Thank you

Looking at the ghostly symbols on the blackboard, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Not to mention, he was not some top student to begin with, but even if he was one, he had long forgotten all the high school knowledge of his previous life.

But everyone's names have been called, and it's impossible not to go up.

Looking at the gazes from Tsukimi, Shinomiya, and others in front of him, Sasaki gritted his teeth and prepared to be embarrassed.

But before he could stand up, the sleeve on his right hand was suddenly pulled, followed by a warm and soft touch passing through his palm, and then something like a note appeared in it.

After glancing sideways at Saraya Yasui, who was expressionless and looking up at the blackboard, Fuyumi Sasaki walked up to the podium with the thought, 'This girl really isn't bad' in his mind.

Just as Sasaki hoped, Miyuki Kisaragi did not stand aside and stare at him but went to wander below.

After a while of secretly copying the content with his head down, he threw down the chalk and returned to his seat, holding the note.

Instead of listening to Miyuki Kisaragi's compliments on the podium and the surprised looks from the surrounding classmates, he held a pen and wrote something on the paper without expression.

After all those gazes disappeared, Sasaki Fuyumi threw the written note to Yasui Sarada, who was listening to the class.

Looking at the small paper ball that was suddenly thrown from the side, the latter glanced at the boy, who was blinking at her in confusion.

And then, with a faint curiosity in her heart, she stretched out her hand and unfolded the paper ball.

[Thank you, Sara-san; otherwise, I would have been miserable. (〃'▽'〃)]

Looking at the thank you and the amusing emoticon on it, Yasui Sara, who was an honors student and had never received a note in class, pursed her lips, looked up nervously at the teacher who was still lecturing, and then took out her pen, writing something back on the crumpled paper.

After writing the desired words, because she didn't want to make a conspicuous action like throwing a paper ball, Yasui Sara, who was passing a note like this in the class for the first time, first looked around to check her surroundings.

And after she found that no one was paying attention, she reached out and handed the paper ball over.

Looking sideways at the paper ball lying quietly in her delicate fair palm, Sasaki Fuyumi smiled softly, supported his head with his left hand, and glanced at the blackboard while stretching his right hand from under the table.

Because he didn't want to affect his favor in the other party's heart because of some trivial details, he did not take advantage of it but took the paper ball in a polite manner.

[It doesn't matter.

We're classmates...?(????ω????)?]

[Stop doing something as obvious as throwing a paper ball, the teacher will see it. ]

Unfolding the paper ball and looking at the small characters on it, Sasaki Fuyumi glanced at the somewhat nervous Yasui Sarada with a smile on his lips.

And the girl, who was looking around for fear that someone might see him, naturally noticed his smile.

Thinking that he was laughing at her cowardice, she puffed out her creamy cheeks and glared at Sasaki fiercely.

It's just because her appearance was too cute, her ferocious expression and eyes naturally seemed adorably ferocious, like a fluffy kitten showing its tiny teeth and mewing.

Seeing her expression of "I'm so fierce, I'm already angry", Sasaki covered the raised corners of his mouth with his left hand, lightly shrugged his shoulders, looked up at the blackboard, and pretended to be listening to the class.

And how could Saraya Yasui, who already knew what level Sasaki was studying, believe that he was really listening to the class?

Seeing him shrugging his shoulders and covering his mouth, the girl now felt that he was very evil-minded and angrily searched for something that could teach him a lesson and make him stop laughing.

But even after searching around, she didn't find anything that could be thrown, but she did see Sasaki's feet stretched out on the outside of the desk.

The girl, who was a little hesitant to step over and teach him a lesson, glanced at the guy, who was still covering his mouth and looking at his crooked eyebrows, she suddenly felt annoyed.

Before she could even hesitate, she instinctively stretched out her semi-transparent, flesh-colored thigh-high stockings and small feet wearing white indoor shoes.

Tap—

Feeling the sudden increase in weight on his feet, the boy subconsciously moved back.

But thinking that it was Sasaki who had surrendered and wanted to escape, the original anxiety and hesitation disappeared without a trace, replaced by a smirk as she increased the strength on his feet, and she pressed down harder.

Now knowing that someone was stepping on him, Sasaki turned his head and looked down at the side of the table.

What came into view was a pair of beautiful legs, slender yet voluptuous legs, wrapped in stockings.

Reluctant as he was to admit, it was indeed beautiful to him.

Because the aisle between the two was not too narrow, and the girl was not very tall, she had to stretch her leg fully to step on his foot.

So, Fuyumi Sasaki, who had lowered his head slightly, could see the instep of the foot exposed through her shoes.

The bulging arch and ankle that looked transparent due to Yasui's movements, accentuated by the stretching stocking, allowed him to see more of her pale pink foot hidden under the stockings.

'Cute, want to pinch...'

A sudden thought occurred in his mind.

After seeing her movements clearly, Sasaki did not immediately look back. Instead, his gaze slowly moved up her straight and round legs.

Because Saraya Yasui was not a slender kind of beauty, her legs were naturally very plump and full of flesh.

Not to mention the stockings wrapped around her legs, which shimmered slightly with a layer of hazy flesh-colored stockings under the sunlight outside the window.

Although Sasaki didn't know much about stockings, those with this level of thickness should be around 40D, right?

Pondering over the thickness of the stockings, Sasaki Fuyumi looked at the thin black silk that seemed to be coated with a layer of pearlescent powder, giving it a smooth appearance.

His stunned eyes also moved smoothly moved to the end of the stockings.

That was, the white greasy spot under the skirt and above the stockings.

Looking at the fair skin slightly indented by the stockings, Sasaki Fuyumi hadn't even mentally exclaimed 'I could play with this for years' when Yasui Sarada, who was almost unbearable by his scorching gaze, intensified the movements of her feet.

Feeling the light grinding on his foot, he couldn't help but raise his head to look at the blushing and embarrassed girl.

Obviously, his stare, which had been as if glued to her, made the honor student feel violated.

It's just, feeling the smooth stockinged foot on him, although it would be a bit rude to think, but at this moment the boy wished she would keep stepping on him all day.

And the thing that he was most shocked of, was that he never thought he would have such a serious case of foot fetish.

For Kyouka Tachibana, he simply thought she was irresistible so he had such issues, but now...

He was truly ashamed of himself.

Whatever...he was not a saint to begin with.

It's better to be honest with yourself.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and stared.

However, his unrepentant gesture of wanting to look down again further irritated Yasui Sara, who wanted to punish him.

She didn't understand how someone could be so evil-minded.

She was trying to teach him a lesson, yet he kept staring at her legs?

And why did she feel that his gaze seemed to be filled with warmth, so hot it felt like it was going to burn through her socks.

It made her stiff legs feel both numb and tingly, a sudden sensation that was one of the reasons why she forgot to withdraw her leg.

After all, for an inexperienced girl, this level of stimulation was a bit too early.

But just when Sasaki was thinking in his mind whether he should restrain himself to avoid completely making Yasui angry, her suddenly arched knees and her small white hands reaching down caught his attention.

Looking sideways, he saw the girl's cute little face frowning, her white lips pressing tightly, and her hands covering her thighs.

As soon as doubts arose in his mind, looking at the way she gently bounced her calf, he realized she might have a cramp.

'A cramp?'