That morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, gently bathing the two figures locked in a tight embrace. The girl stretched languidly, snuggling closer in his arms with a happy, sweet smile. The indescribable warmth and contentment held her completely captivated.
Just as Akane Nanao was about to rise, a sharp sting caught her attention. She looked down and saw the telltale red stain on the bedsheet, a symbol of their recent union. A quiet blush crept up her face, enhancing her beauty.
She endured the slight discomfort and gently slipped out of bed. As she turned to wake the boy, she saw him still deeply asleep, radiating vitality and a certain majesty. Memories of the previous night flooded her mind. She had been so overwhelmed by his passion that she had begged for mercy. He had been so ardent for the first time. Finally, out of consideration, she had subtly eased her own intensity and fallen asleep in his arms.
"It is a wife's duty to care for her husband's needs, and Asakura-kun must have endured a lot last night," Akane Nanao murmured to herself, a newfound resolve in her voice. Having come to understand his background, she felt a deeper sense of calm and a desire to do more for Asakura within her capabilities.
So, the girl began the first morning ritual of her married life. Asakura, still lost in a hazy dream, was awakened by gentle waves of moisture. Looking at the scene before him, a hint of amusement touched his lips.
"Akane, you're provoking me so early in the morning. Have you forgotten the disastrous defeat last night?"
"There's no coal, but there's oil. I'm just giving you a massage because I can see you haven't fully relaxed from the stress of last night, or even right now."
"Don't push yourself."
"I'm not. Actually, I'm happier being able to do this for you."
"If I hadn't recovered yet, hehe, you'd better prepare to be thoroughly taken care of, Asakura-kun."
Akane Nanao made a bold declaration, somewhat bluffing and perhaps unaware of her own limitations, but Asakura simply caressed the girl lovingly and coordinated his movements with hers, completing the first "soy milk making" session of the morning, which left her very satisfied.
...
While the girl washed and refreshed herself, Asakura changed his clothes and quickly went out, bought a fresh breakfast from a nearby store, and returned to the hotel.
When Akane Nanao was drying her hair, she saw him return with food and threw herself into his arms for another hug.
"Hey, Asakura-kun, can you feed me breakfast?"
"Of course. Today, you are a princess who deserves to be pampered."
Asakura lovingly pinched the girl's nose, helped her sit on his lap, scooped up a spoonful of sweet millet porridge, gently blew on it to cool it, and then slowly fed it to her pink lips.
"Hey, can we take it a step further? Can you feed me with your own mouth, Asakura-kun?"
The girl's charming big eyes seemed to overflow with anticipation and shyness.
Asakura slowly put the cooled millet porridge into his mouth, then gently kissed Nanao Akane. The porridge and their tongues intertwined, turning the lively breakfast into a tender lesson in a French wet kiss.
After checking the time and realizing he was already late, Asakura simply sent a message to Teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka requesting leave for himself and Akane Nanao, and then spent the entire morning snuggling in bed with the girl.
After a simple lunch, he sent her home to rest. Before she left, he kissed her long and lingeringly.
"Don't worry, we have plenty of time ahead of us. Just rest at home today, Akane. I'll help you find someone to lend you their class notes."
"...Yes, then please take care, Asakura-kun."
Akane Nanao stood at the door, watching Asakura leave for a long time before slowly returning home to rest.
...
It was already three or four in the afternoon when he returned to Sobu High School. After some thought, Asakura decided to find teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka to explain what had happened the previous day. As soon as they met, Shizuka Hiratsuka slapped his shoulder hard.
"Asakura, you were too reckless yesterday. If something had happened, it would have been irreversible. Next time, you must inform the teacher immediately."
"Hey, Hiratsuka-sensei."
Asakura warmly accepted the kindness and concern from Hiratsuka Shizuka. Such a rare and responsible teacher deserved his respect.
"By the way, is Akane Nanao alright? I saw you sent her a message today requesting leave."
"No big deal, just needs a break."
Hearing this, Hiratsuka Shizuka let Asakura go. He then went to the service department and greeted the cool girl who was reading quietly.
"Hey, Yukinoshita-san, good afternoon."
"Ah, our Hero-san finally has some free time to participate in club activities."
Yukino said something indifferent, and Asakura spread his hands helplessly.
"Don't make it sound like I'm busy saving the world all day. I just happened to take a day off today."
"Hey, Yukinoshita-san, could you lend me your notes from today's class?"
"Of course... no problem. It seems that Asakura-kun was not only a hero saving the damsel in distress yesterday, but he also had a great time all night."
Yukino's delicate eyes noticed the numerous strawberry marks on Asakura's neck, and her face and voice suddenly became gloomy.
These were the marks left on Asakura's body by Akane Nanao after she had lost control during their passionate encounter the previous night. The girl also intended to use this method to warn any potential rivals that this man already had a lover!
Asakura only felt that the surrounding environment had suddenly become much colder, and the girl in front of him had an unhappy look. He didn't know if he had offended her again. Since he needed a favor, he had to answer carefully.
"Then thank you in advance, Yukinoshita-san. You can always ask me for help when you need it, my chief."
Yukino was thrown off balance by this direct remark. She covered her mouth with her hands and pretended to cough to hide the blush on her face.
"I've made note of what you said, Asakura-kun, so don't try to shirk your responsibility when the time comes."
"Hey, I promise."
Yukino's mind raced, trying to capitalize on the vulnerability Asakura had inadvertently revealed. After all, someone else had already made a move. The strong sense of urgency made the usually reserved girl unable to hold back. How could she let others take away the important and precious things she cherished?
...
After experiencing the alley incident, Sekai Saionji would repeatedly dream in the past few nights about Asakura's memory of their intimate encounter in the alley.
As time went by, the memory became more vivid and persistent. When she woke up in the middle of the night, there was always a compelling urge prompting her to touch herself, but no matter what she did, she could never reach the peak that Asakura had brought her to.
The feeling of emptiness and dissatisfaction tormented her like an unbearable itch. She no longer had the slightest concern for Ito Makoto in her mind. She was only thinking about what excuse she could find to get close to Asakura again.
Maybe I can ask Asakura-kun for help again, using the excuse of wanting to confess my love to Ito Makoto and asking him to help me practice dating.
Ito Makoto, you should feel involved in this. She's so kind, it almost makes me cry.
I think he should be willing. After all, he was so passionate last time...
Outside the door, Sekai Saionji ended her fantasy, put on a sweet smile, steeled her gaze, knocked on the door, and entered the service department.
"Good afternoon, Asakura-kun and Yukinoshita-san. Sorry to bother you again."
"I came here today to ask Asakura-kun to help me practice something."
Sekai Saionji looked at Asakura with a smile as beautiful as a flower, while Yukino eyed the woman before her with unconcealed suspicion, sensing her ill intentions, and glared at him with resentment.