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Is Yukinoshita also an ardent admirer of Kagura? What could drive her to such an intense obsession, leaving one utterly astonished?
Indeed, a flicker of defiant competitiveness ignited within Sakurajima Mai's heart.
As a celebrated actress long accustomed to the limelight, she understood this rivalry akin to fans vying for supremacy. Yukinoshita had already demonstrated her unwavering devotion to Kagura through her actions, and Mai, equally a fervent supporter, felt an unyielding resolve—she would not concede defeat!
Casting a furtive glance at Yukinoshita, Mai was astounded to see her drawing the curtains, her back to the window. The after-school hours had long passed, ensuring no one would notice her. Yukinoshita even held a book, feigning studiousness—an act of theatrical pretense.
What a performer, going to such lengths for authenticity!
Flipping through pages with her left hand while indulging in a mango with her right—did second-year girls nowadays possess such audacity?
A fleeting thought crossed Mai's mind: *Am I getting old?*
Swiftly dismissing it—*Nonsense, I'm only eighteen, far from old!*—she shook her head defiantly, her dark hair rustling against the sofa. Yet Yukinoshita remained oblivious to the sound.
The golden hues of the setting sun bathed Mai's left leg, her black stockings gleaming at the knee. Were it not for Yukinoshita's scandalous behavior, Mai herself could have been the subject of a captivating JK-style portrait.
No, what was this talk of JK style? She *was* a JK!
But then—what was that in Yukinoshita's mouth? Her… her *underwear*?
Yukinoshita was holding her own panties in her mouth? *Oh, heavens!*
"Does she feel no shame?" Mai murmured, though she reasoned that, in Yukinoshita's mind, she was alone, free to act uninhibitedly.
Suppressing her breath, Mai listened intently, her hand covering her mouth. Even though Yukinoshita couldn't hear her, Mai instinctively softened her breathing.
Then came a faint sound of water.
"…"
Mai, mortified, covered her face.
"Pervert, deviant, seductress—what in the world is that? A… a *gush*?" Never in her life had Mai experienced such a thing.
Yukinoshita's droplets nearly splashed onto Mai's leg, but she retracted it just in time. Glancing back, she saw Yukinoshita's fingertips glistening with moisture and slickness, leaning against the window, her face buried in a book, trembling uncontrollably. Her knees knocked together, and a few drops trickled between her thighs, forming a small puddle before her.
The sight left Mai gasping in shock.
"Could it… could it truly feel *that* exhilarating?" she whispered, inwardly dubbing Yukinoshita a *maestro of ecstasy*.
In a way, Mai believed Yukinoshita now possessed an allure capable of ensnaring any heart in an instant.
Unbeknownst to her, this was only Yukinoshita's third foray into such indulgence—a remarkable talent, indeed.
"What a formidable girl…"
When Yukinoshita finally tidied herself and left, Mai exhaled in relief, rolling her eyes and patting her chest. Five minutes later, she glimpsed Yukinoshita exiting the school gates from the window.
Suppressing the discomfort stirring within her, Mai approached the door, opened it, then shut it again, retreating to barricade it with a cardboard box and a table, transforming the room into a secluded sanctuary.
Recalling the fleeting moment when Kagura's hand brushed her chest, she drifted toward his discarded satchel. Her fingers grazed its zipper, as though tracing the contours of a man's physique, only to recoil as if electrified, clutching her racing heart.
How utterly mortifying—an act of sheer humiliation! Yukinoshita's brazen composure in such lascivious deeds was not to be underestimated.
Closing her eyes, Mai slipped her hand beneath her skirt, brushing the shallow dip near her thighs. Even through her panties and stockings, she could feel the aroused prominence beneath.
This was Mai's secret burden: she always felt her "little chestnut" was slightly larger than other girls'.
She had never seen another's in person, but online glimpses suggested hers was indeed more pronounced. As for hair—please, she was a star! She'd been meticulously groomed since twelve, with regular maintenance to ensure perfection.
Once, disguised in a mask, she consulted a gynecologist, who reassured her that her condition was normal, provided it wasn't excessively pronounced.
*Excessively pronounced?* Mai knew she wasn't *that* extreme, and, blushing furiously, she fled the clinic.
Now…
"Just… just once," she whispered. "One time, and that's all."
Glancing at Kagura's satchel, Mai bit her lip, leaning forward. Her left hand caressed the bag while her right, beneath her skirt, teased her sensitive spot through the fabric.
