Fine strands of rain gathered into droplets, pattering against the corridor glass and leaving obvious streaks of water.
According to the weather forecast, the weather wouldn't improve for the next two days.
After the second period ended,
Sasaki and Miwa went to the student guidance room as instructed.
Since Miwa had been called in first, Sasaki could only wait outside until his talk was finished.
He didn't have to wait long, about five minutes later, the door to the student guidance room opened.
Miwa walked out with a gloomy, displeased expression.
Although he and Sasaki were both classmates and in a way "colleagues," he had no intention of greeting him.
After coming out, he didn't even glance at him, and simply closed the door, walking straight away.
The two of them had barely exchanged three sentences in total and could be considered strangers, so Sasaki naturally didn't care about his attitude.
After he left, he pulled open the door and walked into the room.
The student guidance room, as the name suggested, was a place where teachers talked to and guided students.
Since the school had specially set aside a room for student counseling sessions,
It showed how seriously they took student privacy.
The windows in the student guidance room were covered with thick curtains, and the door was noticeably thicker than those of other rooms.
Unless someone pressed their ear right against the door, it was nearly impossible to hear anything inside.
The furnishings inside were extremely simple.
Aside from a few iron bookshelves against the wall holding books like "Mental Health Assessment" and "Mental Health Guidance," there were just a few tables and chairs.
There wasn't much to see in the surroundings.
Sasaki took a quick glance around before focusing his attention on the beautiful woman in the center of the room, her elbows resting on the desk.
Her long hair cascaded naturally down her back like a waterfall, with bangs covering her forehead.
As a teacher, she naturally couldn't give off a gloomy impression, so her bangs were parted from the center outward, revealing her light brown eyes.
Her face was small and pointed, with neat and delicate features.
If not for the cold seriousness on her face and the professional attire she wore, it would be hard to believe she was already in her twenties.
If one changed her clothes into a female student's school uniform and had her walk around campus, there would be absolutely no sense of incongruity.
Although her figure wasn't as outrageously curvaceous as Natsuha's or Chifuyu's, compared to normal women it was still perfectly proportioned and full where it counted.
Where it should be slim, it was slim; where it should be full, it didn't hold back at all.
Coupled with her OL outfit that perfectly outlined her hourglass shape, the feminine charm Kisaragi Miyuki displayed in that moment was in no way inferior to anyone else's.
Taking in her serious posture, fingers interlocked, elbows propped on the desk, Sasaki greeted her after entering the room:
"Kisaragi-sensei."
Not quite used to the young man's head-to-toe gaze, Kisaragi Miyuki could no longer maintain the icy demeanor she had shown in class, and her voice came out somewhat timidly. "Mm, sit down."
Although her tone had softened considerably, this was still her territory.
Her serious gaze fixed directly on Sasaki's face and once he sat down, she spoke.
"Sasaki-kun, um... about what happened last night, do you have any thoughts?"
"About what happened last night..."
Sasaki knew exactly what "that matter" she was referring to, but not knowing her stance, answering honestly might put him at a disadvantage, so...
Furrowing his brow slightly, he asked in confusion:
"What does Sensei mean...?"
Seeing him play dumb, as if he didn't want to admit it, Kisaragi Miyuki grew a little anxious.
"It's... it's what we did after drinking."
"What we did after drinking? What exactly did we do? Could Sensei be more specific?"
Acting as if he truly didn't remember, Sasaki put on a frowning, recalling expression.
There was no way she would believe his act.
If he had woken up after drinking and didn't remember, that would be one thing... because even her own memories from when she was drunk weren't very clear.
But after waking up, he had gone another round with her...
There was no way he could forget that.
Although she couldn't speak or move at the time, she had been fully conscious, just unable to control her body.
Everything he did, she still remembered crystal clear.
Even now, her body still carried traces of him, throbbing from the fatigue and heat...
Staring intently at his face, Kisaragi Miyuki fell silent for a moment...
