Tokyo Soft Rice King.

Was she trying to confirm how popular she was in class? Was this penniless guy making a fool of himself in front of the vending machine secretly in love with her?

Should I pretend to be a hopeless admirer, completely smitten with her, and then take the opportunity to get her to buy me a drink...?

Overwhelmed by the heat, Akira Kuroba was already contemplating whether or not to sell his dignity for a bottle of cold drink.

Back to the present, Kuroba Akira pondered for a moment, but ultimately gave up the idea of ​​pretending to be a sycophant and chose a different compromise.

Kuroba Akira didn't know the girl's name, but he did remember her 'status' in the class.

"You're the class monitor, right?"

"call……"

The girl seemed relieved, patted her prominently curved chest, and let out a breath.

"What? Isn't that right?"

Kuroba Akira thought he had made a mistake, but the girl shook her head and smiled gently.

"No, I just feel great. It seems that at least Kuroba-kun has remembered my appearance."

The girl didn't point out that Kuroba Akira didn't know her name; instead, she gave him a cute smile that said, "It's an honor to be remembered by you."

Oh my god! She must like me!

It would be a miracle if it were like this... Kuroba Akira thought the girl was pretending to be innocent and decided to tease her.

"Because you really don't seem like a class monitor, I remembered you for that."

"Hmm? What kind of person does Kuroba-kun think a class representative should be?"

"The class monitor should be a country girl with black hair, round glasses, and braids, with big breasts, whose catchphrase is 'I don't know everything, I only know what I know,' and she should show me her underwear, right?"

Such a joking remark would probably scare most people away, but this girl clearly has a much stronger mentality than the average person.

They can respond to such sexually harassing remarks without even flinching.

"What a vivid and lifelike image! Is this the image of your class president, Kuroba-kun?"

Seeing that she remained unmoved, Kuroba Akira lost interest and simply shrugged.

"Just kidding, I was just talking about characters in a novel."

"Hmm... I don't think I've ever read a novel with this kind of character. It seems my reading volume is rather poor compared to Kuroba-kun. Kuroba-kun is truly knowledgeable."

"Of course you haven't seen it, after all, it's a work that doesn't exist in this world..." Kuroba Akira thought to himself.

Seriously, you're still going to go to such lengths to praise her at this point? Where did you come from, expert at pleasing others? Your emotional appeal is off the charts! Are you trying to get number one on the 'I want to date her' list? Hmm?

"It seems like I only fit one of these criteria."

The girl nodded and said this.

She actually made comparisons.

However, the girl did not have black hair, nor did she wear glasses, and her hair was not braided.

Wearing a refreshing summer uniform, her flaxen hair hadn't yet reached her shoulders, with the ends gathered in front of her shoulders and draped in a simple C-shape. Her bangs were also styled just right, giving her a simple and cute look.

Her face, made up with light and refreshing makeup, looked very clean, and her lips, coated with lipstick, glistened under the summer sun. She was completely unrelated to the description of being rustic.

This is a current high school girl (JK) who is chasing fashion.

Kuroba Akira remembered that she was always surrounded by many people, clearly belonging to the "normie" group, and even being a key figure among them.

Therefore, the only thing that fits the description is: large breasts.

However, it wasn't exaggeratedly large; compared to other first-year high school girls who were still developing, she was indeed well-developed and seemed to have a lot of room for growth.

So is she showing off? Or is she making fun of herself?

Kuroba Akira couldn't quite figure out what the class monitor, who had been smiling since her entrance, was thinking.

"Although it's already great that you remember my face, I still hope you can remember my name, so please allow me to introduce myself again."

Then, she solemnly and confidently began her self-introduction to Kuroba Akira.

"My name is Anri Hitomi. As you know, I am the class monitor of Class 1, Grade 1. Although everyone says I am very capable and seem to be able to do anything, I can't do everything. I can only do what I can do."

So when she said there was only one point of agreement, she meant this line.

Although slightly modified, hearing this classic line still made Kuroba Akira feel a little dazed, as if his thoughts were taken back to his high school days in his previous life, a time of heavy academic workload but also joyful moments... Back then, he was a genuine male high school student.

Hmm? Wait a minute? If this is the case... she feels her breasts aren't big enough?

"Kuroba-kun".

Her soft voice brought Kuroba Akira back to her senses.

"You'd better remember my name this time."

"Okay, class monitor, no problem, class monitor."

"Honestly, I had no idea that Kuroba-kun was such a chatterbox."

Kuroba Akira shrugged.

"Don't worry, I'll remember it well, Hitomi Anri. But I think it's easier to call you class monitor."

"Now that we've gotten to know each other again, let's shake hands."

"Um……"

Looking at her outstretched right hand, Kuroba Akira's gaze focused on her palm.

Even if she hadn't reminded him, Kuroba Akira would definitely have remembered Anri Hitomi for the rest of his life.

