Classroom of the Elite, I Only Want Your Rewards

In fact, Class C was also holding study sessions in the library. From a distance, Suzuki Toru could see a bespectacled boy tutoring students from Class C, and among them, he spotted Ryuen Kakeru.

However, rather than studying, the other party seemed to be observing something else.

Following the direction of Ryuen Kakeru's subtle gaze, Suzuki Toru caught a glimpse of the Class B study session. He saw a handsome boy patiently tutoring them, but Ichinose Honami was nowhere to be seen.

It was unlikely that anything had happened to Ichinose Honami.

There seemed to be quite a few students from Class B participating in the study sessions; they had split into two groups, with separate sessions held at noon and in the afternoon.

He had been able to see Ichinose Honami last time, but this time it was a boy, perhaps they were rotating shifts.

"How should I put it... it's a bit awkward. Since no one in my class likes novels, I've never had anyone to talk to," Shiina Hiyori whispered. "I had intended to join everyone's study session, but Ryuen-kun refused me."

Suzuki Toru was somewhat surprised: "Does Ryuen-kun dislike you?"

"No, it's not a factor of that nature." Shiina Hiyori struggled for a moment and stopped elaborating on the topic.

Refusing help from a high-achieving student for a study session?

It seemed Ryuen Kakeru wasn't putting his heart into the midterm exams; was he planning to target Class B and Ichinose Honami instead?

Suzuki Toru wanted to continue the conversation, but Kamuro Masumi couldn't help but cough twice beside him.

"Did you finish the problems I assigned you the day before yesterday?"

"I finished them."

"Good, keep working on problems today."

"Wait, wait, didn't I already finish them the day before yesterday?" Kamuro Masumi's eyes widened. "Why do I have to do problems again today?"

"If you don't do problems, how are you going to master this knowledge?" Suzuki Toru asked calmly in return.

Thinking of the boredom and torture of doing problems, Kamuro Masumi couldn't help but feel a bit irritable: "You assign too much homework. Can't you reduce it a little?"

It really wasn't that much. If you spent a few years in a certain large country next door, you'd probably be driven crazy by the competition.

"Kamuro-san, imagine yourself solving a particularly difficult problem and getting twenty points. How would you feel?"

"Happy?"

"You finished all the problems earlier, weren't you happy?" Suzuki Toru coaxed her. "I took a look just now, your score should be around 75. Compared to when you started, you've improved by about 10 points. Maybe you'll improve by another five next time."

Kamuro Masumi thought about it, and it seemed to be the same logic; she could perceive her own progress.

"...Although I don't really want to admit it, I suppose it's because you're a good teacher?" She had a bit of self-awareness.

Suzuki Toru didn't commit: "If you can finish the problems this time and improve even a little bit over last time, I'll treat you to a sundae."

Upon hearing this, Kamuro Masumi's eyes lit up, and she quickly said: "Fine, fine, fine, I'll do it!"

Seeing that he had piqued her motivation, Suzuki Toru also revealed a smile: "Then, can Kamuro-san satisfy my request today?"

Kamuro Masumi's expression stiffened. Why wouldn't this foot fetishist just give up?

"Only for one minute."

Treating it as a good buddy acting up, she gave up struggling; in any case, Suzuki Toru wouldn't actually do anything to her.

He had been quite well-behaved last time, nothing too excessive.

However, Suzuki Toru was no longer satisfied with just that.

"Can I rub your breasts?"

Kamuro Masumi looked at him with a hostile expression. How could he dare to say such a thing?

"If you want to die, just say so."

"It won't take too much of your time, I'll be very quick."

"Not even if you're quick!"

"How about a lap pillow?"

As expected, Kamuro Masumi showed a hesitant look.

Compared to rubbing her breasts, this option seemed somewhat acceptable.

"If that won't work, then I'm going to rub."

Just as Suzuki Toru reached out his hand, she blushed, slapped his hand away, and glared fiercely at him.

"Only for half a minute!"

Suzuki Toru felt no emotional fluctuation; if you want to tear down a window, you have to first suggest tearing down the whole house.

Chapter 70: Red-Faced and Flustered

Whether it was touching her thighs or the lap pillow, Kamuro Masumi found that she didn't have much resistance, as if she had become numb to his behavior.

However, thinking about it carefully, it was incredible that she could face Suzuki Toru's harassment every day, having him look at her legs and such, and still be able to stay with him calmly.

Kamuro Masumi thought he would lie down immediately, but unexpectedly, he turned his head and began to teach her.

To tell the truth, this guy's teaching level seemed to be quite high—at least more accessible and easier to understand than Sakayanagi Arisu's, and he was also very patient.

It made one wonder if he often taught others, or if he was just used to dealing with idiots?

Pah, how could she possibly be an idiot!

Kamuro Masumi decided to stop overthinking, followed Suzuki Toru's train of thought, and accepted the knowledge he was pouring into her.

