Monday morning at Sainan High was usually a sleepy affair of yawning students and shuffling shoes. Today, however, walking through the gates felt like stepping onto a red carpet lined with landmines.
Rito walked with his head high, flanked by his "wives". On his right, Lala skipped along, humming a tune, her tail twitching with its usual carefree energy. On his left was Run, walking with a new, terrifyingly confident stride. Her uniform skirt swayed with a rhythm that seemed to match the pop song she'd debuted with, and she clung to Rito's arm with possessive pride, pressing her chest against his bicep.
The whispers started instantly. They weren't the usual "Yuuki is a pervert" whispers. They were loud, awed, and terrified.
"That's him. The King."
"Did you see the broadcast? Three hundred billion viewers."
"I heard he has the stamina of a beast. Run-chan was literally glowing on stage."
A familiar figure shoved his way through the gawking crowd. It was Saruyama, his eyes bulging and his expression a mix of sheer panic, envy and overwhelming respect.
"Rito! Dude!" Saruyama grabbed Rito's free shoulder, shaking him slightly. "I saw it! The whole world saw it! Three hundred billion people?! You didn't just get a girlfriend; you declared war on males! You're... you're a legend! Teach me your ways, King!"
Rito managed a strained smile. "It's... complicated, Saruyama."
"Complicated? You have a Princess and an Idol on each arm!"
Saruyama lowered his voice, grinning wildly. "The internet is calling you the 'Emperor of Harems'. Just... don't forget us little guys when you rule the galaxy, okay?"
Rito chuckled, feeling a bit of the tension ease. "I won't. Thanks, Saruyama."
He glanced at Run. She winked at him, a flush rising on her cheeks. She leaned in, whispering so only he could hear, ignoring Saruyama entirely.
"My seal is warm today, Rito-kun~♡." she murmured, her hand drifting to her stomach over her uniform. "It remembers last night."
Rito felt a jolt go straight to his groin. 'Dammit. I can't get hard at the school gate.'
Then, the atmosphere shattered.
He saw Sairenji Haruna standing by the shoe lockers.
She looked… diminished. Her shoulders were slumped, her usual bright aura gone. There were dark circles under her eyes, visible even through her glasses, as if she hadn't slept in forty-eight hours. She was staring at her locker, her hand trembling as she changed her shoes.
"Sairenji!" Rito called out, stepping away from Lala, Run, and Saruyama. His voice was desperate, cutting through the gossip.
Haruna froze. Her back stiffened. Slowly, she turned.
Her eyes met his, and for the first time in his two lives, there was no shy smile. There was no blush. There was only a raw, bruised hurt that hit Rito harder than any of Zastin's swords.
She didn't speak. She didn't even nod. She gripped her bag until her knuckles turned white, turned on her heel, and walked rapidly away, disappearing into the crowd of students.
Rito stood there, hand half-raised, the rejection stinging his chest.
"Yuuki Rito!"
A shrill voice cut through his guilt. Kotegawa Yui marched up to him, clipboard wielded like a weapon. She looked exhausted, her hair slightly frazzled, likely from managing the PR nightmare of having a student declare galactic polygamy on live TV.
"You have caused unprecedented disruption to the morals of this school!" Yui snapped, though her voice lacked its usual bite. Her eyes darted to his chest, specifically to the buttons of his shirt straining against his new muscle definition, and her cheeks dusted pink. "As punishment for the 'Trophy Incident' and the... general atmosphere... you are assigned to Library Duty for the next two weeks."
She adjusted her imaginary glasses, a gleam of calculated punishment in her eye. "And since Sairenji-san is the Head Librarian, she will be supervising you. Perhaps some quiet reflection will cure you of your... excessive urges."
Rito blinked. 'Library duty? With Sairenji?'
Yui thought she was punishing him. She had no idea she had just handed him the perfect battlefield.
…
The library was a tomb of silence, smelling of old paper, dust, and floor wax. The afternoon sun slanted through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air in lazy spirals.
It was just the two of them.
The librarian's desk was empty. The other students had cleared out, sensing the heavy, suffocating tension between the "King" and the Librarian.
Haruna was on a tall wooden stepladder in the back aisle, shelving heavy encyclopedias. She hadn't said a single word to him since he arrived.
Rito stood below, holding a stack of heavy reference books. But he wasn't looking at the books.
He was looking at her.
From this angle, the view was dangerous. Haruna reached up to place a book on the top shelf. As she stretched, her uniform blouse pulled tight across her back, outlining the strap of her bra. Her skirt rode up inches higher, revealing the smooth, pale curve of her calves and the back of her knees.
Rito felt his honest body reacting instantly. His blood heated. Even though she was ignoring him, especially because she was ignoring him, he wanted her.
"Sairenji…" Rito said, his voice rough, breaking the silence. "About the broadcast..."
"Please pass me the next volume, Yuuki-kun." she interrupted. Her voice was shaking, brittle as glass. She didn't look down.
"I want to explain." Rito pressed, stepping closer to the ladder. He put the books down on a shelf. "I know it looks... crazy. But I—"
"Crazy?" Haruna let out a short, wet laugh that sounded dangerously close to a sob. She reached for a high shelf, her balance wavering. "You have a fiancée. You have a girlfriend who is a galactic idol. You have... seals on them. And you're the future King of the Galaxy. It's not crazy, Yuuki-kun. It's just... worlds apart from me."
She reached higher, stretching for the top slot, her body extending to its limit.
Creak.
The old wooden step of the ladder, dry and brittle, gave a sharp snap.
"Ah—!"
Haruna's foot slipped. She flailed, tipping backward into empty air.
Rito didn't think. His reflexes, honed by tons of dodging alien tech and his rigorous physical training, kicked in instantly. He lunged forward.
He caught her.
