Otome Yumeko was like... a little wild cat that had been tamed, dangerous, but very obedient in front of boys.
Slender fingers gently explored the heavy books, the pages exquisitely decorated yet hadn't been turned for who knows how long. Chiba Shimizu raised her head, looking at the heated pair on the couch; her eyes like autumn waters couldn't help but ripple...
The languid young man was pinned down by the delicate miss, the sweet atmosphere like a little hand, making both their clothes slightly wrinkled,
"We've got class, Otome."
Suddenly, a cold voice echoed in the activity room, and in an instant, two worlds that had not interfered with each other collided, and an icy breath spread throughout the room,
Haruka Yuzan sitting on the couch was startled, not expecting Chiba Shimizu to speak out... it's just... He didn't know why the girl chose to stand out now... Read full story at nοvelfire.net
There were still over ten minutes before class, plenty of time. To prevent being late, he could understand why she said it, but it still seemed a bit far-fetched...
"Otome?" Haruka Yuzan whispered,
That cold voice seemed like a tranquilizer. Raising her head, the miss's formerly greedy little face slowly faded of its madness, giving off a... dangerously rational vibe.
The young miss just quietly hugged the boy, showing no intention of getting up,
"We've got over ten minutes; it's so early. Shimizu, do you have something on?"
After saying that, Chiba Shimizu had already closed her book and stood up as if she was simply reminding them of the time. Hearing the question, she said indifferently,
"There are sports festival matters to deal with in class, so I need to head back early."
This explanation made much more sense than the one Haruka Yuzan had just conjured up in his mind. The busy class president was all about serving the people, hmmm... commendable.
If it weren't for knowing that the sports committee member, to prove his manliness, took on all the work himself, Haruka would have been genuinely moved.
Or perhaps, the young miss had no interest in this sports festival at all, so naturally, no one could command her to participate.
"Alright then, go ahead with your tasks, I'll stay with Haruka a bit longer." Otome Yumeko, lying on the boy, playfully winked at the girl, the recently calmed eyes... showing a hint of boasting perhaps???
Chiba Shimizu didn't immediately leave the activity room. The graceful girl, book in hand, stood at the door, looking down at the people on the couch, her cool eyes unrippled,
"Otome, I think you should get going too."
Though she spoke to Otome, Haruka Yuzan had the nagging feeling that the words were meant for him.
Otome Yumeko squinted her eyes and tightened her arms around Haruka's neck, pressing her body closer.
"Yeah, it's getting late, Otome, let's go back too." Haruka Yuzan pulled his hand from under the girl, the warmth still on his fingers as he took out his phone, pretending to glance at the time,
"Ah, the lunch break is too short, otherwise we could stay a bit longer."
The room went quiet for a moment, just Haruka talking. Just as he tried to get up, he realized the young miss had no intentions of leaving,
After a couple more attempts, Otome Yumeko still clung to him, and Haruka Yuzan whispered seriously in the miss's ear, "Otome, be good, listen."
Rule number three for getting along: never force Haruka Yuzan to do something he doesn't want to do.
Seemingly battling with herself internally, Otome Yumeko finally slowly released her arms, but a hint of disappointment crept onto her beautiful face.
And Haruka Yuzan put on a sunny smile again, affectionately stroking the young miss's head, saying with a laugh, "That's a good girl."
Otome Yumeko seemed to quite enjoy the boy's touch, the small grievances fading from her face to be replaced with a charming flush, not an ounce of the dignity and pride befitting the president of the student council in sight!
Was the master teasing the little kitty???
Watching the young miss's excited expression, Chiba Shimizu's eyes also hinted at surprise. This was something she had never anticipated. It seemed Haruka Yuzan held an advantage in this battle that went beyond her wildest guesses,
Or perhaps Otome Yumeko never intended to rebel. Unfamiliar yet... curious, what magic did Haruka Yuzan possess?
Why hadn't she noticed it before? Unbeknownst to her, that name appearing frequently on every page of her notebook had already explained everything...
Though Otome Yumeko had let go of the boy's neck, she still didn't stand up. After enjoying Haruka's caresses, she smiled at Chiba Shimizu and said,
"Shimizu, don't bother going back to the classroom either."
Haruka Yuzan was taken aback, while Chiba Shimizu remained silent.
"Stay here and help me; the student council is really busy."
The little feet wrapped in black tights stepped on the soft couch. Standing up, the red plaid skirt flashed in front of him; looking at the beautiful legs so close, Haruka Yuzan could even feel a mix of hot and cold rushing to his face.
Too bad he didn't know any more daughters from prominent families; otherwise, he might have tried to...