The final bell rang.
Hundreds of students poured out of the school buildings and, without needing to be told, gathered along both sides of the main path leading to the front gate.
All eyes were fixed on the second-year building's exit.
And under the weight of that collective gaze, two figures finally appeared.
Seiji Fujiwara walked out with the same laid-back, unfazed expression as always.
At his side, Utaha Kasumigaoka followed quietly. But gone was her usual cold, aloof face. In its place was a gentle expression, her steps falling in rhythm with his.
Hiss!
A chorus of sharp intakes of breath rippled down the line.
"It's real…"
"Kasumigaoka-san is actually dating Fujiwara!"
"Damn it, why couldn't I be the protagonist?"
"Goodbye, my youth."
Seeing it with their own eyes crushed whatever hope remained. Countless boys looked as if their souls had been ripped out, their eyes glazed and lifeless.
Utaha herself let out a small, invisible sigh of relief.
Confirmed.
With the truth out in the open, she could finally have some peace.
Though… maybe not quite enough.
Catching sight of the lingering, unwilling stares, Utaha thought, Then I might as well sink the ship completely.
The plan formed instantly.
As they reached the front gate, Seiji was about to keep walking as usual when Utaha suddenly stopped. She caught the edge of his sleeve.
"Hm?"
Seiji turned, slightly surprised, and looked at her.
Then—before his curious eyes—Utaha rose on tiptoe, leaned forward, and pressed her soft lips against the corner of his mouth.
BOOM—!
The world fell silent, as if someone had hit the mute button.
Every face, boy or girl, froze in stunned disbelief.
"She… she kissed him?"
"And Kasumigaoka-senpai was the one who made the move!!"
"Why? What on earth is so great about Seiji Fujiwara?!"
"No way… the Utaha-senpai I admired could never be like this!"
In that instant, anyone who had ever placed Utaha Kasumigaoka on a pedestal felt their ideals crumble into dust.
The kiss itself was short.
As their lips parted, Utaha wobbled slightly, unsteady on her toes.
"So bold today?" Seiji teased, smiling as he slipped an arm around her impossibly slender waist.
The movement was possessive, almost domineering, pulling her teetering body securely into his arms. He could feel her trembling faintly.
Utaha said nothing, her face an unreadable mask. She let him hold her.
Forget an arm around her waist—he'd touched her in far worse ways before. This was nothing to her now.
"Not going to say anything?" Seiji chuckled and, still holding her close, started walking again. "Then let's just head home. You've rested long enough. Time to keep up with your duties."
…
…
Back at the new apartment, Seiji wasted no time. The moment the door closed, he grabbed Utaha and shoved her against the wall.
He hiked up her skirt and ripped off her panties in one swift motion. The fabric tore with a sharp sound.
He positioned himself behind her, lifting one of her legs. "Stand on your toes."
She obeyed, bracing her hands against the wall. Her cheeks burned red as she felt him press against her entrance.
He pushed in without warning, and she gasped, her body tensing.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Not resisting today?" Seiji's voice came from behind her, tinged with amusement as he thrust into her. "Usually you glare at me in disgust and drag your feet no matter what I tell you to do."
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
Utaha didn't look back, speaking in halting breaths between thrusts.
"I just… want to get it… over with… ngh..."
She paused, her tone weary, her slender waist and long legs beginning to quiver.
"And besides... ahh... explaining myself over and over at school is exhausting. Better to end it all at once so everyone gives up."
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
Her eyes were turning hazy and unfocused as he pounded into her from behind.
"That way... I save myself... the trouble..."
Seiji's smile deepened.
She was starting to accept things.
Good.
This thorned rose was gradually being dyed in his colors.
The first step was always the hardest. But once you broke through, everything afterward came easier.
Seiji lowered his gaze, letting it roam over Utaha's disheveled figure.
Torn pieces of clothing littered the floor—ripped by his own hands.
Pinned against the wall, her body had only one point of support: him. She looked like a building standing on a single pillar, yet even in that precarious position, her beauty was breathtaking.
Her sailor uniform hung open, unable to hide the delicate lines of her collarbone and neck. Below, her legs stretched long and straight, glowing like ivory beneath the light.
Her ankles were fine, her toes like tiny pearls.
Seiji's eyes traced every inch of her, making her feel like a specimen pinned to a board, every part of her laid bare under his gaze.
A shiver of revulsion ran up her spine—a raw instinctive reaction. She lowered her eyes, trying to ignore the humiliation of being looked at like this.
He noticed. His lips curved into a mocking smile.
He liked this kind of struggle.
Reaching out, he hooked a finger under her delicate chin, forcing her head up until her eyes met his.
"Look at me."
His command left no room for refusal.
Utaha's wine-red eyes flared with resistance, anger and shame flickering within them.
That momentary fire stirred something dark and thrilling in Seiji.
But almost at once, the flames died down, smothered by her own iron self-control, leaving only a lifeless, icy calm.
Still defiant, yes—but learning to swallow it faster.
Satisfied, Seiji released her and leaned back onto the sofa, tossing her a glance.
Utaha was silent for a few seconds, then picked up a glass of water, took a small sip to moisten her lips, and quietly walked over.
She knelt between his legs without being told.
She pulled his cock free, her throat bobbing as she swallowed nervously. Then she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around him.
Gluk... gluk... gluk...
Her head bobbed up and down. He fisted his hand in her long black hair, guiding her rhythm, pushing her head down.
Gluk! Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!
She gagged, her eyes watering. But she didn't pull away, just kept going.
His breathing grew heavier as he watched her beautiful face struggle around his length. The sight of Utaha Kasumigaoka, the school's ice queen, on her knees servicing him—it never got old.
He held her head in place as he came, flooding her mouth.
She tried to swallow it all, but there was too much. Even as she gulped desperately, some leaked from the corners of her lips.
Who knew how much time had passed.
When he finally released her, Utaha suddenly covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom, eyes wide with shock.
What the hell?
The sheer amount… was unreal. Impossible.
Seiji Fujiwara, you bastard—are you some kind of hentai protagonist?
…
Minutes later.
Utaha stared into the mirror. Her eyes were rimmed red, teary—not from crying, but from choking.
She shook her head, took a breath, and opened the door.
Outside, Seiji leaned casually against the wall, watching her with obvious interest.
His gaze lingered on her fragile, rain-soaked-flower look, and burned even hotter.
That tear-streaked face was heartbreakingly beautiful.
"Get in the bedroom." His command was instant, absolute.
"No…"
Utaha's heart sank. She had nowhere near his stamina.
But Seiji gave her no chance to refuse. He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the bedroom.
Bang.
The door slammed shut.
He threw her onto the bed and climbed over her, his arousal already evident again.
He pushed her legs apart, settling between them. She let out a hoarse whimper as he thrust into her still-sensitive body, her back arching.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
Her tear-streaked face, those red-rimmed eyes—they only fueled his desire. He pounded into her relentlessly, watching her expression shift between pain and unwanted pleasure.
Her body responded despite everything, hips moving to meet his thrusts. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a forceful kiss, swallowing her whimpers.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
His hand found her clit, rubbing in firm circles as he fucked her. Her walls clenched around him.
She came with a broken cry, her body convulsing beneath him. He followed moments later, burying himself deep as he filled her.
When he finally pulled out and rolled off, Utaha lay there trembling, completely spent. She couldn't even move to cover herself, just stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.
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