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"Hm? What's wrong with you?"
Seeing Hakari Hanazono suddenly lean down in that fragile pose, Takumi blinked in confusion. She was lying there like some delicate, lovesick noble lady out of a romance drama.
Her half-lidded eyes shimmered softly as she said in a tender voice, "I think… I might've twisted my ankle. Could you… help me to the nurse's office?"
By the time she finished, her gaze was dripping with charm—half pleading, half teasing.
"You twisted your ankle?"
Takumi's eyes naturally drifted down to her legs—smooth, creamy thighs leading to those slender, shapely ankles. They looked far too perfect to be injured.
Still, he crouched down and gently touched her ankle. The soft warmth of her skin almost made him forget what he was doing. After a few seconds, he frowned slightly. "Does it hurt a lot?"
Hakari's cheeks flushed, her expression melting into one of quiet bliss. "N-not really… It's fine, I guess…"
But when she saw how seriously he looked at her, her heart nearly exploded. He's so handsome… and gentle too!
A shiver of excitement ran through her body, and her breath came faster. With a trembling smile, she murmured, "It's fine as long as we go to the nurse's office."
"…Alright, let me help you up then."
Even though Takumi suspected she was faking, he couldn't just leave her there. After all, it was technically his fault for bumping into her.
"Thank you… I'm really fine though~"
She beamed and reached for his hand—right in front of Inda Karane.
"Eh!?"
Seeing them already holding hands, Karane's eyes widened in disbelief. What about me!? What about me!?!
Flustered, she turned away, her face completely red, and slammed a palm against the floor.
"I-it's not like I twisted my ankle just because I wanted you to help me up or anything!"
"…That's a complicated way to put it," Takumi muttered, nearly losing his composure.
At least Hakari's acting was convincing. Karane had basically confessed without realizing it! And that tsundere energy—it wasn't the same kind as Eriri's. This was pure, raw chaos.
"You… twisted your ankle too?"
"Yes! I twisted it! Got a problem with that?!"
Her retort came sharp and defensive, but the message underneath was crystal clear: 'Come help me, idiot!'
Takumi could only sigh and extend his other hand. But before he could even touch her fingers, Karane shot up and practically fell against his chest.
So much for being shy—her body was definitely more honest than her mouth.
Hakari, unwilling to lose, pressed herself closer on his other side. Her sinful curves flattened against his chest, while Karane's slim, soft frame pressed against his opposite arm.
The fresh scent of citrus mixed with a sweet, sugary fragrance surrounded him, clouding his mind. He was supposed to support them, yet somehow he was the one being supported.
They weren't even trying to hide it anymore.
"Um…"
Just as he was about to say something, Hakari suddenly fell forward, pretending to lose balance and plunging into his arms. Her voluptuous chest bounced against him with a perfect, sinful elasticity.
"Ah~ sorry! Guess walking together made us lose balance~" she said coyly, rubbing her body lightly against his chest.
Her breath came in hot bursts—huff, huff—as if savoring his scent.
Seeing that, Karane nearly exploded. "H-hey! You're sticking way too close! You're making me lose balance now!"
Then she lunged in too, throwing herself against his other side. Now both girls clung to him, their faces flushed and eyes blazing.
"You started it!"
"No, you did!"
Their playful quarrel escalated as they pressed even tighter against him, their delicate frames practically melting into his body.
Takumi glanced down—two beautiful faces, cheeks red, eyes glistening.
Too cute… way too cute!!
His inner voice screamed in agony. If anyone saw this, his reputation as the "only male student" would definitely be ruined.
Forcing down the rush of heat rising in his body, he spoke in a low voice, "…Let's just go to the nurse's office already."
Before either could protest, he slid his hands under their firm, perky hips and lifted them both at once, breaking into a brisk stride.
"Eek!!"
Both girls gasped, their faces burning, clinging tighter to his body. Their thighs pressed together around him like living ropes—neither struggling, neither speaking.
As the trio hurried down the hallway, more than a few students turned to stare.
"Hey, isn't that the only male student?"
"Why's he carrying two girls!?"
"Wait, is he about to—"
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"Grrr… I'll kill you a hundred times over!!"
From down the hall, Mio gritted her teeth, watching him disappear with the two girls in his arms. She'd been waiting at the entrance of Class 1-D just for him—and this was what she got?
Even as jealousy flared inside her, a faint warmth stirred in her lower belly. Her face flushed deeper, and she turned away, entering the classroom silently.
Meanwhile, Takumi finally reached Kuoh Academy's infirmary. Both arms still full, hands pinned beneath their curves, he couldn't even reach the doorknob.
The softness under his palms was like silk ropes, binding him in sinful luxury. He almost didn't want to let go.
"Um… could you maybe open the door for me?" he asked helplessly.
Karane froze. Her ears turned scarlet, her body trembling. The proud, sharp girl from earlier was nowhere to be seen—only a bashful, adorable maiden remained.
"Hmph! Fine, since you're asking so nicely, I'll help!"
Pretending reluctance, she reached out and turned the knob.
The door swung open.
Takumi immediately stepped inside, carrying both girls, and kicked the door shut behind him with practiced ease.
Bang!
Flawless motion. He'd done that so many times it was practically muscle memory—every time with his arms full of something.
Finally inside, he let out a quiet breath. At least no one was watching now.
But then he looked up—and froze again.
Behind the desk sat a woman with a mature, seductive charm. Emerald eyes gleamed behind red-framed glasses, black hair cascading smoothly down her shoulders, two stray strands curling playfully upward.
Her sleeveless green blouse hugged every curve of her tall, voluptuous figure,
the fabric strained to contain her full chest. A slim waist led down into a dangerously tight black pencil skirt, emphasizing a perfect, heart-shaped curve.
Matte black stockings clung to her thighs, squeezing her flesh just enough to leave faint, inviting lines.
It was a level of allure that made even Takumi—who'd seen a lot—momentarily forget to breathe.
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