"Do you want to hug me again?"
"Maybe..."
"I know what you want..."
"Really?" the boy responded again...
"You want to kiss me, don't you?" the girl asked bluntly.
The distance between them could easily be measured; their faces were now even closer than before. The girl's pink lips were only a few centimeters from his, and he couldn't hold back any longer.
Kei, completely beside herself, rushed toward Ayanokouji and Horikita, her screams echoing through the theater.
"YOU TWO, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!" she raged, her face red with anger as she shook Ayanokouji by the shoulders.
Ayanokouji, as always, showed no reaction, accepting his fate with a completely impassive expression.
"..." I think what's happening on the screen is already self-explanatory enough.
He knew there was no escape, it was all downhill from here, there was no way to go back up.
Kei had to hold back the urge to slap her boyfriend for daring to say that to her face.
Horikita, on the other hand, was completely red, her eyes wide as she watched her future self say those words bluntly.
"I... I... I..." she stammered, unable to form a complete sentence.
Her body was hot, and it wasn't just from embarrassment as she shifted her thighs. She knew she couldn't deny it, because deep down...
She wanted it.
She wanted it so much that her lower body was burning just by seeing it on the screen.
Ryuuen, laughing so hard he looked like he was about to lose his breath, had to lean on Ishizaki and Albert to keep from falling out of his chair again.
"PFFFT- KUKUKU... HORIKITA, YOU'RE BEING VERY BOLD, HUH?!"
Sakayanagi, still maintaining her elegant posture, chuckled softly, her eyes shining with amusement.
"My, my... I didn't know you were so assertive when it comes to Ayanokouji-kun, Horikita-san."
Ichika, completely excited, clapped her hands as if she were watching an intense movie.
"THAT'S IT, HORIKITA!" she yelled, excited. "Go for it, kiss him already!"
Ichika was a little jealous, but her excitement and the desire to see the chaos it would cause were stronger.
Sato, looking at the screen in shock, clenched her fists, feeling a mix of betrayal and indignation.
"You... you can't be serious, Horikita! Do you really think this of my best friend's boyfriend?!"
Chiaki, blushing, didn't know whether to laugh or step away to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
Ichinose, trying to remain neutral, bit her lower lip, feeling a slight pang of jealousy while watching that scene unfold.
"This is going too far..." she murmured, crossing her arms, unsure whether she should get involved.
Kei, still holding onto Ayanokouji, abruptly turned to Horikita, pointing a finger at her.
"YOU... WHY ARE YOU STILL HOLDING BACK NOW?! THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU WANTED, YOU—"
Horikita, bursting with embarrassment, shrank even further into her seat, covering her face with her hands.
"LEAVE ME ALONE! I WANT TO DISAPPEAR FROM HERE!"
Meanwhile, Ayanokouji simply accepted his fate, taking a deep breath.
He didn't know how it could possibly get worse...
"You were lucky the creator of this timeline didn't add a lemon scene in this chapter, otherwise, it could've gotten worse, Kiyo-san. You're lucky because it will get worse, but not at an absurd level," Ryota thought nervously while reading the remaining scenes of this part.
Both felt a fire threatening to consume them from within if they didn't let it out... When did they fall this far?
"I'm not stopping."
"I know, I don't want you to stop."
Kiyotaka took a deep breath...
And he moved in on Horikita.
In a swift motion, the brown-haired boy completely captured the black-haired girl. Their lips met passionately, almost begging to feel every part of their lips together.
Chaos erupted instantly in the theater room.
The sound of their passionate kiss echoing on the screen was like thunder to everyone present.
Kei, utterly furious, trembled with rage, tears building in her eyes. Her body was rigid, as if her mind was trying to process what she had just seen, but simply refusing to accept the reality.
"You… YOU BETRAYED ME, AYA-NO-KOU-JI!!!" she screamed, her voice full of anger and despair, not even calling him by his first name.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into the palms of her hands as her body trembled with pure indignation.
Ayanokouji, on the other hand, simply sighed calmly.
He already knew.
He knew his relationship with Kei was beyond saving, and he didn't regret it ending.
Beside him, Horikita was an emotional wreck.
She couldn't take her eyes off the screen.
Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing uneven, and her heart racing.
She wanted it.
She wanted it so much.
Seeing her future self give into that kiss, she realized there was no denying it: she wanted Ayanokouji.
Even with Kei screaming in rage and the atmosphere burning, Horikita couldn't help but lightly bite her lower lip, feeling a wave of heat wash over her body.
Ryuuen, on the other hand, was having a great time.
He threw himself back in his chair, bursting into uproarious laughter.
"NOW THIS IS A REAL DEMONSTRATION OF POWER! SHOW HIM WHO'S BOSS, AYANOKOUJI!!!" he shouted, just to provoke Kei even more.
