Tokyo Soft Rice King.

At that moment, Kuroba Akira felt an urge to leave everything to her to decide.

Anri Hitomi... she's the kind of woman who can make me live off her husband for the rest of my life!

"How is it? Do you like me more now?"

"Uh-huh!"

Hei Yuming nodded repeatedly, completely transformed into Tom.

"Hehe, that's the magic of the cultural festival, it makes girls look three times cuter."

It's more than three times...! It's even ten times!

Ah, it's not that previous class monitors weren't lovable, it's just that today's class monitor is especially... particularly captivating.

Kuroba Akira had to admit that he was completely smitten. The kind of feelings he thought he would never have again, which he had experienced since his youth, had miraculously resurfaced.

Anri Hitomi licked her lips and said.

"Hmm... Come to think of it, there's no taste of food in my mouth... It seems you haven't had lunch yet, Myo-jun?"

"I wanted to meet up with you, class monitor, and then we could go out to eat together."

"Really? That's great! Actually, I made a bento box today too..."

"Squad leader, did you make lunchboxes today too?!"

"Yeah, it's a cultural festival, you can just buy food at the stalls, but I still habitually got up early and made a bento box... Hehe, I'm so stupid."

Guh...!

So dazzling... Today's class monitor... is amazing!

The class monitor is a god!

Kuroba Akira wanted to clasp his hands together and properly worship the god-like class president.

"Then, let's go eat together after I change my clothes."

"Okay... ah? Wait, you, uh, I..."

Kuroba Akira was a little incoherent because the class president suddenly started taking off his clothes in front of him!

They said they wanted to change clothes, and they actually meant to change right there on the spot!

And when the red dress fell to the ground, it turned out that she was wearing a red bellyband underneath!

Is it really necessary to be so particular? Even the interior of a mascot doesn't have to be this uniform, does it?

It's obvious that she was dressed up for someone from the very beginning.

Taking off her clothes in front of Kuroba Akira is just one part of her plan.

Anri Hitomi wasn't afraid of being seen through by Kuroba Akira, and even smiled and pretended not to know, asking Kuroba Akira in return.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"Uh, class monitor, are you really going to change your clothes here...?"

Kuroba Akira felt that asking the question would make him seem like an idiot, but he asked anyway.

Let's just follow the class monitor's script. It'll be a feast for the eyes for me, so either way, it's a huge win.

"Yeah, anyway, it's just you and me in the haunted house now, isn't it?"

The important thing is that I'm here! Don't you mind if I see you?

If it were Shion, Kuroba Akira wouldn't find it strange, but Anri Hitomi doing this kind of thing made Kuroba Akira feel very strange.

It feels like a role reversal, full of incongruity.

As if she already knew what Kuroba Akira was thinking, Anri Hitomi said meaningfully.

"Besides, Mingjun, haven't you already seen Shiori's body? And the one at home... you must have seen it many times, right?"

"...!"

Kuroba Akira felt a chill run down his spine, his heart filled with terror.

She, she, she! She did it on purpose!

He deliberately took off his clothes in front of him, and then deliberately brought up the two women who had already been seen naked by Kuroba Akira!

However, it's not surprising that Shirai Shiori knew about the bet, as she was fulfilling her promise. But how did she know about Shion's situation?

Is it really just pure speculation? But her tone sounded like she was stating a confirmed fact...

What exactly are you trying to do?!

Just as Akira Kuroba's brain began to race again, Hitomi Anri removed her undergarment, tossed it aside, and wrapped her arms around Akira Kuroba's neck once more.

"Wise ruler...do you wish to take this a step further?"

"think……"

"Really? Then I'll have to put you back in your coffin, okay? But aren't you afraid your partner will find out?"

"Well……!"

At this moment, Kuroba Akira was completely certain that the class monitor had done it on purpose.

If she truly intended to take things naturally and force the issue, she wouldn't have needed to mention Ziyin at all.

Then, by deliberately bringing it up, it's probably meant to make me 'choose one'.

Choose me or her.

Kuroba Akira frowned, completely losing any sense of enjoyment. This choice had already crossed his mind earlier.

