Blushing Furiously

Actually, Class C was also holding tutoring sessions in the library. From a distance, Suzuki Toru could see a bespectacled boy helping Class C students, with Ryuen Kakeru among them.

But the boy seemed more interested in observing something than studying.

Following Ryuen Kakeru's discreet gaze, Suzuki Toru glanced at Class B's tutoring session. He saw only a handsome boy patiently helping them; Ichinose Honami was nowhere to be seen.

It probably wasn't because something had happened to Ichinose Honami.

There seemed to be quite a few Class B students attending the sessions. They had split into two groups, with one meeting at noon and the other in the afternoon.

Last time, he'd seen Ichinose Honami there. This time, it was a boy instead, so perhaps they were taking turns.

"It's kind of awkward, you know? No one in my class likes novels, so I haven't had anyone to talk to about them." Shiina Hiyori spoke softly. "I was going to join everyone's tutoring session, but Ryuen turned me down."

Suzuki Toru was a little surprised. "Does Ryuen dislike you?"

"No, it had nothing to do with that." Shiina Hiyori hesitated for a moment, then stopped elaborating.

He'd turned down help from a student with good grades?

It seemed Ryuen Kakeru wasn't focused on the midterms. Was he planning to deal with Class B and Ichinose Honami?

Suzuki Toru was about to continue the conversation, but Kamuro Masumi couldn't help clearing her throat beside him.

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

"I did."

"Good. Then you'll work on more problems today."

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

"If you don't practice, how are you going to master the material?" Suzuki Toru asked calmly.

Thinking of the tedious, agonizing problems, Kamuro Masumi couldn't help feeling a little irritated. "You give me too much homework. Can't you cut it down a bit?"

It really wasn't that much. If she spent a few years in some big country next door, the grind would probably drive her crazy.

"Kamuro, imagine you solved an especially difficult problem and got twenty points. How would you feel?"

"Happy?"

"You finished all the problems before, didn't you feel happy?" Suzuki Toru coaxed her along. "I took a look just now. You should be scoring around seventy-five, about ten points higher than when you started. Maybe you'll improve by another five next time."

Kamuro Masumi thought it over. He did have a point. She could feel herself making progress.

"...I hate to admit it, but I guess you're just a really good teacher." She had some awareness of her own abilities.

Suzuki Toru neither confirmed nor denied it. "If you finish the problems this time and do a little better than last time, I'll buy you a sundae."

Kamuro Masumi's eyes lit up. "Okay, okay, I'll do it!"

Seeing that he'd successfully gotten her motivated, Suzuki Toru smiled too. "Then, Kamuro, can you grant my request today?"

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

"You can touch them for one minute."

Thinking he was just fooling around like a good buddy, she gave up resisting. It wasn't as though Suzuki Toru would do anything to her.

He'd behaved himself last time and hadn't gone too far.

But Suzuki Toru was no longer satisfied with that.

"Can I squeeze your boobs?"

Kamuro Masumi glared at him. He actually dared to say something like that?

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

"It won't take long. I'll be quick."

"Even if you're quick, no!"

"How about a lap pillow?"

As expected, Kamuro Masumi looked uncertain.

Compared to squeezing her boobs, that option seemed somewhat acceptable.

"If you say no, I'm going to squeeze them."

Suzuki Toru had only just reached out when she slapped his hand away, blushing as she glared at him.

"You can rest your head there for half a minute, and that's it!"

Suzuki Toru didn't show the slightest emotion. If you wanted to tear down a window, you had to start by proposing that you tear down the house.

Face Burning Red

Whether it was letting him touch her thighs or giving him a lap pillow, Kamuro Masumi realized she didn't actually feel all that resistant. It was as if she'd grown numb to his behavior.

But when she thought about it, she'd been putting up with Suzuki Toru's harassment every day, including him looking up her skirt and stuff, and still managed to stay on good terms with him. It was incredible.

Kamuro Masumi thought he'd lie down right away, but instead, he turned and began tutoring her.

To be honest, this guy seemed pretty good at teaching. At least he was easier to understand than Sakayanagi Arisu, and he was very patient too.

It almost made her wonder if he tutored people often, or if he was just used to dealing with idiots.

Ugh, she wasn't an idiot!

Kamuro Masumi stopped letting her mind wander and followed Suzuki Toru's train of thought, taking in the knowledge he explained to her.

There was just one strange thing.

