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In the cramped space, the air seemed to have gone still. Only their quickened breaths mingled, carrying a scorching warmth.

Hoshino Kanade could clearly feel the softness pressed against him and its heart-stirring warmth. The fullness of it was unmistakable through the thin fabric, pressed against his chest and instantly setting something restless alight in his veins.

Their bodies were pressed so closely together that Hoshino Kanade's heart pounded wildly against his chest like a drum. Each beat throbbed through his body, battering at his reason.

Hoshino Kanade lowered his head slightly, his lips brushing, almost as if by chance, against Kiyona's sensitive ear. His low, breathy voice was tinged with an indescribable huskiness, and its warmth slipped into her ear. "Hm? Where did all that bravado go? Why are you suddenly... so quiet?"

Watching Kiyona shrink at the feel of his breath, he felt a quiet satisfaction at having her under his sway—and a deeper yearning spread silently through his heart.

His voice was light and slow, like a feather brushing over her, yet a faint current shot down Kiyona's spine. Her limbs softened, and she could barely stay upright without his support.

Her cheek was pressed firmly against the side of his neck. Her voice was barely above a whisper, with a faint tremor that was difficult to detect. "...Outside... Chabashira-sensei. Someone else came, too. Listen, they're talking... We really can't. Something... something will happen."

She meant the serious consequences they might face.

She could clearly hear two other voices outside the door. A teacher was talking to other students, and they were very close. Any sound a little too loud could give them away.

"You're so quiet... They can't hear us outside." Hoshino Kanade's breath brushed her temple as he murmured, but there was an unyielding insistence in his voice. "Why did you stop being naughty?"

Hoshino Kanade tightened his arms around her, almost completely enclosing her in his presence. The warmth in his embrace and her silent dependence on him mingled with the danger of doing something forbidden, creating an irresistibly fatal allure.

Just then, Kiyona's body shifted ever so slightly, as if she were trying to adjust her position. Her brows knitted almost imperceptibly, and her voice carried a hint of embarrassment. "...There's something hard in your pocket... It's poking me..." Her words trailed off abruptly.

The faint friction of that moment sent a jolt straight through his lower body, and Hoshino Kanade's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Kiyona immediately went still, as if someone had pressed pause. She even held her breath.

She had clearly realized what that "hard thing" was—it definitely wasn't an ordinary "item in his pocket."

Hoshino Kanade's Adam's apple bobbed. A flush of heat, mixed with embarrassment and a strong physical reaction, rushed over his face and neck. His voice was even raspier than before, and he deliberately kept it vague. "...It's nothing. Probably... some root vegetable I picked up from the cafeteria earlier..."

The excuse was so flimsy it was hardly convincing.

Kiyona's cheeks turned hot in an instant.

She might have lacked some common sense, but she wasn't completely ignorant. Still, neither of them had the courage to break the silence between them. Keeping up the unspoken pretense only made the embarrassment and invisible tension spread further.

As if he'd found a chance to strike back, Hoshino Kanade's lips brushed lightly against her small, rounded earlobe. Then he gave it a gentle nip, with a hint of punishment. "Why are you too scared to make a sound now?"

Seeing her hold back her voice, her cheeks flushed and her body trembling faintly, only made his desire to more thoroughly "get back at" her for her earlier arrogance—and to claim her utterly helpless self—grow clearer and stronger.

"Mm..." A short, soft whimper escaped Kiyona's throat before she could stop it, like a startled kitten. She immediately bit down hard on her lower lip to stifle it.

Outside the door, Chabashira Sae's conversation with a female student was clearly audible. It hung over them like a taut string, making Kiyona so nervous that even her fingertips trembled.

Kiyona knew how helpless she was in that moment. All she could do was lean passively against Kanade, feeling his body grow hotter and his presence more forceful.

"...They'll really find out..." she pleaded in a breathy whisper. Her legs instinctively pressed together, and the movement erased the delicate gap between them.

An indescribable sensation passed through their clothes, like a tree caught by the careless coils of a springtime vine.

Hoshino Kanade's breath caught. His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and every unfinished sound was locked tight in his chest.

The intermittent conversation outside became a thread suspended over their heads. Each ripple of sound tugged at his fraying nerves.

Almost by reflex, Kiyona rose onto her toes and hurriedly pressed her soft lips to his, a hint of panic in the gesture, to stifle any sound he might make.

The instant their lips met, time seemed to stand still.

Her soft lips pressed against his, carrying her flustered breath. Their warm touch and her faint, delicate fragrance struck his heart like a hammer, snatching away all thought and leaving only the most primal sensory shock.

Hoshino Kanade stopped moving. Their gazes met at close range, and in the dim light, complicated emotions swirled in both their eyes—nervousness, shyness, lingering heat, and a trace of fluster.

Looking into Kiyona's glistening eyes, Hoshino Kanade couldn't quite read everything she was thinking. But the shock of her sudden initiative—and the deeper, more overwhelming yearning that followed—swept over him like a tide.

The brief touch broke off.

"Are you... satisfied now?" Kiyona's voice was softer than a mosquito's buzz, her breathing faintly uneven. The gesture seemed to have used up all the courage she had.

But that fleeting kiss, along with her shy yet slightly defiant question, was like a feather brushing his heart. Rather than extinguishing the fire inside Hoshino Kanade, it set an even more turbulent flood ablaze.

The softness of her lips had vanished in an instant, leaving behind only a faint warmth.

Hoshino Kanade's gaze darkened. The heat surging through his body broke through the last dam of reason. He lowered his voice. "Not enough..."

Before the words had even left his mouth, he tightened his arms again and pulled Kiyona back into his embrace with almost stubborn force.

This time, the strength of his embrace carried an irresistible possessiveness, as if he meant to meld Kiyona into his very bones and shut out everything around them.

This time, his kiss was no longer tentative. It came down with an unmistakable yearning, charged with long-suppressed heat and a desire to explore.

Hoshino Kanade savored the sweetness of Kiyona's lips and drew in her breath. All his senses focused on the entanglement and the feeling of conquest in that moment.

Kiyona trembled slightly. At last, her long lashes lowered slowly like butterfly wings, veiling the emotions roiling in her eyes. She closed them quietly, lost in this secret, heart-stirring intimacy wrapped in tension, as if she had forgotten the commotion just outside the door.

Watching Kiyona finally close her eyes and yield, Hoshino Kanade felt an overwhelming satisfaction at her complete surrender. It instantly eclipsed all his worry and nervousness, becoming the only thing that mattered.