A Touch of Allure Beneath the Podium

The person's current posture is very strange.

Asagi didn't dare lean back, and her overall posture seemed to be lying on him.

She grabbed his ankles with both hands and pressed her chest directly against his legs.

Half a small head was still peeking out from under the podium, constantly watching the classroom door, ready to retreat at any moment.

But they couldn't push each other away; they remained pressed together in silence.

To be fair, Asagi is slender, but the size of her bust, likely due to years of sitting in front of a computer, makes her stand out from characters like Nagisa Akatsuki or Yukina, exuding an undeniable femininity.

Just as Mahiro was about to say something, the classroom door lock clicked.

They could hear someone unlocking the door, which should have been locked from the inside, and making noises as someone was about to come in.

"Could it be Yukina, the transfer student? I didn't expect her to be so keen on spying on your work."

Asagi had already steadied herself, freeing one hand to bite her thumbnail and mutter to herself in a rather resentful tone.

She had already prepared to lock the door, intending to prevent others from disturbing her plan.

"Oh dear, Father, why did you lock the classroom door? It took me ages to open it!"

A familiar figure walked in; Yuuma Sengakuji, with a cute ponytail, peeked in from the classroom door.

Mahiro suddenly felt his pants tighten.

It turned out that Asagi had gripped his trouser legs tightly with both hands again, and her expression had even become tense for some reason.

Mahiro sighed, his calm demeanor betraying his helplessness:

"Yuuma Sengakuji, how many times have I told you to call me by my name at school? What if someone hears you?"

"Hehe, Father, Yuuma Sengakuji knows she was wrong... Besides, there's no one else in the classroom."

Yuuma Sengakuji playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

After years of training, Yuuma Sengakuji is completely different from the tomboy in the original work; she's more like a girl now.

Whether it's clothing, gestures, or physique.

Although I can still be a bit eccentric like a boy sometimes.

But is there really no one else in the classroom?

There was clearly another one squatting under the teacher's desk.

However, there was no way to tell Yuuma Sengakuji about this. Not only would it be impossible to explain if Asagi were exposed, but Asagi herself also didn't want the other party to find out.

Even when she heard Yuuma Sengakuji speak, she deliberately leaned back a little.

Try to hide your entire body under the podium.

She was afraid that Yuuma Sengakuji would suddenly walk towards her, causing her to be exposed.

Mahiro, however, calmly continued to ask:

"Hey Yuuma Sengakuji, weren't you supposed to be playing badminton doubles? What brings you to the classroom all of a sudden?"

This was the second time he had asked this question, but the person he was asking was completely different.

"Yes, Father, please don't worry about it. There's still almost half an hour before the match."

Yuuma Sengakuji also had a bag in her hand, and the contents were definitely related to badminton.

Seeing this, Mahiro's eyes twitched involuntarily a few times. Looking at Yuuma Sengakuji, who was dressed in a neat sailor uniform, he tentatively asked:

"Yuuma Sengakuji, you're not here to change clothes too, are you?"

Upon Mahiro this, Makoto gasped in shock.

Because someone pinched his thigh hard, and it goes without saying who it was.

"Huh? Father, how did you know? And why did you use 'also'?"

As mentioned before, Yuuma Sengakuji sometimes acts like a boy, appearing adorably clueless, but at other times she is surprisingly intelligent, able to instantly catch the subtle clues in someone's words.

She's just like a woman catching her husband cheating, practically Sherlock Holmes!

But what can Mahiro do in a situation like this?

The only option is to play dumb.

"Really? Maybe I misspoke."

"Is that so?"

Yuuma Sengakuji tilted her head in confusion, but after a moment's thought, she chose to believe her.

After all, those were her father's words, so why would she doubt them?

Then he continued:

"Because someone is keeping the key to the girls' changing room, we can't get in right now, so we have to come back to the classroom to exchange it."

That's exactly the same answer as Asagi's.

But her tone was more candid than Asagi's.

While his mind was clear, he almost immediately guessed who had done it.

It's most likely Asagi herself!

Although he didn't know what she was up to, Mahiro couldn't very well expose her.

There's no need for that. Besides, girls are easily embarrassed. If the truth were to be openly revealed, where would they put their pride?

However, Yuuma Sengakuji noticed that the glass doors to the front and back of the classroom were completely covered, and couldn't help but ask:

"Father, I noticed this when I came in. Why was the classroom door glass covered? Had someone been here before?"

"Ah, yes, Asagi came here before, just to change clothes, and then left."

"I see."

Yuuma Sengakuji believed it.

Mahiro also breathed a sigh of relief.

The main point is to use a mix of truth and falsehood to confuse the truth.

