Tokyo Soft Rice King.

Kuroba Akira felt as if his conscience was being dried up by the holy light emanating from the class monitor.

She's really... amazing.

She was so good to him that Kuroba Akira felt completely unworthy of her.

"So... do you want to keep watching? If you've seen enough, I'm going to put on my school uniform, okay?"

"Ah, um... it's ready now."

"Then, wise ruler, may I make a small request of you?"

"Yes, of course! I'd be happy to help!"

"Then please help me put on my clothes, and... these socks."

Anri Hitomi took a pair of brand-new white pantyhose from the pocket of her school uniform next to the coffin and handed them to Kuroba Akira.

The meaning of "helping to take off clothes" is self-evident, but what does "helping to put on clothes" mean?

Kuroba Akira couldn't figure it out, but he nodded nonetheless, skillfully took the white stockings, and helped Anri Hitomi put them on.

Because he had helped Ziyin put on her pantyhose more than once.

From rolling up the stockings to putting them on, pulling them all the way up, and pressing them up three times to prevent them from slipping down... Wait! You can't press them up!

She's the class monitor, not Ziyin!

Normally, after helping Ziyin put on her socks, I would start massaging her, but today I was helping the class monitor put them on, so I couldn't just go overboard.

However, she couldn't stop herself from pulling her hand away; to be precise, she didn't let Kuroba Akira withdraw her hand.

Hitomi Anri grabbed Akira Kuroba's wrist, forcing him to complete the final step, making the socks and bandage underwear fit together tightly.

The socks are thin, and the bandages have been moved a bit... They feel a little different from Shion's...

Wait a minute! Why are we comparing how we feel to play?!

But even if Kuroba Akira wanted to pull his hand away, the owner of the sock wouldn't allow it.

"Uh...class monitor?"

"Ah."

"That, the hand..."

"Yes, is it stuck?"

"Uh...yes, it's stuck."

"That's really not good. How about we try to find the switch?"

"The switch... Then, do you need my help with the rest of your clothes?"

"No rush, because if you put it on too early, it might get dirty."

"So, these socks... it's okay if they get dirty?"

"Yes, as I just mentioned, white gets dirty too easily, so I don't really want to wear it out."

"...I understand. Then I will try my best to find the switch."

"Hehe, keep it up... my lovely wise ruler."

……

"Phew... um... thank you, Mingjun... you're very skilled."

"..."

With this, Hitomi Anri had completed all her 'acquisitions'.

She fully experienced the relaxation techniques that were once exclusive to Shion Murasaki.

Anri Hitomi even tasted flavors she had never tried before.

Chapter 235 A Cultural Sacrifice in Its Prime, Part Seven

My fingertips feel damp...

It wasn't particularly sticky, probably because it was filtered through two layers of fabric, so it became quite runny when it reached my fingertips.

Kuroba Akira stared blankly at his fingertips, his mind regaining its rationality.

It's like being in a warm, sleepy room when suddenly someone opens the window, letting in the cold winter wind that blows away the warmth and chills your head.

At the same time, the sense of incongruity became even stronger.

Because the person standing in front of him, the one under his claws, was not Ziyin, but the class monitor.

Just as an experiment needs a control group to better understand the results, under the guise of a massage, Akira Kuroba was forced to realize how absurd the previous relaxing interaction was.

This is not a dream, nor a game, nor the other world.

It is a parallel world that seems to exist, but at the same time, it is also the real world that truly exists.

Anri Hitomi used herself as bait, giving Kuroba Akira a 'wake-up call' more effective than any slap.

After regaining his senses, he first felt uneasy about his and Ziyin's various inappropriate behaviors. It turned out that he had also unknowingly indulged in the gentle embrace of women, completely letting his guard down and failing to uphold his bottom line.

What made Kuroba Akira even more frightened was that at this very moment, he was 'attacking' a second person.

If it were just Ziyin who attacked, it would be fine, but now that she has crossed that line with the class president as well, it is actually very dangerous.

If Ziyin were to see or know what was happening now, she would definitely turn to the dark side and do something drastic. Drawing knives and drawing blood would be the least of her worries; she might even lose her head... Kuroba Akira could already picture that scene.

This is bad...! This is very bad!

