Torture

"Ah!" This time, Hoshizaki Kiyona really let out a low gasp, but she immediately covered her mouth. That short, irrepressible cry was like a small pebble thrown into stagnant water, instantly sending ripples through the dull classroom.

Ike Kanji, sitting in the front row by the aisle, was biting his pen while wrestling with trigonometry. Hearing the sound, he whipped his head around, his sleepy eyes filled with confusion. Onodera, the girl sitting next to him, also instinctively turned her face, her gaze sweeping toward the source of the noise. Even the physics teacher at the podium, who was just explaining "the special manifestation of conservation of energy under the influence of friction," paused his chalk on the blackboard for half a second, his inquisitive gaze peering over his lenses toward the back of the classroom.

However, when everyone's eyes focused on Hoshino Kanade and Hoshizaki Kiyona—

Hoshizaki Kiyona's body tensed instantly from that gasp, her hand pressing against her mouth so hard her knuckles turned white. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and her eyes were filled with shame and a hint of panic.

But the most critical part was—her right foot had not been pulled back! Hoshino Kanade's reaction was faster and more covert: the moment Hoshizaki Kiyona gasped, his left hand, which had been gripping her ankle, suddenly exerted force and pressed downward. At the same time, his right elbow rested seemingly casually, yet precisely, against the edge of the desk. Using the angle of his body and the desk, he firmly trapped her exposed, jade-like foot beneath the desk, within the "cage" formed by his own legs!

Even more cleverly, he leaned his upper body slightly forward, his broad shoulders and lowered head forming a natural barrier. From the perspective of the podium and most of the students, the space under the desk was completely obscured by his body and the edge of the table, creating a perfect visual blind spot.

His upper body remained motionless; his left hand even took the opportunity to lift up, using the end of his pen to lightly scratch behind his ear. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his gaze was fixed intently on the open exercise book, as if that soft sound had just been an accidental noise he made while scratching his head, and he was currently deeply troubled by a difficult problem.

"Oh... it's those two again..." Ike Kanji's brain automatically jumped to that conclusion.

After all, the frequency with which this couple "accidentally" knocked over stationery, whispered to each other (actually flirting), or even occasionally made strange noises was no longer news in Class D.

Seeing Hoshino Kanade looking so serious about solving the problem, he curled his lip, lost interest, and turned back to continue his struggle with the problems on the blackboard.

Onodera muttered to herself, "Did Hoshizaki-san poke her hand with her pen again? Looking at the way she's covering her mouth... does Hoshino-san seem to be having trouble with a problem?" She also withdrew her gaze, her attention returning to the blackboard.

The physics teacher pushed up his glasses: Hmm, Hoshino-san's problem is indeed a bit difficult, scratching his head is normal... The chalk continued to trace its rustling path across the blackboard.

Within a few seconds, all the briefly focused gazes were brushed away by an invisible hand, turning back in unison.

The "order" of the classroom quickly repaired itself, and the dull river of knowledge continued to flow.

Only Hoshizaki Kiyona knew that her foot remained trapped in the "clutches of the devil," unable to move!

At this moment, that imprisoned right foot was becoming the "prey" with nowhere to escape under Hoshino Kanade's fingers.

The delicate, fair skin of her instep was exposed to the cool air, and the faint blue veins were visible beneath the near-transparent skin, like the underglaze colors meticulously outlined on cracked-glaze porcelain.

Her five rounded toes, having suddenly lost their protection and feeling immense shame, curled tightly, revealing a pink, shell-like luster. The line of her ankle tapered smoothly, like the most exquisite curve from a master's brush.

This foot was as beautiful as a fragile piece of art, yet at this moment, it was trembling slightly under Hoshino Kanade's control, exuding a sense of helpless vulnerability.

And the danger had already arrived.

Having lost the only barrier of her cotton socks, the sensitivity of the skin on the sole of her foot was magnified infinitely.

Hoshino Kanade's mischievous fingertips touched the smooth, soft sole of her foot directly and mercilessly!

"Mmm-hnn—!" A jolt of stimulation, a hundred times stronger than before, surged through her entire body! Hoshizaki Kiyona's eyes widened, physiological tears instantly filling her sockets, and she bit her lower lip hard to keep from screaming.

Her formidable ability to manage her expressions was crumbling at this moment, her cheeks red enough to drip blood.

Her body's instinctive reaction was to struggle violently; her toes curled desperately, her lower leg tensed like a bowstring, and her hands slapped wildly at Hoshino Kanade's back, quickly escalating from light taps to forceful, tearful thumps!

