Waking up in one go—refreshed!
He didn't know how long he'd slept, but that nap was good, almost on par with Tashiro-san's breast pillow.
…Ah! Right—the key was the pillow!
Suddenly remembering he'd fallen asleep on the class rep's lap, Kuroba Akira shot upright like a spring, turning to check on the one who had provided the lap pillow.
"Class Rep, are your legs okay? They must be numb by now, right? Come on, stand up and stretch them!"
The class rep seemed to have dozed a little herself, and Akira's movement woke her. Rubbing the corner of her eye, she smiled.
"You're exaggerating, Kuroba-kun. This little bit of time wouldn't make my legs numb. I've practiced tea ceremony and flower arrangement before, and playing Go also requires sitting formally for a long time. So kneeling for several hours in a row is no problem for me."
"Amazing…"
You couldn't tell from her clothes that she was a young lady from a prestigious family, but these small details showed she had received that kind of refined upbringing.
Akira thought it was a pity—if her legs had gone numb, he might've taken the chance to massage them…
After having handled Shiginomiya's white-stockinged legs, Akira had… acquired a taste.
Anri Hitomi blinked, half-smiling as she asked,
"…Kuroba-kun, were you thinking of massaging my legs?"
"No! Absolutely not! And why would you think that, Class Rep? Am I that kind of person?"
Come on! Are you cheating? You're reading me like an open book!
"Because your gaze was obviously fixed on my thighs, and you looked… predatory. Of course, if I'm mistaken, I'll apologize first."
She bowed her head to apologize before he could answer, leaving Akira cornered.
Faced with the noble and upright Class Rep, he could only bow his head like a sinner in a confessional.
"Sorry, I was having impure thoughts… Please punish me!"
Maybe it was worth considering making [Soul Performance S] a permanent talent?
He'd never realized he was someone whose thoughts showed plainly on his face.
Probably because, in his previous life, he hadn't met so many beautiful women worth admiring. Turns out "pig-faced grin" syndrome in the presence of beauty was real…
"No need for that, Kuroba-kun. If a person had to be punished for every stray impure thought, humanity would go extinct."
Her meaning was clear—having criminal intent but not acting on it wasn't a crime.
Namu Amida Butsu!
Such mercy and compassion! Class Rep, you're practically a saint reborn!
"But… even though Kuroba-kun is an important friend, thighs are still…"
She looked troubled. She could joke boldly, even let him see her bare thighs and the absolute zone, and a lap pillow wasn't much… but touching was worlds apart from looking. For friends, letting someone touch her thighs was still crossing the line.
Her definition of "friend" might be heavy and twisted, but she was traditional in some gender-boundary areas. Thighs were one of those no-touch zones, along with waist, head, and of course the cherries and the secret garden down below—absolute forbidden territory.
Even if Akira were a girl, Anri wouldn't let someone touch her thighs easily. They were too sensitive—too easy for an accident to happen.
"I completely understand. I was only thinking about it anyway. I wouldn't dare make a suicidal move on your absolute territory."
He'd told Shiginomiya himself—above the knee was not for someone like him to touch. He wasn't about to break that rule with the class rep.
But for Anri Hitomi, generosity toward friends had its limits. Thighs might be off-limits… but calves and feet? Those were fine.
"But my calves and feet are okay. I'm not completely numb, but sitting like this so long… I do feel a little sore."
"At your service!"
Akira pressed his palms together—not just to thank her, but to praise the goddess, and also to say… Itadakimasu!
Today she was wearing black mid-calf socks, the kind that came up to just below the calf, with three white rings at the cuff—a classic style.
Crouching in front of her, Akira lifted the black-socked feet like they were a royal decree.
And then—comparison hit. Without comparison, you didn't know. With comparison, you realized—even beautiful girls had differences in the quality of their feet.
Detail aside, just overall: Shiginomiya's feet were more delicate, slender and long, with an elegant arch like a swan's neck. Slip them into fine high heels and they'd be even more noble and alluring.
