...Why?
When Asakusa Tetsu asked that question beside her ear, when his breath brushed against her skin, that thought suddenly surfaced in Kushida Kikyo's mind.
Yeah. Why?
A sealed rooftop. Blackmail material. And her true nature, now completely exposed before him.
The one who should be threatened, the one who should be controlled—
Was her.
Trying to silence him with accusations of coercion would only provoke him into actually doing something, wouldn't it?
Kushida Kikyo finally realized she had made a fatal mistake.
She had locked herself in a cage with a dangerous beast.
Not only that—she had even provoked it, inviting it to hunt her.
"A-Asakusa-kun..."
She shrank her shoulders, trying to step back, but Asakusa held her firmly in place with his hand.
Her voice began to tremble as scenes she had never imagined flashed through her mind.
"Y-You're joking... right?"
Distance between people was a subtle but crucial thing.
Closing in slightly let you test someone's comfort zone.
If you could cross that line and get close enough for light physical contact, that meant you'd succeeded.
Kushida often held hands or hugged girls.
She'd also taken the initiative to hold boys' hands plenty of times.
But that was it.
Because boys their age were creatures who'd fall in love just from holding hands and instantly treat you like their best friend.
Wash your hands afterward, and you wouldn't feel anything.
Besides, she didn't hold just anyone's hand.
With guys like Yamauchi and Ike, she didn't even want to touch them—just adding their contact info was enough to make them ecstatic.
So this was the first time—
The first time she had been this close to a man.
The scorching heat and irresistible strength made her realize clearly:
This man was far more violent than she had imagined.
Asakusa Tetsu could absolutely do what he said.
He could subdue her easily.
She could already picture him tearing her skirt apart.
So unconsciously, she clamped her legs together.
Wait... Am I really about to be forced here?
That was the only thought left in her empty mind.
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
As he spoke, Asakusa released one hand and casually slipped it into her pocket, taking her personal terminal.
Now, she couldn't even call for help.
She might still be able to turn around and scream—
But compared to how fast she could shout, Asakusa was confident his punch to her stomach would be faster.
And clearly, Kushida understood the overwhelming difference in strength between them.
That was why she hadn't even considered crying for help.
Of course, it was also possible she just hadn't thought of it.
After taking her terminal, accompanied by an excessive upward touch, his voice sounded again.
"Do you know what sexual crimes mean for a man?"
"Even in prison, different crimes have different rankings."
"And sex crimes are at the very bottom."
"I don't plan on going to Tulip Prison. But if you insist on dragging me there, I don't mind taking you down with me."
He paused slightly, then moved even more aggressively.
"Or is it that you actually want me to do something to you, so you acted like you were provoking me?"
"Ugh—"
A sound escaped her lips involuntarily.
The sensation from below was too strange—so strange that her heartbeat skyrocketed.
In this dangerously tense moment, she actually felt a faint sense of release?
A-Are you kidding me?!
It was precisely because she didn't want to relieve stress this way that she'd stubbornly refused to become "Purple Star Emperor."
But if her body got used to this feeling—
"S-Stop it... if you keep going, mm—"
Her back arched sharply.
Kushida widened her eyes.
Her slender body sank slightly.
Both hands trembled as they grabbed Asakusa's waist.
Her breathing sped up wildly, sweat sliding down her face.
Normally, she shouldn't have been this sensitive.
Even with male hormones in her face, even with her heart pounding from the heat, she shouldn't have been defeated so easily by something so simple.
But this guy's positioning was too precise.
It was like he'd played with countless women before and knew every detail of a girl's body.
On top of that, she was in an extremely tense mental state, aware of every single sensation.
It was only natural this would happen.
But natural or not—
She absolutely didn't want to lose her virginity here!!!
"D-Don't... please... I-I'm begging you..."
Panting, Kushida raised her head, showing a pitiful, pleading expression.
What she didn't know was—
That tearful, misty-eyed begging was exactly what stirred people the most.
Her weak body no longer needed to be restrained by her shoulders.
His free hands could go wherever they pleased.
His right hand slid up her neck.
His palm cupped her cheek.
Asakusa slipped his thumb into her mouth and smiled.
"Mm. Beg me."
"Maybe if you beg hard enough, I'll grow a conscience and actually do nothing."
"So go on. Try begging."
It was fun.
Kushida Kikyo was really fun.
Her initial confidence, thinking a fingerprint would let her control him.
Her sudden realization of danger and cold sweat.
Her current pitiful, tearful begging—
All of it was fun.
Not just her expressions—everything about her was interesting.
Even in Advanced Nurturing High, where girls were generally high-quality, Kushida stood out.
To leave a good first impression, she had carefully designed everything about herself.
Posture. Expressions. Every detail refined again and again.
So that even at first meeting, she could easily win someone over.
"....."
A faint rustling sound.
Her body arched even more.
When Asakusa's fingers touched the surface of the invisible barrier, her final defense collapsed.
Clutching his arm tightly, she forced out a smile uglier than crying.
"...P-Please... spare little Kikyō, nya~"
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