Chapter 3: First Impressions of St. Sakura Girls’ High School

The touch of the girl’s skin still lingered on his lips, accompanied by the faint, delicate fragrance drifting from Miyuki Sakurai...

To be honest, Quillan was completely stunned for a moment. He quickly took a step back, looking at Miyuki with a trace of embarrassment.

Miyuki, on the other hand, blushed deeply and lowered her head even further. Perhaps because Quillan had just rescued her earlier that morning, she didn’t show the slightest hint of annoyance at having her forehead kissed.

Great. Looking at Miyuki now, explaining will probably do no good anyway.

Quillan walked toward his seat in frustration. His deskmate was also an exceptionally pretty girl; seeing Quillan approach, her expression darkened. She gathered her things, picked up her bag, stood up, and moved to the seat in front—Miyuki’s original spot.

Left with no choice, Miyuki quietly took the seat right beside Quillan, offering him a tiny nod.

"Um, are you two dating?"

"Miyuki-chan, is it true?"

The moment they sat down, several girls crowded around to pry.

Miyuki’s face remained bright red. She wanted to explain, but remembering Quillan’s earlier advice, she lapsed into silence.

The girls continued pressing for details, and one of them remarked while looking at Miyuki, "No way, it’s only the first day of school! Sakurai-san and this guy must have just met today, right? Isn’t starting to date already a bit too fast?"

When girls started gossiping, it really was quite overwhelming.

Miyuki grew increasingly awkward. Fortunately, class was about to start. The sharp click of high heels against the hallway floor echoed through the air, instantly silencing the entire classroom. A long-haired beauty in her early twenties—wearing a tight teacher’s skirt suit with black pantyhose covering her shapely legs—stepped up to the podium.

Hmm? Why does that outfit look so familiar? 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Quillan was startled. He looked up at the teacher’s face just as the gorgeous instructor happened to glance his way. Their eyes met.

It really is her!

Norika Harada...

Quillan immediately covered his face, internally screaming: Dammit, how could this happen? How is it her?!

This was way too much of a coincidence!

On his very first day of school, as a student, he had somehow ended up spending the night in the same bed as his homeroom teacher! They had slept like that for an entire night, and to top it all off, Norika Harada slept naked. He had seen every last inch of her body!

If nothing went wrong, Quillan was as good as dead.

Norika Harada froze as well, completely forgetting her welcoming remarks for the new students as she stared at Quillan in sheer disbelief.

This...

That morning, the principal and the board director had informed her that a male exchange student had been specially admitted and assigned to her class. She hadn’t paid much attention to it then—who knew it would be this infuriating guy!

Remembering how he had seen everything last night and teased her this morning, Norika couldn’t help but blush. She glared at Quillan with a look sharp enough to kill before commencing her speech...

Quillan didn’t register a single word of what Norika said.

He had only one thought right now: I’m completely finished!

If I knew, I wouldn’t have teased her. It was a complete misunderstanding to begin with...

Wait, no! What am I afraid of?

Quillan thought to himself: I wasn’t the one who walked into the wrong room! Last night, I spent hours searching several streets for a place to rent and couldn’t find one. By the time I checked into the hotel, I was exhausted. I fell asleep without even closing the door properly or taking off my clothes. Who told her to wander around on her own?

With that thought, Quillan regained a slight bit of composure.

However, reality proved that Quillan had overthought things. Norika didn’t seem intent on causing a scene. Perhaps as a teacher, sharing a bed with her own student for a night was equally embarrassing for a woman to bring up.

When it was Quillan’s turn to introduce himself at the podium, Norika didn’t make things difficult for him, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

But before he could fully relax, the moment class ended, Norika—who had already turned to leave—looked back into the classroom and called out, "Quillan, please step into my office for a moment!"

I knew it, she has no intention of letting me off!

Quillan stood up reluctantly. Seeing the worried look on Miyuki’s face beside him, he quickly put on a relaxed, casual smile.

Miyuki watched with relief as Quillan left the classroom. As soon as he was gone, several classmates rushed over to quiz her about her relationship with Quillan, but Miyuki simply shook her head, stating they weren’t dating.

"Not dating?"

"But Quillan kissed you, Miyuki-chan..."

"Quillan is... so careless, just kissing girls out of nowhere!"

