders of the first year ended, Horikita Suzune became the leader of Class A from Aoyama. This fact suggests that it's time to remove the thorn in Class D.

The first person to be targeted, the most dangerous, was Kushida Kikyo, who was summoned to her room.

"You can't betray class information to Aoyama anymore, or I'll reveal that you went to the same middle school as me and that you caused the class to fall apart."

Even if others don't believe it immediately, it will sow the seeds of doubt.

Although she didn't want to resort to threats, she approached Kushida more than once after the Uninhabited Island incident, but each time she was met with a cold shoulder and received no effective promises.

"Horikita, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all." Kushida stared with wide eyes, her voice filled with grievance. "Even if you're jealous that I'm Aoyama- kun's girlfriend, you can't wrongly accuse me like that."

"I'm serious. Now that Aoyama has become the leader of Class A, he's our direct enemy in Class D. A situation like this Paper Shuffle Special Exam absolutely cannot happen again."

Faced with Kushida's pitiful act, Horikita earnestly stated that even if Kushida denied it, or even spread rumors that she was jealous of Kushida, she would still keep her word.

She didn't want to experience that again, Special Exam had just started and it was already game over.

"If you spread rumors without evidence, I'll drag you to the Student Council for a confrontation. I beg the Student Council President, your dear brother, to uphold justice for me."

Damn Aoyama Shiki, she reminded that bitch Horikita of me.

You two despicable people, can't you just die a thousand times over?

Thinking about the role of being dumped that was supposed to be arranged for her later, Kushida really wanted to kill Aoyama and Horikita together. Why was she so unlucky to run into people she knew at this school?

Unexpectedly Kushida mentioned her older brother, Horikita Suzune's face darkened. "Don't bother your brother unnecessarily."

"Could you please, Horikita, refrain from slandering me so easily?"

I wonder if Horikita Suzune would be so cunning as to record it. Kushida replied that Horikita was just talking nonsense.

Horikita Suzune's face turned serious. "I don't know what Aoyama has on you, but if you don't tell me, I can't save you."

Save me?! What nonsense are you spouting, you bitch?

When did I fall to the point where I need your rescue?

For a moment, Kushida she put on a kind smile again and brought her mouth close to Horikita's ear.

"Aoyama's body is incredibly strong; I can't resist him."

"I've experienced this before, is there anything special about it?"

Not understanding the hidden meaning in Kushida's words, Horikita Suzune replied, completely bewildered.

Just last night, she experienced firsthand the immense power of the Aoyama.

Chapter 167 Eating Up the Yamamura

The Ichinose was looking at Aoyama was very strange.

As night fell and the joy of playing together in the Yamamura, which seemed to follow the footsteps of the Aoyama like a shadow, slowly faded, what gradually welled up in my heart was worry about the future.

Unconsciously touching the back of her hand, she once again secretly watched Aoyama and Kamuro's ever-beautiful profile as they bantered each other, clearly in high spirits.

She also wanted to communicate freely with Aoyama, but it was simply impossible for her.

The fact that she joked with Aoyama with Kamuro this morning was already the result of her best efforts.

Fortunately, Aoyama did not develop any dislike for it at the time. If she had shown even a hint of dissatisfaction, she estimated that she would have remained even more silent in the future.

Ichinose, who is confident, cheerful, and very good at communicating, is the person she admires the most.

Yet, such a being seemed to harbor a desire for Aoyama in its gaze.

"See you tomorrow, get some rest." Just as Yamamura Cun was lost in thought, Aoyama, who had come to the door of their house, also said goodbye to them.

After watching a rather uninteresting play together, he and the two of them went boating until nightfall. During the trip, he received a phone call from Kushida, who was puzzled and questioned him about what he had done to Horikita the night before.

Noticing that Yamamura's fingers were clutching the hem of his clothes, Aoyama gently patted her head. "You're that reluctant to part with me?"

"I... I have something else I want to tell you, let's go to your... room." With her head down, Yamamura suppressed her shyness, her voice barely audible.

With ease, Aoyama understood the Yamamura's hints.

What can't be done in the morning can be done in the evening.

"If you have anything to say, you should talk in the room. Remember to come back early."

Just as Aoyama was wondering if the Yamamura wasn't afraid that Kamuro would discover she hadn't returned home that night and thus confirm that she had been eaten, Kamuro calmly left a message and used his room key to open the door and enter the house.

"Kamuro will find out."

Even outside of school dormitories, there is a curfew on cruise ships for students; after 11 p. m., students are prohibited from being on the cruise ship.

Even someone as physically weak as Yamamura could not move freely in just a few hours after losing his virginity.

"I... I'm ready." Yamamura looked up and met Aoyama's gaze for a moment, then immediately lowered his head, his eyelids also drooping.

She wasn't sure whether she felt more anticipation or anxiety about what was going to happen next.

The only thing she was certain of was that she had absolutely no intention of giving Aoyama up to Ichinose, the perfect girl she admired most.

"Good."

Having received a definite answer, Aoyama led Yamamura toward his room.

The moment he closed the door, he pinned Yamamura, whose face had unknowingly flushed slightly, against the door.

He cupped that adorable, startled little face in his hands and quickly lowered his head.

Once, twice, three times, the relentless onslaught continued until the third time their lips parted. Yamamura's delicate face was flushed as if she were drunk, her eyes were glazed, and her hands unconsciously caressed his back.

The fair skin exposed beneath the pure white dress, tinged with a faint red, looked incredibly alluring.

"So cute it's unfair, Miki."

Listening to the melodious, suppressed breathing sounds, as pleasant as heavenly music, and smelling the delightful fragrance, Aoyama bit her delicate, jade-like earlobe.

