Under The Girl's Skirt~

"Everyone, be careful not to hurt yourselves." he reminded them.

Mirai silently watched him busying himself. She was intelligent, as evidenced by her excellent grades, and she understood why he was doing all this.

She sat in the corner feeling very miserable. She had studied diligently last night, immersing herself in magazines, fashion, TV dramas, and other knowledge. She had planned to force herself to participate more today so as not to let him down. But then Miura-san fell ill and took a leave of absence... 

And now, there was the public class again, where he would see her lonely side. She really wanted to rush over and give a good beating to those people who were still gossiping and teasing her. She didn't want to see the disappointment in his eyes. She was starting to feel sick of these disgusting people. And she owed him a debt too. She bit her lip, feeling a mix of joy and frustration, and looked down at her black pantyhose, recalling the intimate scene in her bedroom last night...

"Can we take a picture? Yagami-kun."

Just as those female classmates' voices echoed in her ears, they all took out their phones, wanting to capture the scene of him cooking diligently to enjoy it later.

[If you don't know how to repay me, then just do this.]

Mirai also took out her phone, opened the camera, and lifted her skirt slightly, placing it under her skirt secretly. She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and took the shot. Would he like it?

Clearly, Miyano Mirai's thoughts were gradually deviating. But Satoru might find this enjoyable? After all, it's quite satisfying when a cute girl willingly does something embarrassing for you and hopes you'll like it. Honestly, it feels great!

Satoru finally had a chance to look at his phone during the cooking class when everyone was tasting the dishes. He saw the picture Mirai had sent and turned his head to look at her. He noticed that she was silently chewing on her food, and when their eyes met, she blushed and lowered her head shyly.

He discreetly saved the photo in a hidden album, realizing that he had unintentionally done something significant. Perhaps, for Mirai at this moment, she didn't need to consider long-term plans or the importance of integrating into the class and school all the time. She would rather have someone extend a helping hand when she needed it, basking in the warmth of that sunlight.

But he had only mentioned liking pantyhose and the alluring sensation of wrapping around the legs, not specifically asking her to do something like this! Her understanding was quite good! He liked it. His manipulation was starting to show its effects.

"How does it taste, everyone?" he asked with a smile.

"It's delicious!" the groupmates exclaimed, it can tell if the food is delicious just by looking at the almost-empty plates.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Satoru leaning closer to her, lightly tapped Mirai's hip and whispered, "I really like it~"

She blushed and smiled in response.

...

The cooking class was the last class of the morning, and the teacher didn't intend to delay it. After grading, they announced the end of the class.

Satoru returned to the classroom and grabbed a lunchbox. He sent an message to Mirai, seizing the opportunity to follow up on their interaction. 

By the way, after school, Satoru had to pay a visit to Miura Saya. After all, he had asked her for a favor, and just sending a message to express his concern after learning that she was sick would seem inadequate. He needed to visit her in person, especially since he would rely on her wholehearted efforts in the future. Today, in a sense, he had caused her trouble.

This time Satoru didn't go to the rooftop again; he didn't have the key, but he had his own secret base, of course. 

He had worked in the sports equipment room for a while as part of the logistics team, so he had a backup key. He hadn't visited the club for a few days, and he would need to report there tomorrow.

"Yagami-kun?" Mirai walked over from the courtyard and looked at the slightly open door of the storage room, calling out softly.

"Come in," his voice came from inside, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't pitch black inside; in fact, it was quite bright. Many open windows and hanging lights above provided ample illumination. Satoru had already laid out a cushion and a cloth on a soft mat. Mirai walked over with joy~