The False Answer

When Ryuuen returned to the dormitory, Kushida Kikyo had already been waiting in the room for a while.

"Why are you only coming back now?" Kushida Kikyo complained the moment she heard the lock click open, looking quite angry, arms crossed over her chest.

But Ryuuen wasn't intimidated by her attitude. He stared straight at Kushida Kikyo's chest—such was a man's nature, and Ryuuen had no intention of hiding it. "Didn't I tell you the door was unlocked and to wait for me in the room?"

"I waited exactly one hour and thirty-six minutes!" Noticing Ryuuen's gaze, Kushida Kikyo lowered her arms, but she couldn't redirect his stare or hide her figure, leaving her looking somewhat helpless.

"Why not precise to the second?" Ryuuen continued teasing, appraising Kushida Kikyo even more brazenly. Today, Kushida Kikyo had put on heavy makeup, her eyeshadow delicate. Though she still wore her school uniform, Ryuuen noticed she had changed into a pair of white stockings, and the button that had popped off her chest earlier had been sewn back on.

"Shut up! Just say what you want—I don't want to spend a single minute with you!" Kushida Kikyo knew the longer she stayed in Ryuuen's room, the more dangerous it got.

But the more anxious Kushida Kikyo was to leave, the less Ryuuen wanted to let her go early.

Ryuuen slowly walked over to Kushida Kikyo and cupped her face. "You're lying. If you didn't want to be around me, why'd you put on makeup and come find me? Trying to seduce me?" As he spoke, he used his thumb to smear Kushida Kikyo's lipstick. The rose-red shade didn't suit her temperament at all—the makeup was elaborate but too calculating. Ryuuen preferred the fresh, light makeup Hiyori wore.

"Get lost!" Kushida Kikyo couldn't stand this man anymore. He had casually ruined her makeup and deliberately humiliated her.

Kushida Kikyo's fist shot toward Ryuuen's stomach, but he caught it. She swung her other hand at his head, but he caught that too. Frustrated, Kushida Kikyo tried to kick him, but Ryuuen hooked her leg and tripped her. Just as her head was about to meet the floor, Ryuuen caught her around the waist in a flash.

Though Kushida Kikyo's personality was quite nasty, her body had no flaws to speak of. Her plump thighs were traced in beautiful curves by the white stockings, and the hand around her waist felt no excess flesh—soft in his arms, with just the right weight. The unique fragrance of a young girl was also soothing to the senses.

Kushida Kikyo instinctively grabbed onto Ryuuen, then struggled in his embrace once she was safe, wrinkling her previously neat school uniform.

"Don't move!" Ryuuen's palm smacked hard against Kushida Kikyo's full, round bottom. Even through the JK skirt, he could still feel that strange sensation—more bouncy than jelly.

More than shame or anger, Kushida Kikyo felt shock first. The girl hadn't expected to be spanked. That slap left her dazed, and the pleasure from her rear made her tremble involuntarily.

Kushida Kikyo went still. She knew what she was about to face. When Ryuuen had told her to come to his room, she had already prepared herself—put on makeup, secretly bought condoms.

From the night she had punched Ryuuen, she knew this day would come, that her body would be taken by him. But even a girl with a personality as nasty as Kushida Kikyo was still just a sixteen-year-old. She too wanted an ordinary romance, to give her body to someone she liked. Unfortunately, the way she had chosen to survive was destined to be incompatible with ordinary love.

When Ryuuen's hand truly touched her bottom, Kushida Kikyo grew afraid. Even as she held back her tears, her reddened eyes still betrayed a few drops.

Ryuuen carried Kushida Kikyo to the bed, then sat on the edge, watching her stubbornly wipe her tears. "Did I hit that hard?"

Kushida Kikyo didn't answer. She covered her eyes with her arm, refusing to look at him. Ryuuen grabbed her white-stockinged calf and pulled off her Ford shoes. Thankfully, there was no strange smell—as expected, pretty girls should be fragrant all over.

Kushida Kikyo didn't struggle, but her legs went stiff, her toes gripping Ryuuen's bedsheet.

"Am I really that scary?" Ryuuen sat by the bed, his fingers stroking Kushida Kikyo's thigh. The white stockings felt smooth, but lacked a certain warmth.

Seeing that Kushida Kikyo still wouldn't speak, Ryuuen lost his playful mood. "I called you here to tell you to pass a message to Horikita Suzune. The exam questions are very similar to previous years'. You can buy past exam papers from upperclassmen."

Hearing that he was talking business, Kushida Kikyo lowered her arm, though her eyes were still red.

"And then?" Kushida Kikyo's voice was a little hoarse.

"No and then. Just tell Horikita Suzune that information."

"Which upperclassman do we buy the papers from?"

"Horikita Suzune can figure out how to find upperclassmen herself. That's not my concern. If she doesn't even have that ability, she might as well drop out."

Hearing that Horikita Suzune might drop out, Kushida Kikyo's mood improved. But replaying Ryuuen's words, she still found it unlikely.

"That simple?"

"That simple."

"For something this trivial, why didn't you just message me!" Kushida Kikyo was furious. At first, she thought Ryuuen wanted to eat her up, but after he talked business, she could tell he had no such intention. He hadn't even gotten on the bed—just sat by the edge, laughing at her!

A sixteen-year-old boy—if Ryuuen had wanted to, Kushida would already be a cream puff by now, not lying on the bed talking to him like this.

"I just wanted to see that expression on your face, that's why I called you over."

Ryuuen's fingers still traced the white stockings. Speaking of white stockings, he thought of Sakayanagi Arisu—that girl also liked wearing white stockings, and suspender ones at that.

Noticing Ryuuen's distraction, Kushida Kikyo secretly reached for his waist and pinched him hard in retaliation.

Ryuuen shrugged, swatting her hand away without making a fuss.

"How much longer are you going to stay on my bed?"

"I should be asking you that—how much longer are you going to feel up my leg! If you like white stockings so much, I'll give them to you!" With that, Kushida Kikyo jumped off the bed, peeled off her stockings, and tossed them onto Ryuuen's bed. She slipped her Ford shoes back on and prepared to leave.

"Don't rush off. I haven't eaten yet. Make me dinner first."

"You!" Kushida Kikyo was hungry herself, but she knew she couldn't refuse Ryuuen's request. It was just one dinner.

Ryuuen couldn't cook, so the kitchen had no ingredients. He directly transferred fifty thousand Points to Kushida Kikyo. "Go buy some ingredients. Keep the leftover Points as your payment."

"Hah, how generous. Not afraid I'll just buy bean sprouts and leave you eating nothing but bean sprouts?"

Kushida Kikyo stormed toward the door, but Ryuuen pointed at the bathroom. "I'd suggest you touch up your makeup before going out. And by the way, I prefer light makeup. Black stockings suit you better—next time, remember to wear black stockings."

Ryuuen didn't bother with Kushida Kikyo's reaction after that. He had already put on his boxing gloves. Skipping a day of practice left him feeling off, and besides, he needed something to distract himself.

As a girl, Kushida Kikyo was incredibly attractive to men. Ryuuen had barely managed to keep himself in check. Though eating her up now wouldn't have been a problem, he had a low tolerance for girls' tears. More importantly, he wasn't that hungry yet.