Hoshino Kanade felt that she was reaching her limit, so he eased his offensive, simply holding her ankle gently and letting her pant.

However, just as she relaxed a little, his fingertips descended again, precisely scratching the most ticklish spot, bringing a new round of overwhelming, addictive stimulation.

Hoshizaki Kiyona's body swayed violently between endurance and surrender. She wanted to kick out but feared that too much movement would attract the attention of others, so she could only let out whimpering, breathless sounds, like a fish thrown onto the shore.

After repeating this "torture" several times, the bell for the end of class finally rang like a heavenly sound.

Hoshino Kanade watched as Hoshizaki Kiyona collapsed completely onto the desk, her forehead resting against her arms, her shoulders still trembling slightly, her long eyelashes drooping like the broken wings of a butterfly. Satisfied with her "incapacitated" and pitiful appearance, he finally let go and stuffed that precious sock back into her shoe under the desk.

The massive wave, layered with physiological stimulation and intense psychological shame, finally receded slowly. Hoshizaki Kiyona lay on the desk, feeling as if everything that had just happened was an absurd and shameful dream.

Her body's intense reaction had not yet fully subsided; even a certain unspeakable place had become somewhat... damp due to the continuous tension and shyness.

She puffed up her cheeks and swore in her heart that today—no, at least for this break, she would absolutely ignore Hoshino Kanade! That bad guy! Such a pervert! Hmph~!

And in the seat at the upper right, diagonally in front of Hoshino Kanade, Matsushita Chiaki, who had witnessed this "grand drama of interaction" from beginning to end, found that her mood could no longer be described as "shocked."

Matsushita Chiaki was the typical kind of person who "hid her strength" in Class D.

She was not without ability herself, but after seeing the almost impossible prospect of Class D rising to Class A, she decisively chose to slack off, with her only goal being to "coast to victory" until graduation.

She usually mingled in Karuizawa Kei's group, observing everything in the class with a low profile.

Of course, some unusual students also piqued her interest, such as Hoshino Kanade, who always exuded a sense of mystery, and Hoshizaki Kiyona, who seemed a bit different in her demeanor; they were both key targets on her "observation list."

She observed them purely out of a habitual collection of information to satisfy her own curiosity.

But she never expected that this routine observation would lead her to see such... scenes that transcended her imagination!

This young man and woman... they could actually play so wildly during class time?!

"Ah!" This time, Hoshizaki Kiyona really let out a low gasp, but she immediately covered her mouth. That short, irrepressible cry was like a small pebble thrown into stagnant water, instantly sending ripples through the dull classroom.

Ike Kanji, sitting in the front row by the aisle, was biting his pen while wrestling with trigonometry. Hearing the sound, he whipped his head around, his sleepy eyes filled with confusion. Onodera, the girl sitting next to him, also instinctively turned her face, her gaze sweeping toward the source of the noise. Even the physics teacher at the podium, who was just explaining "the special manifestation of conservation of energy under the influence of friction," paused his chalk on the blackboard for half a second, his inquisitive gaze peering over his lenses toward the back of the classroom.

However, when everyone's eyes focused on Hoshino Kanade and Hoshizaki Kiyona—

Hoshizaki Kiyona's body tensed instantly from that gasp, her hand pressing against her mouth so hard her knuckles turned white. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and her eyes were filled with shame and a hint of panic.

But the most critical part was—her right foot had not been pulled back! Hoshino Kanade's reaction was faster and more covert: the moment Hoshizaki Kiyona gasped, his left hand, which had been gripping her ankle, suddenly exerted force and pressed downward. At the same time, his right elbow rested seemingly casually, yet precisely, against the edge of the desk. Using the angle of his body and the desk, he firmly trapped her exposed, jade-like foot beneath the desk, within the "cage" formed by his own legs!

Even more cleverly, he leaned his upper body slightly forward, his broad shoulders and lowered head forming a natural barrier. From the perspective of the podium and most of the students, the space under the desk was completely obscured by his body and the edge of the table, creating a perfect visual blind spot.

His upper body remained motionless; his left hand even took the opportunity to lift up, using the end of his pen to lightly scratch behind his ear. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his gaze was fixed intently on the open exercise book, as if that soft sound had just been an accidental noise he made while scratching his head, and he was currently deeply troubled by a difficult problem.

"Oh... it's those two again..." Ike Kanji's brain automatically jumped to that conclusion.

Seeing Hoshino Kanade looking so serious while solving the problem, he curled his lip, turned back with zero interest, and continued to grapple with the questions on the blackboard.

