Chapter 12 The whole youth... is all black silk?

Question: If a beautiful boy wearing a black pleated skirt was sitting on top of you, asking you to spank his buttocks, what would you do?

Option: 1. Push him away, indicating that you would never do something that violates morality and your sense of justice.

2. Indulge him, a hefty slap to let him experience the thrill.

3. So beautiful, how could you bear to be harsh, gently caress and cherish instead.

"Come on, punish me....."

This was the challenge now facing Haruka Yuzan, as the pretty heiress lay in his arms, begging for punishment...

The tight yet tender feeling of their chests pressing together made the girl's body feel even softer,

Her black stockinged legs straddled across Haruka's thighs, and although there were several layers of clothing between them, Haruka Yuzan still felt waves of heat emanating from the end of his thighs.

Suddenly, the image of an anime character crossed Haruka's mind,

Mengzi Jabami, a woman who went crazy for gambling.

To be honest, Haruka Yuzan deeply admired those who could remain unflustered in such situations. He certainly did not possess such noble character,

"Haruka, why do I like you so much...."

Otome Mizuko raised her small head, her delicate waist twisting perilously, the stockings wrapped around her thighs so smooth....

"Actually, I've been wanting to ask the same question...."

Haruka Yuzan firmly captured Otome's delicate little face in his hands, and she seemed to enjoy the sensation.

Believing it to be a symbol of a boy's love, her slender arms tightly encircled Haruka's neck, as if wanting to merge the two of them into one,

Pressing close, Haruka Yuzan bent down and kissed her rosy lips.

Soft and fragrant, continuing what had been left unfinished in the hallway.

"Rip!"

The sound of fabric tearing, like a poison, knowing it's not right but still irresistibly wanting to rip it apart.

"It's okay, you can do whatever you want....."

Without the stockings in the way, the smooth skin was irresistible,

Seemingly to facilitate Haruka Yuzan's movements, Otome Mizuko slightly raised her body, her black silk legs kneeling on the sofa, leaning down to kiss the boy.

...

After a long while,

"Huff huff!"

Haruka Yuzan sat on the sofa, gasping for fresh air, but the girl on top of him seemed not to want to give him a break, aiming for his lips, and kissing him again.

"Aren't you tired? I feel like my lips are going to be worn out."

Before the boy could finish his sentence, Otome Mizuko carelessly kissed him again.

Once again forcefully kissed.

"Mmm mmm mmm....."

As the end of spring neared, the bright sunshine warmed people, and after enjoying a wonderful lunchtime, the students chose to go back to their classrooms for a nap,

The campus instantly became quiet, leaving only a few scattered couples sitting on the benches under the cherry trees, the cherry blossoms coyly swaying and providing cover for the intimate scenes.

Serene and peaceful, bursting with youth and beauty,

Inside the student council activity classroom,

The pretty girl sat on the boy's lap, holding something precious, she bowed her head and delivered her passionate and sincere kisses.

And the boy responded in kind, with the girl's red coat already undone, revealing the white shirt beneath.

The red and gray plaid pleated skirt had been lifted to the waist, revealing the black stockings underneath, but it seemed like the quality of the stockings was not very good…

......

"Ding ding ding!" The bell signaling the start of class echoed throughout the entire campus,

students had already taken their seats, and Haruka Yuzan had also managed to return to the classroom right before the teacher.

Clutching his slightly reddened lips, he sighed while looking at the cool and distant figure of the girl in front of him,

It would be nice if both of their personalities could soften a bit—one was dead cold, and the other was extremely like a sickly sweet bt.

The afternoon slowly passed by,

and the language arts teacher was on the stage explaining Haruki Murakami's essays, the beautiful prose just like today's weather, so desirable.

Reading them felt so calm and free.

That's the charm of writing, which presents the scenes the author wants to describe between the lines,

and it's a good article that can draw you in and resonate with you.

But today, Haruka was unusually distracted and off task.

Turns out, hunger and sleepiness really could block the path of an aspiring young man.

Noon was spent entangled by the crazy woman, Otome Mizuko, in a two-hour bout; towards the end, Haruka became somewhat numb. It felt great in the moment, but afterwards, it was truly unbearable.

Moreover, the skills of Otome Mizuko were just too poor, Haruka couldn't tell if it was intentional or accidental, but she often used her teeth to bite him, as if she really wanted to eat him up.

His tongue still hurt now.

He definitely needed to teach her properly if he got the chance.

Alas,

With a soft sigh, he finally made it to the end of the class. Just as the teacher had just left the classroom, Haruka Yuzan also followed him out.

Of course, it wasn't because he wanted to humbly ask questions about problems faced by students; his immediate concern was to solve the most important matter in life.

He bought a piece of bread and a bottle of strawberry milk from the snack vending machine on the first floor of the teaching building before returning to the classroom.

The bread was the very cheap kind, with an average taste, but Haruka Yuzan wasn't very demanding—he just needed something to hold him over until school was out.

Reiko Onodera had sent a message from home early, inquiring about when Haruka would be returning so she could prepare dinner ahead of time.

Chewing on the straw of the strawberry milk, Haruka Yuzan sat on his chair, taking out paper and pen to scribble and draw,

The club issues were resolved, and ultimately, under the tyranny of Otome Mizuko, Haruka Yuzan chose to give in.

The main thing was, Ms. Otome promised that once Haruka joined the student council, he wouldn't need to do anything, he could even choose when to leave school, and definitely, no one would come to trouble him.

Such conditions were hard not to be moved by; one had to admit, Otome Mizuko really had a deep understanding of Haruka Yuzan.

Perhaps love was like this; who knew when the pheromones had drawn the daughter of the prestigious Otome Family, but unlike those secret admirers, Otome Mizuko's approach was more direct.

It was also a display of her absolute confidence, a pity, though, that she had come across Haruka Yuzan, whose heart longed for the vastness of the entire forest.

"Classmate Haruka, did you skip lunch?"

Suddenly, a sweet voice interrupted the handsome youth deep in thought, Mikoto Tamamo from the class asked with some concern.

The girl had her hair done up in two ponytails, and the shirt-and-pleated skirt style of the uniform really suited her, making her seem particularly lively. Thanks to her cheerful nature, she also had quite the popularity in the class.

"I have half a sandwich left over from lunch that I can give to you if you don't mind…"

The commotion here drew the attention of those around; hearing that there was a chance to eat something left by a beautiful girl, the boys all showed envious expressions,

Tamamo Student's warmth toward everyone gave Haruka Yuzan a faint whiff of green tea.

"Thank you for the offer, Tamamo Student, but I just ate a sandwich, so I'm not hungry right now,"

Haruka Yuzan pointed to the still unthrown packaging bag beside him and said with a smile, "You should keep that half for yourself."