Ayanokoji knocked on the Student Council door, and after waiting a few seconds, he pushed the door open and entered.
"Excuse me…"
Ayanokoji walked into the room. This room was not like the Student Council he remembered, with only a conference table and a desk for the Student Council President.
This room was very large, the size of two classrooms. Upon entering the room, Ayanokoji immediately saw the luxurious "throne" at the far end of the room, elevated on three steps.
The layout of this room didn't resemble a Student Council, but rather a ruler's banquet hall.
A red carpet was laid out from the entrance to the throne, and on either side of the carpet, several tables were arranged, each with different nameplates indicating the owner of that table.
Accounting, Secretary, Beautification Committee Chairman, Disciplinary Committee Chairman…
Standing at the beginning of the red carpet, Ayanokoji felt as if he was about to have an audience with a monarch.
But at this moment, there was no one on the throne. The lights in the room were off, and the dark red curtains were all drawn. Only the faint twilight filtering through the curtains provided a dim light, which was slowly fading.
The fire had dwindled, yet no king's shadow was seen.
The entire room was silent, as if no one was there.
Ayanokoji scanned the room but saw no one. He deliberately raised his voice: "Senior Juraku, are you there?"
No one answered.
But Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, for some reason, still felt a gaze fixed upon him.
Is there really no one?
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's gaze swept across the room again, finally stopping behind the curtains.
"Senpai, you're behind the curtains, aren't you? Please come out, no more hide-and-seek," Ayanokoji Kiyotaka said with certainty.
Although the person was well-hidden, right next to the only light source, it was easy to create the illusion of "darkness under the lamp," making one think there was no one in the room.
But Ayanokoji was very sensitive to gazes and still discovered her.
However, the other party still didn't show herself.
Could it be that she suspected he was trying to trick her?
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka sighed lightly. Since the other party wouldn't reveal herself, he had no choice but to actively uncover the mystery.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka walked towards that area and stopped when he reached the curtains. He could even feel the breathing of the girl behind the curtains, but she still showed no intention of appearing.
Left with no choice, Ayanakoji Kiyotaka simply pulled back the curtain—
Indeed, there was a girl behind the curtain, but it wasn't Sachiko Juraku; it was Sado Mikura.
Behind the curtain was a large, elevated windowsill. Sado Mikura was curled up, lying behind the curtain, her hands bound behind her with a red rope, her mouth sealed with tape, and a chain connected to a collar around her neck was tied to the railing.
Although she was bound, Mikura did not cry for help or struggle. She lay on her side, silently watching Ayanokoji in front of her, her expression calm.
Even upon seeing Ayanokoji, her expression showed no fluctuation.
The lingering sunlight gently fell upon her, making her skin glow like that of a doll. Her long hair was dark and thick, her eyes clear and bright, and her already cute face appeared exceptionally fair and delicate.
"…" Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was speechless.
The scene before him exceeded his imagination, giving Ayanokoji Kiyotaka a surreal feeling, even making him doubt if what he saw was an illusion.
What was going on? Mikura was tied to the windowsill of the Student Council, and there was no one else in the room.
Where was her "master," Sachiko Juraku?
Were they playing some special kind of "leaving game"?
Ayanokoji's head was filled with questions, but before asking, he decided to first untie Mikura.
To avoid disturbing their "elegant pleasure" as master and subordinate, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka specifically asked before acting: "Mikura, can I help you untie the ropes? If yes, blink."
Mikura blinked her eyes.
Good, it seemed she didn't mind him helping her untie them.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka breathed a sigh of relief, climbed onto the windowsill, and squatted beside her to untie the red rope on her hands.
This red string had been tied for so long that there was a ring mark on her wrist.
Then, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka removed the chain from the collar around her neck, and finally, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka helped her up, carefully tearing off the tape from her face.
Although Ayanokoji was very careful, the pain of the tape being torn still made Mikura's brows furrow slightly, and a hint of pain flashed in her eyes.
When the tape was torn off, the area around her mouth was red.
But fortunately, this was just capillary expansion, similar to blushing, and it would get better after a while.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka breathed a sigh of relief when he saw she was fine, then grabbed her cheek and squeezed it testily: "What's wrong with you? Why were you tied up? Was Senior Juraku responsible?"
"Hmm."
Mikura nodded. Although her face was being pinched, her expression remained as calm as ever: "Lord Juraku tied me up, saying she wanted me to wait here for you to untie me."
"... Wait for me?" Ayanokoji was surprised.
Could it be that when Sachiko Juraku went to have Miharu Taki Sakura call him, Mikura was tied up, and then she left, waiting for him to come and untie Mikura?
If Miharu Taki Sakura hadn't found him, or had found him but he hadn't come, or even if he had come to the Student Council but left when he saw no one in the room.
Would Mikura have to stay tied up here all night?
"How long have you been tied up? Also, where is Senior Juraku? Did she just leave you here?"
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was a little angry. Even if Mikura considered herself Sachiko Juraku's "pet," leaving a pet tied up here and uncared for could be considered "pet" abuse, couldn't it?
"I've been tied up for about an hour. Lord Juraku tied me here after the Student Council meeting ended," Mikura replied calmly.
"If I hadn't come, would you have been tied up here all night?"
Ayanokoji suppressed his anger and continued to ask: "Did Senior Juraku ask me to come just to show me this? No matter what, you are her subordinate. Is this how she treats you? Don't you struggle at all, letting her do this to you?"
Mikura, who was only half a meter away from Ayanokoji, could naturally feel Ayanokoji's suppressed anger. She was stunned for a moment.
... Is Ayanokoji angry for her?
Mikura subconsciously reached out and also pinched Ayanokoji's face, pulling out an ugly smile on his face.
Mikura showed a happy smile and whispered: "Don't be angry, I'm fine… Lord Juraku didn't abandon me either."
She's gone, no idea where she ran off to, and you call that not abandoned!
Mikura's hands have been tied for so long that she's losing her mind!?
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka looked displeased and was about to correct her mistaken understanding, but at this moment, Mikura's gaze passed over Ayanokoji and looked towards the "throne" not far away.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was stunned for a moment and also turned his head.
At some point, Sachiko Juraku appeared in the room. Her tall figure was leaning against the throne, laughing so hard that she was shaking.
"Ayanokoji, it seems you care a lot about my pet..."
Sachiko Juraku seemed to have discovered something interesting, a playful smile on her face: "Did you misunderstand something? Mikura is my important pet, how could I easily abandon her and leave?"
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