The Sinful Hand

"Has something happened inside?"

"Eh? You didn't know? Fushimi's over-the-shoulder throw was super cool!"

"What? You mean, Fushimi threw a classmate over his shoulder in the classroom?"

The teacher managed to calm the noisy atmosphere with great difficulty, but Fushimi Makoto could even sit down properly, the principal appeared at the classroom door.

There were two other figures behind the principal.

Hiratsuka Shizuka and Matsukaze Mayu, the former showed concern, but at least she was still restraining herself. The latter didn't even bother to act, her beautiful eyes fixed on Fushimi Makoto, she was practically about to push past the principal and rush in.

It's rare for the principal to call someone away right after class starts, but everyone knows why Fushimi Makoto was called away. So, after he left the classroom, even the teacher who had just entered couldn't sit still and promptly followed him out to watch the drama unfold.

"Fushimi-kun, you should know why I called you out, right?" the principal said with a chuckle, unable to contain his smile.

"A reporter contacted you? I actually don't like giving interviews. If possible, I won't meet with reporters. I'll leave it to the principal," Fushimi Makoto said knowingly.

The principal smiled even more broadly; that's what you call vision.

He was naturally pleased to have an opportunity to boast about himself handed to him.

It can also incidentally enhance the school's reputation.

"I understand. Leave these matters to me. You just focus on your studies." The principal waved his hand.

Fushimi Makoto then gave Hiratsuka Shizuka and the other person a look, indicating that he was not injured.

The two beautiful teachers breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

They immediately realized something, exchanged a knowing glance, and both saw the awkwardness in each other's eyes.

So you are one too...

Next, the principal gave Fushimi Makoto some words of advice and concern, which the latter accepted with a humble expression, repeatedly agreeing.

The teacher who followed them out finished eating the melon with satisfaction. After the principal and the other two left, he patted Fushimi Makoto the shoulder and reminded him, "It's certainly admirable to act bravely, but you should still consider your own safety."

"I understand," Fushimi Makoto replied.

The teacher then smiled and asked in a low voice, "You're definitely going to be famous again this time. By the way, can you really help me get Masami Nagasawa's autograph by riding this wave of popularity?"

Are you still thinking about it?

Fushimi Makoto with a three-part response. "Sorry, I can't. I'm not familiar with her."

The lively atmosphere lasted until noon. Fushimi Makoto finally managed to break free from the circle of his classmates. Just when he thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a tall figure approaching him.

"How about we have lunch together?" Hiratsuka Shizuka asked, biting her lip, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Not far away, Matsukaze Mayu, who had secretly followed her friend, looked bewildered and muttered, "Is Shizuka here to ask Makoto about gossip, or is there some other reason?"

Chapter 203 The Great Hand of Evil

"I watched the video of you saving people yesterday several times. To be honest, I really didn't expect you to be so brave."

In the faculty office, Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at Fushimi Makoto sitting in front of her with a rather helpless expression.

There were two bento boxes on the table next to her, which she had obviously prepared in advance.

As for whether she made it herself, Fushimi Makoto didn't know, because she didn't say.

"I didn't expect it to be so easy to handle yesterday either," Fushimi Makoto said evasively.

"You're lying. I already told you I've watched the video several times, so of course I can tell you were well-prepared before you acted." Hiratsuka Shizuka said irritably, crossing her arms, a posture that made her chest even more conspicuous.

"You can tell that?"

"Because your movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest hesitation, it means you had already rehearsed it in your mind many times before you even started."

Hiratsuka Shizuka, as if possessed by a famous detective, deduced the reasoning while casually handing over the bento box. "Let's eat and chat."

"So, are you here to confront me or to pry into some gossip from the scene?" Fushimi Makoto took the bento box.

"What I wanted to say has already been said by the headmaster." Hiratsuka Shizuka opened her lunchbox.

Fushimi Makoto nodded.

She also came to give herself some advice.

"Speaking of which, even with the slow-motion function in the video, I still feel that your explosive power is a bit too strong." Hiratsuka Shizuka recalled the details she had observed.

"So you didn't know? High school students are all like this, otherwise why would so many manga series use high school students as the main characters?"

"... I'm being serious with you."

"I'm having a serious discussion with you too."

"Honestly, you always start getting inappropriate after just a few words."

Hiratsuka Shizuka made a sarcastic remark, her eyes already reflected Fushimi Makoto's face.

She was too embarrassed to tell him that the reason she watched the video so many times was simply because she thought it was really cool...

Just like the manga that Fushimi Makoto mentioned earlier, she herself is also a person who likes to read manga.

Fushimi Makoto's performance in the video was flawless; his moves were swift, and his finishing over-the-shoulder throw was impeccable.