There was just one thing that felt strange.

Compared to last time, Suzuki Toru seemed to have questions he wasn't sure about himself, sometimes shyly asking Shiina Hiyori, who was sitting nearby, for guidance.

Shiina Hiyori didn't refuse him, explaining the correct problem-solving approach in a soft, gentle voice.

Although the frequency of these questions wasn't high—only two or three times—Kamuro Masumi felt inexplicably annoyed.

Was this guy actually trying to tutor her, or was he using tutoring as an excuse to flirt with a girl from another class?

Even if she wanted to interject, her lack of academic ability meant she could only stare wide-eyed from the sidelines, watching the two of them chat.

Fortunately, Suzuki Toru didn't forget his duty, keeping his interactions with Shiina Hiyori brief and to the point.

"Not bad. Although it was a bit difficult, you got the basics right."

Before long, Suzuki Toru looked at her notebook filled with the steps to the solutions and gave her high praise without reservation.

"I suddenly feel like exams aren't all that." Kamuro Masumi felt her heart thumping; the more she looked at the completed answers, the more she felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

It was like drinking a large bottle of ice-cold marble soda on a hot summer day; the refreshing chill flowing from her throat spread throughout her entire body, making her brain tremble with pleasure.

Suzuki Toru looked at the girl's legs. Her slightly plump thighs were full of healthy, youthful vitality, and her skin seemed to have the most delicate color, white and pure as snow.

"Not now." Kamuro Masumi noticed his gaze. They were in the library, after all; how could she possibly let him lie down?

In fact, she had only intended to let Suzuki Toru lie down for a while in private.

[Let Kamuro give a lap pillow], [Want to see her look like she wants it while refusing], [Sit on top and move yourself], [Her maid service], [Others are slaves, Kamuro can only be a star-slave], [Make Kamuro the main wife], [Let Kamuro coax me to sleep like a mother]...

He could only fulfill a few of these wishes for now, and Suzuki Toru didn't want to waste the opportunity; if he missed it, she might immediately regret it afterward.

"Don't worry, no one will care. It's only for half a minute." Suzuki Toru comforted the girl's sensitive and shy heart. "Besides, you wouldn't want me to force you, would you? That would look even worse."

"You're just like a perverted criminal." Kamuro Masumi was somewhat dissatisfied, yet she felt a complex, strange emotion because Shiina Hiyori was still right there.

Wouldn't letting him lie down make their relationship seem less than ordinary?

Just as Kamuro Masumi hesitated, Suzuki Toru simply turned to his side and lay down.

"Ugh..."

The girl's body tensed up instantly. She hadn't expected him to be so bold; the delicate skin of her thighs made contact with his hair, bringing a strange, ticklish sensation that scratched at her sensitive nerves.

What made it even harder for Kamuro Masumi to bear was that he wasn't facing outward, but toward her lower abdomen.

At this distance, she could clearly feel Suzuki Toru's warm breath hitting her body, seemingly tracing the side of her skirt and gently teasing the inner part of her thigh.

Kamuro Masumi's face turned bright red, and she subconsciously looked around, only to see that Shiina Hiyori was blushing just as much.

The two girls locked eyes, then immediately looked away in a panic.

"Turn your head away!" Kamuro Masumi whispered fiercely.

"Half a minute will pass quickly, it's fine if I don't turn." Suzuki Toru said, "Could you stroke my hair, sing a lullaby, or tell me a bedtime story?"

What on earth was he talking about? Kamuro Masumi found that she couldn't understand his train of thought at all.

"No talking, no moving!"

Whenever he made a sound, the heat of his breath sprayed onto Kamuro Masumi's thigh, and if he moved even slightly, she felt like goosebumps were breaking out all over her body.

Shiina Hiyori snuck a glance at her and saw that her earlobes were bright red and her fair neck was flushed, yet she was still trying her best to maintain a calm appearance.

This pair from Class A was too strange; were they really not a couple?

Why were they doing something like this without any regard for her, an outsider?

Although she was no longer a naive child, seeing such an intimate scene made Shiina Hiyori feel herself blushing, her ears burning.

She felt shy and stopped watching, burying her head back into her book.

No, rather than burying her head in a book, it was more like she wanted the book to hide her from the two of them.

Kamuro Masumi could have originally tolerated Suzuki Toru, but seeing Shiina Hiyori like this, she didn't know why she started feeling shy herself.

"Enough, enough, half a minute has passed."

Looking at her flushed face, Suzuki Toru suddenly found that he was a bit reluctant to leave her thighs.

A girl in her prime was full of youthful, vibrant energy; every inch of her skin was exceptionally delicate and warm. Resting on her lap, he felt as if his face were glued to her.

At the same time, looking up, he could see her chest and admire her blushing face; looking down a little, there was the girl's most mysterious place, right under his nose.

At this distance, Kamuro Masumi could surely feel his breath; no wonder she was blushing.