Chapter 149: Miharutaki Sakura's Contrasting Little Game?
Miharutaki Sakura's body, which had been slumped over the gambling table, trembled slightly as her consciousness slowly returned to reality from a state of ecstasy.
As she thought back to her previous behavior, which was almost wanton, her face turned bright red with shame.
'Why... did I feel so comfortable earlier?'
'Even though I was doing something that would betray Aoi, why did I feel no pressure in my heart?'
'Could it be that I really...?'
Miharutaki Sakura once again fell into self-doubt.
At this time, Yomozuki Runa bounced over to her, showing off the fruits of her labor.
"Ta-da! The pictures are ready, Sakura-chan, come take a look."
Miharutaki Sakura instinctively looked at the phone that Yomozuki Runa was holding up, and as she saw the photos of herself, she unconsciously clamped her legs together and her breathing caught in her throat.
'Is this really me...?'
'I really...?'
Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through the screen, looking at the photos of herself from various angles, which showed her completely fallen and debased demeanor.
She couldn't help but let out a moan filled with eroticism.
"How is it, Sakura-chan? Are the pictures okay?"
"Y-yes," Miharutaki Sakura stuttered, already unable to bear looking at the photos directly.
"So, according to our agreement, these photos will be spread to the student forum of our school, Hyakkaou Academy, before the Great Bloom Festival, is that okay?"
"O-okay."
Miharutaki Sakura couldn't help but shudder at the thought of her embarrassing photos being uploaded to the school's internal forum.
Even though the photos didn't show anything explicit, the shame of having so many people see them would... drive her crazy.
"Hehe."
Yomozuki Runa suddenly pulled out a packaged female school uniform from behind her back.
During the time that Miharutaki Sakura was unconscious, she had done a lot of work and had quickly found a modified, revealing school uniform that fit Miharutaki Sakura's measurements.
She tore open the package and displayed the uniform in front of the two, enthusiastically introducing it.
"Sakura-chan, look at the length of this skirt, it's like it can only cover half of your thighs!"
"If you move a bit, it will be seen by others, won't it?"
"But don't worry, I've also prepared safety shorts for you."
Yomozuki Runa let out a sly laugh and pointed to the top, "This size will perfectly show off your figure, Sakura-chan."
Miharutaki Sakura looked at the revealing school uniform, which she had previously despised as being shameless and lacking in decency. Her pale face turned bright red, and she let out a shame-filled cry, like an overworked steam engine.
"D-do I have to wear it?" she stammered.
"Of course, you do, Sakura-chan," Yomozuki Runa said with a smile.
Yomozuki Runa elbowed Hikigaya and winked at him.
"Why don't you change into it now?"
"What?!"
Both Hikigaya and Miharutaki Sakura were shocked.
Miharutaki Sakura's face was so red it seemed like it was about to bleed, and just as Hachiman was about to intervene, she nodded almost imperceptibly.
This made Hachiman's words get stuck in his throat.
The little devil, Yomozuki Runa, who was standing beside them, had a smug expression on her face. She pulled Hachiman down to sit on the expensive leather sofa, and the two of them sat on either side of Miharutaki Sakura, gazing at her with the eyes of nobles inspecting their merchandise in a medieval European slave market.
"Hurry up, Sakura-chan," Yomozuki Runa said.
"I understand," Sakura replied.
Miharutaki Sakura took a deep breath, and despite the shame that had already reached its peak in her heart, she couldn't suppress the endless desire that was overflowing from her.
It was as if this was the real her.
The real her, who had been suppressed by societal norms and self-restraint, was finally able to be released, thanks to the opportunity of losing the bet and becoming a private pet.
Her hands moved quickly and skillfully as she unbuttoned her clothes.
Suddenly, her long, pleated skirt and delicate blouse disappeared, leaving her in pure white underwears.
Just as she was about to continue...
Hachiman finally couldn't help but speak up: "That's enough, stop there."
Miharutaki Sakura's heart felt a pang of disappointment upon hearing Hachiman's words. She turned around, bent down, and was about to put on the school uniform that Yomozuki Runa had given her.
At this time, Yomozuki Runa spoke up again: "Sakura-chan, it's not good to always look so gloomy. I hope that when you turn around, you'll have the same expression as you used to."
"Do you think so, Hikigaya-kun?"
Hachiman was taken aback, but his mind still followed Yomozuki Runa's words and imagined the scene. Miharutaki Sakura, with her sacred and noble expression, wearing a revealing and provocative school uniform...
This was something that even Hachiman, who didn't have any strange fetishes, couldn't help but feel a little excited about. His body felt a little hot, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
When Miharutaki Sakura turned around again, Hachiman's heart skipped a beat.
Miharutaki Sakura seemed to have forgotten about her loss in the bet, and her aura had returned to that of the beautiful and noble chairman of the beautification committee.
Her eyes were sharp and commanding, and her face was delicate and proud, making Hachiman feel a little intimidated.
But what was completely different from her face was the figure that was now fully exposed, which had previously been hidden under her loose-fitting school uniform.
Her curves were prominent, and her thighs were white and slender.
It was as if she had suddenly transformed from a "bookworm girl" to a "gyaru girl".
"Is this okay?" she asked, her voice still commanding and noble, giving Hachiman a rare treat.
"I see... so this is what 'gap' means."
Hachiman's useless knowledge had increased.
He had previously only known about this term on the internet, but today, with Yomozuki Runa's help, he had finally understood its meaning.
"You're amazing, Sakura-chan!" Yomozuki Runa exclaimed, running over to Miharutaki Sakura and circling around her. She stretched out her small, childish hand and couldn't help but touch Sakura's body, which was still hot from excitement.
"D-don't do that, Runa," Miharutaki Sakura said, trying to maintain her disguise, but it was clear that she was already fully excited.
Yomozuki Runa pouted and withdrew her hand, then picked up the school uniform that Miharutaki Sakura had dropped on the floor. She held it in her hand and could still feel the faint warmth and smell of jasmine.
"I'll take this uniform and give it to Hikigaya-kun later. From now on, Sakura-chan, you'll have to wear this gyaru school uniform to meet people."
Yomozuki Runa didn't say another word and put the uniform back in its packaging, then stuffed it into Hachiman's arms, which who was still in a daze.
At this time, the afternoon class bell rang, signaling the start of the next class.