Chapter 302

Even if the Judo Club member started it, a fight was still a fight. As a result, I got an earful from an angry Director Goro. His reaction made perfect sense. As a martial artist, starting an actual brawl instead of a proper sparring match right in front of the freshmen would naturally provoke his wrath.

I’d braced myself for a severe scolding, so I was relieved when it turned out to be mostly a formality. The director seemed just as angry that Chinami had been insulted. Combined with President Renka taking my side and the fight not escalating any further, he likely figured a lecture was enough. My diligent work as a manager up to this point probably played a part in softening his stance as well.

By the time I left the Club Room, it was lunch. Renka went off to eat a bento with Chinami, while I headed to my classroom after getting a message from Miyuki to come see her. Miyuki was sitting all alone inside an empty Class 2-A. She had her coat pulled tight around herself, her body rocking slowly back and forth.

"You're here? Come here."

Miyuki patted my desk. Her seductive smile was absolutely gorgeous. I took my seat as instructed and asked,

"What is it?"

"I heard there was an incident in the First-Year Hallway during the club presentations today..."

I wondered why she called me during lunch, but of course she already knew. Had the rumor spread that fast during the break after third period? Or had word reached the Student Council, prompting one of its officers to mass-text everyone? Whatever the case, it was impressive.

"Word is that the Kendo Club and the Judo Club got into a fight. You're involved in this, aren't you, Matsuda-kun?"

I just shrugged at her words.

"What makes you think I'm involved?"

"You told the Faculty Office you were missing class for the presentation. The only ones running the Kendo Club's presentation were President Inoo-sunbae, manager Senior Nanase, and you, Matsuda-kun. It would be weirder if you weren't involved, wouldn't it?"

"It could have been some freshmen wanting to join the Kendo Club who caused the trouble."

"Seeing how talkative you're getting, I can safely say you were the one fighting."

"...Well, yeah, but..."

"I know the rough details... but since it's a rumor I heard through the grapevine, I'd rather hear it straight from you, Matsuda-kun. So explain."

Miyuki's expression showed she was genuinely ready to listen. It felt like she had faith in me—that if someone who had reformed as earnestly as I had was pushed into a fight, there had to be a reason.

Feeling a profound sense of astonishment at how drastically she had changed when comparing her current reaction to the past, I explained the entire incident. Miyuki listened quietly before nodding.

"So that's how it happened?"

"Yeah."

"Got it."

She was letting it slide surprisingly easily. Was that really the end of it? Feeling a bit skeptical, I stared at Miyuki.

"Is that it...?"

"That's it. Is something missing? Do you want me to punish you?"

How exactly would she punish me? Miyuki obviously meant a lecture, but I wanted to take it in a different direction. Queen Miyuki milking me dry... I was somewhat curious to see that.

"No."

"You just tried to confront the guy who insulted Senior Nanase, and he attacked you first. Plus, strictly speaking, it didn't devolve into a full-blown fistfight, you didn't escalate it, and you even apologized to the bystanders... I think you did well."

She thought I did well... I could hardly believe those words came from Miyuki, a girl who despised violence. The truth was, I hadn't grabbed him just to talk—I had fully intended to pick a fight from the start. Better keep that detail to myself.

"Just because I said that doesn't mean I want you getting into more fights, and I trust you know that better than anyone, Matsuda-kun."

Hearing Miyuki's affectionate words washed a refreshing feeling over my heart. She really was impossible not to love.

"I know."

"That's fine, then. The Kendo Club and the Judo Club might want to sweep this incident under the rug, but word will definitely reach the Student Council. They'll likely take it seriously since your name is coming up again... but don't worry too much. The cause and effect are clear, so you won't face any major disciplinary action."

Startled by her words, I asked,

"So you're saying I am going to get disciplined?"

"I don't know about that. The Student Council has a pretty high opinion of you lately, Matsuda-kun. If things go well, they might just let you off with a warning."

"If I do get disciplined, can't you block it for me? You're a second-year now; you must have some power."

"Hearing that just makes me want to sit back and do nothing."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Then I take it back."

Miyuki stared in disbelief at my utterly shameless expression before bursting into a sudden laugh. She looked especially adorable today, and I decided I couldn't hold back; I had to have a round with her right now. Resolving myself, I glanced around the room and spoke.

"Where did Miura go?"

"I told her to go ahead and eat. Could you please stop having dirty thoughts? We're in a classroom."

Reading the look in my eyes, Miyuki shook her head with a firm expression. But that only lasted a moment.

I lunged forward, spreading Miyuki's legs wide open and wedging my body between them. Her eyes quaked like an earthquake. It seemed she genuinely hadn't expected me to try anything in the classroom.

