Classroom of the Elite, I Also Want to Be a Good Person

Putting away his phone, Aoyama closed his eyes to take a short rest.

Meanwhile, in Sakura Airi's room.

Exhausted in body and mind after being put through the wringer by Aoyama all afternoon, Sakura had already changed into her pajamas and was lying on her bed.

Her silky, fiery red hair was spread out, covering nearly half the bed.

The top three buttons of her loose pajamas were left undone, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin at her chest.

"Aoyama-kun."

Placing a hand on her own head, Sakura tried to recreate the feeling of Aoyama gently stroking her hair.

She understood well enough that one could not survive alone.

Yet, she never had the courage to take action, only secretly envying her classmates who had many friends.

In the past, when she felt lonely, she could only confide in the manager who took care of her like a mother, or reply to the friendly comments of fans on her blog to alleviate the loneliness in her heart.

After entering Kouiku, both of these outlets were prohibited.

Even so, she would still frequently visit her blog to read the encouraging comments from her fans one by one.

Although she couldn't reply, simply seeing those words of encouragement was enough to heal her heart.

However, it was inevitable that she would occasionally come across comments that made her sad, and one fan's message even made Sakura feel a sense of dread.

Starting in April.

The recent messages from that fan all claimed that he was right by her side, watching her with fanatic obsession.

Chapter 51: Maid Outfit Yamamura

It was hardly a figure that could be called well-developed.

Her level of cuteness couldn't compare to Horikita or Ichinose either.

Standing in front of the floor-length mirror in her room, Yamamura felt so nervous she wanted to throw up.

Due to her past experiences of being ignored by everyone, even though Aoyama kept praising her as "so cute, so cute," she still couldn't build up any self-confidence.

From time to time, she would wonder if Aoyama was only keeping her by his side out of pity, and if he was just offering insincere praise and encouragement to help her become more outgoing.

"Knock, knock, knock---" A steady, rhythmic tapping sounded at the door.

"Yamamura, it's me."

After burning her bridges and agreeing to meet Aoyama, the time-stopping miracle Yamamura had hoped for never came to pass.

While she was busy wallowing in self-pity before the mirror, Aoyama had arrived at her door right on schedule.

There was no possibility of escaping now.

With a sigh in her heart and filled with immense anxiety, Yamamura opened the door.

The figure of Aoyama that greeted her eyes was no different from usual, still as dashing and graceful as ever.

It was just that the calm expression on his face was gradually evolving into surprise.

"Yamamura, you this---" Aoyama couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

A black and white maid outfit, with standard white lace trim at the collar and cuffs.

A small white apron decorated with lace was tied over a black skirt that looked to be made of high-quality fabric, and the shiny black over-the-knee socks made her naturally thin calves look even more slender.

With a large white bow hair accessory on her head, she looked incredibly uneasy.

The Yamamura before him was actually wearing a classic, ornate maid outfit, and she even wore an expression as if she were being scolded by her master.

"Ah!"

I should be the one who's surprised, why is he the one acting surprised?

Seeing Yamamura realize what she was wearing and let out a soft cry, Aoyama felt a bit helpless as he slipped into the room and immediately closed the door.

If anyone saw Yamamura in a maid outfit with him, rumors would definitely be flying all over the school by Monday.

"You look great, so great that I almost want to buy a set for myself to wear."

Noticing that Yamamura was so nervous she seemed to want to bury her head in her chest, Aoyama deliberately said something that invited a retort.

However, several seconds passed, and no retort came.

Yamamura was undoubtedly extremely nervous right now, and it seemed there were only two choices before Aoyama.

One was to leave now and come back another day.

The second was to stay in the room and do nothing, waiting for Yamamura to calm down on her own.

"Dressing up so cutely, you brought this on yourself, Miki." His eyes narrowed, and Aoyama discarded both peaceful options.

He strode toward Yamamura, whose level of cuteness had reached a new height in the maid outfit.

Amidst her startled cry, Aoyama swept her up in a princess carry, one hand supporting the back of her knees and the other cradling her back.

The black stockings, which looked silky and pleasant to the touch, were indeed as smooth and delicate as he had expected.

The brand-new maid outfit, made of high-quality fabric, felt comfortable to the touch and had no strange odors.

The only thing drifting into Aoyama's nose was the familiar, faint scent of Yamamura's body.

"Why have you been avoiding me these past few days? If you don't resolve my doubts, I won't be leaving."

Sitting on the edge of the bed covered in pink bedding, Aoyama had Yamamura sit sideways on his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her against his chest.

Saying that a maid outfit would suit Yamamura well had been just a casual remark.

But since Yamamura had actually bought one and worn it to see him, he wasn't worried that she had started to dislike him.

"I'll wait for you. Take your time, there's no rush, Miki."

Her stone-blue side ponytail was beautiful and soft; as he idly toyed with it using his free hand, Aoyama felt he wouldn't grow tired of it even after an hour.

Once again, he called Yamamura by her name, signaling his desire for their relationship to grow closer.