Whether it's explosiveness or speed, everything is just right.

Therefore, Hiratsuka Shizuka suspected that he must have practiced countless times in private, otherwise he wouldn't be so professional.

The two ate and chatted, creating a very pleasant atmosphere.

"By the way, thank you for the training schedule. I've already started training recently." After lunch, Hiratsuka Shizuka smiled and Fushimi Makoto.

"Now that you've started training, don't stop so easily. This is a perfect training schedule that I've painstakingly put together," Fushimi Makoto said calmly.

"Okay, okay, I'll keep going."

Hiratsuka Shizuka him say that, her cheeks immediately felt hot.

Because her physical fitness was quite good, the fact that a student she liked sent her a training plan made her think twice.

For example...

Is it because he feels I always lose so quickly, and I almost can't satisfy him, that he wants to train to be even stronger?

The thought of this made Hiratsuka Shizuka feel embarrassed.

She thought she was already quite capable.

They almost always manage to score twice.

Even so, when she lay down, satisfied and exhausted, the person next to her always seemed full of energy.

This left her feeling somewhat frustrated.

That's a second time!

And after holding it in for so many years, my needs should be quite high, but this person is like Superman, the kind who doesn't get tired at all...

As she thought about it, her cheeks grew hotter and hotter, and her beautiful legs under her trousers quietly came together.

Fushimi Makoto didn't notice this at first. He thought Hiratsuka Shizuka would continue the conversation by following the training schedule, so he was still thinking about how to appear normal so as not to arouse her suspicion.

But soon he caught a glimpse of Hiratsuka Shizuka's rosy cheeks out of the corner of his eye.

And those eyes, as gentle as water.

Holy crap, this is already stringy?

What did you just imagine?

Fushimi Makoto tentatively asked, "What do you want to say about the training plan I summarized for you?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka, feigning composure. "Didn't I just say thank you?"

"What I mean is, thanks aren't important; I'd rather hear your advice and how you felt after practicing."

"?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's expression froze.

Is this guy trying to flirt with me again?

This is the office!

Although there is no third person present, I dare not act recklessly in public.

The two had an information asymmetry, so it was only natural that Hiratsuka Shizuka would misunderstand.

Seeing that Fushimi Makoto seemed to be waiting for her answer, she suppressed her embarrassment and cleared her throat. "I think everything is fine for now."

"That's good." Fushimi Makoto nodded, maintaining a natural expression as he continued to probe, "I thought you had something to say to me when you suddenly brought this up, but it seems I was overthinking it."

Really!

There's a hidden meaning in his words.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's chest heaved rapidly, and the tears in her eyes trembled violently.

From the very beginning, she was Fushimi Makoto had created the training plan for her so that she could become stronger and avoid surrendering defeat so easily every time.

Hearing Fushimi Makoto's seemingly casual words now only reinforced her belief.

Continuing to talk like this isn't going to work, so she bit her lip and lowered her voice, "I understand, I'll practice diligently."

What do you know?

Fushimi Makoto felt that her words were incoherent and made no sense.

The next second, her voice rang out again. "This is a school, don't do anything reckless."

Fushimi Makoto: "?"

Seeing that he remained Hiratsuka Shizuka assumed he was resisting and continued, blushing, "At worst... you can come to my house tonight."

The moment she said those words, her heart started racing, and her body began to heat up.

For some reason, at that moment she felt not only excitement, but also a sense of anticipation.

Fushimi Makoto understood what was happening.

In his eyes, Hiratsuka Shizuka's sullen gaze and flushed cheeks clearly conveyed the message: Your friend Hiratsuka Shizuka invites you to duo queue, do you accept?

He's not a coward.

On the contrary, he was an audacious scoundrel.

So he got up and went over.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart pounded even harder.

When Fushimi Makoto sat down beside her, her breathing became heavy.

"You... you mustn't."

Hiratsuka Shizuka verbally protested, but she didn't get up and run away.

"I understand what you mean," Fushimi Makoto said.

"Um?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka was taken aback.

Before she could understand what the other person meant, she felt a warm hand on her waist.

Then, the hand slid down.

In an instant, her body tensed up.

The pleasure arising from the mixture of shame and excitement immediately took over her mind.

For some reason, she didn't reach out to stop it immediately.

Just as she was about to stop him, Fushimi Makoto furtively lifted the hem of her clothes.

That warm hand slipped inside.

"You..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka opened her lips, uttering only a muffled syllable, her eyes already filled with a captivating, watery light.

Having not seen him for so many days, the suppressed emotions were completely ignited at this moment.

Hiratsuka Shizuka, as if giving up, simply put her hand back and didn't try to grab him again.