"President, do I need to... lie down on my stomach like Yurianna?"
Sakuramiya Hitomi lowered her head, gently setting down Yurianna, who was stubbornly muttering about repeating middle school even in her sleep.
She then smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt left by Yurianna resting on it, stood up, and walked toward Yan Huan.
There were three sofas in the Student Council Office in total: two long ones and one shorter one.
However, even the shorter one was not a single-seater. In any case, it was more than enough for Sakuramiya Hitomi's petite fra to lie down on.
"Yeah, you can just lie down on that sofa."
Yan Huan offered a slight smile, pointing toward the shorter sofa.
In truth, beneath his smile, he felt a bit uncertain.
The main issue was that the Godly Hands ability required a full forty minutes of continuous use to reach maximum effectiveness. Yet Yurianna, that disappointing weakling, had passed out in just a few minutes...
This made Yan Huan reflect. Was it possible that the little bit of extra work he had assigned her completely drained the energy of their mascot, Yurianna?
"Alright, President..."
Hearing this, Sakuramiya Hitomi smiled softly and did as instructed.
"Heave-ho~"
She turned sideways and lay face-down on the leather sofa.
Stacking her hands together beneath her head as a makeshift pillow, she turned her side profile slightly, resting her cheek against the back of her hands while looking up at Yan Huan.
"President, I am ready~"
"Ah, I will get right to it."
Yan Huan nodded. Just as he was about to stand up, he caught sight of Sakuramiya Hitomi's feet lifting into the air, one after the other, out of the corner of his eye.
At so point, she had already loosened the brown small leather shoes she was wearing. As she lifted her feet, they dangled precariously from her toes, swaying gently...
They looked like ripe fruit, just on the verge of dropping to the ground.
"Clack~"
Sure enough, the very next second, as her feet swayed slightly, one of the small leather shoes tumbled off the edge of the sofa.
Yan Huan's eyelids twitched slightly. A second later, the other shoe followed suit, dropping onto the floor.
"Clack~"
When he looked back at her lifted feet, the small leather shoes were no longer there to block his view.
In their place were her feet and calves, neatly wrapped in white ankle socks.
Yan Huan gasped in shock, his footsteps slowing a fraction as he approached her.
He hurriedly averted his gaze, but those legs swinging like a pendulum seed to possess a magnetic pull, making it incredibly difficult to look away.
Yan Huan quickly slapped himself ntally, reprimanding himself.
'Yan Huan, oh Yan Huan, she is not the real Sakuramiya. Calm down... calm down.'
"..."
Seduction~
At that mont, Sakuramiya Hitomi lay on the sofa with her beautiful hair cascading slightly ssily over the back of her hands.
She tilted her side profile up slightly, looking at Yan Huan as she seemingly casually reminded him,
"President, are you not going to start?"
Influenced by Inferiority Hitomi, she was unable to actively express her feelings, leaving her no choice but to use various thods to tempt the President into taking the initiative.
Only by doing so could she ease the riotous turmoil occurring within the barrier, caused by the main body's frustration over their lack of progress.
However, because the President and An Le had already made significant strides in their relationship, his threshold for this sort of thing had been raised considerably, forcing her to adopt much more aggressive tactics.
Going straight for a ho run...
Was it even possible?
If she actually went that far, the main body Hitomi would probably let go completely, right?
But alas, if only things were that simple.
It did not matter. She still had a backup plan for the ti being...
"I will start then."
Yan Huan's deep voice ca from behind her, and Sakuramiya Hitomi feigned obedience, turning her head back to face forward.
In reality, she was ntally calculating the best way to tease him.
But the very next second, the mont Yan Huan's large hands gently touched her back, her pupils shrank, and her mind went entirely blank.
"Eep!"
Sakuramiya Hitomi's face flushed slightly as she hastily whipped her head around, only to see Yan Huan blinking, his movents continuing naturally.
"Is sothing wrong? Is the pressure okay?"
"N-nothing..."
eting Yan Huan's confused expression, Sakuramiya Hitomi's eyes trembled. She turned her head back around, biting her lip and lowering her head slightly.
There was no other reason than...
It was far too comfortable.
Was this what Yurianna had been feeling just a mont ago?
No wonder she had fallen asleep so quickly.
"Mnn..."
Feeling Yan Huan's fingertips dancing precisely across the various acupressure points on her back, with both the force and placent being absolutely perfect, Sakuramiya Hitomi could not help but fall into a daze.
It was not rely physical comfort, but psychological comfort as well...
And it was hardly surprising, was it?
Feeling the hands of the person she liked moving rhythmically over her body, Perfect Sakuranomiya even felt the lust she had previously slain beginning to stir once more...
All of these overwhelming sensations made it inevitable for Sakuramiya Hitomi to bite her lip, her face turning slightly red as she endured the pleasure radiating through her body.
"..."
The massaging effect stimulated by the power of Godly Hands was incredibly potent, yet Yan Huan did not relax.