"Right? Are all guys like this?"

The girls began chattering incessantly. Hearing Miyuki’s response, the pretty girl who was originally supposed to sit next to Quillan glanced over with disdain and scoffed, "Hey, Sakurai-san, what are you trying to hide? You obviously like this Quillan guy in your heart, don’t you!"

"Huh?"

Miyuki was caught off guard and panicked slightly.

She didn’t know if she had acted unnaturally, or if she truly had a crush on the boy who had come to her rescue. It could be called a crush, but it was really just a simple, innocent fond feeling.

Confronted with such a direct question, Miyuki didn’t know how to respond. She stared blankly at the pretty girl sitting in the front row, her face flushing crimson after a long pause before she murmured softly, "Hosokawa-san... I... I don’t!"

"Ruri-chan, look at her flustered expression! She’s clearly admitting she likes that Quillan!"

A girl sitting next to Ruri Hosokawa joined in teasing Miyuki, prompting the other girls to join the commotion. Miyuki’s face burned even hotter until she buried her head on her desk, shielding her face with her hands.

She looked entirely like a shy, self-conscious young maiden.

Wait, did this girl just passively accept it?!

If Quillan were here to witness this scene, he would probably be coughing up blood from sheer frustration.

Still, one couldn’t really blame Miyuki. She was just a young girl with zero romantic experience, and Quillan had appeared to save her at her moment of greatest need, naturally earning her goodwill.

The non-stop prying from her classmates only pushed things along. In reality, wasn’t that how many romances started? Two people who merely had a mutual fond feeling would be pushed together by the constant teasing of those around them, eventually thinking about each other more and more as time passed.

Over time, the seeds of romance would sprout and grow beyond control...

That was precisely Miyuki’s situation right now. Thinking about how close she had gotten to Quillan and how she had become the center of attention in class because of it, a sweet warmth filled her chest.

As for the fact that she and Quillan had only met today... well, the girl hadn’t thought about that aspect at all!

Unaware of the drama inside the classroom, Quillan was currently focused entirely on Norika Harada.

Having been summoned to her office, he found that although Norika appeared slightly flustered upon seeing him, she maintained an imposing stance.

"Quillan, right?"

Norika’s glare was icy as she tossed a file onto her desk and stared him down. "Don’t you have anything you want to say to me?"

"Say what?" Quillan acted like a dead pig that didn’t fear boiling water.

"You!"

Norika flared up, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You brat, I am your teacher! And... regarding what happened last night and this morning, shouldn’t you apologize to me? If you truly have no respect for your teacher, I will request the board director and principal to have you expelled!"

Talk about harsh—this woman actually wants to get me expelled!

Quillan’s expression darkened instantly. Casting aside the fact that she was his homeroom teacher, he replied coldly, "Fine by me. Go ahead and talk to the board director and principal. But I reckon they’ll want to interview me, an international student, as well, right? If that happens, I can’t guarantee I won’t mention what took place last night!"

"You!"

Norika pointed at Quillan in fury. Had her phone not rung at that exact moment, she likely would have slapped him across the face.

"Hello..."

Still glaring at Quillan, Norika answered the call. A moment later, her entire body stiffened.

Standing right in front of her, Quillan could hear the caller’s loud voice ringing through the receiver.

"Is that Norika? It’s your father... Your mother told me you found a boyfriend in Tokyo and are already living together, is that true? Looks like you’ve finally come to your senses! In that case, we can cancel the arranged blind date..."

The voice from the phone left the previously fierce Norika frozen on the spot, completely at a loss for what to do! Seeing her stunned expression, Quillan recalled the phone call he had answered upon waking up that morning and instantly pieced it together.

What "cohabiting boyfriend"? The person her father was talking about was clearly him, Quillan...

He had zero interest in randomly becoming Norika’s live-in boyfriend. Seeing her paralyzed in shock, he quickly dropped her a frantic wink, urging her to clarify.

"Ah? Oh..."

Snapping back to reality, Norika paused to think for a brief second, then actually spoke into the receiver: "Father... yes! You can cancel the blind date. I really do have a boyfriend now! But we aren’t living together—last night was just at a hotel..."

Hearing Norika’s words, Quillan almost choked on his own breath, bursting into a fit of violent coughing.