Assuming that "denying it" was his attitude, her anxious expression gradually calmed, eventually turning cold. "You don't remember? If you don't remember, then forget it. You can leave. That's all for today."
Taking in the full range of her changing expressions and seeing how aggrieved she looked now,
Sasaki let the feigned confusion on his face fade, replaced by a smile:
"Forget it, huh... Then what if there's a child? After all, last night we... it's possible, you know..."
However, Miyuki was feeling disappointed and hurt by his earlier attitude, so she replied coldly without thinking:
"I'll take medicine. You don't need to worry about it..."
"Wait, you just said you didn't remember."
"I remembered now, didn't I?"
Although she did not understand why he suddenly changed his tune, she relieved that he admitted it...
In the end, she pursed her lips and asked again. "So... what are your thoughts?"
"My thoughts... Miyuki wants me to take responsibility, right? Sure, Miyuki is so beautiful—I like you a lot too."
"Mi..."
Kisaragi Miyumi never expected him to suddenly call her by name and even say that he liked her, and the next moment, the serious aura she had maintained earlier vanished in an instant.
Her cold gaze turned soft and flustered.
"We... this isn't allowed.
Don't think about it. At least... at least not right now."
Not right now...?
Wasn't she the one who wanted him to take responsibility?
Why...
Unable to read her intentions, Sasaki tilted his head and asked:
"What does Miyuki mean...?"
Never having been called so intimately by the opposite sex, the shame in Kisaragi Miyuki's heart grew stronger, dyeing her fair face a deep red.
She knew she must look completely undignified right now....
Thinking about it, she slightly lowered her head, hoping to block his gaze.
Because of this timid action, her voice came out soft and fragile.
"I mean... if you want to... wait until after you graduate, then... then..."
"Then we can make it official?"
Sasaki guessed what she was trying to say.
Feeling utterly ashamed to be in this situation with him, Kisaragi Miyuki responded in a mosquito-like voice.
"Mm~"
When they made it official didn't matter to Sasaki.
After all, considering that she wanted him to take responsibility, it was obvious that she was a novice, and a woman who attached quite an importance to her first time.
Not to mention, she was right here and wasn't going anywhere.
So, thinking about it, he agreed readily.
"Sure, but... shouldn't Miyuki give me a little compensation?"
"Compensation?"
Not understanding what he meant, Kisaragi Miyuki blinked in confusion, looking somewhat dazed as she stared at him.
"Yeah."
As he spoke, Sasaki stood behind her chair, hands resting heavy on Kisaragi Miyuki's narrow shoulders, massaging her, feeling her tense, then soften.
"Compensation, after all, you owe me, sensei."
Feeling his movements, Miyuki's breath hitched. "This is... inappropriate. Let go."
He didn't.
Well... considering her coy resistance, which didn't seem like any resistance at all, he knew now was the time to move.
Instead he slid both hands down her arms, then back up, thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts through the thin white blouse.
She flinched but didn't pull away.
"I would have. If you were really so resistant. But, you're not even trying to stop me, Miyuki." He murmured against her ear. "Your nipples are already hard. I can see them poking through."
She sucked in a sharp breath, cheeks flushing. "That's... that's not—"
As he lightly pinched one through the fabric, just enough to make her gasp and arch her back a fraction.
"See?" His other hand slid around to cup her breast fully, kneading slow and firm. "Your body's honest even if your mouth isn't."
Kisaragi Miyuki's hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white. "We can't... not here..."
"Why not." He rolled her nipple between thumb and finger, tugging gently. "No one will interrupt us, Miyuki, don't worry."
Silence.
This time, only her ragged breathing and the faint wet sound echoed when she pressed her thighs together.
Feeling her need, he spun her chair around so she faced him, then lifted her by the hips and set her ass on the desk.
Papers scattered and then the pen rolled to the floor.
Her pencil skirt rode up instantly.
Black stockings stretched tight over her thighs as he hooked two fingers under the sheer nylon at the top of her thigh and yanked.
Rip.