"I was just about to discuss that with you," Kagura said, glancing upward as he recalled, "Are you free during Golden Week?"
"Golden Week… That might be a bit tricky."
"Hm?"
"My family's planning to take me to Hokkaido… But if it's truly important, I can skip it~"
"Forcing you to miss a family trip isn't ideal. When are you going to Hokkaido?"
"We leave on the first day and return around the fourth."
"Definitely back by the fifth?"
Kato Megumi pondered for a few seconds, then nodded firmly.
"Alright, Golden Week, fifth day, afternoon. Come to my place, and I'll introduce the whole crew. I'll send you the exact time around the fourth."
Kagura made a mental note to message Eriri to adjust the schedule and confirm with Shiwa-senpai for the fifth.
Entering the classroom, Hikitani caught his eye, questioning silently. Kagura flashed an OK gesture, saying, "Internship at my place—sorted."
"O~K!"
Hikitani grinned, fist clenched.
As Kagura prepared to set down his bag and lunchbox, the system chimed.
"Greetings, Lord Kagura. A bounty has been issued. Choose one of the following to complete or skip:
A: Place your bag inside the desk.
B: Place your bag on the desk.
C: Toss your bag to Kato Megumi."
"What's with option C? I'll go with A."
He slid his bag into the desk, and the system responded, "Thank you for completing the bounty. You've gained the ability: [Scorching Semen] and one dose of 5% Female Sensitivity Enhancement Potion."
"Scorching… Semen??"
Kagura's curiosity piqued at the audacious ability.
"You may toggle it on or off. When active, your semen's ejaculation temperature will reach 45°C, with slower cooling. The system will protect women from harm, though they'll feel the heat, which is normal."
"Sounds intriguing. If it's harmless, keep it on."
"You have successfully activated it."
"Service concluded."
His consciousness snapped back to reality.
As he sat, Kawasaki stormed in through the back door. He didn't notice until she smacked the back of his head with a huff, striding to her seat.
Kagura nearly leapt up to toss the offender out, but seeing it was Kawasaki, he settled back, puzzled by her fury. She sulked, chin propped, staring out the window, making him hesitate to confront her directly.
Pulling out his phone to message her, he noticed—she'd sent several messages at midnight, unnoticed since he hadn't checked his phone.
"Hey…" Hikitani poked his shoulder, whispering, "What'd you do to tick her off?"
"How should I know…" Kagura muttered, exasperated.
Kawasaki's messages included a flushed selfie on the toilet and several texts:
[You jerk, how much did you shoot inside?]
[One fart, and my panties are soaked with your semen!]
[Just wait, tomorrow I'm smacking your head to vent!]
[I was draining it till late night before I could sleep!]
At 2 AM, and more at 6 AM: [Woke up, washing panties and sheets—all your mess!]
[No smell, though, or I couldn't show my face at school.]
[Can't you shoot less… My guts were gurgling this morning.]
[See you at school. Not mad, just getting even, hmph!]
Reading this, Kagura's irritation vanished, replaced by an urge to laugh uproariously.
Alright, he'd been a bit cruel. Her bloated belly, hidden under loose clothes, had raised her parents' eyebrows. She'd claimed she "ate too much," earning her mother's teasing. A "Cleanse" up her rear could've fixed it, but he'd mischievously wanted her filled with his semen all night. A head-smack was fair retribution.
Worth it.
He opened a shopping app, ordering several medium-sized anal plugs. If it leaked, plug it and let her intestines absorb it!
When Miura Yumiko entered, she avoided his gaze, primly taking her seat. Hayama Hayato greeted her warmly, "Yo, Yumiko, morning!"
"Morning, Hayato~"
"Hit the parfait shop by the station yesterday? I've been there—great stuff."
"Right?!" Miura nodded toward Hina by the window, "Went with Hina."
"Could tell from the photo—Hina's hand gave it away."
"Hahaha, Hina's hand betrayed her!"
Kagura deduced Miura only sent Hayama the parfait photo, not her leg shot or sulky selfie.