The teasing was maddening—unfulfilling yet unbearable. One release would suffice.
No, she wasn't wanton; this was merely a natural response.
Thus, Mai convinced herself.
Her panties grew damp, but unlike Yukinoshita's shameless display, Mai kept hers and her stockings on. Folding her left leg, she knelt on Kagura's former seat, her left hand clutching his bag. Her right leg splayed, she straddled the sofa's armrest.
As her silken stockings pressed against the armrest, her sensitive bud was gently squeezed. The fabric softened the sensation, making it just right.
That spot was so delicate, even self-touch required utmost care.
Pressing against the armrest felt like straddling a pillow or a table's edge—rubbing her core in a subtle, illicit dance. Doing so in stockings was scandalously improper, the motions too suggestive to be seen.
Her waist swayed forward, then back, her rounded hips accentuated by the stockings' sheen. The skirt's hem flicked lightly with each backward motion, a tantalizing glimpse that would drive any onlooker to distraction.
Gradually, Mai's left hand abandoned the satchel, gripping the armrest instead, mimicking a lover's embrace. Her movements mirrored those of intimate riding—forward, back, grinding her sensitive core as though it clasped a lover's form.
In her mind's eye, Mai envisioned herself performing a *sumata* for Kagura—a teasing dance where she'd straddle him, her lips grazing his length without penetration, swaying to stimulate them both.
"Mmm… mmm…"
Her folded left leg grew numb, urging haste. Imagining Kagura's hands on her chest, Mai slipped her left fingers into her mouth, stirring her tongue, while her right hand caressed her breast, alternating between gentle strokes and firmer grasps, as if mimicking an eager lover's touch.
The sofa obscured her lower half from the mirror, but her right leg was visible, its heel rising and falling, then perpetually lifted, her calf's tendons tightening. With a sudden lurch, she pressed her weight onto the armrest, a sob escaping as her legs trembled violently, convulsing as though electrified.
After a dozen seconds, the storm subsided.
That night, Yuigahama Yui, having savored her home-cooked dinner and left a portion for her late-returning mother, sought to banish the day's fatigue with a shower.
Her routine was to shower after eating, then soak in a bath before bed.
Warm water, just above forty degrees, cascaded over her creamy-smooth back. Blushing deeply, Yui closed her eyes, gripping the bath's handrail, her lips bitten as she recalled the afternoon's mortifying blunder.
"Ugh… I was really… by that piano prince…" Slapping her wet cheeks, she shook her head vigorously. "No, no, what am I thinking? It was an accident, a force majeure! Yes, that's it!"
She clenched her fist, cheering herself on.
Yet her body betrayed her—memories of the incident left her undeniably aroused.
At seventeen, a second-year high schooler, Yui was no stranger to self-pleasure, but today, she hesitated.
To indulge now felt like offering herself to him in her subconscious—a shameless overstep.
*How could I be worthy of him? A future duke, a world-class pianist!*
Her expression dimmed.
Sighing softly, she cupped her D-cup breasts.
Until a few months ago, she'd been a C-cup, but spring break's upheaval had spurred rapid growth.
This blessing came with an embarrassing complication: she had begun lactating.
When she confided in her mother, the latter, alarmed, questioned if she was pregnant. Yui, a virgin, was appalled. A hospital visit followed, revealing her exceptional health—almost too perfect. The doctor advised monitoring and prescribed a breast pump to ease discomfort from engorgement.
Even now, a gentle lift caused milky droplets to seep from her pink tips. "Ugh… it's leaking again… I'll have to pump soon…"
Yui's embarrassment was palpable.
Lactating as a virgin teenager was a burden few could bear with confidence.
She finished her shower, dried off, and wrapped a towel around her damp hair. Donning pajama pants, she left her sleepshirt unbuttoned, her left arm shielding her chest as she hurried, blushing, to her room.
"The pump… where's the pump? Ugh, honestly!"
Rummaging frantically, she recalled it required sanitizing after each use and dashed to the sterilizer.
Her clumsiness, a lifelong trait, had drawn countless maternal reprimands, yet she couldn't change.
The breast pump, a standard maternal tool, extracted excess milk for storage, ideal for mothers with abundant supply or frequent travel. Aligning the suction cup with her nipple, Yui pressed and pumped, the rich milk obediently flowing into the 350ml container—perfectly sized to nearly empty both sides.