Compared to last time, Suzuki Toru also seemed to come across problems he wasn't sure about. Every now and then, he'd ask Shiina Hiyori beside them for help, looking a little embarrassed.

Shiina Hiyori never turned him down. She gently explained the right way to solve them.

It only happened two or three times, but for some reason, Kamuro Masumi felt annoyed.

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

She wanted to butt in, but her grades weren't good enough. All she could do was stare wide-eyed and watch the two of them talk.

Fortunately, Suzuki Toru didn't forget what he was there for. He kept his exchanges with Shiina Hiyori brief.

"Not bad. It was a little tough, but you got almost everything right."

Before long, Suzuki Toru looked over her notebook, filled with her solutions, and gave her a glowing review without holding back.

"Suddenly, exams don't seem so bad." Kamuro Masumi felt her heart thumping. The more she looked at all those answers, the more she felt a satisfaction she couldn't quite describe.

It was like gulping down a whole bottle of ice-cold ramune on a scorching summer day. The refreshing chill flowed down her throat and spread through her body, making her brain tingle with pleasure.

Suzuki Toru looked at the girl's legs. Her slightly plump thighs had a healthy, youthful air about them, and her skin was as delicate and fair as snow.

"Not right now." Kamuro Masumi noticed his gaze. They were in the library, so there was no way she'd let him lie down.

In truth, she'd only meant to let Suzuki Toru rest his head there for a little while in private.

[Have Kamuro give me a lap pillow],[Watch her refuse while secretly wanting to],[Get on top and move on your own],[Have her serve me as a maid],[Everyone else can be a slave, but Kamuro can only be Starfury],[Make Kamuro my official girlfriend],[Have Kamuro soothe me to sleep like a mom]...

For now, he could only fulfill a few of those wishes. Suzuki Toru didn't want to waste the opportunity. If he let it pass, she might change her mind as soon as they were alone.

"Relax, nobody will care. It's only half a minute," Suzuki Toru reassured the sensitive, bashful girl. "Besides, you don't want me to force you, do you? That'd look even worse."

"You're just like a perverted criminal." Kamuro Masumi was annoyed, though she also felt a strange, complicated emotion, since Shiina Hiyori was right there.

Would letting him lie down make it look like they had a special relationship?

As Kamuro Masumi hesitated, Suzuki Toru promptly turned on his side and lay down.

"Eep..."

The girl's body tensed all at once. She hadn't expected him to be so bold. His hair brushed against the delicate skin of her thighs, tickling her in a strange way and pricking at her sensitive nerves.

What Kamuro Masumi found even harder to bear was that he wasn't facing away from her. He was facing her stomach.

At this distance, she could feel Suzuki Toru's warm breath against her. It seemed to drift along one side of her skirt, lightly teasing the inside of her thigh.

Kamuro Masumi's face turned bright red. She instinctively looked around and saw that Shiina Hiyori was blushing too.

The two girls met eyes, then hastily looked away from each other.

"Turn your head!" Kamuro Masumi whispered fiercely.

"Half a minute will be over soon. It's fine if I don't turn around," Suzuki Toru said. "Can you stroke my hair, sing me a lullaby, or tell me a bedtime story?"

What was he even talking about? Kamuro Masumi couldn't understand his way of thinking at all.

"Don't talk, and don't move!"

Whenever he made a sound, his warm breath brushed against Kamuro Masumi's thigh. If he moved even a little, she felt like goosebumps would cover her whole body.

Shiina Hiyori peeked at her. Her earlobes were bright red, and a blush spread across her fair neck, yet she was still doing her best to look calm.

This Class A pair was so strange. Were they really not dating?

Why would they do something like this without caring that she was there?

She wasn't a little child anymore, but seeing them act so intimately made Shiina Hiyori blush too. Her ears were burning.

She was embarrassed. She looked away and buried her head in her book again.

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

Kamuro Masumi had been able to put up with Suzuki Toru, but seeing Shiina Hiyori like that, for some reason she started feeling shy too.

"That's enough, that's enough. The half-minute's over."

Seeing her face all flushed, Suzuki Toru suddenly realized he didn't want to leave her thighs just yet.

A girl in the bloom of youth was already brimming with both innocence and vitality. Every inch of her skin felt so soft and warm that, resting his head on her thighs, it felt as though his face might stick to them.

He could look up and see her chest, and admire her blushing face. A little farther down was the girl's most mysterious place, right beneath his nose.

At this distance, Kamuro Masumi could probably feel him breathing. No wonder she was blushing.