He wasn't sure what Hayama and Miura were up to, but at this rate, Miura was molding to his shape.
Classmates buzzed about Kawasaki's head-smack, but both ignored the chatter.
After school, Kagura slung his bag over his shoulder and headed to the old school building's fifth floor.
Entering the Service Club, Yukino sat reading as usual, but today she sipped tea from a plump, bone-white porcelain cup, paired with a matching saucer. A kettle rested on the small desk by the window—where he and Miura had "battled" yesterday—plugged into a nearby outlet she'd tested. A glass teapot with a mesh filter held half a pot of pale green tea, its hue framing the window view poetically.
"Well done," Yukino said softly, cradling her cup.
"You too." Dropping his bag, he pointed to the seat opposite, "This okay?"
"Please, sit."
She placed her cup and saucer beside a pristine paperback, near the center of the rickety tea table.
"You sure know how to indulge, Yukino."
He surveyed the room, eyes settling on her cup.
"They say a lived-in space puts guests at ease."
"Then why don't I feel at ease?"
"Perhaps because I'm sipping tea while you merely watch?"
"Don't smile so seriously while saying something so harsh."
"A jest," she said, pressing her book to her skirt, smoothing it. "I simply lack a cup for you. After you use it, I couldn't reuse or offer it to others. Even washed, it'd feel… off."
"…That's harsher than before!"
"Just facts. Face reality."
"Sigh…" Leaning back, hands on the sofa's edge, he stared at the ceiling, muttering, "You make me sound like a walking biohazard. Am I that bad?"
"Well, you're riddled with Sawamura germs."
"I heard 'germs'! Can't you say '-kun' properly?"
(-kun and "germ" (kin) sound vaguely similar in Japanese, though not as close as "little hole" and "mango.")
"Did I? You misheard, Sawamura-germ."
Yukino tilted her head, feigning innocence, eyes upturned.
"Wow… You seamlessly play cute while blatantly lying—and you said it again!"
His eyelids twitched as he muttered.
To Yukino, Kagura was a "germ factory." Touching him made her private areas heat and contract, leaking lewd fluids. Even sharing a room and talking gradually dampened her. Whatever he carried, she avoided contact at all costs.
She caught his muttering but didn't anger. Instead, she seemed faintly pleased, her lips curling. Standing, she set down her barely-read book, approached the window, pulled a sealed disposable paper cup from a desk drawer, placed it before him, and poured tea to eight-tenths full from the teapot.
"Please." She gracefully set the teapot down, smoothed her skirt, and sat. "As a Service Club member, you're entitled to some club perks."
"Thought I was out of luck."
"If you don't drink, you are."
"I'll drink."
He reached for the cup.
"Wait!" Yukino fixed him with a stare, chin raised. "Try again."
"Uh…" Setting it down, he repeated, "I'll drink," lifting it again, but before it touched his lips, she waved, "No, again."
"Just say you don't want me to drink."
He set the cup down, crossing his arms, mildly annoyed.
"I'm not that petty," she said, slightly irked, pressing her skirt and leaning forward sternly. "When receiving a favor, you should at least say 'Thank you' or 'I'll partake.' What's 'I'll drink'? Your etiquette teacher would have a fit."
"…You're really particular."
"Please take others' efforts seriously…"
She rubbed her temple, exasperated.
"Thank you for your gracious hospitality, Miss Yukino. I'll partake."
He lifted the cup, blew gently, and sipped.
"No need for comments."
"…I was about to!"
"Oh? Go on then."
"Tasty, just a bit hot."
"Sigh…" She shook her head softly, "That's why I said no comments."
He opened his mouth to add more, but a knock interrupted.
"Come in," Yukino said, composure restored.
Kagura set down his cup, turning to the door.
Hayama Hayato entered, carrying a non-standard school bag—school rules didn't mandate uniformity, so it was fine.
"Yo, afternoon, you two."
In high spirits, he waved enthusiastically at Kagura.
"Hello," Kagura and Yukino replied in unison.
