Chapter 29: The Department Store Supermarket (The Previous Chapter Has Been Slightly Revised)

Inside the literature classroom, Kitahara and Reina Sakura were not alone. Several other male students were also there, finishing up their club activities.

"Don't you think Sakura-chan is acting a little too close to that guy..." one boy whispered, casting an occasional glance toward the small round chair nearby. As one of the few beauties in the literature club, Reina Sakura naturally enjoyed having her own set of desk and chair. Though it slightly obstructed their view, it was no real bother; they could still observe her from the corners of their eyes. Her delicate feet, encased in white silk stockings, looked like creamy ice cream, drawing their gazes from time to time. However, her feet seemed to be trembling slightly, as if she were cold.

"She explained on her phone that he's an elder relative," another boy with glasses murmured. "If she says he's a respected elder, then a bit of closeness is normal. Don't worry. Sakura-chan said before that she won't date anyone until she's in university. She said her current mission is her studies, so she won't accept any romantic advances... she hopes we won't be troubled by it."

The others had an epiphany. The first boy muttered to himself, "So, that means after the college entrance exams, I might have a chance..."

"Forget it, I'll be the one to ask Sakura-chan out."

"Heh, you're both too late. I already made a promise with her last year."

As the boys huddled and whispered, they suddenly heard a faint, alluring moan—a sound filled with irrepressible agitation. They quickly checked their phones, and upon realizing nothing was playing, they let out sighs of relief. Yet, they were soon left confused; if it wasn't their phones, where did that sound come from?

...

The battle ended. Sakura discarded her pristine white stockings. She was furious—Kitahara had gone too far! She had given him hints not to mess them up, but he simply wouldn't listen. Reina Sakura puffed out her cheeks, glaring at him. The bad guy had ruined her clothes! How was she supposed to face anyone like this? And what was she supposed to do with the stockings? He only cared about his own pleasure and gave no thought to her feelings.

Reina Sakura was livid, and her heart sank even further when she looked down. Her fair thighs were covered in red marks. Kitahara had no sense of tenderness; he had only used force. Even now, he had the leisure to knead her legs. Kitahara was still savoring the moment. Although Sakura was a "green tea" type, she certainly possessed a pair of fine legs; especially when outlined by silk stockings, they possessed a certain holy quality. The texture of the stockings had been excellent too, though it was a pity he had ruined them and tossed them into the trash. Now that she only had one stocking left on, he looked down, feeling an urge to complete the set.

He applied a bit more pressure.

"..." Reina Sakura blushed and whispered, "Stop kneading, it hurts..."

But Kitahara didn't listen. As she spoke, she noticed the boys in the distance looking around. Blushing, she quickly moved her leg under the table—but Kitahara’s hand, as if guided by an autopilot, followed suit. Kitahara flipped through a book with one hand, while the other remained under the table, kneading Reina’s fleshy leg. Every now and then, he would pull on the stocking, letting it snap back after stretching it taut.

*Snap!*

A pale red welt appeared before their eyes. Reina Sakura finally reached her limit, grabbing Kitahara’s hand and saying angrily, "If you're going to knead, can you be gentler? It really hurts!"

She looked down, feeling truly heartbroken. Her snow-white thighs were now dotted with red. She had spent so long maintaining those legs, not for them to be played with like this! He could at least be a little more tender! She glared at him, fuming.

He came back to his senses, feeling refreshed. He realized now that bullying someone was such a pleasant thing. Kitahara put down his book and looked down; after ten minutes of abuse, those thighs were swollen and red—a "battle-damaged" version. He looked up and smiled, "I didn't see you resisting, so I thought you were enjoying it."

"...You!" Reina Sakura’s eyes turned red with rage. She hadn't resisted because she was afraid; how could she possibly be enjoying it? "Take it back! From now on, I won't let you touch me!"

Even so, despite her fierce tone, she didn't move. She was too scared. She didn't dare offend Kitahara, so she could only endure it in silence.

Kitahara didn't intend to continue. He understood his goal: today was just about "training" her; moderation was key, lest he really push her too far. Though he had a system and a bright future ahead, he still longed for a top-tier university. Getting expelled would be a nuisance.

He let go and checked the time. "It's about time. Come with me."

"Where to?" Reina Sakura looked wary. She could still resist while at school, but if he took her outside, perhaps into a hotel, there was no telling what he might do to her. She didn't want to give in that early.

"To see my former homeroom teacher. But first, I need to buy a gift." Kitahara finally spoke of his real business.

"Former homeroom teacher? That old man?" Reina Sakura recalled the man and curled her lip in disdain. To her, he was nothing but a pushover with no utility, and she couldn't be bothered with him. "Why go see him?"

"To repay him."

"?" Reina Sakura was puzzled, feeling that such a word didn't belong in Kitahara's vocabulary. However, he didn't care to explain.

"Come with me." With that, Kitahara walked away on his own, leaving Reina Sakura behind. She glanced at his back, hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and followed. Before leaving, of course, she had to explain herself to her "simps."

"Sorry everyone, I have to go home early today. My mom said I shouldn't be out too late."

"It's fine, it's fine! It doesn't matter when you leave, Sakura-chan."

"Get home safe!"

"Call me if you run into any trouble on the way!"

After dealing with them, Kitahara stood at the entrance, watching the torrential rain outside. Reina Sakura took one look and knew it was her time to shine. She opened her umbrella, walked to his side, and leaned in close.

"Smart." Kitahara praised her, pinching her cheek. "Sakura-chan, when it comes to doing what needs to be done, you're quite sensible."

"..." Since his touch wasn't hard, she merely rolled her eyes without pulling away.

"Where are we going?"

"Shibuya 109." Kitahara walked forward, traversing the corridor filled with falling cherry blossoms. "There are more shops over there. I plan to buy something for my teacher."

Since he was going to repay him, it was best to express his gratitude with a gift. Whether a gift was expensive didn't necessarily reflect one's level of respect, but Kitahara had plenty of money now and many ways to earn more; he didn't mind the expense.

Reina Sakura was surprised. She frequented the luxury shops in Shibuya and knew them well—a single shirt could cost over a hundred thousand yen. She could only look, as she couldn't afford them. She hadn't expected him to be able to shop there.

They hailed a taxi. Kitahara gave the destination, and Reina Sakura obediently climbed in with him. Throughout the ride, she behaved herself, not causing any trouble. She wanted to see his financial standing and then adjust her plans accordingly. If Kitahara were truly wealthy, she wouldn't mind changing her strategy toward him.