Practical teaching, all I want is your reward.

At the same time, Suzuki Tetsu could clearly see what a beautiful sight lay beneath her flowing skirt. After all, she was a beautiful young woman, just a year older than him.

Black lace.

A moment of surprise flashed in Suzuki Tetsu's eyes, but then he thought, if she dared to wear pantyhose, it wouldn't be surprising if she paired it with this style; in fact, it made perfect sense.

"Why didn't you dodge?" Kiryuin Kaede found herself actually getting a little excited. "Is your fetish to be abused by girls?"

"Whether the victim is me or my senior, it doesn't really matter. The key is our own feelings. Do we feel happy?" Suzuki Tetsu was restless. His fingers reached towards Kiryuin Kaede's jade-like feet, slowly touching her calves from her ankles. They were straight and slender, enough for a man's hands to slowly play with and savor the feel of her.

His movement sent chills down Kiryuin Kaede's spine; this guy was definitely a super pervert.

However, Kiryuin Fuka did not regret it. It was her decision to step on Suzuki Toru, not Suzuki Toru forcing her to make the decision.

"Wanting to be abused by girls? Suzuki, you're such a pervert. You actually feel happy being stepped on like that?" Kiryuin Kaede moved her delicate feet, her tone indifferent. "How about trying to say, 'Thank you so much for stepping on me?' That might excite you even more, right?"

As she spoke, she raised her leg and stomped hard on Suzuki Toru's forehead. With the force of her stomp, Suzuki Toru saw the girl's skirt again.

The girl's hips were extremely full, while her waist was slender and delicate. Her long legs were encased in light stockings, through which one could vaguely see the color of her fair and tender skin. Above that, the pantyhose clung tightly to the girl's skin, outlining a breathtaking mark that made it impossible to look away.

Yes, at the feet of the beautiful girl, you can not only hear her insulting words, but also see the hem of her skirt.

Therefore, Toru Suzuki never thought that being stepped on by a beautiful girl was a shameful thing.

Rather, the person who should feel ashamed is the other party.

Kiryuin Kaede was unaware that she had exposed herself. She felt a little overwhelmed, and doing such a thing in public was actually quite exciting for her.

"What are you doing!"

Just then, an extremely angry voice came from the side, and it sounded very familiar.

Suzuki Toru suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his posture. His hand was gripping Kiryuin Fuuka's calf, while Kiryuin Fuuka's delicate foot was still on his face, as if she was trying her best to resist Kiryuin Fuuka's bullying.

"Who are you?" Kiryuin Kaede asked, somewhat displeased, wanting to continue stomping on him.

However, the other person quickly walked to Suzuki Toru's side, pulled him up, and hugged his arm, immediately feeling a soft touch.

"Bullying classmates will result in expulsion, as the teacher has said!"

"Oh, so it's about standing up for what's right?" Kiryuin Kaede chuckled. "Do you have any proof that I was bullying Suzuki?"

"Are you trying to deny it?"

Suzuki Toru turned his head and saw Amakura Asako looking indignant. He was surprised to see her here.

Immediately afterwards, he subconsciously looked left and right, but did not see Ichinose Honami or the others. Instead, Amakura Asako was tightly hugging his arm.

"Suzuki-kun, don't be afraid. You have to be brave enough to fight back against this kind of person!" Asako Amakura thought he was afraid of something, so she cheered him on while glaring fiercely at Kiryuin Kaede.

In terms of appearance, Kiryuin Fuka's temperament is completely unlike that of an ordinary girl; on the contrary, she is particularly strong and unconventional.

Adding to what she had just seen, Amakura Asako had already mentally labeled her as a "delinquent student," a "thug," and so on.

"You two know each other?" Kiryuin Fuka suddenly gave her a very ambiguous look. "You rushed over here in such a hurry, are you very concerned about Suzuki?"

Netkura Mako's face flushed slightly. She hadn't actually been thinking about anything. When she saw Suzuki Tetsu kneeling on the ground and Kiryuin Fuka stomping on him, her brain went blank and she was completely stunned.

By the time she came to her senses, she had already run over angrily.

"What's it to you?" Netkura Mako didn't back down. "What's your name? Which class are you in?"

In many situations, naming someone can create immense pressure, such as when a teacher discovers a student skipping class during patrol, or when someone online keeps pressuring you to meet them offline.

Even if they haven't done anything wrong, most people will subconsciously feel nervous, as if something terrible will happen just because they say their name.