The class rep's feet, on the other hand, gave a feeling of balance—natural, flowing lines from ankle to calf, toes neatly aligned, round and cute. They looked… tasty.
…Okay, maybe he was just hungry after waking up. Seeing the Class Rep made him think of a bento, not that he actually wanted to eat her feet. Definitely not.
For reference—when he'd tried to help Tashiro-san into her shoes before dawn, he'd also taken a look at her feet. Not as fresh and youthful as a beautiful girl's, but the faint blue veins on the instep and the slightly thicker skin at the heel spoke of life experience…
Low-EQ way of saying it: working women walk more, so their feet aren't as delicate as a maiden's.
Still, after a long day outside, the stockings damp with sweat, the toes painted a soft red polish—it all gave her feet a mature woman's allure.
Too bad the later impact of the "facial cleanser" was too strong, so his memory of her feet was hazy. But thinking back… they did have their own charm.
Thankfully, the smell of alcohol had overpowered any other odors. Not that she had foot odor—just that after being trapped in heels all day, stockings will pick up a scent.
And well… some people are into that. Smells bad, tastes good? If your mind thinks it's good, then it's good?
Anyway, Akira had never tried. That was outside his knowledge zone. Foot fetishists also had their differences—smell play wasn't his kink.
As for feel: the class rep's calves were meatier, filling his grip to the point of spilling between his fingers. Shiginomiya's, clad in white stockings, were smoother and softer.
Verdict—handfeel: tied. But as for gear, stockings > cotton socks.
One thing, though—the class rep's endurance was leagues beyond Shiginomiya's. Not a single hint of a coquettish gasp.
She was genuinely enjoying the foot massage, maintaining an elegant smile the whole time, without a single shiver.
Maybe that was the long-term kneeling at work? Enough leg numbness and the feet went desensitized?
A little disappointing—he'd been hoping to hear the Class Rep's version of "heavenly sound."
He moved up to her calf—and when he touched behind her knee,
"Ee…!"
"Hm?"
Looking up in confusion, Akira found her hastily covering her mouth, looking flustered.
Oh? Weak spot found?
She forced a smile.
"I-It's nothing… It's just, even I rarely touch the area behind my knees… so I'm not used to it."
"I see…"
Akira's grin turned wicked, and Anri's expression shifted to a nervous smile.
"Um… Kuroba-kun… please go easy on me…"
"Understood, Class Rep! Yes, Class Rep!"
He then lavished special attention on the points behind her knees, giving them a firm, thorough workout with his thumbs.
In the end, Anri Hitomi couldn't hold out—her upper body fell back onto the nurse's bed, a blush creeping onto her face, breath coming fast, a sound slipping from her throat that could make ears burn and hearts race.
Oh, what a sound! It lit his blood on fire.
A wave of pride surged in Akira's chest—I made the Class Rep moan!
A moment for the history books. Hell yes!
Lo-sensei, having snuck out to the back of the school for a few cigarettes, returned to the nurse's office just then, in time to hear faint, breathy gasps from inside. Her eyes lit up, and she pressed her ear to the door.
Well, well. These two youngsters… still going after all this time? Such stamina. Young people these days sure were vigorous.
Maybe just a peek. Just one peek—to see what kind of play they were up to.
Cracking the door slightly, Oono Junko saw… Kuroba Akira, kneeling on one knee, holding Anri Hitomi's feet high like a World Cup golden boot trophy.
Anri lay back on the bed, arm over her eyes, mouth opening and closing as her chest rose and fell in heavy breaths—though her clothes were perfectly neat.
What the hell? Young people nowadays playing this kind of game? No undressing—just feet—and they could get that worked up?
Most importantly… there was a play she didn't know about?!
Unacceptable! Her real-life experience might be zero, but she couldn't let her theoretical knowledge fall behind!
For the sake of her marriage prospects—she had to go ask for some pointers!
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