Miyajima Sakura, the president of the Kendo Club, sat somewhat uneasily in her chair, her alluring, curvaceous figure tightly wrapped in her uniform. She could feel the boy's playful gaze roaming across her body, as if it were a tangible touch brushing over her skin.
She shivered, trembling without understanding why.
The room was quiet. He had stopped speaking and was simply staring at her with a scrutinizing gaze, making Miyajima Sakura increasingly uncomfortable. The senpai finally couldn't hold back.
"Kazuma-kun… um, the guidance…"
Then she added, "This is my room. No one else will come in."
Kazuma raised an eyebrow. Leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed leisurely, he showed no urgency. Instead, he seemed to enjoy watching the girl's flustered state, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.
"Senpai, you seem quite eager."
He stood up, walked around the long table, and stopped behind her.
"But before we begin, there's something I need to say."
"Go ahead."
Kazuma's fingers gently lifted a strand of her hair, watching it slip through his fingertips. From this angle… well, not being able to see her toes was already expected.
"Since I am the instructor, you must listen to me. You cannot act recklessly without my permission. Miyajima Sakura, is that understood?"
"Of course."
She had no objections.
"Good. Now, stay seated in this chair. No matter what I do, you cannot resist," Kazuma said, his tone taking on a disturbingly predatory edge. "Even like this."
His fingers slid into Miyajima Sakura's hair, brushing the skin at the nape of her neck, then slowly tracing along her delicate, fair skin.
She did not resist. Miyajima Sakura lowered her head slightly, making her expression hard to read. Her voice grew softer.
"Mm… This is Kazuma-kun's guidance. I won't resist."
The senpai adopted an attitude of complete submission.
Even when Kazuma's hand moved around to the front, slowly sliding down from her shoulders, Miyajima Sakura did not resist. Her body trembled noticeably, and her temperature continued to rise. Kazuma observed every reaction carefully.
"Miyajima-senpai, have you ever experienced something like this before?" Kazuma asked casually, as if this were an ordinary conversation.
"No…" she replied, her eyes unfocused beneath her bangs, her cheeks flushed. "This is my first time."
"Your first time being touched like this?"
"Yes…"
His hands lowered the fabric slightly, revealing her smooth shoulders and her rich cleavage.
This sudden action caused Miyajima Sakura's pupils to dilate. She trembled violently, her heart pounding.
Thump! Thump!
Kazuma smiled as his hands slid down to her waist, caressing it and tracing slow circles.
"Senpai, your reactions are quite good," Kazuma said calmly, his tone completely at odds with his actions. "You seem to be enjoying it. If we set aside this so-called 'guidance,' perhaps you would be willing anyway?"
"I… I don't know…"
Miyajima Sakura grew increasingly confused. Passion overwhelmed her as she struggled to understand what was happening to her body. She wasn't that kind of woman… and yet… she couldn't control herself.
It felt as if something was burning in her chest.
In a daze, she parted her lips slightly, breathing softly. I feel like I'm becoming someone else… but this feels so comfortable. Even if it's indecent… it's fine if it's Kazuma-kun…
Just as she began to close her eyes and sink into the sensation, Kazuma suddenly withdrew his hand, leaving her suspended in that incomplete feeling.
Miyajima Sakura's face flushed deeply.
"Kazuma-kun… why did you—"
Kazuma tilted his head slightly and blinked.
"Not satisfied?"
"Mm…"
"Want more?"
"Yes…"
"Miyajima Sakura, you really are a shameless woman."
Hearing those words, the senpai didn't grow angry. Instead, she stared at Kazuma with a seductive, almost bewitching expression.
"Kazuma-kun, you're right. I am… I like that feeling. Anyway, this is just guidance. Even if something really happens… it's fine. Tosaka Fuyuka won't blame us. Kazuma-kun, please help me."
"I want—"
She pushed her chair back and stood up, grabbing Kazuma's clothes. From her expression, it looked like she might throw herself at him at any moment.
Kazuma reached out and lifted her chin, staring directly into her beautiful face.
"I just said it, didn't I? Without my permission, you cannot act recklessly. Are you going to break our agreement already?"
"…"
Miyajima Sakura froze. She continued to clutch his sleeve, her gaze filled with conflicting emotions, as if struggling internally. The once-popular Kendo Club senpai now appeared completely overtaken by unnatural desire.
Kazuma stared at her for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh.
"Senpai… take it off."
Miyajima Sakura's eyes lit up.
"No problem."
She seemed to have been waiting for this. After closing the curtains, she began unfastening her collar right in front of him, slowly revealing her pale skin. Her movements were filled with excitement and anticipation. Kazuma stood to the side, watching silently, the playful smile on his face deepening.
He believed her. The current Miyajima Sakura truly behaved like someone consumed by desire. Anyone witnessing this scene would think the same.
Especially Kazuma. Kanna Hiiragi and Shinomiya Natsuha were still fresh in his mind. Miyajima-senpai's current state was no less extreme than theirs. However, compared to Natsuha and Kanna, there was one key difference.
"The Wish List hasn't appeared…"
Kazuma frowned slightly. If Miyajima Sakura were truly like Shinomiya Natsuha, the Wish List should have appeared by now. Since it hadn't, it meant this so-called desire was the result of hypnosis.
This was not her true nature.
Even special tools couldn't interfere with the system's Wish List. Naturally, someone else's control couldn't either.
Which raised an important question: why specifically hypnotize Miyajima Sakura to approach him like this? What was the real objective?
"Even if I don't know the exact reason… it feels like it's aimed at me," Kazuma thought. Interesting… someone actually set their sights on me.
He wasn't worried. After all, he still had the Locator Cane.
So he remained completely calm.
"Kazuma-kun?"
The girl's voice snapped him out of his reverie. Her clothes lay scattered on the floor, her lithe figure before him. Her full curves and smooth skin glistened with a soft sheen, while her blue lingerie only added to her allure.
Kazuma remained composed. He reached out and gently tapped her shoulder.
His finger slowly traced downward along her body, causing her skin to flush with a faint pink hue. Just as Miyajima Sakura believed he would finally act, just as she thought she would finally get what she wanted—
Kazuma suddenly stopped.
His fingertip rested at her breast. He shifted slightly, revealing a faint pink mark that had been hidden within her cleavage. His smile widened as he saw it.
"Found it—"
The flaw had finally been exposed.
"???"
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