The next day.
When Fumiya Jin woke up, he could see through the window that the sunlight outside was already quite intense.
This was definitely not the morning light of seven or eight o'clock... It was at least past nine.
Fumiya Jin immediately realized that he was late for school.
However, when he felt the slight movement in his arms and looked down... he felt that a small matter like school didn't really matter all that much.
The slender and delicate Miss Shiina was curled up softly in his embrace, her small head resting against his chest. Her eyes were closed, her nose twitched rhythmically, and her little face was completely dazed. She still seemed to be sleeping very soundly.
Due to the quilt obscuring his view, Fumiya Jin could only see the girl's neck, shoulders, collarbone, and the shadows of her curves...
But, even without seeing, his body, holding the girl, could directly feel the ultimate softness radiating from her skin. It was a bit like a wet bar of soap, slippery and smooth, making it hard to let go.
The girl didn't seem to be in that deep of a sleep either.
After a few unconscious whimpers, her long eyelashes fluttered...
She opened her eyes, rubbed them, and then saw the chest in front of her.
She seemed a bit surprised, too, probably the first time in her life waking up in this state...
She stared blankly for several seconds before looking up, a bit dazed, her gaze meeting Fumiya Jin's.
"Good morning, Miss Shiina," Fumiya Jin smiled slightly and said softly.
The girl paused slightly upon hearing this.
Then her brow furrowed slightly, and she shook her head.
"Not Miss Shiina."
Fumiya Jin paused, then realized what she meant and smiled: "Mashiro, good morning?"
The girl's slightly furrowed brow then relaxed, "Good morning, Jin."
But her relaxed brow only stayed that way for less than three seconds. As she tried to snuggle deeper into Fumiya Jin's embrace, it wrinkled up again...
And this time, it was furrowed even more tightly, carrying a hint of pain.
"Hiss..." The girl sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
Fumiya Jin was startled.
Then he instantly understood why.
He held her tightly with both hands, temporarily steadying her body so she wouldn't move around.
"Don't move around just yet. It seems we went a bit too hard last night," Fumiya Jin said, gently stroking her fuzzy little head.
Then he raised his head slightly and scanned the room.
Scattered on the floor around the bed were Fumiya Jin's clothes, pants, a slightly torn cat-girl dress, and a pair of crumpled, sticky black stockings...
On the floor, the windowsill, the window glass, the bedside table, one could vaguely see some faint marks—traces left behind by certain liquids after they had dried...
Last night truly was a rather crazy night.
At first, Fumiya Jin had considered that this was definitely Mashiro's first time, so he planned to stop after just a taste.
Just making her his "queen" would be enough. As for enjoying their pleasure, there was plenty of time for that in the future.
But it couldn't be helped.
One, the little cat-girl was just too cute, making him lose control. Two, this girl was simply a natural-born talent at fanning the flames.
Fumiya Jin had originally planned to let her off.
She suddenly turned her head with a blank expression and said: "Is it over already... Then there's still time to draw."
Fumiya Jin lost it right then and there.
She had said that, so what else could he do?
Not even God himself could save her then!! And so... this crazy night happened...
Thankfully, Mashiro was probably the type with a high pain threshold. If she were the type that was difficult to... breach, she probably would have fainted from the pain long ago.
But not only did Mashiro not faint, she even became a little proactive in the latter half... Otherwise, they wouldn't have carried on so late.
...
After holding the girl tenderly for ten minutes, Fumiya Jin helped her check the extent of her... injuries.
It wasn't serious, just a little red and swollen.
It didn't hurt much when lying down, but walking on her own would probably be quite difficult.
So, Fumiya Jin had her rest well in bed while he went downstairs to make her breakfast.
Arriving in the kitchen, he thought about what to make, when he suddenly remembered that Japan seems to have a tradition...
So he left the house, went to the nearest convenience store, and bought a small bag of red beans.
While checking out, he thought for a moment, and went back to grab another bag.
After paying, he thought about it carefully... He turned around and bought three more bags.
...
Half an hour later, Fumiya Jin went upstairs carrying a bowl of red bean rice (sekihan) and a glass of warm milk.
He walked into Mashiro's bedroom. Mashiro was still in the same position as when he left, lying flat on her back obediently. Only her small head turned to look at him, her watery eyes flowing with soft, alluring waves.
This girl... how did she become even more alluring after this "battle"? Just her gaze alone was enough to make one's body heat up.
Fumiya Jin brought the red bean rice and milk to the bedside and placed the bowl and glass on the nightstand.
Mashiro immediately tried to sit up, but he stopped her. He sat on the bed and helped her sit up slowly.
Next, Fumiya Jin fed her the milk, and then began to feed her breakfast...
After a few bites, Mashiro looked at Fumiya Jin inquisitively, "Aren't you eating?"
Fumiya Jin thought for a moment, then nodded and smiled: "I am." Then he fed himself a bite, "It's pretty good."
And so, the two of them finished the red bean rice, feeding each other bite by bite.
After finishing, Fumiya Jin put the bowl on the nightstand. He didn't immediately take it downstairs, but instead crawled back into bed and lay down with Mashiro.
Mashiro instinctively snuggled into his embrace, but also asked curiously: "School... aren't you going?"
Fumiya Jin patted her head, "With you in this state, I can't just leave you at home alone, can I?"
"I... I'm fine," Mashiro shook her head, "It doesn't hurt that much. As long as I don't run, it's okay."
"That won't do either," Fumiya Jin rubbed her head, "At least, I'll spend this morning resting with you. I do have some things to take care of this afternoon, though."
"Oh..."
Hearing this, Mashiro's face remained expressionless. But after responding, her small head buried itself deeper into Fumiya Jin's chest, and a hint of happiness flickered in her watery eyes...
... ...
4:00 PM. Shuchiin Academy, the main auditorium.
"...In conclusion, I believe that Suou-san is the perfect candidate to serve as the next student council president. I ask that you all support her and vote for her. Thank you."
Fumiya Jin finished reading his speech methodically, gave a slight bow, and left the stage.
Thundering applause and cheers immediately erupted from below the stage.
This wasn't because his speech was particularly well-written or delivered with stirring emotion.
It was simply because he was handsome and overwhelmingly popular. Even if he had spouted nonsense, the applause and cheers from the girls in the audience would have been just as loud.
What's more, the rumors about him and Yuki Suou were already known throughout the entire school.
So right now, many of the cheers from the audience were mischievous slogans like "Support true love!" and "True love is invincible!"
With so many people teasing, the commotion was naturally quite significant.
Amidst the lively noise, Fumiya Jin arrived at the backstage entrance.
Yuki Suou and Kimijima Ayano were standing there.
The supporting speaker was finished, and next up was the candidate herself, Yuki Suou, to give her speech.
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