Ayanokoji Pov
I, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, former student of White Room, and a soon-to-be third year high school student of Advance Nurturing High School, have been caught lacking.
...or at least, that's what I think the slang term implies.
I wanted to say it at least once, but I would have rather wished for a different opportunity than this.
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"A-Ayanokoji-kun...slow down a bit~"
"....."
"H-hnng...."
"....."
"Fuu~"
"....!!"
"A-ahh~!
"...."
"H-Hey! Don't grab them so hard!"
"...sorry."
"....d-do it gently. W-we have time."
"....."
The irregular, feminine sounds that were transmitting almost shamelessly around the room, belonged to my classmate: Kushida Kikyo.
"It looks kind of stiff here."
"N-No! D-don't touch ther- NYYAH~❤️"
"....."
"...i-idiot...!!"
"My bad."
"I hate you!!"
"I know."
Despite her strong reactions, I didn't intend to go easy on her.
And in case of any possible misunderstandings, I have to make it clear that I wasn't giving her a body massage of some sort.
You thought it was a massage? But it was actually me, shamelessly groping the said classmate in my own room.
How did the situation come to this?
Well...
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Flashback:
Two days ago:
It was the beginning of the golden week.
I remember spending this time last year, lazing around my room doing almost nothing. After the special exam at that uncanny family restaurant, I feel more wiped out than usual.
So, I planned to do the same this year too, but a sudden call for a meetup had disrupted my plans. Not that I am saying it's a bad thing. The people who will be attending this time are the ones I have been frequently seeing over the past two years. So, we are not strangers, at the very least. I suppose it wouldn't be far-fetched to say that some of them are friends.
Though I have to say, it's a group of people you don't usually see together often. I assumed that we would meet in a karaoke bar, but it seemed they had arranged the meeting in a public park instead. The laid-back choice of location indicates that this meeting wasn't related to our class affairs in any way. I can't help but wonder what the purpose of meeting today is.
The group was fairly large; there were ten of them to be exact, eleven including me. Since they were chatting quite loudly, I could hear them even from a distance.
Since I was a bit late, they had already begun to mingle among themselves. I guessed they were still in the introductory stage, so I took my time and approached them from behind, unnoticed.
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