One Hell of a Slap

A warm, large hand gently stroked her head, a sensation that felt incredibly comforting.

"I'm a little tired, I want you to carry me back."

"Okay." Aoyama nodded slightly.

Since Morishita isn't shy, then he naturally has no problem with it.

Following a graceful arc, the two empty cups of milk tea were tossed into the trash can by Aoyama.

As he crouched down in Morishita, he soon felt a soft body press against his back.

"The young lady has arrived, everyone get out of the way!"

Using a voice that only the two of them could hear, Aoyama started walking towards the dormitory building.

Although taking the bus was faster, he still wanted to carry Morishita.

"Hmph, the Student Council President is also my mount, so they know I'm the young lady without me even having to call out to her." Morishita grabbed Aoyama's neck and shook his body vigorously.

"Be careful, even your mount might act recklessly, Lord Blue Knight."

"Under my discerning eyes, all rebellion will have nowhere to hide."

"Was this rebellion anticipated, my dear Blue Knight?"

Suddenly leaping up on the deserted path, Aoyama, carrying Morishita before plummeting straight down due to gravity.

As expected, Morishita let out a low gasp, tightening his grip on Morishita's neck and pressing his head firmly against it.

"Those wretched orc mounts are indeed wild and untamed."

After a long period without feeling any impact, Morishita opened his eyes and found that the two of them had returned to the ground.

Surprised, she tightened her grip on Aoyama's neck.

"Still unwilling to admit defeat, you powerless Blue Knight?"

He would occasionally show Morishita the thrill of roller coasters, and the two of them returned to their student dormitory laughing and joking.

When the elevator stopped on Aoyama's floor, Morishita did not stay in the elevator but followed Aoyama into his room.

Being naturally outgoing, she sat directly on the edge of the bed, then sprawled out in a starfish position, looking up at the ceiling to rest.

"Your underwear will be seen." After pouring Morishita a glass of water in the kitchen, Aoyama saw Morishita lying on the bed.

Her small feet, encased in black pantyhose, swayed gently, and beneath her white pleated skirt, something alluring was faintly visible.

"You're fine with safety shorts on." Morishita's face broke into a mischievous grin. "Getting excited?"

"Just a little bit of water, I've put some by your bedside for you to drink when you're thirsty."

"They didn't drug you, did they?"

"Yes, yes, yes, we gave Lord Blue Knight a drug that will unleash his beastly nature."

Aoyama sat down next to Morishita, took her hand, and placed it on his lap, playing with and kneading it.

After getting tired of playing with his porcelain-smooth little hands, he started playing with Morishita's two long, flowing ponytails.

"What's so fun about this?" Morishita pouted and grabbed Aoyama's hand that was around her neck.

"I don't care what you think, I care what I think."

"Wow, the domineering Student Council President is harassing an innocent woman."

Sitting up and leaning against the headboard, Morishita, amidst Aoyama's confusion, placed her shapely legs, clad in black stockings, across Aoyama's thighs.

Even through the thin fabric, Aoyama could tell that the black stockings were of very good quality.

"Are you testing your cadres? Which cadre can withstand this test?"

Talking to himself, Aoyama placed his hand on the smooth, black-stockinged calf, stroking it back and forth to savor its beauty.

Which student leader could resist such temptation? Even he, as the Student Council President, couldn't.

"I'm your girlfriend now, and I need an hour of your time for the cultural festival."

With all ten toes clenched, Morishita resisted the urge to pull his leg back.

She didn't dislike being touched by Aoyama, but it seemed a little too embarrassing, and also a little ticklish.

At the same time, she felt her body getting a little hot.

"You still want me to do a sketch? Just how much do you care about winning and losing?" Knowing that Morishita hadn't given up, Aoyama sighed helplessly as he continued to stroke the soft, delicate skin.

A rare look of defiance appeared on Morishita's face. "Now that I've taken this position, I don't want to lose."

Since becoming the class leader of Class 2-A, she has led several Special Exam, but has yet to achieve an absolute victory.

Without realizing it, she found herself increasingly wanting to win.

"Yes, yes, an hour is no problem, but I only accept drawing girls."

"As a condition, I can draw two at once."

Since he's going to draw anyway, Aoyama plans to draw what he finds pleasing to the eye.

I'd rather not draw an old man.

"That's even better, we can earn double the revenue." Morishita was pleasantly surprised.

"Oh, right, I haven't asked you yet, how did you know I can draw, and that I can draw quite well?"

Aoyama recalled that he had only painted in front of others once or twice, and he didn't remember seeing Morishita nearby.

"Along with you, Shiki, is Shiraishi Asuka."

"This morning in the classroom I saw Shiraishi drawing on a tablet, and even from a layman's perspective, it was quite impressive."

"Low investment, high returns; it would be a shame to miss out on this project."

Knowing the gravity of the matter, Morishita did not tell Aoyama what Shiraishi was painting; it was better for the person in question to tell him.

It turns out that Shiraishi found out about it.

Aoyama originally thought it was Ichinose or Horikita, but it turned out to be Shiraishi, whom he had once asked to give Horikita 'Horikita Shiraishi.

Very well, you want to drag me into this, huh?

How should I punish you, gentle Miss Shiraishi?

While pondering how to make the gentle and kind Shiraishi show a cute, troubled expression, Aoyama began to drift off into his own thoughts.