Staring at the nearly full canister, Yui mused, "Today was awful… but not entirely. How can I thank him? In the end, he treated me…"
Propping her cheek, she swayed her head, gazing at the milk.
"I can't give him *this*—how humiliating! I'd never explain where it came from. If he knew, I'd rather die…"
Shaking her head, she covered her face.
"Argh! Why did Sawamura do *that*? He was so skilled… it felt so good…"
Stamping her feet, Yui let out a mortified whimper.
Then, inspiration struck.
Grabbing her phone, she dialed her friend Yorita Miko.
"What's up, Yui?"
Miko was doing homework, having bathed earlier, her voice languid as always.
"Um, Miko, could you come over for a bit?"
"Sure, but what for?"
Miko's tone was listless, not from exhaustion but habit.
"Er, ahem, teach me to bake cookies again!"
"Didn't I teach you tons of times? Make them yourself…"
"This time's different—it *has* to be perfect! Please, help me!"
"Fine…" Miko sighed, tidying her desk. "You're hopeless. Be there in seven."
Living nearby, Miko could arrive in minutes.
"Yay, thanks, Miko!"
"You're so lively. Something good happen today?"
Miko could hear Yui's grin through the phone.
"Huh? N-no way!"
"Oh, really~?"
Miko teased, sensing Yui's evasion.
"Ugh, just hurry!"
"Alright, alright."
Miko, sensing Yui's shyness, hung up first.
The next day, with Hayasaka still indisposed, Kagura restrained himself, releasing only into her mouth before bathing, dressing, and heading to school.
"Morning!"
Kagura clapped Hikigaya's shoulder in greeting.
"Yo, morning."
Hikigaya returned the gesture, used to the routine. Dropping his satchel, Kagura realized it was still in the Service Club room.
"Oi, Kagura, where's your bag? No homework's one thing, but no bag? You're too bold," Hikigaya said, gesturing at Kagura's empty hands.
"…Left it in the old schoolhouse, damn." Kagura chuckled, shrugging. "Gonna grab it. Coming?"
"Oh… sure!"
Hikigaya followed eagerly.
Kagura led the way, Hikigaya slouching beside him, sneaking glances. After a stretch, he asked, "Why'd you leave your bag there?"
"Don't worry, nothing shady…"
Kagura touched his lips, stifling a laugh, recalling how he'd unwittingly pleasured Yuigahama Yui there yesterday afternoon, mistaking her for his sister or a maid waking him.
"That grin screams suspicious," Hikigaya muttered. Passing Class J, he spotted the doll-like Kasugano Sora and her mistress, Eriri, nudging Kagura. "By the way, do you and your sister share a maid?"
"'Share' sounds weird. My maids are proper, mind you."
"Not what I meant. Your sister brings her maid to school—why don't you?"
"Oh, that." Kagura smirked, patting Hikigaya's shoulder. "I've got a male servant—a butler, to be precise."
"Uh…"
Hikigaya tensed at the touch, sensing an odd vibe.
"Relax, I'm not into guys."
"Same."
"Good…"
Hikigaya silently rejoiced.
"But my butler? He's into guys—especially me. Always begging for kisses, offering to warm my bed."
Smith A. Hashaka was *very* fond of Kagura.
"…"
Hikigaya's mouth twitched, speechless.
"Haha, kidding! He's a charming lad, popular with girls. But yeah, having a cute maid at school stirs gossip, right?"
Kagura stretched, waving at a starry-eyed girl from the next class.
"No clue. My working-class parents don't afford me that luxury."
"Sorry."
"Back to your butler—doesn't he attend school with you?"
"He's an Irish refugee. Legal in Japan, but school's tricky, so he studies at home, handles chores, rarely comes here."
"Got it…"
Hikigaya nodded, mentally noting the complexities of elite families.
Soon, Kagura retrieved his satchel, and they returned to class.
"Yo, Katou, morning!"
At the classroom's back door, Katou Megumi, bag in tow, was entering.
"Good morning, Lord Sawamura."
She curtsied playfully, lifting her skirt's hem slightly.
"What's that? Stop teasing me!"
Kagura laughed, while Megumi tilted her head, her expression neutral yet somehow amused—like a Mona Lisa.
Hikigaya didn't greet her, but Megumi turned, saying, "Morning, Hikigaya."
"Oh… morning!"
He replied nervously.
Megumi nodded calmly, taking her seat.
Once she was gone, Hikigaya whispered to Kagura, "Thanks to you, I finally spoke to a girl after years."