"Hahaha… That matter you helped with yesterday? Resolved today," Hayama said, closing the door with a smile. "After I told them 'I won't group with any of those three,' they were shocked, but the creepy emails stopped. Huge thanks for your help."
"Is that so…?" Yukino's tone held a trace of displeasure.
Kagura raised an eyebrow at her. She'd vowed not to admit defeat without results yesterday, yet today's swift resolution left her thoroughly bested.
"Glad it's sorted." Kagura gestured to a seat beside him, "Sit."
Having ravished Miura there yesterday, Hayama now seemed especially agreeable.
"Thanks."
Hayama sat, hesitating.
"You don't need to thank me," Yukino said. "Sawamura-kun devised the solution. I did nothing."
"No, no… Without your Service Club, I wouldn't have had a place to vent," Hayama countered.
"If you insist…" Yukino avoided his gaze but met his eyes, asking, "Anything else?"
"Oh!" Hayama turned to Kagura, feigning realization, "Didn't we agree I'd treat you to dinner after? When's good for you, Sawamura-kun?"
"Tch, keeping your word, huh? Really treating me?"
"Of course! Just… nothing too pricey. Pick a reasonable spot, and we're good."
As they discussed the treat, Yukino, a staunch believer in "unpaid aid," fought the urge to roll her eyes. If she were a cat, her tail would be swishing impatiently.
"Hmm, how's Friday?"
"Friday… Maybe Saturday? I've got soccer practice Friday afternoon, might run late. Saturday work?"
"Fine by me."
"Also…" Hayama coughed, sheepish, "Yumiko wants to come. If that's awkward, just us two is cool."
"Miura, huh…" Glancing at the sulky Yukino, Kagura chuckled, "If you're bringing a date, can I bring one? Eating with you two alone feels weird."
"Fair point. Sure."
Hayama nodded, finding it reasonable. Two or three, same deal.
"Yukino, join me? We'll hit up a big spender."
He extended a hand to her.
"That's a cheap move, mooching off others…" She shot him a look, shaking her head, "I see no reason to spend my day off with you. And calling someone a 'big spender'—you're one to talk, Sawamura-kun."
"If you put it that way, I'll cover it," he offered again, hand outstretched, "So, come along? Consider it thanks for your strict training these days."
Hayama fidgeted, feeling like a third wheel, just as Kagura had described.
"Hm…" Yukino tapped her chin, then nodded slightly, "Since you're so earnest, and Miura's coming, I'll reluctantly join. Hayama-kun, can you share Miura's contact?"
"No problem!" Hayama, insistent on treating, pulled out his phone, showing Miura's email and number.
Without Miura, Yukino wouldn't have agreed—too improper for a girl to dine with two guys.
"No choice, it's settled then."
Yukino entered Miura's details, nodding at Hayama.
Kagura and Hayama exchanged a knowing glance, saying in unison, "Let the girls pick the place."
"OK!"
They high-fived.
Kagura had enough sense for that.
Food didn't matter—he'd keep Miss Yukino happy. As for Miura… she was spoiling him, and he reveled in it.
"Deal?" he asked Yukino.
"Will Miura definitely come?" she countered, eyeing Hayama.
"Yumiko's in," Hayama assured.
"Then it's a deal," she confirmed to Kagura.
"Cool. Time-wise, what works for you two? Yumiko and I'll follow."
Kagura and Yukino exchanged looks, but Yukino spoke first, "Weekends, dinner's better. Most restaurants start dinner menus at 4 PM. Not too late—3:40 PM, across from Sobu High? We'll eat and head home early. I'll discuss the place with Miura."
And I'll sit next to Miura…
"No problem," Kagura and Hayama said together.
Hayama soon left, and Kagura finished his tea, saying, "Thanks for the hospitality."
"No need… Club activities end here today."
"See you tomorrow."
"Likewise. I'll clean up. You can go."
She carried the cup and saucer to the desk.
Nodding, Kagura headed for the car, but as he reached the school building, the system pinged, "Greetings, Lord Kagura. A bounty has been issued. Choose one to complete or skip:
A: Head to the car.
B: Check F-class classroom.