Before he could come up with a solution, soft little feet wrapped in black stockings landed on his waist.

Morishita puffed out his cheeks. "Shiki, what mischief are you thinking? Your smile is so wicked!"

"That's more like a smile full of wisdom."

Calming himself from his reverie, Aoyama grabbed Morishita's small foot, which she hadn't had time to pull back.

Chapter 372 A Great Battle

There were no speeches, no clichéd opening ceremonies.

One day in the first half of November, the cultural festival was held as scheduled in the special teaching building.

At nine o'clock, the school broadcasted the announcement that the cultural festival had begun, and at the same time, several streams of people entered the school through the wide-open school gate.

"If someone draws better than me, I'll throw a tantrum."

"If someone can draw better than me, then I'll cause even more trouble."

In a classroom on the second floor of the Special Building, Aoyama and Shiraishi stood side by side by the window, and customers could already be seen below.

Their main project this time was a rock-paper-scissors café, which also included renting an outdoor stall on the first floor.

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Shiraishi gave a helpless, gentle smile. "Aoyama -kun, why are you so unreasonable?"

Because Aoyama threatened to expose him and cause him trouble, she was "forced" to agree to draw a sketch for Aoyama, a high-precision sketch that lasted nearly two hours.

Staring at the Aoyama openly for over an hour made her quite embarrassed at the time.

In particular, Aoyama would occasionally make funny faces that made people laugh.

"Because I'm the Student Council President."

Shiraishi pouted. "Here we go again."

Sometimes, Aoyama's antics would leave her speechless.

"Let's get to work, guys."

Standing imposingly at the classroom door, Morishita issued a warning to the students inside.

No sooner had they finished speaking than Hashimoto and Tsukaji, the two handsome men and beautiful women who were good at communicating, went out together.

Soon, the voices of two people soliciting customers could be heard in the corridor, and before long, the first customer was led into the classroom.

Winning rock-paper-scissors gives you a 50% discount, which is undoubtedly a very attractive feature.

At the same time.

In front of a small stall on the busiest, most crowded street on the first floor, an adult with an indescribable sense of oppression stood silently in front of the stall's sign, deep in thought.

[The strongest and most ruthless Student Council President in Kouiku's history personally sketches his portrait. Limited time offer, ends at 9:00-10:00.]

For just 4999, you can bring home a valuable portrait.

"If this gentleman is interested, please go up to the second floor. Chairman Aoyama will not disappoint you..." Sensing that the man in front of him might be hesitating, Katsuragi stepped forward and gave him a push.

He didn't understand why Morishita would set such an absurd price.

The adults invited to the Sports Festival only have 10,000 gold points, and the children they bring only have 5,000.

It was rare that this man seemed interested. Katsuragi knew that the man might be difficult to deal with, but he still gritted his teeth and went ahead with it.

"You're good."

Speaking calmly, Ayanokoji Atsuomi praised the bald boy for his courage.

For a high school student to be able to strike up a conversation despite his gloomy aura is quite remarkable.

After showering him with praise, he went upstairs straight to the classroom indicated on the notice board, intending to confront the Student Council President who had tarnished his masterpiece and even made him commit the shameful act of running away.

Aoyama Shiki.

Frowning as he pondered the meaning of Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's words, Ayanokoji Atsuomi, under the covert protection of four bodyguards, went up to the second floor.

Even with his firm stance, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka still refused to come with him today.

What's dangerous about this boy?

Guided by another bald student, Ayanokoji Atsuomi entered the rock-paper-scissors café and immediately spotted Aoyama Shiki sitting on the edge of the window, smiling and teasing the cute girl next to him.

The boy with a smile on his lips exudes an air of frivolity and unreliability.

"I want the Student Council President to draw it for me."

Ayanokoji Atsuomi walked step by step toward the chair that was clearly meant for the sketching customer.

His four bodyguards stood outside the corridor, observing the situation inside; none of them showed any signs of distraction, appearing very professional.

[I won't paint unless I have the chance.]

What brings you here, you good-for-nothing?

Upon seeing that the first customer was Ayanokoji Atsuomi, Aoyama pointed somewhat unhappily at the words on the notice board behind him.

If it weren't for the fear of affecting Morishita's business, he would definitely say that a scoundrel wouldn't draw.

Unfortunately, there were too many high-ranking officials gathered at today's cultural festival. Inviting Ayanokoji Atsuomi to eat peanuts made too much of a fuss, and I guess Sakayanagi Narimori it either.

Glancing at the four bodyguards outside the door, Aoyama thought with some regret.

"I believe I have a special connection with Aoyama -kun. My son, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, was also planning to come today, but he wasn't feeling well." Ayanokoji Atsuomi's face was serious and his emotions were unreadable.

"My son? Do you think you deserve to use that word?"

"My unworthy son" is a humble way for a father to refer to his beloved son.

Aoyama calmly met Ayanokoji Atsuomi's scrutinizing gaze. Even a tiger wouldn't eat its cubs, but this man before him couldn't even do that.

To advance his own career, he colluded with the underworld, illegally obtained newborn babies for experiments, and even threw his own newborn son into the White Room for experiments.

The man in front of him was a complete scumbag, the kind who couldn't be redeemed.

"In fact, Kiyotaka also put you in a difficult position, and since he didn't choose to drop out of school himself, no one could force him."