Onodera muttered to herself, "Did Hoshizaki-san poke her hand with her pen again? Looking at the way she's covering her mouth... does Hoshino-san seem to be having trouble?" She also withdrew her gaze, refocusing her attention on the blackboard.

The physics teacher pushed up his glasses: Hmm, that problem of Hoshino-san's is indeed a bit difficult, scratching his head is normal... The chalk continued to trace rustling paths across the blackboard.

Within a few seconds, all the briefly focused gazes were brushed away as if by an invisible hand, and they all turned back in unison.

The "order" of the classroom quickly repaired itself, and the dull river of knowledge continued to flow.

Only Hoshizaki Kiyona knew that her foot was still trapped in the "clutches of the devil," unable to move!

At this moment, that imprisoned right foot was becoming the "prey" with nowhere to escape under Hoshino Kanade's fingers.

The delicate, fair skin of the instep was exposed to the cool air, with faint blue veins appearing and disappearing beneath the nearly transparent skin, like the underglaze patterns meticulously outlined on cracked-glaze porcelain.

The five rounded toes were tightly curled due to the sudden loss of protection and immense shame, revealing a pink, lustrous glow like the inside of a seashell, while the lines of the ankle tapered smoothly, like the most exquisite arc from a master's brush.

This foot was as beautiful as a fragile work of art, yet at this moment, it was trembling slightly under Hoshino Kanade's control, revealing a helpless sense of vulnerability.

And the danger had already arrived.

Losing the only barrier of the cotton sock, the sensitivity of the sole of her foot was amplified infinitely.

Hoshino Kanade's mischievous fingertips touched the smooth, soft arch of her foot directly and mercilessly!

"Mmm--!" A stimulus a hundred times stronger than before surged through her entire body like an electric current! Hoshizaki Kiyona's eyes widened abruptly, physiological tears instantly filling her eye sockets, and she bit her lower lip hard to keep from screaming out loud.

Her formidable ability to manage her expressions was teetering on the brink of collapse, her cheeks red enough to drip blood.

Her body's instinctive reaction was to struggle violently; her toes curled desperately, her lower leg tensed like a bowstring, and her palm slapped Hoshino Kanade's back frantically, quickly escalating from light taps to heavy, tearful blows!

Hoshino Kanade felt that she was reaching her limit, so he slowed his offensive, merely holding her ankle gently and letting her catch her breath.

However, just as she relaxed a little, those fingertips descended once more, precisely scratching the most ticklish spot, bringing a new round of soul-crushing, addictive stimulation.

Hoshizaki Kiyona's body swayed violently between endurance and surrender; wanting to kick but fearing that too much movement would attract the attention of others, she could only emit whimpering, breathless sounds, like a fish thrown onto the shore.

After such "torture" was repeated many times, the bell for the end of class finally rang like a heavenly sound.

Hoshino Kanade watched as Hoshizaki Kiyona went completely limp on the desk, her forehead pressed against her arms, her shoulders still trembling slightly, her long eyelashes drooping like the broken wings of a butterfly. Satisfied by that pitiful, "unable to rise again" appearance, he finally let go and stuffed that precious sock back into her shoe under the desk.

The massive wave, layered with physiological stimulation and intense psychological shame, finally receded slowly. Hoshizaki Kiyona lay on the desk, feeling as if everything that had just happened was an absurd and shameful dream.

The intense reaction of her body had not yet completely subsided, and even a certain unspeakable place had become somewhat... damp due to the continuous tension and shyness.

She swore angrily in her heart that today—no, at least for this break, she would absolutely ignore Hoshino Kanade! That bad guy! Such a pervert! Hmph~!

And in the seat at the upper right, diagonally in front of Hoshino Kanade, Matsushita Chiaki, who had witnessed this "grand drama of interaction" from beginning to end, found that her mood could no longer be described as "shocked."

Matsushita Chiaki belonged to the type of person who "hid her strength" in Class D.

It wasn't that she lacked ability herself, but after seeing the almost impossible prospect of Class D rising to Class A, she had decisively chosen to slack off, with her only goal being to "coast" until graduation.

She usually mingled in Karuizawa Kei's small group, observing everything in the class in a low-key manner.

Of course, certain abnormal classmates also piqued her interest, such as Hoshino Kanade, who always exuded a sense of mystery, and Hoshizaki Kiyona, who seemed a bit different in her behavior; they were both key targets on her "observation list."

She observed them purely out of a habitual collection of information to satisfy her own curiosity.

But she never expected that this daily observation would lead her to see such... scenes that transcended her imagination!

These young people... could they actually play so wildly during class time?!