Because of you, I was able to find the turning point in my life.

Kuroba Akira murmured to himself, and naturally took her hand.

The white, slender hand, I wonder how wonderful it would feel to be enveloped by this hand... Pshaw, I'm not a hand fetishist, I'm a foot fetishist.

The real key point lies in the palm of her hand, where the following words are clearly printed.

"Academic Ability"

That represents a brilliant and outstanding talent.

It's said that big breasts mean no brains, but she clearly has a bust size she can be proud of, yet she's not bad at all.

Her grades are more than just average; being first in the grade is enough to prove her excellence.

Anri Hitomi is not only the class monitor, but also the top student in the grade, a high-achieving beauty admired by everyone.

Such a perfect and intelligent woman, what are her true intentions in approaching me...? I must not be lulled into a false sense of security by her gentle ambiguity!

"Well then, since you've already called me class monitor, Kuroba-kun, I should try to meet your expectations..."

She lowered her head shyly, her fingertips lightly twirling the hem of her skirt, slowly lifting it as if playing at 0.5x speed, expanding the maximum area of ​​her "absolute territory".

Want to see my underwear?

"want!"

Chapter Two: Under the Skirt

Unfortunately, when the skirt was pulled up to its limit, her hand stopped and it wouldn't rise any further.

"Although it would be fine to just show it to Kuroba-kun directly, it would be even better if Kuroba-kun could grant me one request."

"Tch, I knew it..."

As expected, the view under a beautiful girl's skirt is just like a pig butchering scam. If you choose to 'buy' (look) at it at this time, Kuroba Akira will probably only suffer the same fate as poor Tom, being ruthlessly fleeced.

If she is actually a cunning character, she might use this as leverage to force Kuroba Akira to give up his entire high school years.

The price to pay just to see underwear is too high, so Kuroba Akira decisively chose to refuse.

"Then I won't watch it."

"Aren't you going to look? Really not going to look? These are the underwear of an active female high school student, your classmate, and the class president! Aren't you curious about what color and style they are?"

While adding value to her underwear with specific prefixes, Anri Hitomi swayed her school uniform skirt like a magician manipulating a magic cloth.

The swaying of a skirt inevitably draws people's gaze, stimulating humanity's desire to explore the unknown.

No wonder they say that the secrets of the universe are hidden under a beautiful girl's skirt... Before it's lifted, it's like Schrödinger's cat house—no one knows if there are really birds inside.

However, Kuroba Akira's gaze was indeed drawn to her skirt like a magnet. It seemed like he was about to see it, but then again, he didn't. His subtle, controlled movements were comparable to the shaky hand of a school cafeteria auntie serving food, tugging at every nerve of every adolescent boy.

In the end, Kuroba Akira managed to suppress his thirst for knowledge by rolling his eyes. He pinched the Seimei acupoints on both sides of his nose and held up a finger in front of the class monitor.

"Looking for a second is looking, staring for a minute is looking, looking right up to my face is looking, looking from three meters away is looking. The power to lift my skirt is in your hands, not mine, which is too disadvantageous for me."

After listening, Anri Hitomi lowered her skirt and revealed a thoughtful expression.

“I see… Indeed, time and distance affect the viewing quality. If Kuroba-kun feels like he’s been tricked, he’ll be even less likely to help me.”

"The most crucial thing is that I still can't be sure what it contains. If it has a bear or strawberry pattern printed on it, wouldn't I be losing out big time?"

Although some people like this style, Akira Kuroba isn't particularly fond of the childish approach.

"Are the bear and strawberry considered a loss...? Then I'd like to know, what kind of underwear would make Kuroba-kun feel like he 'got a good deal'?"

"Black, hollowed out, semi-transparent, with lace patterns, right?"

"Wow, that's so lewd. Is this Kuroba-kun's personal preference?"

"No, that's not true. It depends on the character's persona."

"Personal image?"

"For example, a shy, innocent high school girl trips and falls on flat ground, accidentally revealing her underwear. When she realizes she's been seen, her face turns red instantly, and she shyly tries to pull her skirt down. But she accidentally pulls too hard and rips the skirt off, revealing her entire underwear... At this point, it would be best if you saw her plain white panties without any decoration!"

Hitomi Anri seemed to be imagining things based on Akira Kuroba's description, and finally showed a very understanding expression in agreement.

"I see. Now that you mention it, I also think pure white is very suitable. In fact, it has to be pure white."

"Right?"

"Then why am I more suited to an adult style like black openwork semi-transparent lace? Please guide me, Kuroba-kun."

Although he said something as humble as "Please guide me," his tone, which left no room for refusal, was actually telling Kuroba Akira: You're not leaving until you tell me today.

"Because the class monitor's words make the contrasting character setting even better."

"A contrasting persona?"