"Because... I... I wasn't... ready before, Shiki."

After about ten minutes, Yamamura, whose body had stopped trembling, spoke with a slight stutter.

Her hands, pressed tightly against her own chest, looked like she was gripping them with some force.

What did she mean by not being ready yet?

Had he ordered Yamamura to do anything recently?

Inhaling the increasingly rich fragrance from Yamamura's hair, Aoyama felt a bit confused.

He truly couldn't guess what she was referring to with her vague, out-of-the-blue answer.

"What weren't you ready for?" Unable to figure it out, Aoyama decided to ask directly.

"It's... it's just... that thing."

Yamamura, whose face was already flushed red, seemed even more bashful as she spoke, her eyes darting around even more erratically.

Her adorable appearance gave Aoyama the urge to plant a kiss on her.

"I really can't think of anything unless you're more specific."

Suppressing his own desires, Aoyama continued to press, not having forgotten the primary mission for tonight.

When they parted ways with Shiina at the library, Shiina had expressed the same thought as Kamuro, hoping to run into Yamamura again this Saturday.

Although the feeling of reading books together as a pair wasn't bad, Shiina preferred the three of them being together.

"It's... the H... thing."

Trembling, her voice, as faint as a mosquito's hum, reached Aoyama's ears.

In an instant, he felt as if his head were filled with question marks.

When had he ever expressed a desire to have sex with Yamamura? He didn't even know about it himself!

Food and sex are human nature.

It was impossible for him to have zero thoughts about Yamamura, but Aoyama never intended to force any girl; that was a matter of principle.

He could accept being a scumbag, but he couldn't accept being stripped of his humanity.

"Did you misunderstand something, Miki?" Aoyama said helplessly. "I'll admit that Kamuro is always calling me a scumbag, but I've never had the thought of forcing you."

"Eh?!! That day, didn't you mean you wanted to do that as soon as possible? You said you had... had lecherous thoughts about me."

Widening her eyes, Yamamura felt that her days of living in fear had been for nothing.

The huge amount of private points he had inexplicably transferred to her that day really didn't have any other hidden meaning.

As for buying her three years of school time, looking back now, it was just something he said to persuade her to accept the points; there was no rigid requirement to do anything.

"I'm a normal guy, too. It's normal to have some lecherous thoughts about a girl."

"But since you misunderstood, Miki, and even went out of your way to wear a maid outfit to meet me, that means you've already---"

While feeling wronged, Aoyama also deduced why Yamamura had worn the maid outfit.

Almost a week had passed, and she had prepared herself.

"No, it's not like that, not yet." Yamamura hurriedly interrupted Aoyama.

Since it was a misunderstanding, she didn't need to convince herself to satisfy Aoyama just to restore their relationship to its normal state.

"Then at least let me collect some interest." Aoyama licked his dry lips. "After all, Miki is incredibly cute today."

Understanding that Yamamura wasn't that resistant to him, he had the intention of pushing his luck.

Meals must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked one step at a time.

If they could be a little more intimate today, then so be it.

"Wha... what kind of interest?"

"A lap pillow, a hug, and this."

Putting down the side ponytail he had been toying with for so long, Aoyama's right index finger slid across her flushed, hot cheek and came to a stop on her soft, crimson lips.

Chapter 52: The Stalker

The next morning.

Aoyama, who had been having a nightmare about being chased and hacked at by Kamuro with a woodcutter's knife, snapped his eyes open the moment the blade pierced his abdomen.

What greeted his vision was an unfamiliar ceiling and a pair of deep cyan eyes filled with panic.

Last night, due to Yamamura's constant nervousness and stalling, the time had quietly slipped past eight o'clock, and boys were prohibited from appearing on the girls' floor.

If they were caught on surveillance, they might have points deducted from their class.

If Miki sleeps on the floor, then I'll sleep on the floor too.

Holding Yamamura, who had nearly fainted after having her first kiss stolen, Aoyama made the decision to stay over and sleep together.

For almost the entire night, Yamamura had been held in his arms.

"How long have you been awake, Miki?"

Grabbing the hand of the shy Yamamura as she tried to flee, Aoyama leaned against the headboard and pulled her to lie on top of him.

Her unconstrained slate-blue hair cascaded down her back, and the girl who always maintained a fragile expression now seemed to possess a hint of allure.

"Just... just woke up."

"I just had a nightmare, and now I need Miki to comfort me."

The body of a sixteen-year-old boy was always full of vigor.

Lowering his head to capture the vermilion lips of the panicked girl, Aoyama, who was feeling quite fired up, launched a fierce offensive to claim his prize.

It wasn't until the breathing beside his ear became extremely rapid that he finally ceased his movements.

"The interest for today has been collected."

"For today??!" Yamamura's tightly shut eyes suddenly snapped open wide.

"That's right, I'm going to collect it every day."

Laughing with satisfaction, Aoyama pecked those delicate corners of her lips once more before getting out of bed.

By the time the two of them had finished washing up and eating breakfast, the wall clock showed it wasn't even eight o'clock yet.