Chapter 271: Kikyo Compensating Her Boyfriend in Other Ways
Someday, Kamuro would realize that She was actually very good to her. When that day came, not only Kamuro but also Yamamura Miki would be even more devoted to her. Fufu.
However, Arisu hadn't called Yamamura Miki over just to see Shimizu Akira's reaction to gaining a "five-star assistant"—though his reaction was indeed interesting, that was merely an appetizer.
"Has Ichinose Honami from Class 1-B made any special moves lately?" Sakayanagi Arisu asked flatly, lightly tapping the table.
"N-nothing special. She's still actively organizing class training for the sports events," Yamamura Miki reported in a small voice.
"Anyone particularly outstanding in sports in Class B?"
"Kanzaki Ryuji and Shibata Souta. Both have excellent athletic records..."
"Kanzaki... an old acquaintance. Any detailed info on Shibata Souta?"
"Yes... I have the data I gathered over the last few days on my phone." Yamamura glanced timidly at her phone, which was currently in her leader's hand.
"Oh, here." Arisu handed it back noncommittally.
Yamamura pulled up the organized files: A rising star in the soccer club, cheerful personality, high popularity.
A note mentioned he had invited Ichinose to the mixed three-legged race but was rejected, leaving him visibly dejected; suspected feelings for Ichinose.
The records showed him taking first place in almost every Class B male physical test, far outpacing Kanzaki.
It seemed Shibata Souta needed some "special attention." Arisu decided to spare Kanzaki for now; targeting the athletic ace was enough.
"Have you seen Class B's participation roster?"
"Not yet... but I'll keep a close eye on it during the final week!"
"No need," Arisu shook her head.
"No need? But if we don't get the preliminary match schedule..." Yamamura trailed off.
Arisu didn't answer. Instead, she dialed a number. "Ichinose-san, good afternoon. Yes, it's me, Sakayanagi Arisu—the mastermind who guessed your class's VIPs. My reason? I simply find your class eyesore. You were saved by Shimizu-kun on the island and relied on him again during the VIP exam. Without him, your class would have lost 150 points. I simply believe... your class is the weakest.
So, do you plan to keep hiding behind him? Or will you step out and have an open confrontation with Class A?
We can fully disclose our rosters. We'll decide the winner by the number of matches won.
The stakes... you decide. Don't rush to answer; you have two weeks before the deadline."
She hung up and placed the phone elegantly on the table.
"Are you wondering why I chose a direct confrontation?" she lightheartedly asked Yamamura. "Scheming is a means, but when you are strong enough, crushing them head-on is the true way of kings."
She snapped her fingers.
"Right on time. Those two should be arriving."
Two figures entered the cafe: a boy with curly hair and a frightening face, and the familiar Kamuro Masumi.
"Kito-kun, I'll need you to go all out this sports festival." Kito Hayato nodded silently.
"Kamuro, can I trouble you to join a few events?"
"Ha? Why should I—"
"A base reward of 30,000 points per event," Arisu interrupted with a smile. "An extra 20,000 for first place, and another 30,000 if you beat a Class B contestant. A single event can net you up to 80,000 points—not including school rewards."
"80,000?!" Kamuro was stunned. Five events meant a guaranteed 150,000 points even without a podium finish.
"Did you strike it rich? You're really targeting Class B..." Kamuro huffed. "Fine, for the points, I'll do it."
She was already annoyed with Shimizu's favoritism toward Class B.
This suited her perfectly.
Arisu glanced at Shimizu's profile picture. He probably didn't know that while Kamuro's intellect was worrying, her athletic ability was a solid B+; she was the strongest girl in Class A. Combined with Kito (Grade A), Arisu intended to crush Class B in both gender divisions.
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At 8:00 PM, a light knock came at Shimizu's door. "I'm here!"
Kushida Kikyo stood there in a cream-white short-sleeved blouse and a pale apricot pleated skirt. She had unbuttoned the second button, revealing a hint of her collarbone.
"Kikyo, you look cute tonight," Shimizu praised.
"Is it just me, or are you not surprised at all?" Kikyo pouted, sitting close to him on the bed. She pretended to be hot, unhooking another button. Finally, his calm gaze flickered.
"Fufu, so you're not totally unfazed!"
With a tug, Shimizu pulled her into his arms and kissed her neck.
"Wait! I didn't just come here for this! Is there something you forgot to tell me?" Kikyo sat up, face flushed but expression serious.
Shimizu apologized for the PE class incident, explaining he took the extra events because Chabashira offered 1 million points, plus the 3-million-point prize from the Chairman.
"That woman hired you? Wait... have you been hired for every exam?! Is that how you got the 20 million?!"
"Actually, I made most of it in the first month. Kikyo, remember the surveillance camera rentals? That was me."
Kikyo's eyes went wide. "You're Yue?!"
The person she had been messaging was her own boyfriend's alt account.
"You've been playing me from the start!" She bit his arm—not too hard, mostly because his muscles were too firm.
