Kaoru had imagined many scenarios - Airi Sakura questioning him, shutting him out, even crying and accusing him of his behavior.

But he never expected that Airi would not only quickly accept that he was a pervert, but also actively cooperate with him.

Because through his alternate account, Kaoru had told her that someday he'd "thoroughly enjoy" her stockings.

Truthfully, this wasn't entirely Kaoru's fault.

Having to fantasize about Airi every day would exhaust even the most perverse vocabulary.

When Kaoru ran out of depraved ideas, he simply voiced all his desires.

[Want to cum inside Airi's little leather shoes and have her wear them]

[Of course an idol should pose with peace signs for the camera]

[Defile the little idol's clothes]

[Want to take commemorative photos with Shizuku-chan]

[Airi Sakura's soft little hands, begging her to help me]

[Secretly sniffing her panties]

[Cumming on her hands and calling it a fan's gift]

[Printing Airi Sakura's photos to decorate my room and inviting her over]

[Asking about her masturbation habits]

...

Indeed, nothing could be more perverse than these desires.

Sometimes even Kaoru worried that acting on them might set new records in depravity.

However, through his constant fantasizing about Airi, Kaoru had actually fulfilled several of these wishes - some were relatively easier to achieve.

"These are your stockings, right?"

"Yes."

"Why give them to me?"

"B-because I thought they might be... beneficial for Kaoru-kun... like... um..."

Airi's gaze wavered uncertainly.

Clearly, she was realizing how foolish she sounded.

If she outright said "Please feel free to use my stockings to masturbate," Kaoru would surely suspect she'd been eavesdropping.

In her mind, her eavesdropping remained undetected.

Kaoru didn't know she'd learned the truth, nor was he aware of her understanding his... interests.

Wouldn't saying it directly be like revealing herself as the werewolf in that party game?

Thus, Airi hemmed and hawed for a long time without providing a reasonable explanation.

"While I don't mind your stockings, it's better not to give your used ones to others next time." Kaoru sighed.

"I'll help you throw these away later."

Airi froze momentarily, then felt inexplicably happy.

She believed she understood Kaoru's true meaning - pretending to disdain them while actually planning to take them home.

Then she felt pathetic for feeling happy. Here she was, delighted while facing a pervert.

Though she felt shameless, recalling Kaoru's words filled her with heavy guilt.

Kaoru could understand her feelings and knew so much about her, while she knew nothing about him.

Always passively looking up to Kaoru, hoping he would approach her - never daring to take the initiative herself

.If it weren't for tonight, she might never have known that Kaoru had another side to him.

Though initially angry at being deceived, upon calming down, Airi realized she wasn't entirely opposed—as long as the pervert was Kaoru.

As long as it was him, no matter how perverted he was, she still felt a strange sense of security.

Airi couldn't quite put her finger on what this feeling was, but from now on, she would try to understand Kaoru's... peculiar tastes.

"Ah, right! And these little dress shoes—p-please, take them with you!"

Mustering her courage, Airi picked up the black Mary Janes she had left by the entrance.

She knew exactly what Kaoru wanted to do with them.

Even if she didn't fully understand such desires, she could at least play along a little.

Kaoru fell silent for a moment, watching as she held up the shoes.

The girl's ears were burning red—clearly, she knew that in the eyes of a pervert, an idol's shoes were practically a meal ticket.

Knowing this and willingly offering them up was completely different from having them snatched away.

She was too embarrassed to even look at him now.

Wait, no—shouldn't he be the one sweating bullets right now? Not her!

"Airi... do you know what I was doing just now?"

"Eh? Weren't you... catching a pervert?"

"I've already dealt with him. He won't bother you again. Understand?"

Of course Airi understood.

The "alt account" had been sacrificed—now it was time for the "main account" to take the stage.

So she gazed at Kaoru with expectant eyes.

"I-I know! These are shoes I don't need anymore, so... Kaoru, please take them."

Kaoru's silence deepened.

Seeing that he wasn't accepting them, Airi grew puzzled.

Had she misread the situation?

W-wait, hold on!

She suddenly remembered—Kaoru's "alt account" had mentioned wanting to punish her right in front of her.

Uwah!

Airi's face flushed crimson.

That was way beyond what she could handle right now!

Even doujins didn't have plots like that!

No, no, stay calm.

If Kaoru could accept her, a gloomy girl like her, surely she could accept his... eccentricities.

Besides, that girl earlier had dared to play master and servant with Kaoru.

If she could do it, why couldn't Airi?

"Airi, I'm not a trash bin." Kaoru had considered fulfilling those fantasies, but this was just too much.

He'd rather just lick her shoes a few times.

"And if you give these to me, how will you go to school tomorrow? Put them down."

Reading his expression and deciding he wasn't lying, Airi obediently set the shoes down—only for her face to grow even redder.

She had been so shameless just now.

"Anyway, from now on, you don't have to worry about any perverts harassing you. If anything like this happens again, I'll take care of it completely."

Airi's expression turned odd.

That phrasing sounded way too familiar.

No wonder the pervert was Kaoru—she had been under his protection all along.

Though curious about what she was thinking, Kaoru restrained himself.

He couldn't let on that he knew she knew he was the pervert.

For a moment, the two stood there, staring at each other in awkward silence.

...

After leaving the girls' floor, Kaoru had just returned to his room when he noticed light seeping from under the door.

Suddenly, Kaoru remembered something and broke out in a cold sweat.

He quietly pushed open the door to find Karuizawa Kei lying on his bed, her slender legs raised high and swaying up and down.

The slight tremble of the girl's perky bottom was rather alluring.

"Hmph, you're so slow, Kaoru!"

Naturally, Karuizawa noticed Kaoru immediately, puffing her cheeks in displeasure.

"Something came up, sorry."

"You should've told me in advance! I almost got caught earlier. Good thing I had your key, or tonight would've been a disaster!"

While apologizing, Kaoru entered his room and saw Karuizawa's textbooks and notebooks on the desk, complete with today's notes—clear evidence of her diligent studying during class.

Their tutoring sessions usually took place in the evenings, though on weekends Karuizawa would find excuses to visit during the day too.

After nearly half a month, their secret remained undiscovered—quite the remarkable feat.

Compared to outdoor dates, these indoor rendezvous weren't bad, though Kaoru constantly worried about Karuizawa running into Ichinose Honami.

He'd been thinking about how to explain each girl's existence to the other.

Though both were already well aware.