He just hadn't expected to have to make a choice so soon...

"Alright, alright, don't look so gloomy. I still want you to have a happy day, Mingjun. Come on, smile."

At a time like this, even if I were to laugh, it would only be a bitter laugh.

Then Anri Hitomi stole another kiss, not only her first kiss, but also her second, third, fourth, and fifth kisses.

"Look at me closely, my lord. I'm not wearing anything under my bellyband, you know?"

"what……"

It's bandages... and only bandages!

Is the ghost bride actually a cute mummy underneath? It is indeed lying in a coffin...

However, calling it a mummy isn't quite accurate, because mummies are wrapped in bandages all over their bodies, but the squad leader only used bandages to cover his vital parts, so they weren't visible until he took off his bellyband.

It looked more like a bandage-made bra, simple yet exuding a primitive charm, and the tightness of the bandages perfectly showcased the class monitor's beautiful figure.

Especially the fabric on her chest... some of her flesh bulged out from the gaps in the bandages, making her look even more mushy.

The class monitor is already in this state; I wonder what it would look like if Ms. Kobayakawa wore a chest binder...

No, concentrate! Now is not the time to let your mind wander!

"How about it? Isn't your underwear special today?"

"Can this even be considered underwear?"

"Shall we start discussing the definition of underwear? Broadly speaking, any innermost layer of fabric that fits closely to the body can be considered underwear, okay? And the bandages are white, which also complies with the school's rule that only white underwear can be worn."

"So the school has this kind of rule...?"

No wonder the first pair of panties the class monitor gave me were white...

"Well, it's supposed to be to show the students' purity... but it's an outdated rule. Theoretically, it still exists now, but because the school has canceled the inspection process, not many students follow it properly anymore."

"Oh... so even you, class monitor, didn't follow the rules?"

“I’ve always worn white, haven’t I? You’ve seen it, haven’t you, Mingjun? You should have used it by now.”

No, no, I've never used them. I've kept them all safe and sound.

Because there's a purple-powered mode that can be used when needed, so there's no need to do it manually, and Ziyin even has her own equipment with lubricant... uh... that seems even more perverted.

"Actually, white underwear is very translucent and gets dirty very easily. It's even more of a mess when you're on your period, so it has absolutely nothing to do with purity."

"Wow... why do you insist on wearing white, class monitor? And the sheer kind at that..."

"Because I'm confident I won't accidentally expose myself."

"Oh? So you're seeking thrills and a sense of liberation?"

"Hmm... saying it's seeking thrills might not be quite right, because I don't get excited about being seen by others."

"It seems you haven't awakened to your abnormality yet, but it's even more terrifying if it's not out of interest, because it's incomprehensible."

"It's not that hard to understand. I'm just being more vigilant, making sure I'm always aware of my surroundings and don't miss anyone's gaze or the range of scenery they can see."

No wonder she managed to get the perfect angle when she lifted her skirt during their first meeting... it turns out it was all under her control.

"Isn't living like this too tiring?"

“I never used to, because I took it for granted. But maybe subconsciously I’m about to give up, so I want to find someone I don’t have to care about their gaze, so I can relax my guard.”

"...Is this the friend you wanted?"

"Yes, I used to think that such a person was a friend."

The implication is that the class monitor no longer thinks that way.

Anri Hitomi hooked her index finger around the bandage on her chest and tugged at it as she spoke.

“My lord, I would not untie this bandage in front of you now, but that is not because I have not made up my mind, nor because I am ashamed to face you. I hope you can understand.”

"Hmm... I understand."

"Actually, if you, my lord, are already completely captivated by me, I wouldn't mind taking the next step now. But it seems my charm isn't strong enough to make you completely ignore the existence of other women."

"Uh... I'm sorry..."

I got kissed and silenced again.

Today, Hitomi Anri was very assertive. She didn't give Akira Kuroba a chance to change the course of events and firmly controlled the rhythm of the conversation.

"Don't apologize, wise ruler... It's not your fault, it's just that I wasn't good enough."

"く...!"