Sakayanagi, watching it all more restrained, blushed slightly, placing her hand on her lips while chuckling softly.
"My, my... What an audacious scene." she commented, enjoying the chaos unfolding.
Ichika, completely pumped, almost jumped out of her seat.
"I KNEW IT!!!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. "I KNEW that hug triggered something in Horikita! And look, she went all in!"
Ichika was visibly the one who had no fear of Kei's anger.
Sato, furious, turned abruptly to Horikita, indignation plastered on her face.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS, HORIKITA?! HE'S MY BEST FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND! DON'T YOU HAVE ANY SHAME?! SHE WAS YOUR FRIEND TOO!"
Chiaki, extremely flushed, looked away, trying not to get too involved in the drama that was unfolding.
"I predicted this would happen." Kushida thought calmly, watching the screen with a hint of jealousy.
Ichinose, for her part, remained silent.
She lightly bit her lip, feeling a strange sensation inside her. Jealousy? Envy?
She wasn't sure, but the fact that she was seeing Ayanokouji kissing Horikita like that bothered her much more than it should have.
Meanwhile, Kei just collapsed.
The tears she had tried to hold back finally streamed down her face, and her voice trembled as she spoke.
"I... I trusted you... I trusted you so much..." Her voice was low, full of pain and disappointment.
She wiped the tears away forcefully, her eyes overflowing with a mix of rage and sadness.
"You're trash, Ayanokouji! TRASH
She then turned to Horikita, approaching with heavy steps.
— "AND YOU! YOU'RE THE WORST! THERE'S NO POINT IN LOOKING ALL SORRY LIKE A PUPPY, I KNOW YOU WANTED THIS TOO!"
Horikita couldn't respond.
Because Kei was right.
She wanted it.
She wanted it very much.
And now...
There was no denying it anymore.
The silence in the room was broken by Horikita's firm tone, her voice carrying a confidence no one expected.
— "Yes, I really wanted this! Are you happy to hear it?!"
The impact of her words was immediate.
Kei's eyes widened, her whole body trembling, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. Her face was red with anger and indignation, and her eyes shimmered with tears of frustration.
— "You... you..."
She lunged at Horikita without thinking twice, but was quickly restrained by Sato and Chiaki.
— "LET ME GO! I'LL DEAL WITH HER!!!"
Ichika pouted, looking disappointedly at Sato.
— "Ahhh, just let them fight a little! It'll be fun!"
Sato shouted angrily, holding Kei tightly while trying to stop the situation from escalating.
— "YOU'RE NOT HELPING, ICHIKA!!!"
Ichika, however, laughed loudly, thoroughly enjoying the scene.
— "Oh, sorry! But I really wanted to see a catfight here!"
Meanwhile, Ayanokouji sighed calmly, approaching Kei and gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
— "Kei, no one here is a child. We can resolve this calmly—"
The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the room.
The scene was so unexpected that everyone held their breath for a second.
Kei had slapped Ayanokouji hard in the face.
Her eyes were filled with tears, her face contorted in pain and anger, and her hands were still trembling.
— "You... you bastard...!" — Her voice came out choked, filled with bitterness.
The impact of the slap still resonated in the room, everyone watching in shock, waiting to see how Ayanokouji would react.
He blinked calmly, showing no surprise.
If he wanted, he could have easily avoided it.
But he chose not to.
Because, deep down, he knew Kei needed this.
If that slap helped her calm down a bit, then it was worth it.
He slowly lifted his eyes, looking directly at Kei.
— "If that made you feel better... then it's fine."
But Kei didn't respond.
She just stood there, staring at him with eyes full of pain, while everyone around absorbed the gravity of the situation.
The emotional impact of the scene hung over the room, creating an almost suffocating tension.
Ichinose and Horikita glared furiously at Kei, both their eyes burning with reproach.
Ichinose, who always tried to maintain calm and positivity, now wore a serious expression. Her chest rose and fell quickly, as if she was holding back from exploding.
Horikita, on the other hand, bit her lower lip, her expression a mixture of disbelief and anger.
But before either of them could say anything, Kei immediately cut them off.
— "No one says anything!"
Her voice trembled, but she maintained her posture, even as tears rolled down her face.
She didn't know what to do.
The feeling of helplessness and frustration was crushing her chest, and all she wanted in that moment was to escape.
But even that wasn't an option.
This damn theater, this damn sadistic god, everything conspired against her.
If she could just go to her room and hide from all this...
But she couldn't.
Her shoulders slumped, her breathing became more irregular, and slowly, she curled up in the chair, hugging her knees.
— "I just... want to get out of here..."
Her voice was weak, almost inaudible.
And then, silent tears took over her.
