COTE - The Devilish Conqueror

Helping a Friend

After dressing Horikita in my spare clothes and letting her rest, I began to walk out of my dorm and decided to buy something while clearing my head. I was dressed, of course, in a grey jeans and plain black shirt with rolled up sleeves.

It felt... Quite good to be perfectly honest, but I don't felt satisfied just yet. Should I invite Karuizawa the next time I do this...?

Anyway, I was actually quite impressed with Horikita's endurance. She looked like she was about to collapse at any given moment, yet she stayed awake until the end. Although I was the one who did most of the work...

And I was still rock hard down there...
I was lucky the White Room taught me how to restrain myself from any sort of reaction.

As the elevator doors were opened with a ding, I was a bit surprised to see someone I didn't expect.

“Ichinose?”

“Oh, hey! Ayanokouji-kun! Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon to you too.” I replied back while entering the elevator.

As we let the silence fill the room around us, I can't help but notice how nervous she was. The sun was about to set but she was still in her uniform. I honestly felt a bit concerned about her since that upper button looked so strained over her large chest.

“You seems quite nervous, Ichinose.” I idly commented, “We maybe from different class, but if there's anything I could help, I will gladly do so.”

“O-oh...” She seemed to be startled at me sudden comment but remained unoffended, “Ehehe, am I that obvious?”

“Hmm, you always looked so confident and brimming with infectious joy.” She unexpectedly giggles at my answer.

“Ahahaha... stop it! You will make me blush, you know!” She joked and finally looked more relaxed than before. “Thank you, Ayanokouji-kun. That was quite refreshing...”

“If me trying a pathetic attempt at hitting you is refreshing, than I would be concerned if a sleazy guy tried to score on you.” She giggled again, “But you're welcome.”

We fell into another silence again, but it was more comfortable this time. The tension on her shoulders have been lifted slightly before she took a deep breath.

“Hey... Ayanokouji-kun. Can I ask you a question?”

The bright, cheery Ichinose of a moment ago had disappeared, replaced by a more somber and subdued one. Had I done something wrong?

“Of course you can.”

“Well... How should I say this... Umm... Has a girl ever confessed to you?”

If mellowing Horikita and then making her wanting to get fucked stupid in my bathroom count as one, then the answer is yes. But I don't think I will answer it with that.

“As far as I remember, no. No one has ever confessed to me.” As she gave me a curious glance, I continued, “Did someone confess to you?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Kind of.” She twiddled with the hem of her skirt for a moment before looking at me, “Can... Can you help me with something after this?”

I blinked for a second. Horikita probably would wake up much more later and I wasn't quite starved just yet, so why not?

“Sure I guess. I don’t really have much to do anyway.”

“Don't have much to do? What about Sudou-kun's case?”

“I don’t think there’s much point in looking for evidence or another witness. Doing that would be a waste of time and a headache.”