A Story Starting from Classroom of the Elite

Open your eyes.

Karuizawa Kei looked at him with a flower-like smile, teasing him with her silky long hair.

He exerted force with his right arm, pulling her into his embrace.

Lying on her dear one's chest, Karuizawa Kei listened quietly to the strong, powerful beating of his heart.

A moment later, she looked up.

"Good morning."

Before the tail end of her voice could fade, she had already slithered like a nimble snake deep into the quilt.

Mm, feeling the warm, moist sensation from her lower body.

Tanaka Yukishin gasped sharply.

After being forcibly inflated and energized.

He no longer lingered in the comfort of the blankets.

He got up to engage in morning exercises with Karuizawa Kei.

An hour later, seeing the girl in his arms curled up with her brows tightly locked and her breathing rapid.

Tanaka Yukishin felt a pang of heartache and said with a helpless expression.

"I told you there was no need to push yourself so hard; take it slow."

"You insisted that I enjoy myself to the fullest."

"Now you know what pain is."

After speaking, he laid the girl flat on the bed.

On one hand, he used his hands to massage and knead, helping her body soothe its qi and blood.

On the other hand, he used his spiritual power to soothe her.

With both methods working in tandem, the results were incredibly fast.

Karuizawa Kei's breathing became steady, and her complexion improved significantly.

She stubbornly raised her head, still unconvinced.

"If you make me... more... love-filled cuisine, I can still continue."

Tanaka Yukishin's facial expression almost couldn't hold up.

Yesterday, seeing her mood was heavy, and needing a reason for the scar removal and skin regeneration, he had used love as the answer to comfort her.

Now it seemed this comfort had worked a little too well.

Yes, for the sake of minor gains, he had already intended to cook his own breakfast and dinner.

Not to mention that his own woman wanted to eat it.

But this matter-of-fact attitude of yours.

Is it not a bit blind?

A miracle refers to something extremely difficult to achieve, something extraordinary.

Looking at Kei-chan's attitude toward him now, could it be that she would believe anything he said?

He shook his head to shake these messy thoughts away.

Tanaka Yukishin pointed at the small refrigerator.

"I'd be willing, but there are no ingredients left."

Karuizawa Kei was a bit dumbfounded.

The wonderful effects of the love-filled cuisine had completely conquered her.

This was the reason she dared to act tough and challenge herself to let her lover enjoy himself to the fullest.

It wasn't impossible to have her lover go out and buy ingredients to cook now.

But her previous plan was to schedule time to go on a date with her lover afterward.

It seemed she would have to adjust now.

Or should she endure the pain in her lower body and persist?

Karuizawa Kei fell into deep thought.

Seeing the girl didn't answer.

Tanaka Yukishin assumed she didn't intend to eat the love-filled cuisine for the time being.

In order to spend more time with her, he decided to assign the errand work.

It's you—Kamuro Masumi.

He picked up his phone from the nightstand and sent a message to his lackey.

For the past three days, the mood of Kamuro Masumi had been as fickle as the gathering and dispersing of mountain mist.

Successfully enrolling in Tokyo Advanced Nurturing High School was something worth celebrating.

Yet, after entering the school, she had been caught by a classmate due to her peculiar habit and was subsequently forced into submission.

Her heart was in a state of constant turmoil.

Then, when the Sender incident occurred, she felt as if she had fallen into an abyss.

Her weakness was now held in the hands of a rival from the same grade, a student from another class.

What was she supposed to do?

However, the initiative was not in her hands, and she didn't have the slightest intention of opposing Tanaka Yukishin.

After all, that day, Tanaka Yukishin had already left a mark on her heart, branding him as someone who must not be defied.

At 8:00 AM, after finishing her morning routine.

She stepped out, preparing to head to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Suddenly, a female voice came from behind her.

"Kamuro-san, are you heading to breakfast too?"

"Ah, yes."

Recognizing the voice as Sakayanagi Arisu, she slowly stopped her forward pace and turned around.

Sakayanagi Arisu was still wearing the same outfit as the previous two days.

She leaned on a cane, wearing a red blazer school uniform on top and a black-trimmed skirt on the bottom.