The atmosphere was still charged, but little by little, the tension gave way to something else...
Ryuen, as always, waited for the right moment to intervene.
He held back a laugh, watching Kei still curled up in her chair and Ayanokouji sitting calmly, as if nothing had happened — despite the very visible red mark on his face.
— "So, Ayanokouji... is your face alright?" — He asked with a provocative smile, crossing his arms and leaning forward, clearly enjoying the situation.
Ayanokouji, without showing any emotion, simply glanced at Ryuen and responded in the same calm tone as always:
— "I'm fine."
Horikita furrowed her brow, looking at his face.
The mark was still very visible… why was he acting as if it was nothing?
Even without saying anything, she mentally asked Ryota for something that could help.
And as expected, he responded immediately.
With a simple snap of his fingers, a small ice pack appeared in her hands.
Without hesitation, Horikita stood up and walked towards Ayanokouji.
He immediately tried to refuse, turning his face slightly to the side.
— "You don't need to."
But Horikita completely ignored his refusal and pressed the ice against the injured spot, firmly, yet carefully.
— "I don't care." — She replied, with a firm and determined tone. — "I'll do what I think is best."
That was enough to spark the provocations.
Ryuen let out a low laugh, Ichika smiled mischievously, and Sakayanagi covered her mouth while softly laughing.
— "What's this, Horikita? Caring about another man in front of everyone like this?" — Sakayanagi teased, her sharp eyes gleaming with amusement.
— "Seems like a little too much care for someone who says they don't care." — Ichika added, glancing sideways at Kei, who was still hunched over in the chair, visibly hurt.
— "If she was already wanting that kiss, now she's taking care of him with such care… Could it be that Kei's slap made Horikita realize she has to act fast?" — Ryuen mocked, crossing his legs and laughing shamelessly.
Ichinose, who had been trying to control herself, discreetly bit her own finger, feeling a tightness in her chest.
— "…I wish I were in her place." — She thought, feeling a sharp sting of bitter jealousy.
She couldn't take her eyes off the scene.
Horikita, so naturally, placing ice on Ayanokouji's face…
And him accepting it without resistance.
Kei's anger and jealousy were understandable.
But... what was she supposed to feel? She wasn't his girlfriend.
She didn't even know how to define what she felt, but all she knew was that she was angry and jealous of Horikita.
When Kiyotaka lunged at her, he immediately held her by the waist, while she wrapped her arms around his neck. Kiyotaka didn't resist for a moment; in fact, he was grateful to the girl with black hair for doing this, as it allowed him to feel her body pressed against his.
Their first kiss was not like something from a love story; it was a kiss full of emotions that had been suppressed for a long time, a kiss filled with lust that could only come from two people who had desired each other unknowingly for so long. Still, they both knew their relationship would never be the same. The bond they had maintained since the moment they met had changed.
Emotion, anxiety, desire, frustration, excitement, anger, anticipation, lust, everything that went through their heads, everything they felt, was expressed almost violently in that kiss.
The atmosphere in the room was becoming more and more suffocating.
The heat was real.
It was as if every passing second made the air heavier, more oppressive.
The scene on the screen...
The kiss...
The way Ayanokouji held Horikita by the waist...
The way she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him...
The way neither of them hesitated.
All of this hit the reaction room directly, making it absolutely impossible to ignore.
— "Oh…" — Ichika was the first to break the silence, her eyes sparkling with pure enjoyment.
She blushed a little, but her mischievous smile didn't falter.
— "This is getting hot, huh?… Suzune, you're moving your legs a lot. Getting excited by the scene?"
BAM.
It was like a bomb exploding inside Horikita's head.
Her face immediately caught fire.
— "I-I'm not excited!" — She quickly retorted, trying to maintain her composure.
But it was a lie.
She knew it.
They all knew it.
Especially Ayanokouji.
Ryuen laughed loudly, his sharp eyes enjoying her embarrassment.
— "Ha! You should look in the mirror before lying, Horikita."
— "Yeah, yeah!" — Ichika approached, her smile growing even more provocative.
— "Your eyes are shining, your face is on fire, and you can't stop moving your legs! Want me to say more, or is that enough?"
— "S-Shut up!" — Horikita exploded, but her voice didn't have enough strength to push away the provocations.
Sakayanagi, who had been just observing, laughed softly.
— "What an unexpected thing... So that's why you held back so much, Suzune?"
Horikita's face turned even redder.
She wanted to scream.
She wanted to deny everything.
But...
She couldn't.
Because, deep down, she wanted it.
And the worst part?
Ayanokouji was looking directly at her now.
He didn't say anything.
He just watched.
And then, he shifted his eyes back to the screen.
As if the scene actually interested him.
Horikita's breath became irregular.
Her body was hot, excessively hot.