But.

Neither of them noticed that what Mahiro had just said was somewhat incoherent.

And no sooner had he finished speaking Yuuma Sengakuji started changing her clothes right in front of him!

As her slender fingertips gently untied the scarf, they also loosened the collar, instantly exposing a large expanse of her snow-white collarbone, causing Mahiro's breath to catch in her throat slightly.

The combination of Yuuma Sengakuji for visual impact and Asagi for tactile sensation is simply irresistible!

"Yuuma Sengakuji, are you really planning to change your clothes like this?"

"Yes, Father, don't worry. The glass is very secure, and I locked the door when I came in, so no one will see us."

Yuuma Sengakuji looked at the doorway, a relieved smile appearing on her face.

Is this the problem?!

Before he could speak, Yuuma Sengakuji had already turned to look at him and said:

"Father, what are you shy about? You used to bathe with Yuuma Sengakuji all the time a few years ago."

"The past is the past, now is the present, okay!"

And most importantly, there's someone else in the audience!

However, it was clear that Yuuma Sengakuji hadn't grasped his hidden meaning at all, and even ignored his words, continuing with what she was doing.

She casually pulled open her shirt, instantly revealing her beautiful, fair skin.

Yes, it's developing well.

Then she pulled the zipper at the back of the skirt, bent down, and the azure skirt instantly fell down like a flowing robe.

Those ivory-like, straight, cold white jade legs and the absolute territory were immediately and perfectly displayed.

She showed no shyness, only a slight blush on her cheeks as she placed her hands on her hips, as if showing off, and said softly, "If it's Father, it's alright."

Hiss--

Mahiro gasped again, then quickly buried his head and whispered:

"Did you have to be so ruthless?"

"Hmph, scum!"

Asagi, standing under the lectern, puffed out her pretty face and turned her head away as if in a huff.

However, when she turned her head and leaned back, she exposed a little too much, and with the air filled with the fragrances of two different young girls, even the battle-hardened Yotsuba Mahiro couldn't quite resist.

He quickly closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, saying:

"What a terrible thing!!!"

If the timing hadn't been so bad, he really would have loved to take advantage of those two girls right there and then!

Seeing that he didn't make any further moves, Asagi turned around and found that he had his eyes tightly closed.

She looked down at herself, then inadvertently noticed her pants were starting to bulge.

The close proximity caused Asagi's face to flush slightly, and she looked away and spat lightly.

It's quite grand, completely different from the descriptions online!

But deep down, I was very happy.

This shows that her charm still attracted Yotsuba Mahiro.

This hellish torment lasted for an unknown amount of time. Then, Yuuma Sengakuji called out, "Father, I'm going now. Remember to come watch Yuuma Sengakuji's match later." After that, the sound of the classroom door opening and closing could be heard.

Mahiro up and found the classroom empty again, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Asagi, with a rosy complexion, emerged from under the podium, breathing in the fresh air.

His chest rose and fell with each breath, and his fair skin, which had turned a rosy pink, was covered with fine beads of sweat.

A strand of hair at her temple was already stuck to her cheek.

"It's so hot!"

Asagi fanned herself with her delicate hands, while looking at him with a hint of disdain.

"Hmph, scum!"

"No, how am I a scumbag? You guys came to the classroom to change clothes on your own, and you voluntarily hid under the podium. Besides, any normal man would have reacted. How can you blame me for that?"

Mahiro felt extremely wronged.

However, Asagi let out another soft hum, took out a towel from her bag, wiped the sweat from her body, and said quietly:

"How about taking a bath with Yuuma Sengakuji?"

Completely unaware of how alluring her actions were,

"..."

Yotsuba Mahiro fell silent.

For a moment, I was speechless, unsure how to respond.

It's perfectly normal for a father to bathe his daughter and for the daughter to scrub her father's back.

Although his actual age, and Yuuma Sengakuji's actual age at the time, were quite suitable.

However, one of them looked like he was eighteen years old, while the other looked completely out of place for his age at the time, which seemed very inappropriate to outsiders.

You can't exactly tell Asagi that Yuuma Sengakuji is actually an artificial human, cloned using Aya Sengakuji's cells and genes, can you?

So it's best to remain silent.

So what if I take the blame? It's not a big deal.

Asagi didn't dwell on the matter too much. As Yuuma Sengakuji friend, she was well aware of Yuuma Sengakuji's feelings for her father, Yotsuba Mahiro.

It was an endless adoration and worship, almost like that of a fanatical believer.

If I really wanted to seduce Yuuma Sengakuji probably wouldn't resist; she would even undress herself and offer herself to the bed in a certain position.