Chapter 171

Judging by the way he was babbling on, he hadn't the faintest idea how utterly messed up his hairstyle was.

“...Um... I don't quite know how to explain it...”

Miyuki offered an awkward smile.

She was holding her tongue out of consideration... but someone had to tell him the truth.

Otherwise, he was just a public nuisance. People's eyes were going to rot out of their skulls.

I stood up, walked over to Tetsuya, and pointed at the semicircular gouge on the side of his head.

“Where the hell did you get this done?”

“At the neighborhood salon yesterday... I didn't want the sides puffing out like a mushroom, so I asked them to press it down a bit. Does it look weird?”

This wasn't pressing down his hair. They had caved in his skull.

If you took an X-ray, his temporal lobe would probably show a massive dent.

How exactly did they even achieve a style like this? It didn't look like a down perm... Did they cut it with a sharpened ice cream scoop?

I suddenly found myself intensely curious about the hairdresser's competence.

As much as I loathed Tetsuya, as a fellow man, I couldn't just let this slide.

“Go to a shop downtown today and get it cut short. Buzz it all off.”

Tetsuya's expression twisted into something bizarre at my advice.

He finally seemed to realize it—that his hair was completely botched.

“I-is it really that bad?”

“Did it not look bad when you looked in the mirror?”

“I thought it looked fine...”

“It looks fucking awful, so don't argue and just cut it. And wear a hat to press the whole thing down before class starts.”

“There's no way I have a hat on me right now...”

“Then wet it and push it down, you little shit.”

“A-alright...”

I just saved you from becoming a complete laughingstock, so you'd better be grateful, you little fuck.

If he tried to copy my hairstyle again like he did over summer break, I wouldn't let him off so easy next time.

With that trivial incident out of the way, class soon began.

I clicked my tongue quietly as I watched Tetsuya constantly fiddling with his hair, then turned my head when Miyuki poked me in the side.

“What?”

Smiling brightly with her mouth tightly shut, she pointed to the corner of her notebook.

I looked over and checked it.

[It was nice seeing you act so friendly. But the cursing wasn't great.]

The sentence was written in her neat, pretty handwriting.

She had taken my calling Tetsuya a “little shit” to heart.

I gave a nonchalant shrug in response.

Miyuki's brow twitched. She picked up her mechanical pencil and scribbled a new sentence right below it.

[Cursing is bad.]

Couldn't she let a simple “little shit” slide?

It was just like Miyuki. When it came to profanity and violence, she absolutely refused to compromise.

Wearing a thoroughly disgruntled expression, I turned my attention back to the chalkboard.

Just then.

Slip.

Miyuki slid her warm hand right down my pants and began carefully massaging the waistband of my underwear.

She did it with terrifying composure, calmly staring at her textbook and pretending to pay attention to the lecture.

It was a reward. She wanted to praise me for playing nice earlier.

It had been a while since I'd received a reward right in the middle of class. I'd been waiting for this.

Half-expecting she might pull something like this, I calmly scooted my chair closer to the desk to block the line of sight from the neighboring seats.

Then, just as shamelessly as Miyuki, I glued my eyes to the textbook and simply sat back to enjoy her touch.

“...Hn.”

Miyuki... was resting her chin on her hand, her elbow propped up on the desk.

She wasn't even blinking as her right hand slowly stroked my cock. Doing this in a classroom full of people gave it an intense, thrilling sense of depravity.

The fear that someone might notice made my nerves hum with tension.

Did Miyuki not share that fear at all?

Or perhaps she was simply at ease, trusting that I would cover for us.

Figuring that was enough, I tapped Miyuki's arm right below my navel.

It was a signal to stop. But her hand showed absolutely no intention of slowing down.

“...”

I shot her a dumbfounded look, but she was still perfectly imitating an attentive student.

Was she seriously planning to make me cum right here?

Or did she just not realize I was rapidly approaching my limit?

If I just blew my load without thinking, the smell would be completely obvious. The fallout would be disastrous.

I didn't care about myself, but I absolutely refused to let Miyuki's pristine image take a hit.

“...Hey.”

I called her so faintly that only someone sitting right beside me could have heard it. Miyuki shifted her eyes to glance at me.

I mouthed that I was about to cum. With a flash of regret in her eyes, she let out a soft breath through her nose and slipped her hand out of my pants.

Then, like an absolute pervert, she raised the hand that had just been stroking my cock right up to her face to take a sniff.

Right at that moment.

“Matsuda.”

The teacher's voice cut through the lecture.

Miyuki flinched and quickly dropped her hand. I answered in her place.

“Yes...?”

“Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?”

“Ah... I'm not sure...? I do feel a little hot.”

“Then head over to the Nurse's Office. If you're feeling sick, you need to speak up. There's no point suffering in silence, is there?”

In the past, the teacher would have just ignored me and kept teaching even if I'd claimed I was sick. Now, he was actually worrying about me.

Though if he knew the truth, he wouldn't be worrying—he'd be handing down a suspension.

I hadn't actually wanted to leave and was about to say I was fine, but a sudden thought struck me. I bit my tongue and stood up from my seat.

As covertly as possible, I flicked my eyes back and forth between Miyuki and the classroom door.

Follow me out. Understanding the signal, Miyuki shook her head, shooting me a look of distinct reluctance.

But her hesitation didn't last long.

Feigning disappointment, I slumped my shoulders and turned to leave. Seeing this, her hand shot up into the air, and she addressed the teacher.

“Sir... Matsuda-kun has been muttering to himself and blinking oddly for a while now. He really doesn't look well. I'll escort him down to the Nurse's Office.”

“Is that so? By all means, go ahead.”

And so, fully leaning into Miyuki's “support,” we exited the room. The moment she pulled the classroom door shut behind us and linked her arm through mine, I flashed her a grin.

