I, the mastermind behind the scenes at Soubu High, refuse to be caught in a bloodbath.

Kazusa put her arm around Himekoji's shoulder and hugged him tightly. Their heads intertwined, their bodies pressed together, and Himekoji could clearly feel Kazusa's full breasts pressing against his chest. Their heartbeats mingled, both racing, and Kazusa's breasts were so soft.

"If that's all you have to say, then don't see me again after you wake up."

"Ah... of course I wanted to say something else, but for some reason, I'm surprisingly calm right now. Maybe it's because the realization of a dream is so overwhelming that it feels unreal... Kazusa-nee, I've always been... um—"

"Mmm..." A kiss, delivered without mercy by Kazusa, followed by a bite on Himekoji's lips. She said angrily, "Enough with the nonsense, shut up!"

"...Okay, I'll shut up—mmm..."

Himekoji's face was touched by Kazusa, who began to kiss him passionately. Even after that kiss at the hot spring inn, Kazusa's skills hadn't improved at all, but it was precisely this clumsy yet direct affection that Himekoji cherished.

Unable to express themselves, unable to ask for what they wanted, and even sacrificing what they deserved—scenes flashed through Himekoji's mind. He took the initiative to hug Kazusa's back and gently stroked her.

""...たとえ里れていてもその言叶があるから

The heart is happy and the words are incredible..."

Kazusa's phone suddenly rang. Her ringtone was a perfect recording of a rehearsal with Himekoji and Setsuna, sung by her close friend Setsuna Ogiso.

The sudden phone call startled Kazusa. Her face flushed red as she quickly apologized, stepped aside, and grabbed the phone. When she saw that the caller was "Ogiso Setsuna," a complicated expression appeared on her face. After hesitating for a few seconds, Kazusa finally answered the call.

"It's me. What's up? Why are you contacting me so late? Is something important?"

Actually, it wasn't too late, just past nine o'clock, which is a rather delicate time period.

Kazusa's voice became as calm and decisive as ever, and Himekoji knew she had some doubts—were all girls this good at acting?

Kazusa was on the phone next to Himekoji, and because they were so close, Himekoji could hear what Setsuna was saying very clearly.

"Sorry... because it's New Year's Day, I only sent an email to Kazusa. It's only now that I realized I should at least call Kazusa to wish her a Happy New Year... Happy New Year, Kazusa."

"Happy New Year."

Kazusa replied in a low voice. Himekoji hugged Kazusa's slender body tightly and gently kneaded her firm breasts. However, the consequence of doing so was that Himekoji immediately received an elbow from Kazusa, but even so, he did not give up.

"I'm so bored at home during winter break. Kazusa, how about we go to karaoke together next time? Or maybe the three of us should go together..."

"Okay..."

Kazusa struggled to remain calm and recover, but the feeling in her chest grew increasingly strange. All she wanted to do now was hang up the phone and punch Himekoji hard.

"Huh, Kazusa's voice sounds strange. Is she sick?"

"Slightly...cough cough, a little."

"You must take care of yourself. Honestly, Kazusa is so careless."

Yukina was gently scolding him, while Kazusa was turned over and laid flat on the bed by Himekoji. He lifted the blanket and gently licked Kazusa's chest.

Chapter 292 is embarrassing, [Touma Kazusa] chooses to pause for a moment.

Kazusa was the first woman of similar age to him to treat like this. She was still very young, more than ten or twenty years younger than Reiko and Yoko. Therefore, although she had no experience, her young body still brought each other exciting pleasure. In addition, Kazusa never did anything strange to her body. This time, being touched like this by Himekoji, she was so sensitive that she almost fainted.

"Haruto-kun, you should let Kazusa invite him. As for me, I feel... no, it's nothing."

"Okay... okay."

"Invitation? What an invitation!" Kazusa wanted nothing more than to pull Himekoji off her chest and slap him against the wall. Why did he have to do this now, while she was on the phone with Setsuna? She was filled with shame and indignation, but forced her voice to remain calm as she said, "I have... something to do. Let's talk about it another day... um... in detail."