C: Check J-class classroom."
"Intriguing… I'll peek at F-class."
His consciousness returned, and he detoured to F-class. Opening the back door, he caught Kawasaki mid-yawn, mouth wide.
Blushing, she stifled it, mortified to be caught so unladylike by her crush.
She grabbed his shoulders, peeked out to ensure no one was around, and yanked him inside by the wrist.
The system chimed, "Thank you for completing the bounty. You've gained the item: [Visit Tattoo Parlor] x1 and one dose of 5% Female Sensitivity Enhancement Potion."
"Oh… Tattoo Parlor, I remember this."
It applied a lewd tattoo to a girl, one-time use, random effect.
"You're correct. Current target: [Kawasaki Saki]."
"Perfect, use it on her."
"Target [Kawasaki Saki], item [Visit Tattoo Parlor] applied. She's gained the lewd tattoo 'Scorpio.' Effect: When you pat her head while thinking 'Climax,' she'll orgasm instantly. Without the thought, it's just a normal pat."
"Got it. Sounds fun. End service."
His awareness returned.
"You saw me yawning like that, didn't you?"
Kawasaki glanced back, pinning him against the wall.
"Uh… what's up?"
"What's up?" Her face burned, releasing him, clutching her skirt, muttering, "Forget it! I don't want you seeing me like that."
"…Why're you still in class?"
"Class duty, why?"
"Oh, nothing…" He patted her head lightly, "You hit me pretty hard this morning."
"Well… that's… your fault. Can't I get a little revenge?"
"Hahaha, fair," he said, checking for onlookers, then kissed her. She couldn't resist, but soon turned away, covering her lips, "We're at school…!"
"Right, right, let's go. Remember, Friday at my place."
"I know…"
She softened, leaning into his shoulder—a feat her height made easy.
"Hm?"
"Your fingers… all good?"
"Don't worry, healed up."
"Good…" Hesitating, she whispered faintly, "I like…"
"I like too."
"Not that—I mean… you…"
"Oh? I like you and that."
"Idiot!"
Blushing furiously, she shoved him, stammering, "Pervert! Whatever!" and bolted out, her teal hair vanishing at the door.
Watching her flee, Kagura shook his head, chuckling, "That was adorably cute."
He didn't trigger her climax—classroom wasn't the place for it. Private moments were better.
Leaving the empty classroom, he closed the door and turned the corner, only to thud into someone, their head smacking his chest.
Whoa, who's this tiny?
Rubbing his chest, he staggered back. The girl at the corner fell backward, legs splayed, hands propping her, eyes shut, groaning, "Ugh…"
He recognized her—Julia Nimudou from B-class, the petite one.
Kids these days are so mature… Black pantyhose, dark gray panties… Tsk, tsk, bold.
"Who… doesn't watch where they're going? Ouch…" Julia grumbled, rubbing her rear, lifting her hips.
Kagura crouched, offering a hand, "Sorry, you okay?"
"Huh? That voice…?"
She reached out instinctively, then opened her eyes, meeting his. Glancing at her skirt, she scrambled to her knees, legs clamped, skirt pressed, blushing as they locked eyes.
Master… Master! Oh no, oh no! He saw me like this! And I snapped at him! Julia, what have you done?!
"Hahaha, my bad…"
He withdrew his hand, slightly embarrassed.
Clearly, she was mortified about flashing her underwear, but it was unavoidable.
He vowed to be cautious at this corner—last time he'd collided with Miura (and judo-thrown her), now Julia.
He'd mistaken her for a grade-schooler, thinking her pantyhose and panties too mature, but at her age, it was perfectly normal.
"You… saw, didn't you?!"
Her voice trembled with agitation.
Please don't hate me…
He extended his hand again.
Dazed, she placed her right hand—nails painted black—in his. Kneeling on one knee, he gently pressed her hand near her gradient hair, whispering by her ear, "A color most befitting Miss Nimudou…"
Normally, this might earn a slap, but Kagura was confident he'd avoid it.
"Oooh…"
Julia floated to cloud nine.