But the momentum was too much for a standing catch. Rito stumbled back, his foot catching on the pile of dropped books.
CRASH!
They hit the floor hard.
Rito took the brunt of the impact, his back slamming against the carpeted floor, knocking the wind out of him. Haruna landed squarely on top of him, her body crashing against his chest, her legs tangling with his.
For a second, there was only silence and the sound of their ragged breathing.
…
For a moment, there was no sound in the library except the ragged, syncopated rhythm of their breathing and the settling dust motes dancing in the shaft of afternoon sunlight.
They were tangled together in the narrow aisle between the history and geography sections. Rito lay flat on his back, winded but unhurt thanks to his training. Haruna was straddling his waist, her hands pinned to his chest to brace herself. Her uniform skirt had flared out completely, riding high up her thighs, leaving her legs, clad only in knee-high socks, completely exposed against the dark fabric of his school trousers.
And Rito... Rito was already reacting.
Being this close to her, the girl who had been his first love in the canon, the girl whose shy smile had anchored him for years, was too much. His body, now hyper-responsive and conditioned by his recent "activities" with Lala and Run, didn't wait for permission.
His cock, already semi-hard from watching her stretch on the ladder, surged to full, demanding life.
Haruna froze.
She felt it. Through the fabric of his trousers and the thin cotton of her underwear, she felt the thick, hard ridge of him pressing intimately against her lower stomach. It was hot, solid, and unmistakably huge.
In the old days, Rito would have panicked. He would have screamed "I'm sorry!" flailed his arms, and probably accidentally unhooked her bra in his haste to escape.
This Rito didn't move.
He lay there, looking up at her. Her face was inches from his, flushed a brilliant, startled scarlet, her eyes wide and watery behind her glasses. Her scent, old books, faint vanilla, and the distinct, sweet smell of Haruna, filled his senses.
"Y-Yuuki-kun...!" she squeaked, her voice trembling as she tried to scramble backward. "I... I'm so sorry! I fell! I didn't mean to—"
"Sairenji." Rito said. His voice wasn't loud, but it was firm enough to stop her dead.
He didn't let go of her waist. His hands, stronger now and warm, held her hips, keeping her pressed against him.
"Don't move yet." he whispered, his gaze locking onto hers.
Haruna trembled, her arms shaking where they braced against his chest. She could feel the hard muscle of his pectorals beneath his shirt; another change she hadn't expected. "W-Why? We need to get up... Yui-chan might come back..."
"Because…" Rito said, his honest nature taking the wheel. He looked straight into her panicked, beautiful eyes, ignoring the embarrassment burning his own ears. "Because you're close to me. And... you smell really good."
Haruna's breath hitched. She stared at him, stunned by the direct, unabashed compliment.
"And," Rito continued, his voice dropping an octave, "if you move now... I don't think I can stop myself."
He shifted his hips upward just a fraction, a deliberate, agonizingly slow grind.
The movement pressed his 9-inch hardness firmly into the soft V of her legs. Haruna gasped, her eyes widening as the sheer scale of him registered against her anatomy. It was a heavy, throbbing pressure that sent a jolt of electricity straight through her nervous system.
"Y-Yuuki-kun...!" she gasped, her face burning so hot she felt dizzy. "You're... you're..."
"I'm excited." Rito admitted, not breaking eye contact. "Because it's you, Sairenji."
The words hung in the air, heavier than any book in the room.
Haruna's struggle stopped. She looked down at him, confusion warring with the hurt in her eyes.
"Me?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "But... you have Lala-san. You have Run-chan, you will have a harem in the future. You have... the Seals. You're the King. Why would you... getting excited over me?"
"Because the Harem Plan isn't just about numbers." Rito said, his hand moving slightly, his thumb brushing the fabric of her skirt just above her hip bone, dipping under to trace the edge of her panties, feeling the slickness there. "It's about the people I care about. And I care about you, Sairenji. I always have."
He shifted again, the friction causing a visible shudder to run through her small frame, her nipples scraping against his chest, clit pulsing against the ridge of him.
"Whatever title I have... whatever happens... I still react to you." Rito murmured. "My body knows it. Can't you feel it?"
Haruna bit her lip. She could feel it. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating. The hard ridge beneath her was terrifying and fascinating all at once. For a second, the image of the "King" vanished, replaced by the boy she liked, only stronger, bolder, and wanting her.
Her thighs relaxed slightly, settling her weight further onto him. The intimacy deepened, her damp panties molding to his shape, clit grinding slow circles against the bulge.
"Y-You..." she stammered, unable to look away from his intense amber eyes. "You're... really bad, Yuuki-kun."
"I know." Rito whispered.
He lifted one hand from her waist, his fingers grazing her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The atmosphere was thick, charged with unspent tension. He leaned up slightly, closing the inch of distance between them.
Haruna didn't pull away. Her eyelids fluttered shut.
BAM!
The library doors slammed open with the force of a hurricane.
"YUUKI RITO!"
A familiar, furious voice roared across the room.
Haruna shrieked, scrambling off Rito in a flurry of limbs and skirt fabric, landing hard on her bottom next to him. Rito sat up, wincing as the loss of warmth left him aching, and looked toward the entrance.
Ren stood there in the doorway, panting heavily, a shinai in one hand and a look of absolute determination on his face.
"I heard you were trapped in here for punishment!" Ren yelled, oblivious to the heavy, sexual atmosphere he had just shattered. "This is my chance! I challenge you to a Duel of Silence! If I win, you must retract your declaration!"
Rito sighed, putting a hand over his face. 'Of course. Just when things were getting somewhere.'
Beside him, Haruna was hugging her knees to her chest, hiding her face. But Rito noticed she wasn't running away this time. And when he glanced at her, he saw that her ears were a deep, burning crimson.
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