From Murakami Yuu's perspective, Anna Kinomiya had a very good figure.
Her legs, usually hidden by her long skirt, were straight and long, with a healthy aura unique to youth. Her curves were perfect.
After being stunned for a moment, Murakami Yuu finally came to his senses. He didn't continue examining further and tried hard to lift his gaze from the absolute territory exposed below to Anna Kinomiya's face.
Their gazes met at close range. Murakami Yuu noticed her cheeks were slightly flushed, but emotionally there wasn't the slightest waver or shyness. She just looked directly at him, her eyes clear but with an indescribable excitement.
"..."
What is this situation?
His brain began rationally analyzing again under extreme shock.
Come to think of it, the question she just asked me was "Why does this situation occur?" So what situation is she referring to?
"Can't you see clearly?"
Anna Kinomiya said this and took a small step forward. The pleasant fragrance from her body also drifted over, making Murakami Yuu's mind waver.
"Wait, President! Please wait!"
Murakami Yuu's back was against the conference table, his hands supporting himself on it. There was nowhere left to retreat.
"I don't quite understand what you mean. What answer exactly are you trying to get from me?"
No teenage boy could resist the fantastically ideal scene of a beautiful girl with an excellent figure and appearance lifting her skirt. Although reason continuously restrained his behavior, his eyes seemed to have their own ideas, frantically and continuously sending "Let me see!" command requests to his brain.
Anna Kinomiya lowered her eyes in thought for a while, then slowly nodded.
"I apologize. My explanation was too general. It's quite normal that Murakami Yuu-kun didn't understand. Let me explain in detail."
Seeming somewhat tired, she released the hem of her skirt with both hands. Those blood-pumping curves were once again hidden within.
Murakami Yuu breathed a sigh of relief. Although he wasn't averse to the scene just now, being continuously exposed to it would inevitably cause his heart to race, blood pressure to rise, and make thinking impossible.
Then Anna Kinomiya reached both hands to her waist. The zipper moved from top to bottom. The long skirt, losing its attachment, fell to the floor under gravity.
What are you doing! Anna Kinomiya! You're this school's respected president! The model student among model students in the teachers' eyes!
Murakami Yuu's head exploded. The scene before him continued its impact. He swallowed but felt his throat burning, as dry as if deprived of water on a scorching summer day.
He wasn't some upright gentleman who could sit unmoved with a beauty in his lap. Such a scene had fatal attraction for him.
The nearly empty school building after school, the locked and enclosed student council room, rain falling outside the window, a high school boy and girl alone together, close enough to hear each other's breathing, the atmosphere becoming strange...
Murakami Yuu's retreating movement even pushed the large conference table, making a scraping sound against the floor.
"Last time."
Feeling Murakami Yuu's gaze, Anna Kinomiya felt her body heating up. Not knowing what this situation represented, she didn't pay it much attention.
"Last time?"
"Also in the student council room. Last time you protected me and we accidentally fell on the floor together."
"What was the problem with that time?"
"Mm."
Anna Kinomiya answered softly, her hands slowly hugging her body. She felt her body was somewhat out of her control.
"That time when I accidentally fell on Murakami-kun, my body became somewhat strange."
Her tone was somewhat off. She pulled up the front of her long white shirt.
"Specifically manifested here."
Following her indication, Murakami Yuu's gaze shifted once more...
Is this what she means by "specific manifestation"?!
Feeling the changes in his body, Murakami Yuu didn't dare continue looking. He didn't want to keep following her train of thought. He needed to grasp the initiative. Before that, he needed to confirm something.
Closing his eyes and taking several deep breaths, after calming down by thinking about unrelated matters, Murakami Yuu's back left the conference table's edge, shifting from a defensive to an offensive posture.
His tone serious and extremely earnest, he said:
"President, do you know what you're doing right now?"
"I know. I'm asking Murakami-kun questions, hoping you can help me understand."
Looking at her eyes that contained not a trace of lust and were incredibly sincere, Murakami Yuu had no choice but to believe her words.
She really did think this way.
Thinking of what Sakata Gintoki had told him before - "Anna Kinomiya has been forbidden from childhood from having any contact with knowledge about the two sexes" - this answer gained another point of credibility.
She wasn't some kind of nymphomaniac, but truly wanted to get answers from him.
But why?
Just because of that previous accident?
Thinking this, Murakami Yuu asked again:
"Why come to me and not others, or ask your family about this question?"
"I can't tell Mama. If she knew I had physical contact with the opposite sex, she would definitely be very angry.
As for why not others, it's because only Murakami-kun makes me have this reaction."
Anna Kinomiya answered softly.
Murakami Yuu thought of their encounter at the hot spring inn. Her mother did indeed have that kind of rather forceful personality.
"That's probably because you haven't had contact with other males besides me, right, President?"
"It's not like that. It's not due to physical contact. I can confirm that."
Anna Kinomiya shook her head, her gaze very firm.
"It's the gaze."
"Gaze?"
"Since that accident last time, only when Murakami-kun's gaze falls on me does my whole body uncontrollably produce certain strange reactions. My heart beats very fast, and... just like now."
She frowned slightly. At some point, her whole body began to flush slightly, even her thighs beginning to tremble.
"Being directly looked at by Murakami Yuu-kun at such close range, that strange feeling seems even stronger. Can Murakami-kun tell me why this situation occurs? If you can't see clearly enough, you can get even closer."
A tragic product of regrettable conservative educational concepts. If he pushed her down on the conference table right now and did something strange, she probably wouldn't even understand what had happened...
Murakami Yuu did approach her and crouched down, picked up the long skirt, and carefully helped her put it on and zip it up. He sighed.
"Murakami... kun?"
Anna Kinomiya looked at Murakami Yuu with somewhat puzzled eyes.
"I understand the situation. First, let's stop standing and talking."
Murakami Yuu sat down first. After hesitating for a while, Anna Kinomiya followed her heart's judgment and sat down beside him.
His state of mind was still somewhat chaotic, but much better than before.
He glanced at her flushed face, thought for a moment, then took some tissues from the side. He himself became somewhat embarrassed.
"Any... anyway, wipe yourself off first. You should be able to do it yourself, right?"
Anna Kinomiya nodded and complied.
Murakami Yuu turned his head away.
See no evil, see no evil...
Murakami Yuu listened to the sound of tissue sliding across skin, somewhat distressed as he held his forehead with his hand.
Anna Kinomiya, who only reacted to him, yet she herself didn't know what this meant. She naturally wanted to get answers from him.
What kind of situation is this...
So then, what to do next?
How to handle the current situation?
How should he face Anna Kinomiya who was, in a sense, genuinely expressing herself?
...