"Hmm..." Yukina felt something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. After hanging up the phone, she drew back the curtains and looked up at the starry sky. The image of the three of them happily singing karaoke together gradually appeared in her mind. She clasped her hands together, smiled, and whispered, "I wonder what Haruto-kun is doing now... On the first night of the new year, have you thought of me even a little bit?"

As soon as she finished the call, Kazusa threw her phone against the wall. Usually eccentric but capable of being gentle when necessary, she suddenly bit Himekoji's arm hard, almost making Himekoji scream. After biting her, Himekoji asked resentfully, "Why did you bite me...?"

"Hmph...shut...shut up."

Kazusa covered her mouth with her hand, but whenever Himekoji did something to her, strange sounds would always slip out from between her fingers. Kazusa felt that one hand wasn't enough, so she covered her mouth with both hands. Himekoji rolled his eyes at this. Why was she covering her mouth? Of course, if he knew that his mother and the others were listening at the window, he probably wouldn't have thought that way.

But of course he didn't know any of this, so while Kazusa was wondering why she was making such strange noises, Himekoji tickled her, making her laugh uncontrollably. She loosened her grip on her mouth, and Himekoji took the opportunity to pull her hand away, teasingly asking, "Why is Kazusa covering her mouth?"

"It's all because of the filthy things you did to me..."

“This was clearly what Kazusa requested.”

"This is so annoying, do you want to continue or not?"

"I just want to hear Kazusa's cute voice..."

"You guys... that's really unfair of you to say that all of a sudden... that kind of voice made me so embarrassed."

"It's okay, you'll get used to it soon."

"...Why do I feel like you're so skilled at this? Oh well...it was my request anyway."

Kazusa finally let go of her hands and stopped covering her mouth. She helplessly grabbed the sheets and the pillow. Both Himekoji and Kazusa felt that her hands were in the way.

"Hey, where should I grab it?"

"Don't ask me about things like this..."

"Damn it... ugh..."

Kazusa quickly covered her mouth, but then slowly let go of it.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh, let's begin, let's begin!"

The three people outside the door were gesturing to each other, with Yoko making a circle with her left index finger and thumb and then threading her right index finger through it, giving a mischievous smile as she gestured.

Will it proceed smoothly?

"Speaking of safety measures and such..."

Miss Reiko muttered to herself.

"Ah, they don't actually need this, after all—"

"Shh-"

Daphne quickly gestured for Yoko to be quiet, and the three of them stopped talking and listened with mischievous grins.

If every time Himekoji and Yoko united, they would both let out a sound of relief, then this time, his union with Kazusa felt like he was hugging a rock. Kazusa bit Himekoji's shoulder, remaining silent, her body extremely tense and frighteningly hard, yet she didn't utter a single sound—she was remarkably strong in this strange situation.

"Seriously, why did it suddenly go silent? What stage are we at?"

Yoko ran her fingers through her hair in annoyance, and some strange fantasies popped into her head.

Inside the room, Kazusa, who had finally gotten used to the pain, was helped back down by Himekoji. She was panting heavily and asked in a very cold tone, "What's wrong? You should have done more than just this, right? Don't worry about me, just do what you want."

Kazusa's behavior suddenly brought to Himekoji's mind the scene in the last episode of the anime "White Album 2" where Kazusa was at Kitahara Haruki's house. The two kissed and took off their clothes without saying a word. After Setsuna called Kitahara Haruki, Kazusa grabbed the phone and coldly threw it on the ground. Although it's not quite like that now, it still gave Himekoji a strong sense of déjà vu.

"Kazusa-nee, you're really making me..."

"what?"

"I want to be a little more intense with you... but let's not be too intense the first time."

"Whatever...do whatever you like...I'm still in pain right now, I don't understand why anyone would be happy to do this kind of thing."

"I see... But it's okay, I'll help you understand slowly."

"If you have the ability, then come and try, hmph."

Kazusa closed her eyes, trying to forget the pain, and began to cooperate with Himekoji.

Actually, Himekoji didn't intend to proceed so quickly. Even though he had done a lot of preparation beforehand, Kazusa was still not wet enough. Whenever Kazusa felt something, he would push her away. Then he wanted to help her with his mouth, but Kazusa wouldn't let him and even kicked him. It seems that Kazusa is still not accepting this kind of thing. She also asked Himekoji to just go for it, which is why this happened.