She pressed herself against the chair, trying to compose herself.
But it was impossible.
Meanwhile…
On the other side of the room, hell continued for Kei.
She remained curled up in her chair, her ears covered, her eyes tightly shut, trying to ignore everything around her.
But it was no use.
She could hear the comments.
She could feel the atmosphere in the room.
She knew exactly what was happening on the screen.
Her body trembled with rage.
She felt a mixture of emotions, an overwhelmingly painful one.
Anger.
Sadness.
Betrayal.
Disgust.
Pain.
Her chest ached.
Every word spoken in the room felt like a punch directly to her heart.
— "Kei…" — Sato whispered, trying to help her.
But Kei didn't respond.
She didn't want to respond.
She just wanted…
To disappear from there.
But she couldn't.
Because of this ridiculous theater.
Because of this damn god forcing them to watch it.
She wrapped her arms tighter around herself, her eyes flooded with tears, her lips trembling.
To her, that was hell.
Ayanokouji remained silent, his gaze fixed on the screen, seemingly expressionless.
But inside…
It was a completely different story.
He was fine.
In fact... he was more than fine.
It was impossible to ignore the stimuli his body was receiving at that moment.
The way Horikita pressed herself against him on the screen, the way she held him so firmly, her eyes full of emotion, the intensity of the kiss…
All of that stirred something inside him.
He almost lost control.
But he restrained himself.
It was close.
Because when he averted his eyes from the screen and looked at Horikita next to him, holding the ice against her face…
It almost made him waver.
She was completely flushed, her eyes desperately avoiding his, her hands slightly trembling.
Ayanokouji had to take a deep breath, maintaining his composure.
He couldn't allow himself to react more than necessary.
Even though…
His body wanted to react.
He had to ignore it.
He had to hold back.
But he knew he wasn't the only one in the room affected.
Many people averted their gazes from the screen, men and women from other classes, their faces completely flushed.
The embarrassment and shame were palpable.
Kushida, for instance, seemed frozen.
Her eyes were wide, her cheeks a deep red.
But…
What bothered her the most was the jealousy.
She wanted to be in Horikita's place in that scene.
She wanted to feel Ayanokouji holding her that way, kissing her with that intensity.
She wanted to be the one to provoke reactions in him.
— "What am I thinking?!" — she mentally scolded herself, shaking her head.
But it was too late.
The idea had already been planted in her mind.
And she didn't want it to leave.
Chiaki, on the other hand, was blushing in a different way.
Her eyes were slightly shining, as if imagining something.
And indeed…
She imagined Ayanokouji doing that with her.
The kiss.
The touch.
The intensity.
She couldn't help it.
She bit her lower lip, trying to ignore the image forming in her mind.
But it was hard.
Especially because…
Ichika was there to make everything worse.
She hid nothing.
Her smile was mischievous, provocative, and her expression clearly showed how much she was enjoying the scene.
But more than that…
She was enjoying Horikita's embarrassment.
— "So, Suzune…" — Ichika leaned slightly, her eyes shining with pure malice.
— "Are you going to tell me you didn't want to be in her place?"
BAM.
Horikita trembled.
She was already at her limit, but that was the final blow.
— "Shut up!" — she exploded, unable to maintain her composure anymore.
— "If you like the scene so much, why don't you focus on it and leave me alone?!"
Ichika laughed.
— "I can't help it, Suzune…" — she smiled even more, enjoying herself like never before.
— "You just get more adorable when you try to hide what you feel."
— "I—!"
Horikita couldn't finish the sentence.
She was collapsing from embarrassment.
And Ichika knew it.
Ayanokouji knew it.
e playful little gestures came quickly. Suzune's small and shy bites ignited the fire within the now less patient and serene Kiyotaka, transforming it into hell inside him. He responded to her little gesture by gently biting one of her lips. With his hand on her cheek, he began to descend to her neck, where he nibbled and lightly sucked, causing a soft moan from her. This only fueled his actions, pushing him to return and claim the lips of the black-haired girl once more.
But it wasn't going to end there. The black-haired girl took advantage of a small lapse from the brown-haired boy to deepen the passionate kiss. Instinctively, her hands began to pull his hair harder, as if she was holding on to support herself. Her body was overwhelmed with sensations that could make her fall to her knees; she needed all the support she could get at that moment.
The theater room seemed to be on fire.
The image on the screen kept intensifying, the details becoming more explicit, every movement described with precision, making it impossible to ignore the impact of the scene.
Ayanokouji continued to stare at the screen, but now, his body was on high alert.
He didn't want to admit it, but the way his future self reacted to Horikita, how he responded to her touches, how he reciprocated with equal intensity…
All of that was affecting his body more than he expected.
He held back the impulse to adjust his posture, keeping his expression almost unchanged, but inside…
His body was hot.
