Chapter 166: Suzumori Mizuki (Part 1)
Haruto shrugged with a grin, "That wouldn't be bad either. This school year is about to end soon. How about restoring Kuoh Academy to an all-girls school in April?"
Rias rolled her eyes at him, "Alright, I'll have someone take care of this matter. If there's nothing else, you may leave."
Haruto naturally knew Rias wouldn't agree to this request. If it weren't for the difficulty in finding enough students, she wouldn't have changed Kuoh Academy to co-ed in the first place.
Japan's declining birth rate didn't just affect ordinary society - the superstructure that relied on the basic economy, meaning the supernatural factions, was also significantly impacted.
After leaving the Occult Research Club, Haruto boredly attended afternoon classes. When the school bell rang, just as he was planning to check if Tsukino Yomisawa had time, he received a message from Mizuki on his phone.
Mizuki: Haruto-kun, we just received notice that the new advisor teacher isn't coming anymore.
Haruto: Oh? That's quite sudden.
Mizuki: Yes, it seems the school decided to hire a female teacher after all. After all, girls still make up nearly 90% of the school's population compared to boys.
Haruto: I'll wait for you at the school gate then.
Mizuki: Okay~(^▽^)
Haruto put his phone in his pocket, picked up his light schoolbag with one hand, silently thanked his dear President, and left the classroom in high spirits.
Although they couldn't revert the school to an all-girls institution, hiring only female teachers was still achievable. With just a word from Rias and the school board, the matter was easily resolved.
The board members didn't understand why Rias was doing this, but they knew better than to question such trivial matters.
A somewhat capable physical education teacher—they didn't even bother to offer an explanation, let alone compensation. They simply issued a notice of rejection.
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"Mizuki, the prefectural tournament is coming up soon. Are you sure it's okay to skip training?"
"It's fine, it's fine."
Mizuki clung to Haruto's arm, the soft yet firm warmth of her ample bosom pressing against him.
She rested her head against his upper arm with a cheerful grin and said, "Actually, track and field is mostly about daily consistency. It's hard to make significant improvements in a short time. Training is mainly to maintain form and show commitment. Otherwise, if my results aren't good, people might criticize me for slacking off."
Having finally gotten the chance to be close to Haruto, unless it was something unavoidable—like a new teacher's introductory meeting—Mizuki would make time no matter what.
Haruto had only asked casually. After school, the two of them went on a date like any ordinary high school couple and quickly grew intimate.
Mizuki, being open and outgoing, soon started calling him by his first name.
"Let's grab something to eat. It's about time."
Glancing at the sunset with its last lingering rays, he wrapped his arm around Mizuki's slender yet toned waist and led her into a Chinese restaurant that looked quite decent.
"Mizuki, are you okay with Chinese food?"
"It's alright, but Mapo Tofu is too spicy for me."
Haruto broke into a mental sweat. Of course—when Japanese people think of Chinese food, Mapo Tofu is the first thing that comes to mind.
He didn't bother explaining. Since the restaurant was operating here and seemed to be doing well, it must have adapted to local tastes.
As Haruto expected, the flavors were somewhat different from authentic Chinese cuisine, and the owner wasn't Chinese either.
Still, the food was decent overall, just more suited to Japanese palates. Judging by Mizuki's satisfied expression, it was no wonder the place was so popular.
Noticing Haruto staring at her, Mizuki grew a bit embarrassed.
"Sorry, did I eat too much...?"
For an athletic girl, especially one in track and field with a figure like Mizuki's, it would be strange if she didn't have an appetite comparable to a grown man's.
"Not at all. I think you're really cute, especially when you eat with such a happy expression. It makes me feel happy just watching you."
Haruto meant every word—Mizuki's personality was exactly his type.
Mizuki's face flushed instantly. People had always focused on her physique, but this was the first time someone had called her cute.
Watching her suddenly grow shy and flustered, Haruto chuckled and called for the bill.
After leaving the restaurant, Haruto held the beautiful girl's soft hand as they strolled for a while, helping their digestion and preparing for the intense activity to come.
"Haruto, it's getting dark... I should head home soon..."
"Come to my place."
Haruto kissed Mizuki's smooth cheek. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
Mizuki's heart suddenly skipped a beat. She understood what Haruto meant and knew about his circumstances. Earlier, she had only mentioned going home out of a maiden's reserve.
"Mmm..." She nodded slightly and whispered, "Let me call my mom first."
Watching Mizuki quickly finish her conversation with her mother, Haruto couldn't help but silently marvel at how tolerant Japanese parents were about their children staying over at classmates' houses.
Of course, Mizuki hadn't forgotten to notify her best friend either. Otherwise, if her mother made just one phone call, their plan would be exposed.
Covering her phone, Mizuki murmured quietly while chatting with her friend, but at such close distance, Haruto couldn't help but overhear.
However, Mizuki's friend proved much more difficult to deal with than her mother, insisting on knowing who she was staying with before agreeing to cover for her.
Mizuki's friend was also a second-year student at Kuoh Academy. When she heard Mizuki was going to Haruto's place, she first fell silent, then expressed shock, and finally envy.
