Truthfully, Kushida was confused.

She had always assumed Kaoru was like her—outwardly radiant, beloved and trusted by everyone, yet hiding a darker side beneath the surface.

With his flawless appearance and exceptional abilities, no one would ever believe he was a foot fetishist.

Though being blackmailed by him was humiliating, the fact that she also held dirt on him gave her a twisted sense of satisfaction.

No matter how impressive someone seemed, they were still just a pervert.

Humans could never be perfect.

At first, Kushida had even considered turning the tables and blackmailing him instead, but she eventually abandoned the idea.

Because they were the same.

And more importantly—Kaoru hadn't crossed the line with her.

Although it could be thrilling at times—like playing puppy on the cruise ship—she was aware that Kaoru had his limits and knew exactly how far to go.

He wouldn't embarrass her.

He wouldn't push her too far.

Especially when he protected her without hesitation, fully considering her feelings.

Honestly, that mix of firmness and gentleness was intoxicating.

Once she realized that no matter how far she went, he would still shield her from the worst outcomes, Kushida's mind began brimming with all sorts of wild ideas.

That was why that scene during summer break happened.

Just as she had expected, Kaoru didn't cross the line.

Kushida's impression of him wasn't entirely negative anymore.

Sure, he was a pervert, but he wasn't impatient—he knew how to make sure she enjoyed it too.

But—

Why was someone shamelessly clinging to him when he was just another lustful dog like her?

Why did he get to enjoy things she didn't?

Not to mention Sakayanagi and the others—Kamuro had been there too, right?

Faced with Kaoru's perverted behavior, she hadn't reacted at all.

Not only had she silently watched from the sidelines, but she also didn't seem particularly disgusted by him.

Kushida couldn't understand it.

She couldn't wrap her head around it.

How could it be okay, knowing full well that Kaoru was a creep?

Yes, she knew she was jealous of him.

"This isn't right. A pervert should act like a pervert. Why aren't you reacting to me at all?"

A deep sense of crisis gripped Kushida, though she couldn't pinpoint its source.

It was as if she was terrified that Kaoru might not be the same as her.

Kaoru fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

"No, actually, I've always felt something for you."

No matter how you looked at it, the girl before him was undeniably alluring.

Just knowing they were in a restroom, standing face to face, with Kushida actively demanding something indecent—no man would refuse her.

Likewise, Kaoru was fully aware of the temptation he was resisting.

"But you've never—"

"I have. I've had all the reactions a man should have." Kaoru cut her off, then added curiously, "And why do you think I wouldn't do something outrageous to you?"

With that, he suddenly grabbed her.

Caught off guard, Kushida stiffened, only to hear him continue, "Honestly, did you bring me here just to watch you use the toilet?"

"W-what?! Don't even think about it!" Kushida reacted, her cheeks burning, yet something inside her seemed to melt under his touch.

"Otherwise, could it be that you're jealous of them?" Kaoru murmured darkly.

"Don't forget, you're just a little slave I'm threatening. Apart from satisfying your master's demands, all you can do is watch obediently."

Because of his techniques, Kushida began panting, though her consciousness remained clear.

"I-I would never be jealous of a perverted dog. On the contrary, I absolutely detest you. I've hated people like you from the very beginning."

Yet the more he acted this way, the more Kushida felt an inexplicable sense of security.

...

When Kaoru finally withdrew his fingers from her, the girl could barely stand.

Her hands clutched tightly at Mitoma's clothes, her face flushed and her eyes utterly dazed.

The earlier scent of sweat had vanished, replaced by a sweet, enticing fragrance—as if her entire body were oozing delicious honey, making one unable to resist the urge to lick her skin.

The girl in his arms was so soft and adorable that Kaoru couldn't help but stroke her delicate, smooth back, holding her even tighter.

"Mm..." Kushida's voice trembled, her already ragged breathing growing even heavier.

After a while, she gradually regained her senses and immediately became aware of Kaoru's body heat, flushing all the way to the tips of her ears.

"You must have played with plenty of women before," Kushida analyzed calmly.

With skills like his, there was no way Kaoru could be a virgin.

At this thought, she felt neither jealousy nor any sense of envy—instead, she was happy.

Kaoru had proven himself to be an irredeemable pervert, a complete and utter scumbag.

So, she and Kaoru were still the same kind.

This feeling was reassuring.

"What if I told you I learned it from movies? Would you believe me?" Kaoru replied rationally, doing his best to control his reactions.

"Liar. Don't think I can't tell what's going through your mind." Kushida deliberately rubbed against him, then smirked when she saw Kaoru fall silent.

"Could you let go? You're getting my clothes all wet." Kaoru averted his gaze—she was far too tempting right now.

Kushida froze momentarily before realizing what he meant.

"That's impossible! I would never—"

Before she could finish, Kaoru calmly pushed her away, showing her the damp mark on his pants that matched the position of her shorts.

Kushida stared at it for a while, then slowly raised her hands to cover her face, leaving only her burning red earlobes exposed.

"Forget about it."

"At least you didn't leak."

"For-forget it! Don't say things like that!"

"Too late. Kikyo-chan was more into it than I expected."

"Mm..."

[PS : should i start adding lewd scene from now on?]

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