He had to look away from the screen for a moment.
And, reflexively, his eyes went straight to Horikita beside him.
Bad decision.
She was completely flushed, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted, and her thighs were moving involuntarily.
It was obvious she was affected just as much as he was.
And in that moment, he felt something strange in his chest.
Something he couldn't quite define.
But then…
— "Pfft… HAHAHA!"
Ryuuen's laughter echoed through the room, casual and amused, breaking the growing tension for a moment.
— "Oh, Ayanokouji. Never thought you'd be this eager."
If it were anyone else, the sentence wouldn't have mattered.
But it was Ryuuen saying it.
And everyone heard it.
Horikita's flush doubled instantly.
— "S-Shut up, Ryuuen!" — she growled, her voice trembling with embarrassment.
— "Oh? But I'm just commenting on the obvious." — he smiled even more, looking at Ayanokouji. — "Tell me, what's it like to taste Suzune like that?"
Ayanokouji remained silent, just looking at Ryuuen with his neutral expression, but internally he was feeling something unfamiliar, he didn't know exactly what it was, he just knew he wanted to hit Ryuuen.
But the playful gleam in Ryuuen's eyes made it clear he wasn't going to stop there.
— "Tsk. He doesn't say anything, but I bet he's already wanting to repeat the scene in real life."
— "SHUT UP, RYUUEEEN!" — Horikita practically screamed, her face a real fire.
Ryuuen just laughed louder.
On the other side of the room…
Ichinose kept her eyes closed, her hands covering her ears, refusing to hear or see anything.
She simply couldn't watch that.
She had already stolen a kiss from Ayanokouji once, and still…
He had never looked at her that way.
He had never shown any spark of that desire he clearly felt for Horikita now.
That hurt more than she wanted to admit.
She didn't want to see.
She didn't want to know.
Meanwhile, Kei was in the same situation.
For her, it was much worse.
She knew exactly what was happening on the screen, knew exactly what her boyfriend was doing.
Even though it was the future, even though it hadn't happened yet, she couldn't bear it.
It was torture.
It was a never-ending nightmare.
— "Kei…" — Sato whispered, trying to help her.
But Kei didn't respond.
She didn't want to respond.
— "It'll be okay… T-Try not to think about it…"
But it was impossible not to think.
Sato tried to distract her, but she was struggling herself.
Because…
Because she had once liked Ayanokouji too.
And seeing him like this…
Seeing him so intense, so involved, so surrendered…
Her heart involuntarily raced.
She tried to ignore the thoughts that arose.
But it was hard.
Hashimoto, on the other side, laughed softly.
— "Now, this is entertainment."
He looked at Ayanokouji with a playful smile.
— "Go for it, King! No fear!"
— "SHUT UP, HASHIMOTO!"
Kamuro, as red as a tomato, slapped him hard on the shoulder.
— "That's not something you say!"
— "Aiai, you guys are so tense…" — Hashimoto laughed again, but didn't insist anymore.
Sakayanagi, for her part, turned her gaze away, lying with her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes slightly squinted.
— "Honestly, I think this is going too far…" — she murmured, sighing, hiding part of her face behind her hands.
Kamuro, still flushed, crossed her arms and grumbled.
— "This theater is going too far…"
The image on the screen didn't stop.
Horikita's breathing in the future intensified.
The touches became bolder.
The kiss deepened even more.
And the tension in the room just kept growing.
Kiyotaka was the only one with experience in such things, but it would be a lie to say that the excitement and desire he felt now were the same as what he had experienced with his current girlfriend. The way they moved their tongues against each other was truly alarming. They were being consumed by the pleasure of feeling one another, a pleasure Kiyotaka never thought he would experience, losing himself more and more in the dance of their tongues.
Soon after, they separated due to the lack of oxygen.
— "What… did we… just do?" Kiyotaka asked, breathless and panting.
— "I…" Suzune also gasped, "I think… we're not just… friends anymore…" she said.
— "Have you had enough?"
— "...I don't think so…" the girl admitted, catching her breath.
— "Me neither…" the boy confirmed.
The words that echoed on the screen made everything even more intense.
The way Ayanokouji spoke, the way Horikita responded, the confusion mixed with desire in their voices…
It only meant one thing.
They weren't going to stop there.
And at that moment, the realization hit everyone.
The tension in the room skyrocketed.
Several people held their breath, others instinctively turned their faces away, while some blushed even more than before.
— "Oh…?"
Ichika raised an eyebrow, her malicious smile growing even wider.
— "So that's what was missing for you two to go beyond 'just friends'? Well… looks like you made up for it pretty quickly."
— "I-Ichika!" — Horikita practically screamed, completely flustered.
But Ichika just shrugged, enjoying the situation.
