...
Saying goodbye to the two, Aozawa left the club building and headed to the back of the teaching building.
In the shadow where the sunlight couldn't reach.
Arakawa Reina was kneeling on the lawn, her black wavy long hair draping over her shoulders, glasses symbolizing wisdom lying on the ground.
Her cheeks were like sweet melons in the summertime, exuding a kind of sweetness.
"Mr. Aozawa, I have something I'd like to discuss with you."
She smiled brightly.
Last night she had already confirmed the details with her parents.
Even if her father wasn't too pleased, he still offered plenty of advice.
Which gave her confidence for her first time.
Aozawa stepped forward, sat beside her, and said, "What's the matter?"
"Actually, I've recently signed up for a mathematics contest, and I hope that after school, when the classroom is empty, you can help me review the related knowledge inside."
Arakawa Reina had a serious expression, appearing to be just interested in an academic discussion.
But on closer inspection, Aozawa could still sense that something was amiss.
What kind of academic discussion needs to happen after school, in an empty classroom?
It seems that his intentional mention of Natsuka Yanagimachi yesterday still managed to provoke Arakawa Reina.
This was going to be her formal confession.
"No problem."
Aozawa smiled, pretending not to understand the underlying meaning, "Although I'm not very good at math, I'll help where I can."
"Okay."
Arakawa Reina nodded.
She chose to do it in the classroom for the first time, believing that Morimoto Chiyoda and Ayatsuki wouldn't do such things in the classroom after school.
Her first experience here.
She naturally assumed she'd succeed.
Especially since Arakawa Reina had the key to the classroom door.
Once the duty students left, she could open the door.
This was one of the perks of being the class president.
If she wanted to experience an empty classroom, she could always find an opportunity.
As for whether to inform the lady in advance, Arakawa Reina was a bit conflicted, saying it beforehand could undoubtedly be provocative, but she feared the other party might barge in and interrupt.
After some consideration, Arakawa Reina decided not to do so for the time being.
She couldn't let the lady be too shocked.
At most, she'd mention it afterward.
...
Time flew by.
The duty students from Class 2C left.
No other students were in sight on this floor.
The locked doors made the classroom feel desolate.
Arakawa Reina quietly returned to the classroom, opened the door, and the bright sunshine could be seen through the window.
Distant cheers from the baseball field could faintly be heard, penetrating the glass to reach the inside.
Such a setting was enough to feel intensely thrilling just thinking about it.
Arakawa Reina swallowed, quickly closed and locked the door, changed her outfit, and sent a message to Aozawa.
Asking him to come to the classroom.
Her heart was pounding wildly.
She tried hard to suppress her excitement, looked at the blackboard again, and quickly wrote down some math problems to set the mood.
Probably due to nervousness, she ended up writing dozens of them.
A knocking sound came from outside, "Class president, it's me, are you inside?"
"Yes."
Arakawa Reina replied, raising her hand.
The invisible threads moved forward to open the door and quickly expanded outward to ensure that if anyone was in the corridor, she would know in time.
So she wouldn't really be caught by students doing such things in the classroom.
She looked at Aozawa at the door with a stern face and said, "Student Aozawa, you should call me Teacher Arakawa now."
Aozawa was taken aback.
He thought Arakawa Reina invited him over to confess and confirm their relationship.
But he didn't expect that she had such plans.
Arakawa Reina stood on the podium, wearing a white shirt with all four buttons undone.
So the scene in front of her chest easily brought to mind the snow on the Alps.
Below was a black short skirt that just covered her hips, paired with creamy white stockings, and high heels on her feet.
Her black wavy hair was tied up at the back of her head.
She wore gold-rimmed glasses and held a teaching pointer.
Needless to say, this teacher costume could easily remind someone of scenes from a certain unnamed comic.
Only such comics would feature such an unorthodox teacher outfit.
"Student Aozawa, why are you still standing there?"
Arakawa Reina kept a stern face, tapping the blackboard with the pointer. "Class has already started!
I punish you by telling you to take off your pants and sit on the desk to listen!"
Without giving Aozawa a chance to react, invisible threads coiled forward, pulling downwards.
Hiss! Aozawa suddenly felt a cool breeze on his thighs.
But he quickly became hot-blooded.
"Hi."
Aozawa obediently entered the classroom, ready to listen to the teacher's instructions.
...
The math problems Arakawa Reina taught were indeed hardcore.
With Aozawa's understanding of math, he couldn't answer them at all.
He couldn't get the correct answer for three questions in a row.
With a loud snap, the pointer hit the blackboard, making a crisp sound.
Arakawa Reina glared, expressing deep disappointment: "Aozawa, you are the worst student I've ever had.
It seems you haven't been paying attention in class.
As your teacher, I have to give you a little punishment!"
She said as she stepped around the podium in high heels, walking towards Aozawa, raising the pointer high and bringing it down swiftly.
The motion was quick as lightning, but the force on his body was as light as a feather.
It didn't hurt at all.
Hiss, Aozawa inhaled sharply, feeling even his boxers were an unnecessary presence.
"Oh my, you actually have such a reaction, truly a thorough-perverted one."
Arakawa Reina licked the corner of her lips.
Her aggressive gaze couldn't be obscured by her glasses.
Aozawa wanted to retort, who on earth is the pervert here?
But he didn't say it, agreeing with her act: "I'm sorry, Miss Arakawa."
"Hehe."
Aozawa's feigned weakness boosted Arakawa Reina's confidence, proving the other was indeed enjoying the role-play.
She exerted a little force with her feet, took off her high heels, and placed her warm sole on Aozawa's body.
"You're such a disobedient student, what are you thinking during class while not listening?"
Arakawa Reina's foot rested on Aozawa's thigh, the curve slightly larger.
A tight short skirt alone was clearly insufficient to ensure no flaws were exposed.
Aozawa sat on the desk, his gaze moved along the snowy white stockings, advancing boldly.
Saw only a wilderness, no entrance.
Already scant fabric was somehow torn with a hole.
This attire wasn't implying but overtly stating.
Aozawa wasn't sure how the storyline would unfold next, but he felt he could no longer tolerate her provocation.
He suddenly exerted force, pulling Arakawa Reina onto the podium, smiling broadly: "Since the teacher says so, then I'll mercifully tell you.
What I've been thinking about!"
"Let go of me!"
Arakawa Reina shouted angrily, pushing and shoving desperately.
The strength seemed great but when it landed was not at all, as if no different from a drunken person, hands and feet became feeble.
Aozawa was tempted to let out a creepy laugh, and thought, what harm would a creepy laugh do now.
"Heh heh, teacher, now there's no one around, no one will come to save you."
He immediately attempted to advance.
Splash.
A sudden stream of water hit Aozawa's abdomen, soaking his school uniform jacket.
"?"
Aozawa couldn't continue acting.
No, I haven't even started driving yet.
How come unloading already?
Arakawa Reina blushed deeply, eager to continue the act but her body's instincts were beyond her control.
In that instant, she was too excited.
Never mind!
Arakawa Reina flicked a finger, the invisible threads tore the boxers to shreds, she abandoned her act, deciding to fully unleash her inner self.
As they say, the tide of Qiantang River rises, today I finally know who I am.
Arakawa Reina wanted to swallow Aozawa whole.
But she still fell short due to lack of real practice experience.
Manga couldn't possibly be that detailed either.
But Aozawa was experienced, already well-versed where the keys to a person lay, never facing a closed door.
Making sure Arakawa Reina's rash moves didn't lead to a tragic break.
"Ah!"
Arakawa Reina almost wanted to cry, finally achieved her goal of winning.
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