Kaoru didn't force her to make an immediate decision.
No one could accept something like that right away—in fact, he should be grateful she didn't slap him.
The two quickly packed up and left the gymnasium with their respective groups.
....
Before they knew it, several more days passed.
Horikita Suzune still kept her promise and visited Kaoru's room.
Out of consideration for her feelings, Kaoru didn't push things too far—he only asked her to wear a gym uniform.
The athletic shorts hugged her perky backside perfectly, leaving her flushed with embarrassment.
Kaoru held her thighs and gave them a thorough slurp, then took advantage of her shyness to lick her armpits.
They were clean and smooth, with no rough texture at all.
Given Suzune's personality, she wouldn't bother with deliberate grooming—was she just naturally hairless?
When Kaoru voiced his question, she didn't hold back, granting his secret wish of being beaten up by a cold, beautiful girl.
After the beating, Suzune awkwardly asked a question of her own.
"Are you the anchor for the relay race?"
Kaoru, who had been lying on the floor, suddenly opened his eyes—right in time to see a pair of plump thighs standing beside him, along with the girl's round, perky ass.
"Is it about me? Or the student council president?"
Seeing his teasing smirk, Suzune pressed her lips together, visibly displeased.
"Can't I want to know about both?"
"I don't know the president's event lineup, but I could convince him to take the anchor position." Kaoru chuckled.
"As for me? I don't plan on being the anchor."
Before Suzune could feel relieved, she frowned. "Why not?"
"Usually, the anchor is the one with the best stamina, right?" Kaoru sighed dramatically.
"Sadly, I'm just a useless guy."
Suzune almost scoffed, but then she remembered his recent training—he really wasn't particularly outstanding.
In some events, she felt she could even catch up to him.
Suddenly, a strange feeling welled up inside her.
Her heart began to pound.
"Oh? Is that so?" Suzune suppressed her emotions, but her tone dripped with mockery.
"I thought I'd get to defeat you fair and square in the competition. Or are you just scared of losing?"
"Indeed, the thought of embarrassing myself keeps me up every night," Kaoru clung to the girl's leg again.
"Right now, all I can think about is the scent of mama Suzune."
Unsurprisingly, Horikita Suzune beat him up once more.
In the midst of the scuffle, she suddenly realized they had somehow ended up rolling around together.
"You bastard! I don't care about you. There's no way I'm losing this time!"
Flushing red, Horikita Suzune straightened her clothes.
She seemed to be growing increasingly casual around Kaoru, often finding herself tangled up with him unintentionally.
After she left, Kaoru silently counted his rewards.
Today, he had managed to extort three wishes from Horikita Suzune.
Combined with the previous four, he was close to reaching another ten-wish milestone.
.....
With only a week left until the Sports Festival, when Kaoru arrived in class the next day, Katsuragi was finalizing the event participation order.
Since the two classes were cooperating, some advantages had to be conceded.
Katsuragi planned to sacrifice certain students to secure as many points as possible—himself included.
In terms of overall ability, Class A was undeniably superior.
Meanwhile, Class D had to yield many points to ensure their students wouldn't end up in last place.
There was no helping it—Class D feared written exams.
However, as Katsuragi announced the participation order, some students couldn't help but glance at Sakayanagi Arisu.
Yet, the latter showed no intention of speaking up.
Instead, it was Kamuro Masumi who voiced dissatisfaction, frowning as she asked.
"Why am I assigned as the anchor for the relay race?"
"Because your physical stamina is excellent, Kamuro. With Kito, Hashimoto, and Mitoma running ahead, I believe you're the most suitable for the final leg," Katsuragi replied calmly, as if his decision had been thoroughly considered.
Truthfully, even he wasn't entirely sure why.
While Kamuro's stamina was good, she wasn't the fastest runner in Class A.
"Tch, fine, whatever," Kamuro grumbled, though she had no strong objections to being the anchor.
"Everyone has been performing well so far. Even those who weren't initially skilled in sports have gradually caught up. I believe this progress deserves praise, regardless of the Sports Festival."
Anticipating the upcoming outcome, Katsuragi felt compelled to prepare Class A mentally, offering comfort in advance.
"Kehehehe! There's nothing difficult about this. I might even come in first!" Totsuka Yahiko was the first to rally behind their leader.
"Exactly! We're Class A—the top of this school. There's no way we'll lose!"
"The school's reward for first place is way too stingy—just 50 points. We probably won't break 2,000 Class Points until the next exam!"
"Ehehe, the other classes are so envious of us. It's almost embarrassing!"
Instantly, the classroom buzzed with lively chatter, most students wearing confident smiles.
From the start of the term until now, apart from a minor setback in the VIP Exam, they had never lost.
Right now, they couldn't even fathom the possibility of defeat.
Katsuragi felt a faint unease.
He could only hope Kaoru would be the one to wake them up.
Otherwise, Sakayanagi—or someone else—might seize this opportunity, and Class A could suffer even greater losses.
Kaoru didn't have any particular thoughts about it—children who've never been disciplined won't learn obedience, and victory or defeat is common in any contest.
His role was to discipline the children, while Katsuragi's job was to comfort them.
As the homeroom session ended, regular classes began.
During Mashima Tomonari's English lesson, Kaoru raised his hand, claiming he had a stomachache, and was promptly granted permission to leave.
He deliberately left his phone behind to avoid anyone tracking his location.
Feigning a trip to the restroom, he abruptly changed course and headed downstairs.
Soon, Kaoru arrived at the track field.
The morning sunlight was far from harsh, casting a golden-red glow across the entire grounds.
Figures moved about, occasional shouts ringing through the air.
Among them, Kiryuin Fuka stood out as the most energetic.
Kaoru lingered in the shadows of a corner, silently observing the second-year Class B's practice session.
With the sports festival approaching and this being a physical education class, they held nothing back, displaying their true capabilities without restraint.
Not far away, Kiriyama Ikuyo had already noticed his presence—after all, he had specifically requested to come here.
Yet, Kiriyama didn't greet him.
At this critical moment, they couldn't afford to alert Nagumo Miyabi's suspicions.
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