It's inappropriate

Mizuto's mouth was wide open. As a handsome guy and the most popular guy, he was confessed by many. However, it was her first time confessing like this. While some girls were bold, no one would confess to him by opening her legs wide, showing a chaste lower body, especially to a man like him, who wasn't even in a relationship with them. 

While others might do so, especially those who weren't virgins and often played, there were hardly such girls in this school since everyone had a good education, so they had common sense. 

Moreover, this was fucking outdoor!

Even if they trained on the second floor and in the special building where people hardly passed, and it was even quieter with the teacher-parent-student meeting, this was still unethical. 

Was his Senpai someone with an exhibitionist hobby?

However, Mizuto also knew how amazing the power of emotion was, especially love and lust, since they could make such a delicate and quiet girl into such an obscene girl. 

"Senpai... I have a girlfriend." 

Yet, hearing his answer, Mizore didn't feel sad. Instead, she was speechless since Mizuto's hand was already on her smooth thigh, gently caressing it, and moved toward her inner thigh, teasing her like she was a cat and she was her owner. 

Mizore was vexed by how knowing that he had a girlfriend, he still dared play with her body like this. However, she didn't move away, especially when she saw his face so close. She decided to do this after all, and even if Mizuto had a girlfriend, so what? 

After all, she could see he was attracted to her body, something that she had never been attracted to in her eyes, yet he was attracted, especially when she could see his pants that became tight due to his erection. 

Biting her lower lip, Mizore stared at Mizuto, who was so close, yet he stopped at the appropriate distance as if waiting for her answer. Yet, even if he appeared decent, his hand never stopped stroking her delicate thighs. 

Yes, she might have been rather thin, but her body still retained the softness that a woman should have. 

The feeling of having his palm on this thigh was amazing. 

"I don't mind." 

Mizuto looked at Mizore in surprise and asked, "Are you sure?" 

Yet, Mizore didn't answer him with an answer but with an action. 

The soft feeling was no longer felt on his hand but also on his lips. 

The quiet girl, who always appeared meek and obedient, was a lewd girl who took the initiative to give her first kiss to the man who had a girlfriend. 

Still, it was much better than dating someone who had a wife, Mizuto thought. 

Yet, while he was surprised, he then closed his eyes and took the initiative to make her first kiss special. This was something that he had to do, especially when she had taught him a lot. 

While he wasn't sure how they would become in the future, if this continued, he was afraid that he would make all the members of the concert band into his harem members. 

However, for Mizore, she felt like everything was a dream. His lips were against her lips, and this feeling was real. The thought of them kissing each other made her heart beat so hard, and she couldn't control herself. Clinging tightly to his neck, she stuck out her small pink tongue, licking his lips like a cat. 

Mizuto also cooperated with her and parted his lips lightly, letting her tongue enter and also using his tongue to play. 

For others, having a deep kiss might need several practices, but for Mizore, who had trained with her oboe for so many years, she could move her lips and tongue so dexterously. 

She loved this feeling. 

She loved it so much. 

She didn't want to part and kept kissing him so that she made her position comfortable by straddling his lap, facing each other as she pulled him closer. 

Her image was no longer that girl, that quiet girl who stayed on the corner, but an obscene girl who wished to get closer and closer to the person that she wished to be. 

Yet, Mizuto had to say that Mizore's lung capacity was incredible, and the movement of her small hips was even more so, especially when she rubbed her private place against his erection in a lewd way. 

Knowing the joy that came from their exchange, she could no longer stop and try everything that was possible. 

Fortunately, Mizore soon stopped since she lost her breath. 

If not, Mizuto was afraid that he would push her down and have her lose her virginity in this place. While this was possible, he felt like this was inappropriate, yet sometimes, different problems had to be answered with different answers. 

Even if he didn't think it was good, Mizore was eager to do so. 

Gazing into each other, Mizore was full of obsession toward him. She hugged him tighter as she put her face against his neck, inhaling his scent deeply without letting him go. 

"Someone might find us," Mizuto patted Mizore's back helplessly. 

However, Mizore didn't let him go; she only hummed and kept hugging him like a clingy cat. Still, this time, she was honest and just asked for his hug. 

"You won't leave me, right?" 

"I won't." 

"Really?" 

"Yeah, I haven't done everything with you, after all." 

Hearing his shameless words, Mizore was speechless, but she didn't reject him since she was also interested in that area. "Pervert!" Still, she thought for a while and asked, "Do you want to visit my house?" 

"...you sure?" 

"Um." Mizore nodded. "My parents are hardly home. You can visit anytime." 

"....." 

Mizoto was speechless, and once again, he had stained another lonely good girl. At the same time, he wanted to complain to all those good guys.

Come, guys!

Try to seduce her!

Don't let her fall for me! 

Yet, he could only lament at himself since the one Mizore fell on was him—the bastard who was only interested in her skill and body. 

"Let's not be in a hurry." 

"Even though you are hard?" Mizore asked as she moved her hips lewdly against his lower body. 

"If you keep provoking me, then I might do you here, you know." 

Mizuto needed to remind Mizore that he wasn't a good guy who could cater to her with gentle words and let her do whatever she wished. If she tried to provoke him, then he might go all out. 

Yet—

"It's fine~" Her voice was sultry, sweet, and full of temptation. Her parents dripped wet, and her nipples were all taut from being aroused. 

"..." 

Mizuto fell in silence, then glanced to the side and quickly noticed the familiar ponytail with a black bow tie. 

As a scumbag, he should act like one. 

Why should he hesitate? 

So, with that intention, he no longer endured his desire, then said, "Let's go to your house." Even if he could take her virginity in one of those empty classrooms, he still retained his clarity and knew that it was more comfortable to do it at her house. 

"Um~!" 

Still, his days didn't end, especially when he had to meet Miyabi at night.