“How on earth do you manage to lie with such a straight face?”

“...Don't say that. I'm going to get mad.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“So... what did you call me out here for?”

It was hilarious hearing her ask that when she already knew exactly why.

I just shrugged and glanced down the hall.

The hallway was dead quiet. The atmosphere felt wonderfully illicit.

“We have to get to the Nurse's Office, don't we?”

“You're not even planning on going there...”

“Let's head somewhere else first.”

“Where to...?”

“I'm not entirely sure myself.”

In situations like this, it was best to just let your feet lead the way.

I grabbed Miyuki's wrist and silently led her up the stairs.

We walked past the second-year floor, all the way up to the Third Year hallway.

Heading any higher would take us straight to the Rooftop. Granted, we hadn't used it that often, but I had enough of a track record up there to make the location feel a bit stale.

Should we slip into the Third Year bathroom?

Or maybe right in front of the Student Council Room. That didn't sound too bad.

“Why on earth did you bring us up here...? Let's go somewhere else.”

Just as I was weighing our options, Miyuki grumbled and tried to pull away. I immediately spun around and locked eyes with her.

“...What?”

At first, she held her ground, staring right back at me. But a second later, perhaps sensing the shift in my mood, she nervously stepped backward until her back hit the wall.

“What is it...? Don't tell me you're having weird thoughts about... doing something right here...?”

Her voice trembled slightly.

I planted my forearm against the wall right beside her head and leaned in, pressing my body flush against hers.

I practically enveloped her, using my frame to shield her face from any prying eyes that might walk by.

“Matsuda-kun...! What are you doing?!”

She stamped her feet in a fluster as soon as she saw the wicked glint in my eyes.

Even I wasn't enough of a piece of trash to actually try and have sex with her right here in the open hallway. She was giving me entirely too much credit.

Maybe if school was cancelled, it'd be a different story.

I leaned down and kissed her softly on the forehead as her large, wide eyes darted around anxiously.

She froze, startled by the sudden show of tenderness. I brought my lips just a breath away from hers and asked.

“Is this not allowed either?”

At the incredibly teasing tone in my voice, Miyuki's cheeks flared a brilliant red.

She immediately realized she had jumped to the absolute worst conclusions.

Squirming with embarrassment, she gently pushed against my shoulder and whined.

“T-this is as far as our little rebellion goes. No more...”

“I wasn't the one who told you to do this.”

“What are you talking about?! Matsuda-kun, you were the one motioning for me to follow you out!”

“You're the one who actually followed. Nobody forced you.”

“That's because you looked like you were going to die of sadness when I said no! F-fine, I'm heading back to class.”

“Already? If you go back right now, they'll just assume you dragged me halfway to the Nurse's Office and then abandoned me.”

“I don't care... I'd rather they thought... Hmph!”

Miyuki's indignant rambling was cut off with a sharp gasp.

I had crashed my lips against hers.

Stunned by the sudden ambush, she struggled for a brief second, trying to shove me away. But...

“Mmph...”

As soon as I slipped my tongue inside and traced it over her gums, she completely melted.

Actually, “melted” wasn't the right word. She had become fully, eagerly responsive.

Sneaking out in the middle of a lecture was bad enough, but fooling around in a hallway where any student could walk by at any second was a completely different level of thrill.

It was a blatant rule violation that would guarantee demerits if we were caught.

Miyuki, who belonged to the Student Council and knew the school rulebook cover to cover, knew this better than anyone. Yet, she still wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and enthusiastically accepted my tongue.

I explored her mouth as her body grew hotter against mine, then gently pressed my fingertips into her ribs.

She exhaled a hot, shuddering breath through her nose, and all the strength vanished from her legs.

Her knees buckled, and she began to slide down the wall.

She would have collapsed into a heap on the floor, but I had already wedged my leg between hers, preventing that from happening.

“...Hnn...”

She let out a small, relieved moan and just completely settled her weight down onto my thigh.

Then, completely unprompted, she slipped both of her hands beneath my dress shirt, lightly grazing her nails against my bare skin to tantalize me.

She was getting bolder and more erotic by the day, yet she still retained her sharp, headstrong attitude.

She was so unbelievably adorable it was driving me insane.

Surrounded only by the wet, sticky sounds echoing softly down the quiet corridor, we lost ourselves in the kiss for quite some time.

Just then.

“Oh my god...! You—you startled me!”

A girl's breathless shriek rang out from down the hall.

It had to be a Third Year sunbae-nim heading back from a mid-class bathroom break.

At the sudden sound of an uninvited guest, Miyuki, who had been completely lost in the kiss, flinched hard.

I pressed my body even closer against her, fully shielding her from the older girl's line of sight, and simply continued what we were doing.

“What the hell... Seriously, what a...”

Muttering in utter disgust, the girl hurried away. Once she was gone, I finally pulled my lips away from Miyuki's.

I looked down into her misty, heavy-lidded eyes and flashed her a wicked grin.

“So, is this really as far as our little rebellion goes?”

If the girl who witnessed our rendezvous marched straight to the Faculty Office or tattled to any teacher currently in class, we were guaranteed to be slapped with demerits.

That kind of scandal would be a massive blow to Miyuki, especially since she was on the Student Council.

And with all the demerits I'd racked up last semester, I'd be treading on some very thin ice myself.

But honestly? I didn't think it would be too bad.

Not if they explicitly named Miyuki and me, but rather...

If a rumor started spreading that “an unidentified couple was making out aggressively in the Third Year hallway”...

And the very next day, a massive notice reading [Public Displays of Affection Will Result in Immediate Disciplinary Committee Hearings] was pinned to the main bulletin board? Seeing Miyuki's reaction to that would be absolutely priceless.