Long after he left, she stood rooted, checking herself, glancing down the hall, clenching her fists, suppressing excitement, "Master didn't hate me!! Yes!!"
At 126 cm, Julia was shorter than many grade-school girls, yet her mature style—black nail polish, pantyhose, dark lingerie, dyed hair—was striking.
At the school entrance, Ms. Tsurumi, the admin director, approached with a stack of documents, waving, "Take care, Sawamura-kun."
"You too, sensei."
He headed for the car.
"Wait a sec," she called, stopping behind him.
Turning, he asked, "Something else? Internship at my place not okay?"
"That's fine. I meant…" She scratched her cheek, sheepish, "Could I borrow a moment, Teacher Sawamura?"
"Uh…?"
Puzzled why the director called him "teacher," but since she'd helped him, he obliged, carrying her documents to the admin office.
There, she fussed over him—tea, water, a comfy sofa—bewildering him further. He hesitated to drink, half-joking fearing this middle-aged, plump teacher might drug him.
She looked older than Kirisu-sensei, her figure far less flattering.
"What's up?" he asked politely, sipping tea.
"Well…" Fidgeting with her fingers, she brushed her bangs, meeting his eyes, "I'd like to ask, Teacher Sawamura, your rates for in-person lessons…?"
"Oh, piano lessons?"
It clicked why she called him "teacher."
"Yes, piano…" she said cautiously.
"I've never taught piano in-person… Up to last year, I had a teacher. Now I just tinker alone. Are you… looking to learn?"
Unsure of her intent, he probed.
"Me? No, no, you overestimate me… I'm too old to start," she waved off, glancing aside, "It's for my eleven-year-old daughter. I'm seeking a piano tutor…"
"Oh, my mistake."
A tutor for her daughter made sense.
Tsurumi looked like a typical mother of a child that age, unlike a certain ageless sprite named Sayuri…
Best not to dwell.
"So… would you consider it? Regarding fees…"
"Fees aside, for tutoring, I'd need to meet your daughter first. I'm not confident teaching yet, and I'd have to discuss it with my family (Mom)."
He set down the cup and stood.
"Oh, yes, of course! My apologies for being forward!" She bowed deeply, "So sorry!"
"No, no, it's fine. You don't need to apologize."
"Could you possibly meet my daughter soon? Even without discussing tutoring or fees—just a meeting?"
"Uh…"
It sounded suspiciously like pitching her daughter for a blind date. She's a grade-schooler! Er, no, elementary student!
"If it's inconvenient, no worries. It was my wishful thinking…"
"I'll check my schedule after May. Give me your contact, and I'll reach out if it works."
He pulled out his phone; she fumbled for hers.
Minutes later, she escorted him out with utmost courtesy.
"Guess the piano wasn't a waste, but my skills need work… Gotta step up."
Musing, he returned to the car.
To Tsurumi, his last words were polite deflection, but Kagura genuinely considered teaching a young girl.
He wasn't immune to the allure of mentorship, but students needed two qualities:
Refined demeanor, ideally elegant.Talent. No talent, no deal.
Manners were secondary—true genius didn't need politeness.
Saturday, 3:30 PM.
With Sayuri picking a watch and Eriri selecting an outfit, Kagura stepped from a black, bulletproof Toyota Century with a "外交" plate, glancing at the cream-and-gold watch face. To Nao, opening the door, he said, "Thanks, Nao-san. Feel free to relax nearby. I won't need you for two and a half hours."
"My pleasure. Call if you need me."
Nao bowed, hands clasped, smiling.
She noted his watch outshone even the car's luxury.
Surprisingly, Yukino and Miura were already waiting. His flashy arrival drew stares, but Yukino seemed unfazed, and Miura was accustomed.
Perhaps it was his imagination, but the laughing passersby by the vending machine and chatting youths against the wall looked like Miura's posse.
Nao, back in the car, winked and gave a thumbs-up.
Waving her off, he approached the two girls, visibly impatient from onlookers' gazes.
"Sorry for being late."
Right on time, he knew they'd arrived early.