"M-Matsuda-kun...! Are you crazy? We really can't...! We'll definitely get caught...!"

"I'll just lock the doors."

"There are windows...! And no curtains...!! I-If you want to do it, let's do it somewhere else...!"

So doing it was fine. We hadn't done it for a few days, so Miyuki's own desires seemed to have built up quite a bit.

"Where else?"

"The Rooftop...! Even the Rooftop..."

"It's cold up there."

"T-Then the bathroom..."

"Don't you think that'd be riskier?"

"The gym storage room...!!"

It was a spot we used often, so it lacked impact, but it was the safest option. Seeing her desperate panic, I slowly pressed Miyuki's legs back together. Grabbing her hand as she let out an exasperated sigh, I pulled her to her feet.

"So we're going to the storage room?"

"...But we have to make it quick... In case the students who have P.E. in the afternoon come in... And we need to clean up properly... so nobody notices..."

"Got it. I'll do all of that."

"Okay..."

As Miyuki and I left the classroom, a laugh suddenly escaped my lips. I found it funny how she'd acted like she was about to get taken right then and there, only to obediently follow me to the gym room.

Miyuki seemed to be sharing the same thought, a somewhat shy smile playing on her lips. Not too long ago, she would wear a guilty expression whenever we had relations on school grounds, but now there was almost no sign of that. Sticking close to her side and matching her stride, I walked with her out of the school building.

‘What is this?’

It was time for club activities. When I arrived at the Club Room, my eyes widened. Several fresh-faced students were accepting pamphlets from Chinami at a desk set up outside.

Why were there so many people? At a rough guess, there had to be at least twenty of them. The gender ratio was half and half... Were they all trying to join? I could understand the girls doing it since Renka was here, but why were there so many guys? I hated the smell of sweat. I wished they would all just disappear.

Passing through the students with those thoughts in mind, I felt their gazes focus on me.

"Ah, Junior. You're here."

Spotting me, Chinami waved both hands. I stepped closer to her and asked,

"What's all this?"

"Muhuhu... These are prospective applicants for the Kendo Club. It seems the way you handled yourself today was very, very impressive. The rumor has already spread across the entire universe."

She had to be talking about how I just subdued the Judo Club member and apologized to the bystanders. To think they were looking favorably on me for apologizing—something I naturally should have done anyway. It really made me wonder just how desolate the world had become.

Still, I supposed I must have acted pretty manly, considering they were showing up like this long after the presentation time ended. If I told Renka to only accept the pretty girls, would she really look at me with disgust?

"I'm so sorry, but we've run out of the pamphlets we prepared for today. We'll have plenty more ready the next time you drop by, so please understand."

The moment Chinami addressed the crowd with a genuinely apologetic expression, everyone's attention shifted right to her. A bright, energetic, and impossibly kind manager... She was exactly the type of girl guys preferred.

On top of that, Renka was here, so there was a chance they wanted to join just to see a beautiful upperclassman. Perhaps this sudden explosion of freshmen wasn't because of me, but because of Renka and Chinami.

The spring semester hadn't even started yet, but the number of creeps harboring impure motives was already growing. I needed to gouge all their eyeballs out.

"Junior? What are you thinking about?"

Chinami hid her hands behind her back and tilted her body. It was an incredibly cute sight. Since Miyuki had said she had things to do at home, I decided I would spend today with Chinami.

"I was thinking about how it would be to go there this evening."

"Where is there?"

"Raffia."

"Nyeh...!?"

She must have remembered the name of the love hotel, as Chinami's face instantly turned red. Rolling her shining pink eyes, she spoke in a faint voice.

"You mean...?"

"I was thinking I could give you a massage. Do you have time today?"

"I-I do, but..."

"But?"

"I promised to eat cake with Renka..."

In that case, I should steer things toward having Renka come along too. There was a high chance she would stubbornly refuse, claiming she'd rather die than go, but if I half-forced her to agree through various forms of education during club activities, wouldn't it work out somehow? I entertained that hopeful thought.

"Can I tag along?"

"Ah... of course you can come..."

"Then we'll go together after this? I'll let the President know."

"Okay... Then should we make that our plan for now...?"

"Yes."

"Alright... Then I guess I need to mentally prepare myself..."

I wasn't sure if she was mentally preparing herself to get a massage or for something naughty. Maybe both? Our Chinami was a naive little pervert, so it made sense for her to think that way.

Already feeling the blood rushing to my lower half, I sent the freshmen off and helped Chinami move the desk back inside the Club Room.