— "Not my fault if you two went at it like that, is it?"
Horikita's gaze wavered.
Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her chest.
She didn't want to hear anything else.
But before she could react, another voice echoed.
— "Well, that answers Hashimoto's question."
It was Ryuuen, wearing his usual sarcastic grin.
— "After all, it looks like Ayanokouji is really going all in, huh?"
— "RYUUEN!"
This time, it was Kei who shouted.
Her eyes were wet, her face stained with tears, but her anger was overflowing.
— "Shut up, you bastard!"
Ryuuen laughed even harder, unfazed.
— "Relax, doll. I'm just stating the obvious."
— "Go to hell!"
Kei stood up abruptly, but Sato grabbed her arm, trying to stop her.
— "Kei… calm down…" — Sato murmured, her voice trembling.
But even she couldn't hide how affected she was.
Her body was still warm, the image still burned into her mind, and…
She knew what came next.
Everyone did.
Ayanokouji, who had remained silent until now, felt the weight of all the eyes on him.
He knew that if he said anything now, it would only make things worse.
But…
He couldn't deny the truth.
His eyes instinctively returned to Horikita.
And, unfortunately for him, she looked at him at the same time.
For just a second, their gazes met.
And that second was fatal.
Because now, they knew exactly what the other was thinking.
Horikita immediately looked away, taking a deep breath, as if trying to control her own body.
But it was useless.
Her face was still burning.
And she knew she wouldn't be able to calm down anytime soon.
Meanwhile, Ichinose remained with her eyes closed, pressing her hands against her ears even harder.
— "This isn't happening… this isn't happening… this isn't happening…" — she whispered to herself, trying to block out what she was hearing.
But it was no use.
She knew exactly what was happening.
And the worst part…
She imagined what it would be like if she were in Horikita's place.
If it were her with Ayanokouji.
Her face twisted in a mix of frustration and repressed desire.
— "Ugh… this sucks!"
She curled up even more, refusing to open her eyes.
On the other side of the room…
Hashimoto chuckled, still in disbelief.
— "So that's how it is…"
He shook his head, leaning back in his chair with a smirk.
— "Well, who would've thought… this guy is full of surprises. GO DEEP, KING!"
Kamuro, still red, pinched his arm, angry.
— "SHUT UP, HASHIMOTO!"
Sakayanagi simply sighed, looking away once again.
— "This is really… getting out of hand."
— "I know we shouldn't be doing this, but even so…"
— "Even so, didn't I tell you?" the boy asked, already recovered from the lack of oxygen.
— "I won't stop."
Horikita gave him a wide smile, which seemed a little strange to the brown-haired boy. But he didn't care in the slightest.
— "I told you too… I don't want you to stop."
The entire room was in silent chaos.
The tension had reached an unbearable level.
And the two most affected were, without a doubt, Ayanokouji and Horikita.
The Ayanokouji of the future was about to cross all limits, and they both knew it better than anyone.
The impact was immediate.
Horikita felt a shock run through her body the moment she heard her own words on the screen.
— "I told you too… I don't want you to stop."
That was the breaking point.
She gripped her bag even tighter between her thighs, trying her best to contain the wave of heat rising inside her.
— "D-Damn it…" — she murmured softly, completely flushed.
But no one there was going to let this slide.
Especially not Ryuuen.
— "Kukuku…"
He laughed even harder, his eyes glowing with pure amusement.
— "So that's how it is, huh? Looks like in the future, Ayanokouji is really gonna go all in!"
— "RYUUEN, YOU BASTARD!"
Horikita screamed, her voice trembling, but not with anger.
And that only made everything worse.
Ichika chuckled maliciously, also affected, but keeping her composure.
The subtle movement of her thighs pressing together a little more was a detail no one noticed, except those paying close attention to her.
— "Ara, ara…"
She placed a hand on her chin, pretending to be thoughtful, but her eyes gleamed with amusement.
— "Suzune, you really don't want him to stop, huh? I wonder just how far you two will go…"
Horikita's face burned completely.
She couldn't believe they were teasing her like this.
But it wasn't just her.
Ayanokouji was also at his limit.
He used every cell of his brain to remain stable, but his body had other ideas.
And hearing his own voice say those words only made it worse.
— "I won't stop."
Reality hit him like a punch.
He knew exactly what would happen next.
And that certainty was the real problem.
But before he could process it, another provocation came.
This time, from Kushida.
She leaned slightly toward Horikita, whispering calmly with a small smile on her lips.
— "Suzune… you really let loose in the future, huh? Who would've thought that serious and rigid girl would end up like this… so willing."
The final blow.
Horikita trembled completely, gripping her bag even tighter.
She wanted to disappear.
But her body said otherwise.
Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, her face redder than ever, and her legs…
Well…
The heat wouldn't stop rising.
Meanwhile, most of the guys in the class averted their eyes.
It wasn't due to a lack of curiosity.
But because…
It was Ayanokouji and Horikita.
And seeing the state of the two now, it was impossible not to notice the impact of that scene.
Kamuro didn't even respond.
She was too busy trying to control her own mind, completely flushed.
Sakayanagi sighed, looking away once more.
But…
This time…
She was a little redder than before, a slight mix of jealousy and excitement at seeing the boy she liked acting that way.
— "Looks like you'll be getting to know human warmth very well, Ayanokouji-kun," — Arisu thought, lightly flushed, eyes closed.
That night, they felt each other's warmth for the first time. Although they knew what they were doing could bring many problems in the future, they decided to ignore them for a moment and drown in each other's taste. Their already chaotic school lives were about to take an unexpected turn.
The sighs in that cold night completely filled the brown-haired boy's room. Moans and groans were muffled by both; they didn't want the brown-haired boy's neighbors to find out what was happening in that room. Each other's names were uttered, begging to feel even more… Without realizing it, their relationship had taken a step in a direction from which there would be no return.
The room was in a state it had never been before.
What Ryota had just shown now exceeded any previous limit.
Even censored, the essence of the scene was clear.
The muffled sounds, the movements, the intense heat between the two on the screen…
It was impossible not to understand.
And no one there was prepared for it.
But the most intense reactions came from three specific people.
Ayanokouji
He froze.
Even with all his self-control, even with all his experience, he wasn't prepared for this.
It wasn't just any scene.
It was himself.
And the worst part…
It was him with Horikita.
Every word his future self spoke, every touch, every muffled sound…
That shouldn't exist.
He shouldn't be seeing this.
He shouldn't be feeling anything.
But he was.
He felt his own body reacting.
And he couldn't stop it.
His chest rose and fell slowly as he clenched his fists tightly.
And then…
— "HAHAHAHA!"
Ryuuen's laughter hit like a stab.
It echoed through the room, cutting through the awkward silence that had settled in.
And then…
Came the inevitable provocation.
— "Damn, Ayanokouji… so you're a man of action, huh?"
He crossed his arms, a malicious smile on his lips.
— "How many things have you done with that Horikita, huh?"
He leaned forward slightly, observing Ayanokouji's expression.
— "I'd guess… kisses all over… hands wandering… bites… Or maybe you went even further?"
Ayanokouji gritted his teeth.
He knew Ryuuen wanted to provoke him.
He knew he shouldn't react.
But…
He also knew his body was betraying his own mind.
The arousal was real.
And he hated admitting it.
— "Shut up, Ryuuen."
The entire room held its breath.
Ayanokouji's voice didn't come out cold or calculated as usual.
It came out heavier.
It came out more irritated.
And above all…
It came out more unstable.
He was being affected too.
Ryuuen noticed it immediately.
And just laughed even more.
But he wasn't the only one affected.
Horikita
She was in an even worse situation.
Unlike Ayanokouji, she had no experience with this kind of thing.
Her body wasn't prepared to deal with what she was feeling now.
Every word spoken by her future self, every touch, every exchanged look…
All of it made her heart beat so hard it hurt.
But it wasn't just that.
It was worse.
Much worse.
She could feel it.
The intense heat between her legs was undeniable.
She tried to move discreetly, but the contact with the now damp seat sent a shiver through her body.
If anyone noticed this…
If anyone knew what was happening to her right now…
— "Shit…"
She grabbed her bag, pressing it between her thighs with all her strength.
And then…
A mischievous voice sounded beside her.
— "Suzune… you're trembling."
Horikita froze.
She slowly turned her face and met Ichika's smirking gaze.
— "Tell the truth…"
Ichika leaned forward, her face absurdly close to hers.
— "You're excited imagining yourself with Ayanokouji-senpai just like your future self, aren't you?"
SLAP!
Horikita's hand flew to Ichika's mouth, completely covering it.
Her eyes were wide open, shining with pure fury and embarrassment.
— "SHUT. UP."
But that only made Ichika laugh even more.
And then…
Came the worst reaction of all.
Kei
Unlike the other girls, her suffering came from a different reason.
She wasn't flushed from arousal.
She was devastated.
— "I… I don't want to hear this…"
Kei pressed her hands against her ears, trying to block out the sounds from the screen.
But it was no use.
The whispers still got through.
The words still pierced her heart.
And worst of all…
She could imagine it.
Even without looking at the screen, she knew exactly what was happening.
She knew what her boyfriend was doing with another girl.
Something special between them.
Something he had only done with her.
And now…
She was no longer the only one.
A sharp pain hit her chest.
Her vision blurred.
Her tears fell even harder.
