The Art Club's activity room.
In the otherwise empty room, Mio and Eriri were leisurely working through their lunch.
Even while she ate, Eriri kept slipping into yawns.
Watching her, Mio couldn't help saying, "Why don't we skip the tutoring this lunch? In your current state, nothing's going to stick anyway."
At that, Eriri said, a bit sheepishly, "Sorry. I'm the one who asked you to tutor me, and here I am being like this."
"It's fine. I should be free tonight—I could come tutor you then instead."
"That'd be too much trouble for you." It honestly hadn't occurred to Eriri that Mio might offer to tutor her in the evening.
This was supposed to be her problem, and Mio was this invested in helping. She was genuinely moved by it.
"It's no trouble. When I help you review, I'm basically reviewing for myself too," Mio said with a smile.
She didn't actually need to review—she had the System—but putting it that way made it easier for Eriri to accept.
Having finished lunch, Eriri was about to head back to her classroom for a rest when Mio stopped her—then pointed silently at her own thigh. The message was unmistakable.
Eriri weighed the cold, hard desk in her classroom against Mio's beautifully shaped thighs, then chose the activity room without a second thought.
She'd never imagined there'd come a day she'd be pillowing on Mio's thighs again.
Mio's thighs really were incredible.
Lying across them, Eriri shifted a little, and a silly smile crept involuntarily onto her face.
And that was when Mio's slightly embarrassed voice drifted down to her ear: "Eriri, if you move any further up, you're going to be under my skirt."
"Huh?!"
At Mio's words, Eriri realized that her shifting just now had moved her into a somewhat delicate position.
Even Eriri, once she noticed, couldn't stop a faint blush from coloring her pale cheeks.
"S—sorry. I didn't mean to."
"It's fine. If Eriri wants to go a little higher, it's not like that's off the table." As she said it, Mio pinched the hem of her skirt and lifted it ever so slightly.
Her hand was immediately pinned down by Eriri's. "That's enough! I don't want that!"
Face red, Eriri looked up helplessly at Mio. Did this white-haired little bitch truly not know the meaning of shame?
Still, Mio's little stunt just now would make great doujinshi material.
At the mention of doujinshi, Eriri couldn't help thinking back to the one she'd been drawing last night, and her expression instantly collapsed.
She was caught in a dilemma now—whether or not to finish the half-completed doujinshi.
If she didn't finish it, all that effort felt wasted. That was inspiration she'd painstakingly gathered, even if every last scrap of it had been harvested off Mio.
Besides, just because a doujinshi got drawn didn't mean she had to show it to anyone. She could treat it as a personal collector's piece. She really didn't want all that accumulated inspiration to go to waste.
She'd just… draw a yuri doujinshi. One she'd never actually drawn before.
At that resolution Eriri closed her eyes, relieved, and was asleep within moments.
She had no idea how long had passed when she felt someone gently shaking her. Opening her eyes, she saw Mio's beautiful face and that familiar smile.
"Eriri, time to head back to class."
"Yawn, that was a good nap. I feel so much better."
Eriri stood and stretched lazily. She wasn't sure if it was the effect of sleeping on Mio's thighs, but she felt refreshed.
As she was about to leave, she noticed Mio still hadn't moved. Puzzled, she asked, "What's wrong?"
"My legs are numb." Mio gave a wry smile.
Eriri instantly knew why.
A little embarrassed, she walked over to Mio and placed her hands on her thighs, intending to offer a massage—but she immediately realized this action looked, well, a little questionable.
She instinctively looked up and caught Mio's startled expression.
She yanked her hands back and stammered, "Th—that, I was just going to rub them out for you! I wasn't trying to do anything weird, I swear!"
"Oh. And here I thought Eriri was finally about to do something weird to me. Now you've got me all happy for nothing." Mio put on a disappointed expression—she felt this look was particularly punchable right now.
"...?"
If Mio hadn't just let her use her lap as a pillow, Eriri would have been sorely tempted to smack those thighs a couple of times.
At last, with five minutes to spare before class, Mio's numb legs recovered to walking condition.
Just as the two of them stepped out of the activity room, headed for class—
Eriri seemed to remember something and glanced warily around. Every time she came here with Mio, they somehow always ran into the Club President.
Scanning the area, she found no sign of her.
Eriri silently let out a relieved breath. Good, no run-in. Otherwise there'd be even more misunderstandings to deal with.
"Eriri, what are you looking at?" Mio asked curiously.
"Nothing. Class is about to start, let's hurry."
As their voices faded down the corridor, the Club President slowly emerged from around the corner. She adjusted her glasses, a delighted smile tugging at her lips.
In fact, the Club President had been there for a while. She'd only meant to return her art supplies to the activity room, but when she got to the door she realized someone was inside. Through a gap in the curtains, she'd caught sight of Eriri with her head on Mio's lap.
Eriri was literally pillowing on Mio's thighs, and she was still insisting to everyone—her included—that there was nothing going on between her and Mio.
This did not look like "nothing going on" from any angle you cared to examine it from.
The Club President's smile turned smug—but it didn't last long.
It was quickly replaced by undiluted envy.
She wanted a beautiful girl like Mio she could use as a lap pillow too.
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