She remembered cursing "Yue" on the rooftop, calling him a despicable person and wishing he'd never find a girlfriend.
Now, she was that girlfriend…
"My mistake," Shimizu smiled, stroking her hair. "Don't bite there, it's too hard. Try the palm; it's easier."
Kikyo laughed despite herself.
"Fufu... I was just thinking... those other classes are so pathetic. 12 million points taken from them, and they were all danced around by my boyfriend. Ichinose, Ryuen, that girl with the cane... all in the palm of your hand. My boyfriend is amazing! As expected of the man I like."
Her "villainess" face vanished, replaced by her sweet mask.
Shimizu marveled at her acting range.
"Wait, you haven't leaked your identity, have you?" Kikyo turned serious. "If you ever transfer classes, let me know first so I can gather 'black material' on everyone in that class to use as weapons for you. I'll follow you eventually anyway."
"You're too good to me, Kikyo." He hugged her tighter.
"Well," Kikyo blushed. "Wang Mei-yu and Inogashira Kokoro have been nice to me, so I'd rather not target them if you leave."
"I have no plans to transfer yet. You're here, and my friends are here."
"Good." Kikyo relaxed. Then she turned playful. "Speaking of black material... I've got plenty. Sakura is an idol, Sudo's mother is a hostess, and Hasabe... she was a delinquent in middle school. Littering, spitting, the works."
"You and Hasabe are that close?"
"We're okay," she smiled. "But I heard Hasabe and Sakura invited my boyfriend to the pool." She leaned in.
"And don't think I didn't notice Ichinose's look. Have you two... done something intimate?"
"I was just teaching them to swim. As for Ichinose... yes, a little."
"How far?"
"Kissing."
Kikyo's face darkened. She squeezed his cheeks hard.
"Where did you touch?"
"Her thigh."
The other cheek got squeezed.
"Not the chest?"
"No."
"You move fast, Shimizu-kun! Even the other campus idol? Did she throw herself at you?"
"..."
"I knew it! That 'pure' girl is quite the temptress!" Kikyo huffed. She and Shimizu had taken a whole semester to get here. Ichinose had only been in the picture since summer.
"Shameless woman!"
Shimizu rubbed his red cheeks. "Sorry for making you jealous."
"I am jealous! Even if I agreed to the harem, hearing details sucks." She suddenly smiled sweetly.
"But since it happened... tell me, how did she react? Was she inexperienced? Was it her first time? Was it better than kissing me?"
Shimizu was speechless.
"Honestly, you're such a playboy," she sighed.
"Remember, no matter how many girls there are, I must always be the first. You promised."
"I won't break that promise."
Kikyo beamed and pulled his face down for a deep, punishing kiss, branding him with her scent.
"Shimizu-kun... I want to be closer."
She shed her blouse, revealing her pink lingerie. She guided his hand to her heart. The warmth and softness were like holding a warm cloud. Shimizu stiffened.
"Mm..." Kikyo moaned. This was the second time a boy had touched her there—both times it was him. But this time, it was love.
"How does it feel?"
"Great," he said honestly.
"You can continue..." she whispered.
Shimizu's hand tightened slightly, feeling her racing heart. As they kissed again, her fingers traced circles on his chest and moved downward.
"Kikyo, you—"
"The final step isn't allowed yet, because you haven't finished our deal. But at least... let me use a different 'method' to compensate you. It's a girlfriend's privilege."
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Later, Kikyo emerged from the bathroom, rubbing her aching wrist, her face still flushed.
'What was that? Reality is nothing like the textbooks... the duration, the... he's not a normal boy at all.'
She saw Shimizu looking guilty about her red wrist. She decided: 'Next time, definitely not using my hands. Too exhausting!'
"Shimizu, how far have you gone with Horikita?" she asked suddenly. "Have you kissed?"
"Just... the forehead."
"Pffft—hahaha!" Kikyo burst out laughing. "The forehead? Is she an elementary student? Next is the cheek? She should sit at the kids' table!"
Knowing she was miles ahead of the "top student" made her feel triumphant.
"Kikyo, actually..." Shimizu told her about his conversation with Suzune.
"Ha?! She thinks I 'listen' to her? She's delusional!" Kikyo's expression turned to disgust.
"But wait... she found out I was the anonymous sender and only told you? Fufu. She's head over heels for you, isn't she?"
"She has feelings, but maybe not 'head over heels'."
"She found dirt on me but gave the evidence to you because she's scared you'll hate her. Otherwise, she would have confronted me directly. I think I'll provoke her a little more."
"What are you planning now?"
"It's a secret~ Consider it punishment for Ichinose. But, since tonight went so well, I'll hold back during the sports festival. You can tell her that."
"Wait, back in the VIP exam... how did you know I was with Kamuro?"
"A woman's intuition," Kikyo laughed.
"Is it possible Kamuro noticed your harem plans too? When I went to the fortuneteller with Wang Mei-yu, that old lady hinted at it."
'Not the fortuneteller again...'
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