Year End Exams

The school year came to a close with a series of announcements, the most prominent of which was the declaration of the class points. The Event Selection Exam had taken its toll on the students, and the final results had shifted the standings of the classes considerably:

Class A: 837 points

Class B: 681 points

Class C: 642 points

Class D: 448 points

The tension in the air was palpable as the students absorbed the news. Class C had surged ahead, narrowing the gap with Class B and inching closer to the top. For Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, the result was satisfactory—his strategic moves had paid off. Although he remained indifferent on the surface, his mind was already thinking ahead to the next phase.

The school administration soon announced that all students would be given a month-long break before the new academic year began in mid-April. The break was not just a vacation for the students but also a necessary time for the school to process the incoming first-year students and bid farewell to the third-year students. It was a transition period that would allow everyone to reset and prepare for what lay ahead.

The atmosphere on campus shifted from one of competition to relaxation as students eagerly awaited their month-long break. Many of them made plans for the vacation, while others took the opportunity to recover from the grueling exam period. However, for Ayanokoji, this was merely a lull in the action, a temporary respite before the inevitable return to the fray. His thoughts were already moving to the future.

Later that evening, Ayanokoji found himself in front of Ichinose Honami's door. The hallway was quiet, and he knocked softly. Honami opened the door, her usually cheerful expression replaced with a look of melancholy. She had taken her loss against Ryuen to heart, and her emotions were written plainly on her face.

The night air was thick with tension as Ayanokoji held Honami close, his arms wrapped securely around her trembling form. Her sobs had softened, replaced by the occasional shudder as she breathed in deeply, her tears slowly drying against his chest. He could feel the weight of her sadness, the disappointment that had taken root in her heart. Despite her efforts, she had been unable to defeat Ryuen, and the burden of that loss was heavy.

Honami's body began to relax under his touch as Ayanokoji's hands explored her curves with calculated precision. His fingers traced the outline of her bra, slipping under the fabric to caress her soft skin. The gentle yet firm pressure of his touch elicited a quiet moan from Honami, her body responding to the comfort and intimacy he offered.

"Kiyotaka..." she whispered, her voice shaky as she looked up at him, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. The vulnerability in her gaze was stark, a sharp contrast to the confident leader she usually portrayed to her classmates.

He met her gaze with his usual calm, his expression unreadable as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her neck. "You did everything you could, Honami. There's no shame in losing when you gave it your all."

His words were soft, almost gentle, as he continued to caress her. She closed her eyes, her hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingers. The warmth of his body seeped into her, gradually easing the tension that had gripped her since the exam results were announced.

Ayanokoji's hand slid lower, slipping under her skirt as he felt the smooth skin of her thighs. Honami's breath hitched again, but she didn't resist. Instead, she let herself be drawn into the moment, her mind momentarily forgetting the weight of her loss. As Ayanokoji's fingers moved with a deliberate slowness, exploring every inch of her, Honami's sadness began to melt away, replaced by a growing warmth that spread through her entire body.

With a sudden yet controlled movement, Ayanokoji lifted Honami off the ground, carrying her effortlessly to her bed. He laid her down gently, his hands never leaving her skin as he climbed onto the bed beside her. His touch was deliberate, calculated to elicit the maximum response from her, and Honami couldn't help but respond to the growing intensity between them.

Her moans became louder, the sound filling the quiet room as Ayanokoji continued his ministrations, his hands exploring every inch of her body with an almost clinical precision. His expression remained stoic, but the way he moved spoke volumes. Honami's hands clutched at the sheets, her back arching as Ayanokoji's touch sent waves of pleasure through her.

The night passed in a haze of intimacy, with Ayanokoji's touch guiding Honami to forget her sorrows, even if only for a little while. By the time the first rays of dawn began to creep through the curtains, Honami lay spent, her head resting on Ayanokoji's chest as she drifted off to sleep, her earlier tears long forgotten. Ayanokoji, however, remained awake, his mind already planning his next move.

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The next evening, Ayanokoji found himself standing outside Airi Sakura's door. The campus had grown quieter as students retreated into their rooms, eager to enjoy the beginning of their month-long break. Ayanokoji knocked softly, and moments later, the door opened to reveal Airi, her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Kiyotaka-kun," she greeted, her voice tinged with excitement and nervousness. She stepped aside, allowing him to enter her small but cozy room. Airi's nervousness was palpable as she closed the door behind him, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.

Ayanokoji didn't waste any time. As soon as the door clicked shut, he stepped closer to her, his hand cupping her cheek. Airi's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as Ayanokoji leaned in, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she pressed her body against his.

The kiss deepened, growing more intense as Ayanokoji's hands began to explore her body. Airi's shy demeanor melted away under his touch, her moans filling the room as Ayanokoji guided her to the bed. He pushed her down gently, his eyes locking with hers as he began to undress her, his movements slow and deliberate.

Airi's breath hitched as he removed her clothes, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze. Her body trembled with anticipation as Ayanokoji ran his hands over her smooth skin, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He leaned in, kissing her deeply as his hands continued to explore her curves, eliciting soft moans from Airi with every touch.

"Kiyotaka-kun…" she whispered, her voice barely audible as she arched her back, pressing her body against his. The heat between them grew with each passing second, their movements becoming more urgent as the night wore on.

Ayanokoji's touch was relentless, driving Airi to the edge again and again until she was left breathless and trembling in his arms. By the time they were done, Airi lay exhausted, her body pressed against his as they both caught their breath. She looked up at him with a contented smile, her eyes filled with warmth and affection.

"Thank you," she whispered softly, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. Ayanokoji simply nodded, his mind already drifting to the next encounter he had planned.

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The following night, Ayanokoji found himself in front of Kushida Kikyou's door. She had been expecting him, and as soon as he knocked, the door swung open to reveal Kushida, her usual cheerful smile replaced with a sultry smirk. She stepped aside, letting him in with a playful gleam in her eyes.

"Kiyotaka-kun, I've been waiting for you," she purred, closing the door behind him as she moved closer, her body brushing against his in a teasing manner. Ayanokoji remained impassive, but his eyes followed her every move as she led him to her bed, her intentions clear from the start.

Kushida wasted no time, pulling him down onto the bed with her, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss. Her hands were quick and nimble as she began to undress him, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Ayanokoji responded in kind, his hands exploring her body with the same calculated precision he had used on Honami and Airi.

Kushida was more aggressive than the others, her movements bold and confident as she took control of their encounter. She straddled him, her hips grinding against his as she leaned down to kiss him, her hands roaming over his chest. Ayanokoji allowed her to take the lead, watching with a detached interest as she explored his body.

The night was filled with the sounds of their passion, Kushida's moans growing louder with each passing moment as she moved against him. Ayanokoji's touch was firm, his hands guiding her movements as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.

By the time they were done, Kushida lay beside him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. She looked over at him with a satisfied smile, her eyes filled with a mischievous glint. "You're always so composed, Kiyotaka-kun," she teased, her voice soft and playful.

Ayanokoji simply nodded, his mind already moving on to the next task at hand.