"Damn, that's *rough*!"
"You privileged jerk can't fathom my pain."
"Pfft!"
Kagura flipped him off; Hikigaya countered with a deadpan stare and his own middle finger, winning the exchange.
Yet Kagura empathized, seeing echoes of his past life's struggles in Hikigaya, prompting subtle care.
After school, Kagura habitually visited the old schoolhouse, ascending to the fifth floor and knocking on the weathered wooden door.
"Come in."
Yukinoshita's voice, as ever, was melodious.
The door creaked open, and seeing her lifted Kagura's spirits. "Tough day, huh?"
"You too," she replied, closing her book, eyeing him before gesturing to yesterday's sofa. "Looks like you retrieved your satchel promptly."
"Grabbed it this morning. Went to class empty-handed—would've been stuck standing if my deskmate hadn't reminded me." Kagura shut the door, pointing to the seat. "Mind if I sit here?"
"Of course, be my guest."
Yukinoshita tilted her head gracefully, gesturing with her right hand.
*Good, he didn't come back yesterday afternoon—any lingering scents would've been mortifying,* she thought, relieved.
"Sweet!"
Kagura tossed his satchel down, grabbed *The Cherry Orchard* from the shelf, and settled in.
"Sawamura, I permitted the seat, not the book. Such presumptuous choices might earn a lady's disfavor."
"What, I can't continue from yesterday?"
Kagura waved the book at her.
"It's not forbidden," Yukinoshita said, gesturing to the shelf, "but perhaps another?"
Her annotations filled the pages, and she was loath to share them, though too proud to admit it.
"What, books have beginner and expert levels now? Think I can't handle it?"
"I'd rather not say, as truth often wounds."
Yukinoshita feigned pity, gazing at the sunset with theatrical sorrow.
"…"
Kagura briefly fantasized about tossing the book at her.
But then—*She's my future wife. A spirited wife's charming, no?*
Still, he kept the book, flipping to his page with a smug hum, asserting his independence.
Seeing his resolve, Yukinoshita, too refined to snatch it, shifted topics. "How did things progress with Yuigahama yesterday?"
"Honestly? Decent. Why ask?"
"No reason. I'm glad it went well."
Her eyes returned to her book, thinking, *He's shy about his crush, too embarrassed to share.*
"…"
Kagura found her question odd but shrugged it off, resuming his reading.
"Have you pondered your future, Sawamura?"
"Future… marriage?"
He answered instantly.
"…Anything else?"
Yukinoshita faltered, inwardly scoffing, *So fixated on marriage?*
"Not really. Just living it up—eat, drink, play."
"A truly unadorned existence."
She couldn't resist a veiled jab.
"Oh, calling me a fool emperor like Sima Zhong, huh?"
Kagura caught her reference.
"Oh? You understood. I thought you'd take it as praise."
Yukinoshita blinked, chuckling behind her hand.
"Cut it out!"
Kagura rolled his eyes, impressed she knew Chinese history.
*She's even more intriguing,* he thought.
"Well, regarding 'play,' I assume music's part of it for you."
"You get it." Kagura relaxed, switching to Chinese. "Didn't expect you to read history."
"You… hello? Thank you, xiaolongbao?" Yukinoshita blinked, waving apologetically. "Was that Chinese? I know little, but I recognized the cadence."
"My dad's a top diplomat. Knowing languages is par for the course."
"Fair point."
She coughed, offering a Spanish phrase.
Kagura replied in kind, and they traded foreign tongues, each growing fonder of the other.
Yukinoshita, beyond Japanese, spoke five languages—French, Spanish, Russian, English, German—honed during two years in England.
Kagura knew seven, including hers, plus Arabic and Chinese, taught by his father, who knew even more.
"Fine, you win—I concede," Yukinoshita admitted reluctantly, then straightened. "But I'll surpass you someday."
"Do as you like. Seven's enough to roam the world."
"Such lack of ambition…"
"And you're brimming with it?"
"I—!" Yukinoshita began, but caught Kagura's suggestive glance at her chest, realizing his double entendre. Blushing, she clutched her chest. "Sawamura, I reject all forms of harassment. Mind your words."
"Yeah, yeah."
Kagura waved it off.
*Knock, knock.*
Someone rapped on the Service Club door.
Yukinoshita, about to scold him, composed herself. "Come in."
The door creaked, and Yuigahama Yui bounded in, waving cheerfully. "Yo, hello! Afternoon, you two!"