— "Kei…?"
Sato called her name, trying to hold her shoulder.
But Kei shrank away, hugging herself even tighter.
Her entire body trembled.
And for the first time, she felt fear.
Fear of looking at him.
Fear of looking at Ayanokouji.
If she saw his reaction…
If she noticed any trace of desire in him…
Then what they had together no longer meant anything.
And that…
That was what hurt the most.
---
And then…
The screen went dark.
The sound disappeared.
But the damage had already been done.
The entire room was immersed in a heavy silence.
No one knew what to say.
No one knew how to react.
And in the midst of it all, Ryota just chuckled softly.
Because he knew.
The future of those two had just changed completely.
The heavy silence still hung over the theater.
The students tried to process what they had just seen, but their minds were in complete chaos.
Then Ryota, still sitting calmly on stage, smiled.
A relaxed smile, but filled with amusement.
— "You all look visibly shaken…" — He said, breaking the silence.
His eyes scanned the room, observing everyone's wrecked states.
Ayanokouji remained motionless.
Kei hugged herself, trembling.
Horikita avoided any eye contact.
Ichinose tried to hide her discomfort.
Sakayanagi remained impassive, but her eyes gleamed with curiosity.
Ryuuen chuckled under his breath.
It was clear no one was in a state to continue.
— "I think you all deserve some time to clear your minds."
At that moment, the large theater door slowly opened.
— "I've prepared individual rooms for each of you."
The students eyed him with suspicion.
Ryota just smiled.
— "Simply open a door while imagining your own room… and it will become real."
He rested his chin on his hand, still amused.
— "You will have exactly one hour to rest."
Silence lingered for a few seconds.
And then…
The First to Flee
Kei was the first to move.
She stood up so fast that her chair almost toppled over.
Her legs faltered for a second, but she forced herself to keep walking.
No…
Running.
She needed to get out of there.
Before…
Before she looked at him.
Before she noticed anything on Ayanokouji's face.
Sato, realizing her friend's state, immediately went after her.
— "Kei! Wait!"
The two disappeared down the hallway, heading straight for Kei's room.
But while Kei fled out of pain and fear…
Someone else fled for a completely different reason.
Horikita's Forbidden Desire
Horikita stood up abruptly, her heart pounding.
She didn't even glance to the sides.
She didn't even try to hide it.
She bolted out, her footsteps echoing through the silent theater.
And then…
The door shut behind her.
She allowed herself to take a deep breath, her chest rising and falling heavily.
— "Shit… shit… shit…"
She pressed her back against the wall, her eyes clouded by uncontrollable desire.
She couldn't look at Ayanokouji.
Because if she did…
If she saw even the slightest hint of desire in him…
She knew she would completely lose control.
But…
The truth was that she already had.
Her body trembled, her heart pounded frantically, and the only thing running through her mind was…
"I wish I were that future Horikita."
— "Tsk… this is ridiculous…"
She took a deep breath, trying to pull herself together.
But no…
She needed something more.
Her steps hurried toward her room.
As soon as she entered…
She locked herself inside.
The Other Students
With the atmosphere unbearably heavy, the other students also began to leave.
Ryuuen went to his room, followed by Ishizaki, Albert, and Ibuki, still chuckling quietly about what they had just seen.
Sakayanagi calmly headed to hers, with Kamuro by her side.
Hashimoto went to his, still chuckling softly at the situation.
Ichinose…
She discreetly stood up and walked toward her room, accompanied by Mako-chan.
But anyone paying attention to her…
Would notice that her hands were trembling.
And her lips…
Were biting down hard—out of jealousy.
Mako, always perceptive, just smiled.
— "Don't be like that, Ichinose-chan."
Ichinose simply averted her gaze, trying to ignore her own feelings.
And Finally… Ayanokouji
He still hadn't moved.
His eyes followed Kei as she ran out… then Horikita.
And for a moment, he considered following Horikita.
But no…
There was a problem.
A very physical problem.
He couldn't stand up right now.
His pants were marked.
And he didn't want anyone to see.
Ryota noticed immediately.
And smiled.
— "I'll make this easier for you."
Before Ayanokouji could respond, he simply vanished from the theater.
Teleported directly to his room.
The Empty Theater
Now, Ryota was alone.
He sighed softly, his eyes scanning the empty theater.
And then…
He rolled his eyes.
— "Tsk… just look at this."
He observed a few wet chairs, some slightly stained.
— "My beautiful theater… completely ruined."
He crossed his arms, irritated.
— "So predictable…"
He stretched out his hand, and with a simple snap of his fingers, the theater began to clean itself.
But he knew…
This was just the beginning.
The students needed to rest.
Because there was still much more for them to see.
End of part 1-
God, that was a lot of work. ;-;