"..."
Kaoru looked at her speechlessly, only to see her grinning as she spoke.
"Senpai, how many people do you think are still in this building right now?"
It was now Amasawa Ichika's turn to kindly remind him, "The teachers' office is on the first floor. Everyone would definitely be able to hear my voice. Also, in a little while, the staff responsible for checking the cameras will probably come here too. Do you want them to see a cute kouhai being assaulted by her senpai?"
Who exactly was assaulting whom here?
She was the one on top, persistently holding onto Kaoru's wrists.
"So, I should give up struggling and slowly enjoy this cute kouhai?"
Kaoru began gently kneading.
The not-yet-fully-mature girl still retained some youthful innocence, yet the dual temptation of this tactile sensation and visual stimulus was already enough to make one's blood boil.
Amasawa Ichika seemed momentarily stunned.
She had considered that Kaoru might give up resisting, but she never expected him to start playing along so naturally.
Was this man completely shameless?
She realized she had seriously underestimated Kaoru.
This guy was too disgusting - a normal person wouldn't necessarily be able to maintain both calmness and perversion simultaneously like he did!
"Senpai, I'm genuinely curious now - what exactly gives you this kind of calm confidence?"
Amasawa Ichika took a deep breath. "You should know what I want, right?"
It seemed that if Kaoru showed even the slightest hint of defiance, she would resort to using her fists.
Unfortunately, Kaoru had never cared about such threats.
What kind of threat was it if no action was taken?
Therefore, the more the girl acted this way, the less Kaoru stopped.
He was too skilled at these movements, even unconsciously using his [Dexterity Finger Technique] and [♡♡ Massage Technique].
"How would I know what you want if you don't tell me?"
Kaoru retorted as if it were the most natural thing.
Amasawa Ichika's pretty face flushed red.
While part of it was anger, to a greater extent, she was having trouble enduring Kaoru's techniques.
This guy was being too reckless. If she hadn't been holding his wrists, he probably would have removed the bunny's final restraint already.
"Takuya!"
Amasawa Ichika wanted to interrupt his "spellcasting," but she couldn't control his hands no matter what.
"What did you do to Takuya? Why did he drop out?"
"Is your relationship that good?"
Kaoru found it somewhat strange. "I thought everyone from the White Room was like Ayanokoji - lacking empathy, having lost normal emotions."
"So you really do know who we are. Ayanokoji-senpai is a monster, different from us. He's far beyond our level."
Amasawa Ichika's breathing gradually became rapid, her ears slightly reddened, and her cheeks grew warm.
"And then? What do you plan to do here?"
Kaoru said, "Like Yagami, planning to make a move against Ayanokoji, but intending to use Kikyo?"
Amasawa Ichika bit her lower lip.
Her premonition hadn't been wrong - Yagami Takuya had indeed provoked Mitoma Kaori because of Kushida Kikyo.
She had clearly warned Yagami Takuya.
Why did he still insist on having his own way?
Even so, Amasawa Ichika knew this reason was far from sufficient. Even if he had provoked Kaoru, how could Yagami Takuya disappear so silently?
Neither rationally nor emotionally could Amasawa Ichika accept this outcome.
"I know what happened to Takuya is regrettable, but aren't you the one who has designs on us, senpai?"
Amasawa Ichika's gaze was piercing. "You issued a challenge right from the entrance ceremony. Besides Nagumo-senpai, who else do you think could threaten you?"
Perhaps this was the intuition of a White Room student.
Those raised in intense competition were particularly sensitive to Kaoru's provocations, after all, they existed in a brutal environment where failing to strive for first place meant facing elimination.
Kaoru proclaimed himself the Apex, and regardless of anything else, this would inevitably attract the attention of White Room students.
Therefore, Amasawa Ichika believed this was why Yagami Takuya had specifically tested Kaoru.
He just never expected that his attempt would lead to his demise.
"Nagumo will definitely collude with you first-years to make me drop out. I'm just giving you an early warning."
Kaoru smiled. "However, your intuition isn't wrong. I know there are White Room students among you first-years."
Amasawa Ichika couldn't quite understand.
Suppressing her strange feelings, she asked, "Senpai... do you hold hostility towards us White Room students?"
"Does having lewd intentions towards you count?"
Kaoru shifted his body, allowing her to experience the ambiguity of their position.
Amasawa Ichika was ultimately a young girl, and couldn't help but feel some instinctive shyness.
However, she forcibly suppressed this shyness and allowed Kaoru to press against her.
"I don't know what kind of person you are, senpai, but if even Tsukishiro-san finds you troublesome, you must be someone I can't handle."
Amasawa Ichika fell silent for a moment. "Takuya's expulsion - you asked Tsukishiro-san to make him leave, didn't you?"
It seemed she could already deduce the answer herself, but she couldn't believe it.
Just how powerful must someone be to make the White Room abandon Yagami Takuya?
"Not just that. I think Tsukishiro must have warned you too, didn't he? That you shouldn't approach me lightly."
"You're really something, senpai. So if I provoke you, I'll be expelled too?"
"To use your terminology - returned to where you originally belong."
"..."
Amasawa Ichika silently raised her waist.
She was sitting on Kaoru's body, her youthful breasts somewhat eye-catching, making it hard for Kaoru to look away.
Things have really been getting more degenerate lately, Kaoru thought to himself.
But in their eyes, he probably just finally stopped pretending and revealed his true nature.
Just as Kaoru was thinking these random thoughts, he suddenly noticed a dark shadow rushing down.
His mind alert, he abruptly intercepted the attack.
When he came to his senses, he realized he had intercepted Amasawa Ichika's fist.
"Senpai."
Amasawa Ichika suddenly smiled, as if she hadn't been the one attacking just moments before.
"This kind of interrogation is really comfortable, isn't it? Getting to touch your cute kouhai."
"It is comfortable. It would be better if the senpai threatening her just now didn't exist."
Kaoru showed no expression.
Her ability to change expressions was even more impressive than Kushida Kikyo's.
"Eh, why do I feel like senpai is actually more excited instead?" Amasawa Ichika looked at Kaoruwith surprise, her petite bottom wriggling against him a few times.
"You're clearly already excited, you perverted senpai."
Kaoru's eyes sharpened as he thought about pulling her down to teach her a proper lesson, but she anticipated this and rose from his lap with a playful grin.
"Senpai is too lecherous. If you act like this again, I'll really have to restrain you next time."
Amasawa Ichika retracted her feminine weapons and straightened her clothes. "But senpai should be more careful from now on."
Just as Kaoru sat up, he lifted his gaze to find the girl's slender legs appearing before him.
"I have a flaw - sometimes I feel like I'm not truly a child of the White Room."
She picked up her schoolbag and application form from the floor, apparently having decided against applying to join the Student Council.
"Senpai, it seems I value emotional connections more than I thought I did."
Kaoru had already stood up, allowing him to see the strained smile on the girl's face.
"What should I do? I want to teach senpai a lesson, even if it means I might get expelled."