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“Kaji-kun…”

Kaji Aoi swallowed the lump in his throat and gazed down at his goddess. Down on the feathery mattress between his arms was one Hino Kahoko, looking up to him with the most provocative smile. She was clad in an outrageous pink bunny suit, without a shred of care at the amount of flesh she was displaying.

“Hino-san, I”—

Kaji’s words were cut short when Kahoko slid a finger in his mouth. Needless to say, that bold action caused Kaji to turn stone cold—and rock hard down below. Smiling impishly, Kahoko slid her finger in and out the moist cavern of Kaji’s mouth.
Soft moans hummed out from Kaji as the sweet tender taste of Kahoko’s skin gliding along his tongue proved to be such sweet torture.

After some time, Kahoko pulled out her finger, she then started tracing the wet digit on her chest. Kaji’s eyes, trained on that seductive action, could see that she was spelling out his name on her flesh.

Watching her made Kaji groan out unconsciously, groaning louder when she popped the finger into her mouth. The arms that Kaji drew support from were on the verge of collapsing, his vision getting hazy and his breathing shallow.

“Hino-san, please”—

He couldn’t think anymore, all he could do was watch as Hino began rubbing herself with her free hand, squirming and moaning in delight. She was still sucking on the finger she had put in his mouth.

Is that an indirect French kiss? Kaji wondered, in a state of trance.

“Kaji-kun…I want you…” Kahoko whispered out feverishly, slowly withdrawing her finger from her mouth and using the wet fingertip to caress the features of his handsome face.

Kaji Aoi, like a sailor to a siren, was dangerously close to surrender. There was only a thin thread of self-control in him. A thin thread of—

“Master, please touch me…”

The self-control snapped.

“HINO-SAN!” And Kaji Aoi finally gave in to his baser needs and dived in to sink into Kahoko’s flesh.

However…

“OUCH!!! ASHGHDGWHGHASBJKAGS!!1!”

It was all just a dream…

Kaji peeled his face off his desk, rubbing his injured face, more specifically his nose.

“Kaji? Are you okay?” His teacher asked, filled with concern that shifted into that of mock when he added, “consider that a punishment for sleeping in my class.”

At that remark, the class erupted into giggles and laughter except for Kaji’s seatmate who happened to be the star in Kaji’s daydream.

“Kaji-kun, are you okay? You looked like you were having a fever and you were breathing so heavily.”

Kahoko was looking at him, with glazy eyes and a slightly parted mouth, her lips looking so ripe, beckoning him to sample them with his teeth, mouth, tongue and—

“I’m fine, Hino-san! Really I am!” To persuade her, he gave her a smile—one that was rather strained and forced.

“Do you need to lie down in the infirmary? I can take you there if you want…” There was a hint of shyness in her tone that sounded so damn arousing in Kaji’s ears.

In fact, it was so damn arousing that he gave off a soft moan.

Kahoko gasped. “Kaji-kun are you really okay?”

“Y-yes, I’m fine…” Kaji assured her, giving her yet another strained smile.

“Oh, is that so?” Kahoko said, placing a finger to her lips. She was totally unaware of what that small action did to Kaji’s teenage male body.

Ah yes, images of Kahoko in a bunny costume swam in his usually pristine male mind. God, he needed answers as to why Kahoko, his beloved Kahoko, would go parading around inside an establishment with leering men. In a bunny suit of all things!

He had to find the answers!

He needed to find them now!

…

Or at least until a certain stiff part of his anatomy goes down…

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In the classroom of a certain pianist, a group of Tsuchi’s friends were clustered at a distance from the seemingly busy bishie. They were observing him for a lengthy time in their break.

“I can’t believe how studious that guy is! He’s been studying that Math book for the whole time without taking his eyes off!”

“Eh…but wouldn’t it be better to practice solving equations than reading?” A friend asked.

“Hello?! What planet do you come from? Tsuchiura is considered a genius. I bet he doesn’t need to practice solving stuff. He just reads stuff and he gets it right away!”

“Wow…”

“Tsuchiura is so awesome! (If I were a girl I would…KYAAH!)”

As Tsuchiura’s friends continued to talk and plan a non-girly organization for the pianist, the topic of their conversation was still staring into his textbook, giving it his full concentration. Yes, from afar it seemed like he was studying. But of course, looks are deceiving.
As between the pages of that certain Math book was a Polaroid of a certain violinist (and we’re not talking about the surly blue-haired one).

