Reverse, Now It's My Turn.

3:00 PM.

Having hastily finished his day's classes, Yuki Gyakukai was granted a rare day off by Tomie, allowing him to enjoy a full day of leisure.

Within the quiet wooded grove on campus, golden sunlight filtered through the overlapping layers of leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Yuki Gyakukai walked slowly among them, patches of light occasionally spilling across his body.

Leisurely—this was a comfort long absent.

No one to restrain him, no one to disturb him.

In the tranquil woods, a few gusts of wind would occasionally weave through the treetops, lifting the hair at his temples.

As May set in, the weather couldn't help but feel a bit stifling; the shirt that had been damp with sweat earlier was now dried by the faint breeze.

For once, he didn't have to go shopping. Yuki Gyakukai held a can of drink in one hand while replying to messages on his phone with the other.

Soon, he navigated with ease to a corner of the campus—a very secluded spot.

Beyond the railing, the water's surface shimmered under the sunlight.

Inside, a wooden bench was shaded by the trees.

And in this remote place, someone was already sitting on the bench, a shopping bag beside them.

Her white skirt fluttered slightly in the breeze, her red jacket casually draped over the bench. The ribbon at the end of her hair had come completely undone, her purple locks spilling freely across the seat.

No one else was around. Their eyes met without any surprise, as if this were routine.

"Masumi, what trick are you pulling today? Last time, you got me into serious trouble."

Masumi Kamuro let out a dismissive tsk.

Then she shifted her seat, making room on the bench, and patted the empty spot beside her.

"Sit here."

"But speaking of which, your fiancée really has a small temper. Just reading a love letter from a girl in front of her, and she gets that jealous."

Seeing Masumi Kamuro like this, Yuki couldn't help but click his tongue:

"You've got some nerve saying that. I don't mind messing around with you, but why is my mailbox flooded with your love letters every day?"

Turning her head away to avoid meeting Yuki's eyes, a guilty Masumi twirled her hair with her fingers:

"What does it matter? A love letter's a love letter. Having a beauty like me write you love letters—you should be grateful."

"You really have nerve. Then what about last time, when you came to my dorm and took my dirty shirt?"

"Tch!" Her expression a bit strained, Masumi still looked over with disdain: "I took it, so what? No need to make a fuss."

"Last time, because of me, you got punished by Tomie. I felt bad, so I went to your dorm and took your dirty clothes back to wash them."

Yuki Gyakukai looked skeptical: "Is that really the case?"

"Annoying, what, do you think I'd do something shady with your clothes?

Here, I brought it for you this time." She picked up the shopping bag from beside the bench and handed it to Yuki.

Still, her expression was a bit off, and she didn't dare look at him.

"Ah... well, thanks then." He could tell Masumi had something on her mind, but he didn't call her out on it.

After all, he wasn't stupid—how could he not see what Masumi felt for him? He just didn't want to talk about it.

Anyway, some things were pointless to spell out; it was better to keep the relationship as it was.

"So, why did you call me out this time? What are you up to now?

I've been sacrificing my own time to steer you onto the right path and break you of that stealing habit..."

Masumi ignored Yuki Gyakukai as he rambled on to himself.

Expressionless, she quickly leaned in, pressing half her body against his.

"Uh... what are you doing? Please don't give me a chance to commit a crime."

"But your hands are already on my waist."

Realizing his hands had unconsciously found their way to her waist, Yusoku Gyakukai silently condemned his own hands in his mind.

But he didn't let go.

Masumi's body was that of an ordinary young girl—her waist wasn't overly slender, but soft and plush, with a nice feel.

Since she was only wearing a white blouse, if he focused, her skin felt smooth; if he took a bite, it would probably be springy and tender.

"Here~" Looking a bit shy, Masumi Kamuro pulled a marker pen from her pocket.

"What for?"

"To write..."

"Write? Write what? You didn't even bring a notebook. How am I supposed to write?"

Yuki Gyakukai didn't understand—until he saw Masumi Kamuro, still leaning on him, slowly lift her skirt, revealing her pale thigh.

Then he got it. He got it all.

"Write it here?"

Yuki Gyakukai felt he still wasn't perverted enough, as he momentarily failed to keep up with Masumi Kamuro's train of thought.

Somewhat shy, Masumi Kamuro didn't reply. Instead, she grabbed Yuki Gyakukai by the collar and clamped his head between her two rounded legs.

Her fair legs were incredibly soft, the smooth sensation near his face like an egg without its shell.

Pure white...

"I didn't expect you to be the innocent type, Kamuro..."

Before he could finish, the legs clamping his head applied pressure. Though it looked forceful, it didn't cause any real harm.

In fact, Yuki Gyakukai couldn't help but feel his heart flutter.

"H-hurry up and write... no more nonsense, be careful... someone might come here soon."

Masumi Kamuro, who had Yuki Gyakukai trapped, instinctively covered her mouth with one hand to stifle her trembling voice.

Her blushing face and her downward gaze, which kept darting away, betrayed her agitated and flustered state.

At that moment, footsteps and voices came from the nearby path, steadily drawing closer.

"To think you moved up to Class A in just a month, that's amazing."

"Look who her man is."

"True, only someone like Queen Tomie could keep Yuki-kun in line."

"Speaking of which, Tomie-san, why isn't Yuki-kun with you today?"

"I figured he's been working too hard lately, so I gave him a day off as a little reward..."

The voice of his fiancée carried a hint of pleasure and pride.

Yuki Gyakukai, already on edge, listened to the crisp sound of footsteps on the stone slabs, growing nearer and more familiar.

His heart trembled, and a strange sensation stirred within him.

Masumi Kamuro, both scared and excited, clamped both hands tightly over her mouth, but the flush on her face spread all the way to her ears.

As she listened to Tomie chatting with the others and watched Yuki Gyakukai, trapped between her legs, using a Marker Pen to write the character for "正" on her thigh, a strange flush spread across her entire body.

An intense excitement, a thrill that defied morality, kept stimulating her nerves.

"Queen Tomie, there's someone over there."