Because as he continued to massage, he shockingly began to feel a hint of soreness creeping into his hands.
Activating Godly Hands seed to increase his stamina consumption.
One had to rember that Yan Huan had boosted quite a few of his attributes; no matter how you looked at it, he should not be feeling tired after just a few presses.
The only explanation had to lie with Godly Hands.
"How is it, Sakuramiya? Feeling a bit more relaxed?"
"Ah... mhm, I feel much more relaxed..."
Ti ticked by, minute by minute. Behind her, Yan Huan, who had been constantly channeling Godly Hands, felt as though his fingers were about to snap off.
It was one thing to be achingly sore, but the crucial point was that he was not seeing any results at all!
He had been massaging for over ten minutes, yet Sakuramiya Hitomi showed absolutely no signs of falling asleep.
As expected, Sakuramiya, whose constitution had been boosted, was truly nothing like before.
In the past, she was the type to imdiately tap out after just one kiss, but now she had transford into a legendary champion of endurance!
If this continued on...
"..."
But in truth, Sakuramiya Hitomi, lying in front of him, was not faring much better.
Her small face was flushed crimson from being kneaded, and she was equally burning with anxiety on the inside.
At this rate, wasn't her original plan to seduce the President turning into nothing more than a one-sided, aningless pampering session for herself?!
This would not do. She had to make the President...
Sakuramiya Hitomi clenched her fists, her fighting spirit visibly soaring.
She lifted her right foot, stealthily maneuvering her white-socked toes to inch closer to Yan Huan.
But just as she was about to make a move, Yan Huan's voice suddenly rang out from behind her.
"Sakuramiya."
"Ah, President?"
Sakuramiya Hitomi's face burned red as her movents instantly froze in place.
Looking back, she saw Yan Huan offer a gentle smile before suddenly speaking with a tone of emotional reflection.
"Co to think of it, after this Culture Festival, our term in the Student Council will be just about over, won't it?"
Hearing those words, Sakuramiya Hitomi's pupils involuntarily contracted.
She opened her mouth, hesitating for a long mont before speaking.
"Indeed... that is true."
"Ti really does fly... Now that I think about it carefully, I have really troubled you a lot over this past year."
"Eh?"
Hearing this, Sakuramiya Hitomi imdiately sat up and turned around to face him.
"Why... are you saying this all of a sudden?"
"It is nothing, just speaking from the heart."
Yan Huan patted her back, gesturing for her to lie back down.
Yet Sakuramiya Hitomi kept her eyes fixed on him, her movents excruciatingly slow as she lowered herself back onto the sofa.
"When we first ran for the election, you were secretly helping out behind the scenes. And since then, whenever we co to the Student Council Office, there is always hot tea and desserts waiting for us. Everyone has grown so accustod to it...
"You are the only Inner Court Student in the entire Student Council, yet we have always troubled you with taking care of these trivial daily matters...
"You have worked so hard."
Sakuramiya Hitomi stared at Yan Huan blankly, but her mind was not entirely focused on those little details from the past.
After all, she was not the main body Sakuramiya, but Perfect Sakuranomiya. However, at this mont, what she recalled the most was the sheer exhaustion of hunting down the other Hitomis day and night during this recent period.
Thus, she could naturally empathize with his sentint.
"President..."
Upon hearing his words, she lowered her head slightly. As she cast her eyes down, the bloodthirsty killing intent hidden within her gaze grew even more intense.
She pursed her lips, looking back at Yan Huan as she spoke softly.
"For you, President, it was all worth it. I have been very happy this past year. Moving forward, I will continue to give it my all..."
No, no, no, Perfect Sakuranomiya, haven't you misunderstood sothing?
Seeing Sakuramiya Hitomi suddenly beco intensely fired up, her desire to kill surging rapidly, Yan Huan's expression darkened.
This girl had completely misunderstood his aning!
"Well... over this past year, I recall several tis when I took afternoon naps in the Student Council Office, you were always right there taking care of ...
"So, I thought it was finally my turn to take care of you."
He hastily steered the conversation back to the main topic.
He looked up at Sakuramiya Hitomi and asked with a smile,
"Before, it has always been
showing you my sleeping face. Today, I want to see you sleep. Is that okay?"
"This..."
Sakuramiya Hitomi hesitated, but after a mont of silence, she nodded. Lying gently back down on the sofa, she spoke to Yan Huan in a soft voice.
"I am very quiet when I sleep, and I do not make any weird movents... but, being massaged by you has actually made
a bit sleepy..."
As she spoke, Sakuramiya Hitomi let out a yawn and rested her cheek against the back of her hands once again.
Although she had originally planned to try and seduce the President this afternoon, the sudden appearance of Yurianna had already interrupted everything, so she might as well...
Just rest for a bit?
That was what Perfect Sakuranomiya thought.
Speaking of which, ever since she killed Lazy Hitomi on the night the teor fell in Sakura Country, she had not slept a single wink.
Now, quietly resting by the President's side...
Was not such a bad idea, was it?