"Mizuki, congratulations! Your first time is actually with such a handsome guy... Ah, I wish I had a figure as good as yours..."
Blushing, Mizuki stole a glance at Haruto. "Alright, I'm hanging up now. Haruto's waiting for me."
Haruto rubbed his nose and looked up at the sky—there were quite a few stars tonight.
Seeing this, Mizuki quickly ended the call, took Haruto's arm again, and interlaced her fingers with his.
"Haruto, let's go."
"Mmm."
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At the Takamine residence, seeing Haruto bring back yet another unfamiliar girl, the three Takamine women returned to their rooms with resentful looks, leaving the space to Haruto and Mizuki.
The air in the living room grew thick with their unspoken jealousy, the silence echoing their displeasure as they retreated behind closed doors.
Mizuki initially felt somewhat embarrassed upon seeing the Takamine women, but after hearing Haruto explain their relationship, though jealous, she no longer felt nervous.
A small, triumphant part of her swelled, knowing that for this night, at least, he was hers alone.
Haruto led Mizuki to the bedroom on the second floor. "Mizuki, do you want to take a bath?"
His voice was a low murmur, a promise of intimacy that made her heart skip a beat.
"Mmm... but I didn't bring any spare underwear."
Her cheeks flushed a charming shade of pink as she admitted this practical concern.
"Don't worry about that. We have underwear in all sizes here."
He said it with a casual, knowing smile that spoke of many such nights, making her pout with a fresh wave of playful indignation.
Mizuki pouted and glared at Haruto indignantly. Haruto chuckled and directly captured her soft pink lips in a deep kiss.
His mouth was demanding, swallowing her feigned protest, his tongue sweeping in to claim hers in a wet, possessive dance.
He didn't release her until Mizuki was breathless.
She slumped against him, lungs burning, her body already humming with anticipation for what was to come.
Fifteen minutes later, Mizuki returned to the bedroom wrapped in a pink towel.
The terrycloth was snug around her curves, but it did little to hide the athletic shape of her body, the damp ends of her hair leaving dark spots on the fabric.
Haruto had also taken a quick shower by then. Seeing the athletic beauty's wheat-colored skin dotted with water droplets, he was already aroused.
The beads of water caught the light, tracing the defined lines of her shoulders and the swell of her breasts, beckoning him to taste.
It seemed that after being in this world for so long, this was his first time with a beauty having this skin tone.
The novelty of her sun-kissed complexion, like warm honey in the low light, sent a fresh jolt of desire straight to his groin.
Without further words, Haruto decisively removed the final layer of the dragon's seal.
His pajama pants pooled at his feet, leaving him gloriously, intimidatingly naked before her.
When he freed little Haruto from his underwear, it was already standing tall and firm, hard to the point of slight swelling.
The thick, veined shaft sprang free, an angry red and pulsing with the beat of his heart, its impressive length and girth straining upwards.
At the same time, Haruto noticed Mizuki's beautiful eyes were slightly open, secretly watching.
Through her long lashes, her gaze was fixed on his manhood, a mixture of awe and hunger in her dark eyes.
When the thick dragon was exposed to the air, he heard Mizuki let out an extremely soft gasp—it seemed little Haruto's size had startled her.
A sharp, involuntary intake of breath escaped her parted lips. "Oh... my..." she whispered, her eyes wide.
Haruto gently lay on top of Mizuki. She opened her eyes and glanced at him shyly before immediately closing them again.
The feel of his hot, hard body pressing her into the mattress made her toes curl, his erection a firm, insistent pressure against her thigh.
Noticing that Mizuki's secret place was sufficiently wet, Haruto didn't hesitate any longer. Guiding the iron-hard dragon with his hand, he pressed it against the honey pot of the wheat-skinned beauty.
His fingers, slick with her own arousal, glided over her swollen lower lips, spreading the moisture before he positioned the broad, slick head of his cock at her entrance.
The moment their lower bodies connected, Haruto clearly felt Mizuki's body tremble.
A full-body shiver wracked her frame, a silent testament to the intensity of the connection.
"Mizuki, relax."
His voice was a husky command against her ear, his breath hot.
"Mmm, come on... Haruto, I'm ready..."
Her whisper was a desperate plea, her hips arching slightly off the bed to meet him, begging for fulfillment.
Hearing Mizuki's words, Haruto felt his Giant Dragon had already reached its limit of agitation. The dragon's head was so numb and itchy it desperately needed to find a warm nest to relieve the itch.
The need was a painful, throbbing ache, and the sight of her glistening pink folds, open and ready for him, shattered the last of his control.
With a low growl, he pressed down on her, spreading Mizuki's long, firm, wheat-colored legs to wrap around his waist. In the most primal position, he thrust his thick, burning-hot Giant Dragon into her glistening pink valley.
A guttural, possessive sound ripped from his throat as he drove his entire length into her in one smooth, powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt in her tight, wet heat. Mizuki's back arched off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from her lips as she was filled completely, the delicious stretch overwhelming her senses.