Who says I don't know how to repay a favor?
Isn't it just being a girlfriend for seven days? Look at you, acting like you've never seen a woman before!
"Isn't it just that! If I have to strip, I'll strip!" Azaka Kokutou shouted with immense boldness, her face filled with resolve.
She immediately unbuttoned her top, giving it a forceful tug and letting it slide down to her elbows. Her tender, smooth, and fragrant white shoulders were revealed, along with the exquisite, beautiful collarbones beneath her graceful neck. It was practically a work of art. Beneath those collarbones was the manifestation of her maiden heart: she was wearing a white bra printed with a little rabbit pattern. Within that garment, of course, were those fair, rounded, flawless snow-peaks that seemed to radiate fragrance. While her bust wasn't exceptionally prominent, it was certainly far from flat. Though of medium proportions, Azaka's beauty made them appear exceptionally charming and moving. The tight Y-line formed between them was practically a crime, making Haruka Kasugano itch to bury his head right in.
Azaka didn't stop there. She continued by undoing the button on her short skirt.
Shua—
The skirt dropped instantly to her slender ankles. Underneath, she wore equally girlish panties, also printed with cute little bunnies. Combined with her pure and lovely face, she looked like such an innocent maiden. Yet, internally, she was just a violent girl with a crush on her own brother.
Haruka Kasugano couldn't help but lick his lips.
"Come on then! Who's afraid of who!"
Azaka braced both hands on the desk beside her, straightening her legs and arching her hips upward as much as possible. Her face wore an expression of indifference and resolve, but inside, she was panicking beyond belief.
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Why is time moving so slowly...
Why hasn't he touched me yet...
"Ah—"
Suddenly, Haruka Kasugano's hand reached out once more to touch her snowy skin. Azaka trembled instantly.
Ah.
Ah.
AH!
Ahhh—
It was a moment where seconds felt like years. Azaka didn't know how long she had been touched by Haruka Kasugano, but her limbs were reaching their limit.
Numb... tingly... soft... stinging—
No, this is just a normal physiological response. I'm not an idiot, I won't be fooled—
To keep bolstering her own courage, Azaka looked back at Haruka Kasugano standing behind her and cursed: "I thought you were just a flighty, somewhat lecherous guy! But I was wrong! You're just a piece of trash who uses favors to extort people!"
Despite her loud shouting, Haruka Kasugano ignored her. Instead, he reached his other hand around her front, suddenly seizing her "protrusions."
"Ah—" Azaka shut her mouth immediately.
Flesh seized, skin kissed—Azaka's face grew more and more flushed, her physical form honestly responding to her five senses.
Ah... so disgusting... being held by another man... ah... why am I so useless, responding to him with pleasure... Even though I know it's impossible with Mikiya, I never thought my jade body would be taken advantage of by another man...
Azaka's gaze grew increasingly hollow, looking as if she had lost all hope. But in the next second, she cried out again: "Ah—!"
She looked back blankly, only to find Haruka Kasugano was actually kissing her snowy skin! That sensation... it was so strange—
Ah! He's actually using his tong—
Ah... I hate this...
Azaka's eyes lost their focus; she no longer wanted to think. The surroundings were so quiet—this was the Japanese sexual culture and history section of the National Library. Yet what the two were doing right now fit the theme perfectly. They were locked in a posture like a mother hen and a chick in a game of hawk-and-chicken.
It's so uncomfortable... so disgusting... why is that place of mine being tasted by a man I hate...
It was still morning, and the morning sun streamed into the library, making their "morning exercise" look quite vibrant.
Then, Haruka Kasugano stood up and laughed, "Alright, perfectly lubricated. Now it's time for the main course!"
Haruka Kasugano laughed as he shed his own "burdens." Hearing the rustle of his clothes, Azaka grew more and more nervous. She looked back and continued to scold: "Put that thing on, or I'm leaving right now!"
But as she turned, she saw Haruka Kasugano's lean, toned physique—reminiscent of a Greek statue—which, combined with his high looks and the effect of his [Love Spot], caused her to freeze in a daze.
He... is actually... so handsome... she thought, making no attempt to hide it from her inner self.
Watching Haruka Kasugano put on the "little umbrella," Azaka snapped her head back, not daring to look at him any longer. She felt increasingly terrified. Haruka Kasugano's "weapon" might have been average by Chinese standards, but here in Japan, it was practically a legendary greatsword. Azaka didn't dare look at it directly.
Next, she felt Haruka Kasugano's hands. He grabbed her two "pomelos," admiring and stroking them. Azaka lived up to her reputation as an athletic girl; her legs were even more slender and powerful than Fujino's, filled with the sense of tight muscle—very beautiful, with smooth and elegant curves. Not to mention her "fragrant pomelos"; they were exquisite and rounded, looking as if they were carved by an artist, truly breathtaking.
Just as Sola-Ui and Aoi Tohsaka had coveted Haruka Kasugano's young body, Fujino Asagami and Azaka Kokutou offered him the temptation of youth in return. It was a level of allure none of his previous women could match.
Haruka Kasugano pressed his knee behind Azaka's knees, slowly searching for the entrance to the "Great Rift Valley."
Ah...
Feeling the sensation of being rubbed, Azaka grew more and more desperate. She was scared, so scared. Should I resist? Run? I can still do it now. A little later, and I won't be a "pure" girl anymore. Should I take the chance to fight back? No, then I'd be a promise-breaking girl. I must endure these seven days!
Come on, come on, come on! Isn't it just a bit of pain? Isn't it just no longer being "whole"? Isn't it just being poked? What's the big deal?
But in the next second, Azaka let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.
"AHHHHHHHH—!"
Uncontrollable tears of resentment fell from her eyes.
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As the sharp pain surged to her heart, Azaka realized it was too late for regrets. But no matter... it was just a membrane as thin as a cicada's wing. As long as he wore that, she wouldn't get pregnant. When the time came, she could just lie to Mikiya or other men, saying she lost her "maiden's drop" because she loved riding bicycles.
I don't care. I really don't care...
I—do care...
"Ah—! Ah! Itai (It hurts)!"
Her snowy, tight thighs were stained red. She couldn't even worry about that now; she only wanted to fight her own inner battle. Just endure it and it'll be over, it's fine—
But she had underestimated him!
Haruka Kasugano was like a highly creative and determined engineer building a tunnel to connect two cities. In the design phase, he planned meticulously, considering geological conditions, length, and curvature. Using advanced engineering software, he drew precise blueprints to ensure the structure was stable and met safety standards.
Once construction began, Haruka Kasugano was hands-on, supervising every step. During the excavation, he employed innovative shield-tunneling technology, greatly increasing efficiency while reducing the impact on the surrounding environment. To enhance safety, he even introduced an intelligent monitoring system to check the tunnel's status in real-time...