2-B Classroom, Ohananomitsu High School
*RINGGGG!*
The school bell's loud ring echoed throughout the corridor, marking the end of class. The previously tense atmosphere, once filled with the focus of learning, instantly beca a lively buzz. The teachers began packing up their things and left the classroom, giving the students their freedom.
The once stuffy room slowly ca to life. So students imdiately got ready for their respective club activities, while others ford small groups, eagerly discussing their hangout plans—from karaoke and cafes to just a trip to the mall.
anwhile, Ren stared at the student in front of him, Kuze Masachika, who was slowly and listlessly putting his books into his bag.
"Hey, Kuze. Are you going to the fireworks festival tonight?" Ren asked casually, stretching his body upwards.
Masachika didn't even turn around. His shoulders seed a little stiff. "Most likely I'm not going. Why do you ask? If you want to invite out, I'm sorry but I have to refuse. I've been in a bad mood lately."
His tone was flat and hollow, without a shred of energy. The ntal trauma from witnessing the woman he liked—Alya—having sex with a mysterious man was still very painful.
"Just asking. In that case, see you tomorrow."
In his mind, Ren felt satisfied. The confirmation that Masachika wouldn't be at the festival made his plan even more perfect. He planned to invite Masha and Alya to enjoy the festival crowd dressed in yukatas. A romantic scene amidst the crowd, under a rain of fireworks, would surely be so… delightful.
But his twisted thoughts didn't stop there.
(I wonder how broken Kuze's heart will be when he finds out Alya is pregnant? Wow, I can't wait to see his expression when he sees Alya's belly swelling. That will definitely be much more devastating than just a video.)
With a thin, aningful smile and a wicked plan in his head, Ren picked up his bag and walked out of the classroom, leaving Masachika still wallowing in his own sadness.
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Fast-Food Restaurant
Ren had actually planned to go straight to the house of Kujou Akemi, the mother of Masha and Alya, to carry out his wicked plan. However, he stopped when his eyes caught an interesting sight inside a fast-food restaurant.
A thin smile, full of immoral intent, spread across his lips.
(This is an opportunity too good to pass up.)
A new, even more twisted idea imdiately filled his head.
Ren turned and entered the restaurant. Casually, he ordered a glass of cola and a burger, then took a seat that gave him a clear view of a particular table. He quickly finished his al, his eyes never leaving his target.
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At Another Table
The married couple Uesugi, Fuutarou and Yotsuba, were enjoying their simple al. Fuutarou was busy with his laptop, finishing overdue work, while occasionally taking a bite of his french fries.
Suddenly...
"...!!!"
Yotsuba's eyes widened. Her blood seed to freeze as she saw her Master, Ren, sitting not far from them. Ren's aningful gaze and his faint smile were imdiately understood by her. It was a signal.
With her heart pounding, Yotsuba tried to stay calm.
"Ahem, Fuutarou-san. The french fries are delicious, but our baby needs more protein. I'll be right back."
Without waiting for a response from her husband, who was still focused on his laptop screen, Yotsuba stood up and walked quickly away from the table.
Fuutarou just nodded distractedly, his eyes still fixed on the spreadsheet on his laptop.
"Maybe order sothing else?"
He had no suspicion at all that his wife was going to commit adultery. For him, it was impossible for Yotsuba to cheat!
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In the restroom.
Yotsuba opened the restroom door and was imdiately grabbed by a hand that pulled her into the furthest stall, and the door was locked.
"Master~ I've missed you!"
Yotsuba imdiately threw herself into Ren's arms, hugging him tightly.
"We just t yesterday." Ren replied flatly, but his hands were already caressing Yotsuba's body.
"But Master hasn't 'filled' in a long ti! Our baby needs your 'protein'."
She deliberately used ambiguous words. In front of Ren, all of Yotsuba's innocence and kindness disappeared, replaced by the obedience and lust of a slave.
"Alright, alright, I know. Let's finish quickly so your husband doesn't get suspicious." Ren pressed her against the wall.
"No, Master, just sit down." Yotsuba pleaded with sparkling eyes. "I'll show you the results of my training that I learned from the internet."
Pushing Ren to sit on the toilet. Deftly, Yotsuba crouched in front of him, unzipped his pants, and pulled out the 'big sausage' that had impregnated her.
Then, Yotsuba pulled her panties down to her thighs, and with a smooth motion, she pulled her skirt up and held it, she guided the 'big sausage' and inserted it directly into her already wet self, letting out a soft moan as she was completely filled.
"Ah~"
In the cramped toilet stall, only the small moans and groans that Yotsuba was trying to suppress could be heard. She moved on Ren's lap, her hands gripping Ren's shoulders tightly, her eyes welling up as she held back waves of pleasure.
"..."
Ren just sat, enjoying Yotsuba's every movent, his hands gripping Yotsuba's hips to set the rhythm, ensuring this was efficient yet satisfying.
The two were engaged in a high-risk affair, separated only by a locked stall door.
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Twenty minutes later, Yotsuba finally returned to the dining table. Her face was slightly flushed, and she tried to regulate her breathing to look normal.
"You took a long ti, Yotsuba. Was the line long?" Fuutarou asked, without lifting his gaze from his laptop screen. His hands were still typing quickly.
"Mm. There were a lot of custors compared to usual." Yotsuba replied, her voice a little breathless. She quickly sat down, avoiding eye contact with her husband.
"Oh, I see." Fuutarou replied, still completely unsuspecting of anything. His focus was entirely on the work he had to finish.
Yotsuba was both relieved and guilty. Her gaze was evasive, a clear sign that she was lying.
But Fuutarou, as usual, was a very dense man, just like a rom-com protagonist who can't read the situation well. His inability to pick up on the cues that once saved him from a lot of trouble now made him blind to his wife's infidelity.
"Phew~ finally done!" Fuutarou exclaid a few minutes later, closing his laptop with relief. He raised his hands and stretched.
"I'm sorry, Yotsuba. This was supposed to be our rare date after I finally got a day off with great difficulty." His face showed regret. "My manager suddenly called and asked to finish this work even on my day off. Just as expected from a sweatshop company."
In his heart, he regretted not accepting his father-in-law's offer to get a good job through connections. He had previously refused because of his high idealism, believing that he could succeed without anyone's help. Unfortunately, reality was different. Living in a harsh capitalist society turned out to be not as easy as he imagined.
"It's okay." Yotsuba replied with a forced sweet smile, trying to hide her guilty feelings. "As long as I'm with Fuutarou-san, I'm happy."
"I'm glad to hear that." Fuutarou was touched by his wife's words. His eyes then caught sothing. "By the way, Yotsuba, did you just eat ice cream? There's so ice cream left on your cheek."
Yotsuba's heart pounded. It wasn't ice cream. It was a trace of liquid that she had carelessly not wiped away completely. Quickly, she wiped her cheek with her finger.
"Yes, I just had so really delicious vanilla ice cream."
With a very bold and disgusting act, she put her index finger, which still had a trace of the white liquid, into her mouth and swallowed it, pretending to enjoy the rest of the 'ice cream'.
"See? It's so delicious."
Fuutarou just smiled innocently, completely unaware that what his wife had just swallowed was another man's sen.
"Wow, it does look delicious. Let's buy so together next ti."
Yotsuba nodded, her smile still plastered on her face while her heart was filled with the betrayal and dark satisfaction that only her Master could provide.
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