"Speaking of which... we didn't take any safety precautions."

"That kind of thing is fine... Just do what you're supposed to do..."

Kazusa touched her lower abdomen with her hand and bit her lower lip slightly as she spoke.

"Ugh... It's starting, it's starting."

The three people outside listened with great interest, while the two inside remained completely unaware, still going about their business.

"Wait...wait a minute, hey...ah..." Just as things were getting exciting, Kazusa suddenly stopped her. Himekoji stopped, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chapter 293 No, [Touma Kazusa] can't be pushed too far.

"Could you...not here...the sheets will get wet...I won't be able to sleep."

"That's true."

Himekoji embraced Kazusa and, still in the act, carried her to the wall. Kazusa struggled, saying how shameful it was, but Himekoji ignored her. He kissed Kazusa's lips and continued doing what he was doing.

Kazusa is shy. If it were her parents, an old married couple, they would only get together a few times a month. Basically, every time they did get together, Miss Reiko would bring someone in to change the sheets and mattress in the middle of the night. Every time this happened, Himeko would think to herself, "My mom looks so young. It's a wonder that dead lolicon can do that."

If he can't bring himself to do it, then he'll be finished too.

Putting aside her wild thoughts, Himekoji used her strong arms to support Kazusa's slender legs, gradually mastering the balance of pressure that Kazusa could tolerate, and began to move rhythmically. Fortunately, Himekoji had sealed Kazusa's mouth, otherwise, the sounds she made would probably have made her too ashamed to lift her head.

Meanwhile, the silence inside was getting rather disheartening for the three outside. Mom, who was used to elementary school students sleeping at their usual hours, was already exhausted. If it weren't for witnessing this moment, she would never have come to sit by the door and listen for so long. And thinking about all the work she would have to do later, she quickly waved goodbye, dragging her long hair as she walked across the carpet towards her room. She also told Reiko that she could go and rest if she was tired. As for what Yoko would do... she couldn't care less.

As Kazusa trembled with tension, Himekoji also released all her pent-up emotions. She bit Himekoji's shoulder deeply once again, her body stiffening for a long time, even her arches clenching tightly before she finally relaxed.

Having finished this ordeal, both mentally and physically exhausted, she could no longer utter a word. She could only weakly pat Himekoji's back with her arm, point towards the bed, rest her chin on his shoulder, and pant with disheveled hair.

"Aren't you going to wash it?"

"tired..."

Kazusa lay down directly, spreading her arms out, completely unconcerned that her chest was exposed to the air. In fact, even so, Himekoji couldn't see her chest, since the room was too dark.

She was panting heavily, her chest heaving, glistening with sweat—all from their intense, close-knit activity. Kazusa casually wiped the sweat from her chest, but her hands were also damp with sweat, so wiping was pointless. She gave up, rolled her eyes, and prepared to sleep.

"Should I help you wash up?"

"...Alright."

But Kazusa immediately regretted saying those words. She wanted to slap herself to death. How could she say such a shameless thing? After thinking about it, she realized that she was usually known for her calmness. How could she have made such a fool of herself tonight? She guessed that the strange feeling she had just experienced had messed up her brain.

What are all those things... they've completely blanked my mind.

Thinking about how Ji Xiaolu had just held her in his arms and pressed her against the wall while doing *that*, she couldn't help but blush. She covered her face with her hands and made a "woo-woo" sound.

"Then shall I carry you there?"

"..."

Kazusa didn't respond, so Himekoji took it as a yes. He got off the bed, went around to Kazusa, put one arm around her back and the other around her knees, and easily picked her up. Kazusa still kept her hands covering her face, but she didn't make any more "woofing" sounds.

Himekoji knew he couldn't possibly get lost in his own room, even in the dark. After moving the piano chair that was blocking his way with his foot, he carried Kazusa to the bathroom door and pushed it open with his foot. Luckily, the door wasn't locked, otherwise he would have had to put Kazusa down first.

The front half was a tidying room still carpeted, where you could put your change of clothes in a basket. However, since both of them were naked, there were no clothes to change into. They just needed to turn on the light to go into the bathroom later, since they were supporting someone and the weight was uneven. If they slipped and fell into the hospital, it would truly be a case of joy turning into sorrow.