"Uh… afternoon," Yukinoshita replied, puzzled by the quirky greeting, wondering what culture spawned "yo hello."
"Hehe!" Yui giggled, closing the door and hopping over. Bowing to Kagura, she said, "Thanks for yesterday's help. I'm so grateful."
"No biggie. You 'helped' me too, in a way."
Kagura's words carried a hidden meaning.
Having only ever tasted Hayasaka Ai's intimacy, yesterday's encounter with Yui was a milestone—though he regretted it wasn't Yukinoshita.
"Hey, you're still on about that!"
Yui pointed at him, cheeks puffing redly.
"Yuigahama, if this man has acted improperly or made suggestive remarks, don't hesitate—report him," Yukinoshita said sternly, eyeing them suspiciously.
"Huh? No, nothing like that…"
Yui turned to Yukinoshita, laughing awkwardly, scratching her cheek, clearly hiding something.
Kagura and Yukinoshita exchanged a look, both exasperated.
*She's a terrible liar,* they thought.
"Oh, right! Yukinoshita, thank you too. Here's for you—and, um, Sawamura, you too. Sorry it's so simple."
Yui revealed a bag, presenting each a pack of bear-shaped cookies wrapped in shiny plastic with purple-pink ribbons, exquisitely crafted.
She wasn't great at deception but excelled at deflection.
"No worries, it's the thought that counts."
"The taste matters too," Yukinoshita interjected.
"Whatever you say."
Kagura jutted his chin at her, about to eat when a system voice interrupted.
"Lord Kagura, new quest. Choose one or skip:
A: Eat a cookie.
B: Drink green tea.
C: Lift a girl's skirt."
"I'll take A. I was gonna eat anyway."
Reality snapped back. Kagura shook the cookie bag, winking at Yui. "Can I try one?"
"Huh? Yes, please!"
Yui blushed, feigning calm as she gestured.
Kagura ate, Yui watching intently, unnerving him. Only when he swallowed did she relax.
Initially wary of tampered cookies, Kagura's impression of Yui—kind, not malicious—eased his doubts. The cookie burst with creamy sweetness, lingering delightfully. He gave Yui a thumbs-up. "Incredible! That milky flavor's divine!"
"Thank you for completing the quest. Reward: [Absolute Focus] x1, Triple Energy/Stamina Potion x1."
"Absolute Focus? What's it do?"
"Like [Girl's Secret], it's a one-use, lifelong item. It grants the target extreme focus on their current interest, undisturbed for hours. Not recommended for self-use."
"Sounds like a double-edged sword. Alright, dismiss."
Kagura tucked it away, returning to reality. "Well… glad you like it."
Yui shyly tapped her fingers together.
*He ate it! Sawamura didn't mind… I used my own milk, no cow's. If he knew, he'd be furious. I can't tell him.*
Yukinoshita, watching, softened, unwrapping her cookies. Chewing delicately, she closed her eyes. "It's infused with sincerity. I did little—you did the rest. Thank you."
"No, no, your words gave me courage!" Yui waved, bowing again.
"That's enough," Yukinoshita said, rising with a smile. "Welcome to the Service Club. Any troubles to share?"
Yui had none, only delivering her thanks.
The trio chatted briefly before parting ways.
The first week of school ended. On April 6, Kagura was to take Hayasaka Ai to Aki Tomoya's home for "lessons" at 10 a.m. Due to Ai's unique status, they'd travel separately.
At 8 a.m., Ai's morning ministrations roused Kagura, who released his morning vigor into her mouth, careful not to overdo it to avoid delaying her.
"Mmm…"
Ai, kneeling on the bed, struggled to swallow the thick load in batches.
"Still on your cycle, Hayasaka?"
Kagura groaned, frustrated.
Having only recently savored her, her sudden indisposition was torture—like gold dangled before a thief, untouchable.
"You're quite impatient. You used to wait five or six days patiently."
Ai licked stray traces from her fingers with a blank expression, lifting her skirt dully. "Today's likely the last day—flow's light. Tomorrow, you can indulge in your favorite pastime, like a shameless mutt."
"Fine, this mutt'll wait," Kagura grumbled.
The system chimed again, but he snapped, "Skip it!"
"You've skipped the quest. Reward: [Cleanse] ability."
"Cleanse? Tell me more!"
Kagura perked up. Abilities intrigued him more than the increasingly cryptic items he'd received since his first day's dual abilities.