He had been looking at it the whole time. But he had noble reasons of course, mind you. He was studying the background and setting…yes that’s right! He wasn’t paying heed to the girl (he happened to like) in a scanty bunny suit.
No way. Why would he pay detail to how the pink fabric stretched across her body, hugging her curves and accentuating her womanly assets?
It doesn’t matter if the stockings, bunny tail and ears could turn on the most impotent of men. Only perverted people would find pleasure from looking at this! (Somewhere Kaji and a certain rijichou sneeze)

...And unfortunately, Tsuchiura was one of those people.

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Rooftop

Yunoki was smirking. Nothing unusual there, if you considered evil bipolar people normal.

“Kahoko, are you enjoying playing with yourself?”

“Y-yes, Yunoki-senpai…”

Smirk.

“That looks interesting…”

“It is…Ah!”

The evil senior’s eyes half-closed as he went closer to her.

“You look like you’re having fun…” He whispered huskily into her ear.

“Yes, I am, Yunoki-senpai. It’s so fun…Ahh!”

“You don’t need to derive pleasure from playing with that thing when you have me…it makes me kinda jealous seeing you like that.”

“Oh God! Ahhh! I’m almost there!”

“Yes, I can see that…”

“I’m so close!”

“Reach for it, Kahoko.”

“I am…Iie…Ahh…”

“You certainly know how to use those fingers.”

“Ah…D-don’t tease me when I’m doing this..”

“Almost there, Kahoko.”

“I’m coming!”

“Yes…”

“I’m coming!!”

“Yes…”

“YEY! I’m in the 10th level now!” Kahoko cheered, immediately saving her game progress of the PSP game.

Yunoki smiled. “Congratulations then.” He then chuckled darkly, thinking how indecent that little conversation would have been if someone were to have eavesdropped.

“Now that you’re through playing with that game”—

“Oh but I’m not yet done, senpai”—

Yunoki snatched the console from her hands. “Now that you’re done playing with this game. We’re gonna play a different game. Something more adult and fun…”

“…Umm…I don’t think I want to.” Kahoko started to step back little by little. "The last time you suggested something adult and fun it involved candles and a whip!"

Kahoko then noticed the orangey sky. “Oh no! I’m late!” Without looking back, she ran to the door and down the stairs, leaving a rather amused and annoyed senpai.

“Tsk.” Yunoki Azuma ran a hand through his flawless hair, his face devilishly handsome with his wicked smile. “I wanted to try these new handcuffs on her, but I guess some other time then…”

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“You’re late.”

“I’m sorry, Tsukimori-kun. I was preoccupied with err…something.” “That stupid rijichou wouldn’t let me go without giving him a shoulder massage!” Kahoko cried mentally, taking note how tired her fingers were from all that adult’s hard muscles. Maybe she should have skipped Tsukimori’s lessons, her hands weren’t up to it as of now.

“Pfft. If I skipped Mr. Tsukimori’s lesons, I probably would not stop hearing about his rants…for an eternity or two.”

“Well, you wasted my time. So let’s not waste anymore and get to practice!” He snapped at her.

“Yes, yes…” Kahoko replied unenthusiastically.

“Now do the piece I taught you the other day.” Tsukimori instructed as he took out his violin from his case.

“Eh! But you told me to practice the piece you taught me yesterday!”

“If you had determination to polish your skills in playing the violin then you should have practiced on both pieces.”

Kahoko was itching to stab him with her bow. “This jerk!”

“Well, I’m waiting.”

“Yes. Hold your horses!” Kahoko wanted to add a “your majesty” bit but decided against it. She positioned herself and began to play.

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Kahoko’s performance was atrocious! Len thought to himself as he sat on his desk, doing his homework later that night. Sure, she wasn’t good as a few mentionable people but that performance was just below par!

He sighed miserably, when his mom peeped in. “Ah, Len. Someone left this for you.”
On cue, she presented a small envelope in her hand to his view.

Len raised a skeptical brow. “From who?”

“You tell me. This was slipped under the front door. It has your name on it. Hoho, from a secret admirer?”

“Oh please”—

“It might be from a certain Hino Kahoko for all you know…”

Tsukimori stood up. “Thank you for delivering it to me.”

His mom handed it to him and left, giggling with motherly glee.

Despite himself, Len could not help but have a tint of red in his face at the thought of Kahoko writing a letter to him.

“This is stupid…” He muttered, “I’m not even sure if it’s from her.”

He made a small opening at the side.

“Even if it is from her, I’m sure it’s nothing personal…”

He dug his hand in.

He gulped. “But what if it is?”

He began to pull out what was inside.

“Unlikely.”

Tsukimori looked at the content and found a very personal message from Hino Kahoko in a form of a glossy Polaroid picture of her in a bunny costume.

Of course, Tsukimori Len did what any normal guy would do.

He gaped…he gasped…and loved the cute cottontail.