"Kiryuin from Class 2-B." Kiryuin Kaede remained unmoved, instead smiling slightly.

"A senior student?" Asako Amakura was clearly stunned for a moment, then her face turned cold. "Even if you're a senior, you can't bully a junior. Seniors should act like seniors and set an example!"

Japan is a society that places great importance on hierarchical relationships. For example, in a certain Takarazuka Revue, juniors are expected to greet their seniors loudly and even bow in the direction the seniors have left.

Therefore, Akane Tachibana kept muttering about seniors and juniors, and would always criticize Toru Suzuki for being rude. In reality, it was because Toru Suzuki didn't respect her and rarely used honorifics.

However, she seemed more like she was looking for trouble afterward.

The fact that Asako Amakura could rebuke Kiryuin Fuka like that shows just how angry she was.

"Oh dear, so I never thought I'd be criticized by a junior like this." Despite saying this, Kiryuin Fuuka didn't seem angry at all; on the contrary, she was quite happy.

"Although I don't know what conflict you have with Suzuki-kun, please apologize to him." Asako Amakura felt that she was being underestimated, and her tone became somewhat sharp.

"As a senior, I'd like to offer some advice to my lovely junior: before you understand the reasons behind things, it's best not to rush to take sides, or you might regret it later," Kiryuin Fuka said with a smile.

"No matter what, Senpai's behavior just now was too much!" Asako Amakura frowned. Of course she knew this, but Kiryuin Kaede had already stepped on Suzuki Tetsu's face, so what else was there to say?

Suzuki Tetsu glanced away guiltily. Fortunately, he no longer had a strong sense of shame, otherwise every word from Amakura Asako would have been a knife, cutting open his heart.

"Suzuki, you're a very interesting person, even though you have some weird fetishes. But you're right, I really am in a better mood." Kiryuin Fuka grinned mischievously. "Consider this a reward for you today. I'll let bygones be bygones for you peeping at me."

Suzuki Toru was sweating profusely. She knew she had exposed herself; it's impossible for a girl not to know what actions she might take that would result in such an incident.

"Peeping?" Net Warehouse Mako was a little confused, and she sensed something was wrong.

However, Kiryuin Kaede put on her shoes, picked up her shopping bag, stood up from the bench, and smiled at Amakura Asako.

"It seems you know nothing about his true nature. You two are probably just ordinary classmates, right? If you're classmates, why are you so concerned?"

As Ayakura Mako watched her walk away, her thoughts in disarray. Then she realized she was still holding onto Suzuki Toru's arm and immediately let go.

Chapter 334 Pervert is Pervert

"She went too far with her words. So what if they're just ordinary classmates? If someone is being bullied, are we just supposed to sit idly by?"

Netgura Mako stood to the side, her fingers unconsciously running through her hair, tucking it behind her ears. Her ponytail was tied high, completely exposing her fair neck.

She was dressed in a school uniform, with a jacket on to keep up with the cooler weather. She was impeccably dressed, her light yellow shirt tied with a bow, and a hint of her delicate collarbone peeking out from the diagonal plaid collar. Her slightly full breasts were alluringly perky, and her slender calves were encased in black mid-calf stockings, revealing the fair skin near her knees. The stockings formed an absolute territory between her thighs and the hem of her skirt, as if every inch of her skin exuded the youthful energy of her age, making one's heart flutter.

At that moment, Suzuki Toru saw that she was coming from the direction of the Beechwood Shopping Center. There was some fine sweat on her forehead, and if you sniffed carefully, you could smell a faint fragrance on her.

Some people think that the fragrance on a girl's body is mostly from cosmetics and perfumes, but some girls are exceptions, or rather, some girls have a unique constitution that makes people think of the idiom "sweating profusely".

"Did you just come back from the gym?" Suzuki Tetsu asked somewhat awkwardly. It would have been fine if anyone else had seen this, but it happened to be Amakura Asako.

Netkura Mako nodded, her expression becoming somewhat unnatural as she recalled their past. She said, "I find working out very enjoyable. Not only can it improve my physical fitness, but after sweating it out, all I want to do is rest as soon as possible. I can fall asleep immediately upon lying down in bed and sleep soundly until dawn."

"You came in first place in the 100-meter race and the three-legged race, right?" Suzuki Tetsu recalled the scene. "You were pretty amazing. Even the girls in our Class A couldn't catch up with you."

