3:00 p.m.
After wrapping up the day's classes in a hurry, Yuki Gyakukai had, for once, been given the day off by Tomie. He could spend the whole day however he liked.
In a quiet patch of woods on campus, golden sunlight filtered through layers of leaves and dappled the shade.
Yuki Gyakukai strolled slowly beneath them, flecks of light falling across him now and then.
It was a rare return to comfort and ease.
No one telling him what to do, no one bothering him.
In the tranquil woods, occasional breezes curled around the treetops and stirred the hair at his temples.
It was already May, and the weather was getting a little warm. His shirt, damp with sweat earlier, had dried in the faint breeze.
For once, he didn't have to go shopping. Yuki held a can of soda in one hand and replied to messages on his phone as he walked.
Before long, he arrived at a familiar corner of campus. It was quite secluded.
Beyond the railing, sunlight shimmered across the water.
On this side, a wooden bench sat in the shade of the trees.
Even in such a secluded spot, someone was already sitting there, with a shopping bag beside her.
Her white skirt fluttered slightly. Her red jacket lay casually draped over the bench, and the tie at the ends of her hair had come completely undone, leaving her purple hair spread across the seat.
Neither of them seemed to care that anyone might notice. Their eyes met without a trace of surprise, as though this had become routine.
"Kamuro, what are you planning this time? You really put me through the wringer last time."
Masumi Kamuro scoffed.
Then she shifted over on the bench, made room for him, and patted the empty spot beside her.
"Sit here."
"But seriously, your fiancée sure is petty. I only read a love letter from a girl in front of her, and she got that jealous."
Looking at Masumi Kamuro, Yuki couldn't help clicking his tongue.
"You've got some nerve. I was willing to play along with you, but why do I get so many of your love letters in my mailbox every single day?"
Kamuro turned her face away, unable to meet his eyes. Feeling guilty, she twirled a lock of hair around her finger.
"So what? A love letter's a love letter, no matter who writes it. You should be thrilled to get one from a gorgeous girl like me."
"You've got some nerve. What was that about last time, when you came to my dorm and took my dirty shirt?"
"Tch!" Her expression turned a little awkward, but Kamuro still looked at him with disdain. "I took it, so what? Why make such a fuss?"
"I felt bad because you got punished by Tomie on my account, so I went to your dorm and took your dirty clothes home to wash them."
Yuki looked doubtful. "Is that really all?"
"Quit talking. It's not like I'm plotting something with your clothes, is it?
"Here, I brought it for you this time." She picked up the shopping bag beside her and handed it to Yuki.
She still looked a little uncomfortable, though, and didn't dare meet his eyes.
"Ah... well, thanks." Yuki could tell she was hiding something, but he didn't call her out.
He wasn't really stupid. Of course he could tell what Kamuro felt for him. He just didn't want to say it.
Some things didn't need to be said aloud. Better to let their relationship stay as it was.
"So, why'd you call me over this time? What do you want?
"I've already sacrificed my time to get you on the right track and help you kick that stealing habit..."
Kamuro ignored Yuki as he rambled on.
Without changing her expression, she quickly moved closer and leaned half her body against him.
"Uh... what are you doing? Please don't give me a chance to commit a crime."
"But your hand's already on my waist."
Realizing that his hands had somehow found their way to someone else's waist, Yuki Gyakukai silently gave them a stern scolding.
He still didn't let go.
Kamuro had the figure of an ordinary young woman. Her waist wasn't unnaturally slender; instead, it felt soft and pleasantly rounded.
She was wearing only a white shirt, so her skin felt quite smooth to the touch. It would probably feel springy and soft if he took a bite.
"Here." Masumi Kamuro, looking a little shy, took a marker from her pocket.
"What for?"
"To write."
"Write what? You didn't even bring a notebook. What am I supposed to write on?"
Yuki didn't understand—until he saw Masumi Kamuro, leaning against him, slowly hike up her skirt and reveal her fair thigh.
Then he understood. He understood everything.
"Write on this?"
Yuki realized he wasn't nearly as depraved as he'd thought. For a moment, he couldn't keep up with Kamuro's train of thought.
Masumi Kamuro, looking a little embarrassed, didn't answer. She grabbed Yuki by the collar and pulled his head between her smooth, rounded thighs.
Her fair legs were incredibly soft. The smooth skin by his face felt like a peeled egg.
Pure white...
"I didn't know you were the innocent type, Kamuro..."
Before he could finish, the legs holding his head tightened. She seemed to be squeezing hard, but it didn't actually hurt him.
Yuki didn't even feel his heart flutter.
"Hurry... hurry up and write... Stop talking, or someone might... come by."
Masumi Kamuro held Yuki between her legs and unconsciously covered her mouth with one hand, trying to stifle her trembling voice.
Her cheeks were bright red, and though she looked down, her gaze kept darting away. It was clear she was excited and flustered.
Footsteps and conversation came from the path not far away. They seemed to be getting closer.
"Getting into Class A in just one month is amazing."
"You'd expect nothing less from her man."
"True. Only someone like Queen Tomie could keep Yuki in line."
"By the way, Tomie, why isn't Yuki with you today?"
"He's been working so hard lately, so I gave him the day off. Just a little reward for him..."
His fiancée's voice carried a note of pleasure and pride.
Yuki Gyakukai had been on edge, but as he listened to the familiar footsteps tapping crisply against the stone path and drawing nearer, his heart gave a jolt. An unfamiliar feeling stirred within him.
Masumi Kamuro was both frightened and excited. She clamped both hands over her mouth, but the blush spread from her cheeks all the way to her ears.
As she listened to Tomie chatting with the others, she looked down at Yuki, whose head was between her thighs as he used the marker to write tally marks on her leg.
A strange flush spread over her entire body.
The intense excitement, the thrill of doing something forbidden, kept setting her nerves alight.
"Queen Tomie, I think there's someone over there."
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