Walking a tightrope like this, trying to have your cake and eat it too, is not a safe route! You might end up turning around!

"Are you smelling it? You seem a little shy..."

As Kuroba Akira looked at his fingers and felt a pang of panic, Anri Hitomi had already changed into new black tights and straightened her school uniform, appearing as dignified and beautiful as if nothing had happened.

Anri Hitomi said she was shy, but without blushing or skipping a beat, she moved closer to Kuroba Akira, leaned out to smell her own scent on his hands, and then suddenly smiled and said.

"This is a rare opportunity, let me try it."

"what?"

She suddenly opened her small mouth and took the tip of her ring finger down to the third joint into her mouth.

Then Kuroba Akira felt something slippery moving around his finger, just like it had just moved nimbly through his teeth, and he could even feel the tiny wounds on her tongue.

Then, Anri Hitomi made a smacking sound, like a baby eating.

Kuroba Akira was confused, but not at all infatuated, because it wasn't the first time he had heard such a sound, nor was it the first time his finger had been eaten, since Shion had done the exact same thing.

However, it was precisely because it wasn't the first time that Kuroba Akira felt even more guilty, especially since the class president had just said that she also valued the first experience.

Although ordinary couples probably wouldn't go this far, and this is a far cry from pure friendship, they are still just friends.

"Hmm... a faint sour and salty taste, it feels a bit like sweat... I've only smelled it before, this is the first time I've tasted it."

They actually started commenting! Class monitor, where's your sense of shame?

"There's another middle finger here, Your Majesty, wouldn't you like to try it?"

They even invited me to taste the sauce together!

No wonder she only put her ring finger in her mouth, even though the two fingers with the largest contact area are the middle and ring fingers. She was so 'thoughtful' as to leave her middle finger out!

"Uh……"

"Do you think I'm dirty?"

"How could this be!"

Although it's a bit perverted, Akira Kuroba is able to accept serving women, so it has nothing to do with being dirty or not; it's purely because he feels awkward.

That's right, because this wasn't the first time Kuroba Akira had even tasted it.

He had already tasted Ziyin's flavor, and even drank water directly from her without any fabric separating them.

Looking back now, it really was a mistake. We hadn't even kissed Ziyin yet, but we ate noodles together first.

"That's good... I'm glad you can accept it, Your Majesty."

With a smile, Anri Hitomi took Kuroba Akira's hand and helped guide her right middle finger to Kuroba Akira's lips.

Kuroba Akira opened his mouth and took it in his mouth, his taste buds automatically starting to work.

Don't compare... You can't compare them! You mustn't compare them...!

At the very least, it shouldn't be compared in such a nonsensical way... This isn't right!

Fortunately, this time it didn't last long. Soon the class monitor let go, and Kuroba Akira also gave in.

Then the class monitor asked curiously.

"what about the taste?"

"Uh...it doesn't seem to have any particular smell...it's very clean."

Actually, it was because I was distracted and had no appetite.

It was only a tiny bit that had come into contact with the food, so Kuroba Akira couldn't taste it unless he was focused.

I did smell a faint milky scent, but it wasn't the scent from my fingers. It was the scent of skincare products left on my face when I ate my ring finger.

"Really? Does that mean the taste is different because of the different concentrations? I'll try some too."

As she said this, Anri Hitomi once again put Kuroba Akira's middle finger into her mouth.

We kissed indirectly with our fingers, but since we've already kissed directly, indirect kissing doesn't seem like such a big deal anymore...

"Hmm... the sourness has intensified, and there's a hint of rustiness. It seems the taste of saliva has masked it... Hehe, I've 'infected' Mingjun's mouth."

"Yes..."

Kuroba Akira stared blankly at the class monitor, completely at a loss for how to handle the situation.

Once he starts thinking, he can't help but compare the class president and Shion in his mind. The comparison makes him feel guilty, so Kuroba Akira simply gives up thinking.

"I'm sorry, Mingjun, it feels like I'm forcing you to taste it, like I'm bullying you..."

"No... If I really hate it, I will refuse outright... I mean, if this kind of bullying still exists in the world, I think many men would be happy to accept your bullying, class monitor."

"Wow, so all boys are actually masochists?"