Netkura Mako was stunned for a moment. He was actually watching her match! It was so surprising. She suddenly felt nervous, and her voice involuntarily rose a notch: "It's because everyone is cheering me on. If I can't do it... I feel really embarrassed, so I..."

As she spoke, her voice trailed off, wondering if she was being too sensitive.

“That’s impressive too,” Suzuki Tetsu repeated, then smiled. “Want to come back together?”

Netkura Mako immediately wanted to nod, but considering the awkward relationship between the two, she deliberately hesitated for a moment, and then finally showed a bit of girlish reserve and nodded slightly.

The trees along the road rustled, the girl's skirt fluttered gently, and her fair legs were delicate and tender, seemingly radiating a soft glow.

Occasionally, a few students would be seen glancing in this direction, but even though they only glanced at her, Netkura Mako still felt a bit shy.

She suddenly realized that being by Suzuki Toru's side was a particularly bad thing, as it would cause unnecessary misunderstandings among others. Just thinking about this made her start to panic.

Netkura Asako secretly glanced at Suzuki Toru. The boy's profile shone brightly in the twilight, and his clear eyes were like a deep blue sea, sometimes dim and sometimes bright, making people unable to help but be captivated by them, yet also rescued.

Long ago, a senior colleague also offered her help, but afterwards the colleague forgot about her and obviously didn't take her seriously.

Initially, Asako Amakura had a similar impression of Toru Suzuki, but the latter's behavior was completely different.

If you stay away.

"It was a misunderstanding just now." Suzuki Tetsu brought up what had just happened, even if he hadn't, Amakura Asako would have brought it up soon.

"Misunderstanding?" Netkura Mako frowned. She had just witnessed the scene with her own eyes. What kind of misunderstanding could have made Kiryuin Fuuka step on Suzuki Toru's face?

Could it be that Suzuki Toru has some kind of leverage that Kiryuin Fuka has over him?

Although the two are currently just friends, Asako Amakura couldn't help but feel worried. She took a deep breath and solemnly told Toru Suzuki.

“I will be your witness, and we will report this to the school together. I hate seniors like her the most!”

Suzuki Toru stopped in her tracks. She seemed serious. What should she do now?

"Sorry, I'm a pervert. I like to lick girls' feet."

I always feel that if I just admit it outright, I'll be treated inhumanely.

"I am sick, and only a girl's delicate feet can cure my illness."

I doubt anyone would accept such a flimsy excuse.

Suzuki Tetsu thought for a moment and explained briefly, "I gave Kiryuin-senpai 70 personal points, and in return, she deliberately stepped on my feet a few times just now."

"Huh?" Net Warehouse Mako suddenly realized that she couldn't understand what he was saying. She knew every word, so why did it sound so unfamiliar?

"Because she thinks I want to pursue her, and instead of agreeing to date me, she'd rather give me a little something sweet," Suzuki Tetsu analyzed. "Of course, she doesn't believe I would really let her step on me. In fact, I don't have any aversion to this kind of thing, or I could reward her instead."

Netkura Mako felt her brain buzzing. She thought he was crazy, that he was too abnormal. Then she wondered if he was being persecuted for telling such a lie.

A jumble of thoughts swirled in her mind, leaving her standing there, speechless and confused.

"Do you think I'm a pervert?" Suzuki Tetsu saw through her thoughts and took the initiative to speak.

NetWarehouse Mako asked, bewildered, "Aren't you kidding me?"

"Because I don't want to lie to you. Sometimes, people are blinded by superficial glamour. Whether it's me or you, it's best to be honest."

Suzuki Tetsu appeared quite frank. If one ignored what he had said earlier, Amakura Asako might have wholeheartedly agreed. However, the latter's thoughts were now in complete disarray.

"...So, that was your own request just now?" Amakura Mako tried to understand his words.

In an instant, Suzuki Tetsu captured the girl's inner feelings through "emotional perception": confusion, shock, anger, and fear.

"I'm sorry I didn't explain the situation to you immediately," Suzuki Toru said calmly.

Netkura Mako couldn't understand it anymore. Even if it was true, you should at least tell her a lie to deceive her, right?

How should I expect her to react if I suddenly say something like that?

It felt like something had shattered; her idealized image of Toru Suzuki had crumbled into a million pieces.

"Why?" Netkura Mako's face was tense. Actually, she didn't want to ask that. What if Suzuki Tetsu was joking? Wouldn't she seem too serious and earnest?