The only change was that her black beret had been replaced with a white one.

She was a silver-haired girl with fair skin and a cute appearance.

Even though she had seen her many times, Kamuro Masumi still thought she was very cute.

Recalling how Sakayanagi Arisu usually sat quietly in her chair in class and needed the help of her cane even when moving with difficulty.

She stepped forward and took one of Sakayanagi Arisu's hands to support her.

"Thank you, Kamuro-san. My health isn't very good."

A strange glint flashed in the depths of Sakayanagi Arisu's eyes.

As a free agent in the class, Kamuro Masumi had already been marked as a target to be brought under her command.

Sakayanagi Arisu had been waiting specifically for her to leave.

In her mind, Kamuro Masumi was positioned as an extension of her own hands and feet.

Affected by her illness, Sakayanagi Arisu's body struggled to support daily activities, requiring someone to assist her.

Supporting her elbow when going up and down stairs, and adjusting the pace of her stride when walking long distances.

When encountering unexpected situations, clearing obstacles from the path in advance to ensure the cane or wheelchair could pass without hindrance.

Taking over tasks that required significant physical exertion: taking over when carrying heavy objects, and handling the manual labor during classroom chores.

When executing class strategies, acting as an agile executor.

Conveying instructions, negotiating with other classes, and turning plans on paper into reality.

And as a fellow female who lived on the same floor, Kamuro Masumi was the optimal choice in her mind.

However, it seemed that before her thousand-layered schemes could even be deployed.

Kamuro Masumi had already walked right into the trap.

Sakayanagi Arisu hated it when others looked at her with pity.

But she would not refuse genuine kindness.

"Kamuro-san, we live on the same floor. If we run into each other in the future, could I ask for your help?"

"Of course, you can."

Along the way, Sakayanagi Arisu used the art of language to understand Kamuro Masumi with measured precision.

And Kamuro Masumi was also happy to communicate with Sakayanagi Arisu.

Besides the fact that she was cute, it was also because she was one of the two major faction leaders in Class A.

Although the two major factions were only in their infancy, in the absence of a third party emerging.

The outcome was already set in stone.

She still wanted to graduate from Class A, so the problem of Tanaka Yukishin had to be solved.

But she could not take the initiative to expose the problem herself.

Having her weakness held by one person was still better than having it held by many.

She was not particularly clever, but she was not exactly stupid either.

She was perfectly clear about the intentions of Sakayanagi Arisu.

First, she would use her health as a pretext to draw closer, then rely on her ability to read the room to coerce her into the Sakayanagi Faction.

Of course, to appease her, Sakayanagi Arisu would inevitably demonstrate her strength through certain means.

After all, as a free agent, Kamuro Masumi was not unwilling to join; she was simply waiting for the best option.

Excellent errand runners are always welcome.

Choices between people have always been a two-way street.

Just as monarchs in ancient times selected their subjects, subjects would likewise choose the monarchs they wished to follow.

In this small world of the school, such two-way choices were quietly playing out as well.

In the faint light of dawn, the asphalt path from the dormitory building to the cafeteria shimmered with the moisture of dew.

The distance from the dormitory building to the cafeteria was not long.

For someone walking at a normal pace, six or seven minutes would suffice.

However, Kamuro Masumi deliberately lagged half a step behind, matching the slightly unsteady gait of Sakayanagi Arisu.

The silver-haired girl's white cane tapped lightly against the ground, emitting a rhythmic, crisp sound in the quiet morning, and it took the two of them a full ten minutes to cross the tree-lined path where the cherry blossoms were just beginning to bloom.

During this intentionally prolonged time spent alone, Sakayanagi Arisu skillfully steered the conversation from course schedules to club activities, and then, as if by chance, mentioned the new regulations from the school board.

Like a hunter weaving a spiderweb, she evaluated her companion's reactions amidst the seemingly casual chatter.

Through the conversation along the way, Sakayanagi Arisu was quite satisfied with the performance of Kamuro Masumi.

She decided to appropriately demonstrate her own strength while simultaneously deepening her understanding of Kamuro Masumi.