Amidst the Yamamura's soft gasp of surprise, he led the Yamamura to the bed.

What happened next in the room can only be described as the bed shaking for a very, very long time.

"Miki, your hair is so beautiful."

After experiencing the gentle touch of Yamamura's hands in the bathroom, Aoyama gave the exhausted and immobile Yamamura a bath, followed by drying her hair.

Standing in front of Yamamura, who was sitting on the washbasin and only wrapped in a bath towel, Aoyama gently used the hotel's electric hairdryer to blow-dry the hair of the blushing girl.

In the mirror, several strands of dark blue hair cascaded down her flawless, jade-like back, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

"It's about the same as other girls'..." A sweet feeling welled up in the Yamamura as she was praised.

Because Aoyama's movements were very gentle, she wasn't too scared during her first experience not long ago. After getting used to it, she even felt waves of pleasure and thought that maybe being a little rougher would be more comfortable.

Waaah, how could I have such lewd thoughts?

Realizing what he was thinking, Yamamura suddenly felt a pang of sorrow in his heart and dared not look Aoyama in the eye any longer.

"But I just love Miki; she's both gentle and beautiful."

"And her eyes, too, are like beautiful gemstones; I love them so much."

Free praise is always welcome, and in fact, Aoyama really liked the Yamamura's hair color; the turquoise hue was quite unique and captivating.

The deep blue eyes, often hidden beneath the eyelids, also possess a unique beauty.

"No one describes the Shiki so well."

When have I ever lied to you?

After drying her beloved hair, Aoyama swept Yamamura up in his arms, who was now blushing slightly, and carried her back to the room where only the bedside lamp was on.

He put Yamamura into bed, picked up his silent phone from the bedside table, and sat up against the headboard to turn it on.

Unsurprisingly, Kamuro sent him several text messages and even made a phone call.

Judging from the text message containing the word "scumbag" that came from behind, Kamuro clearly understood why Yamamura hadn't returned home that night.

"Kamuro asked me what I did to you. What do you think I should say, Miki?" Aoyama asked in a teasing tone, pulling Yamamura's hand over and playing with it on his body.

A look of panic immediately crossed Yamamura's face. "Ah... Shiki, you can go back however you want."

The thought that Kamuro knew about her and that she and Aoyama had ascended the steps to adulthood made her very uneasy, even though she had expected it.

She was terrified of what Kamuro would say to her tomorrow, because she didn't know how to answer, and could only leave it to Aoyama for now.

"So, how about I just say I didn't do anything?"

"Would Kamuro believe that?"

"Of course I don't believe it, you silly girl." Aoyama squeezed her soft, delicate hand. "And the clothes you want to wear, you have to have Kamuro deliver them tomorrow too."

Since it was a last-minute decision, and she hadn't returned to Yamamura room, she naturally hadn't brought any change of clothes, so she was currently only wrapped in a bath towel.

"Ah..."

Suddenly realizing this, Yamamura screamed and hid his head under the covers.

She actually wanted Kamuro to send her clothes? That was just too embarrassing! Honestly, she felt like dying.

If you don't die now, you'll die of shame tomorrow.

"Running away won't help, do your Miki, Miki." With a playful laugh, Aoyama replied to the text message and then crawled into bed, pulling the incredibly shy Yamamura into his arms.

He savored the softness of the girl's body for a while before getting out of bed and picking up his phone again.

Kamuro's reply still included the word "scumbag."

Chapter 168 Rising to Fame

"Scumbag."

"Satyr."

"Sexual beast."

The next morning, in the restaurant, Kamuro greeted Aoyama with a friendly three-part greeting as they met, and at the same time, she handed Aoyama a small package.

"Ahem, thank you for your Kamuro." Seeing Kamuro's disgusted expression, Aoyama scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"If you know it'll cause trouble, then don't do anything reckless."

With a flick of her long hair, Kamuro left Aoyama with only her back turned and drifted away.

With a helpless smile, carrying two steaming hot breakfasts and a small package, Aoyama returned to his room. Just as he took out his room key, the door next to him was suddenly flung open.

"Who is it? Who is the girl that Aoyama is keeping as a mistress?"

A female teacher, her clothes disheveled and revealing a patch of white skin at the chest, emerged from next door with a look of great interest.

"You can't fool the teacher. This is enough for two breakfasts." Before Aoyama could answer, Hoshinomiya moved closer to him, staring up into his eyes.

"So, this is something teachers should be concerned about?"

She didn't fall into the Hoshinomiya's self-proving trap; Aoyama used a Facebreaker and push her away from him.

He couldn't understand why that Hoshinomiya always reeked of alcohol, and why he was so obsessed with the past, drowning his sorrows in alcohol every day.

Hoshinomiya pouted, "Ichinose is clearly better; she has a better figure and a better personality."

She had Ichinose's contact information and went to check last night when she heard the strange noise; the person in the room wasn't Ichinose.

It doesn't matter if their class can't catch Aoyama, as long as they make sure Class D can't catch him, especially that Class D student, Horikita Suzune, who looks very similar to Chabashira.

Even though she resembled Chabashira, she didn't want her to be happy because of her love for Chazhu.

"There's no need for the teacher to worry about matters between students."

With a calm reply, Aoyama opened the door a crack and decisively slipped inside, instantly closing the door to shut out Hoshinomiya, who was still trying to peek.

Inside the room, the Yamamura, exhausted from a day's work, was still fast asleep.

After placing the things he was carrying on the bedside table, Aoyama watched with interest as Yamamura serenely slept, waiting for her to wake up.

Eating breakfast together is definitely more enjoyable for two people.

A bustling self-service restaurant.

"Didn't Aoyama -kun invite Kikyo along today?"