"..."
As her thoughts drifted, Sakuramiya Hitomi's eyelids grew increasingly heavy.
Until the next second, the mont her eyelids shut completely...
She fell fast asleep.
"Rumble!!"
anwhile, inside Mama Hitomi's barrier.
"Are the earthquakes getting more and more severe recently?! They keep happening every other day. Just what in the world is going on?"
Hovering in mid-air, Petite Hitomi looked down at the violently trembling barrier, a look of inevitable worry etching itself onto her face.
They had no idea where these earthquakes were originating from, but their instincts warned them that sothing was deeply wrong.
"Could it be that Perfect Sakuranomiya is pulling so kind of stunt again...?"
The re thought of that bloodthirsty Perfect Sakuranomiya made her sigh heavily.
She turned her head and glanced at Rat Hitomi, who was still curled up in a corner, and the distress on her face deepened.
Ever since Rat Hitomi said those words last night and got discovered by the President, she had been exactly like this.
"Good grief..."
Petite Hitomi had no intention of disturbing her. After all, she would just be blocked if she flew over; communication with her was entirely impossible right now.
Left with no other options, Petite Hitomi began scanning the venue for Mama Hitomi, hoping to figure out what these earthquakes were all about.
But soon, her attention was captured by Cool Hitomi, who was wearing a baseball cap.
Speaking of which, she had noticed this highly unusual Hitomi earlier.
She even knew Dream Hitomi...
Pondering this, Petite Hitomi flew over toward Cool Hitomi, eager to gather more intelligence.
"Hello, hello! Excuse , could I—"
"Get lost."
Cool Hitomi shot her a glare from beneath the brim of her baseball cap, her voice frigid.
"Will do~"
Petite Hitomi subconsciously nodded and began to leave, but a second later, she belatedly realized what had happened. She turned back around, indignant.
"Y-y-you are way too rude! How could you—"
"Alright, alright, just ignore her."
Seeing Petite Hitomi getting agitated, Cat Hitomi rushed over to defuse the situation, dragging Petite Hitomi away.
While pulling her back, she whispered into her ear.
"Do not ss with her; Cool Hitomi is incredibly formidable. Plus, she is different from the rest of us. She... does not seem to like the President."
"A Hitomi... who does not like the President?"
Petite Hitomi blanked for a mont, staring at Cool Hitomi in shock.
After all, 'Every Hitomi loves the President' was practically the foundational logic embedded in every single persona.
Just like how every Hitomi was as flat as a board.
Cool Hitomi folded her arms, turned her head away, and coldly scoffed, simply emphasizing a point.
"Hmph. And I am the only one."
"..."
Petite Hitomi gave the wildly proud Cool Hitomi a speechless look, her lips curling as she muttered a sarcastic retort: "Yet you are still being hunted down by Perfect Sakuranomiya..."
But a split second later, the Cool Hitomi standing before her abruptly changed her expression and shot up to her feet.
"I... I feel it..."
"What do you feel?"
Hearing the usually taciturn Cool Hitomi suddenly speak up, all the other Hitomis dropped whatever they were doing and looked over at her.
Cool Hitomi blinked, furrowing her brow as she spoke.
"I can sense Dream Hitomi's barrier... It seems that in Reality, the President has successfully managed to make Perfect Sakuranomiya fall asleep..."
With that, she hastily smoothed out her clothes, lay down on the grassy ground, and serenely closed her eyes.
Everyone curiously gathered around her, but the mont they got close, she impatiently snapped her eyes open.
"Keep quiet!"
"..."
The rest of the Hitomis instinctively snapped their mouths shut.
Among the group, only Petite Hitomi let out a huff and flew toward a less crowded area.
"You just need to fall asleep and dream to enter Dream Hitomi's barrier, right? I will go sleep too! Maybe I can even get in before this arrogant jerk..."
With that thought in mind, she found the perfect spot: right next to Rat Hitomi.
Since this girl spent the entire day curled up without moving an inch, she was the ideal sleeping companion.
"Inferiority Hitomi, hurry! Let's both go to sleep and find Dream Hitomi!"
"..."
As a result, after she spoke, the Inferiority Hitomi in front of her remained completely unresponsive.
Petite Hitomi blinked. She flew closer for a careful inspection, only to realize that at so point, the other Hitomi had already closed her eyes and fallen into a deep slumber...
At this mont, sowhere within the barrier, in an even more illusory space nestled inside the phantom domain...
Inferiority Hitomi looked around the room, which was adorned with the starry sky and the dark night, her face full of confusion. She then cast a bewildered glance at her own body, seemingly completely clueless as to why she had appeared here.
A second later, she timidly pulled her hood tighter around herself and scanned her surroundings.
"Zzz..."
Soon, in the middle of a field beneath a moonlit sky, she spotted a very special Hitomi resting right in the center of a grand princess bed.
She lay quietly on the bed, her eyes peacefully closed as she breathed with a steady, well-proportioned rhythm.
She had remarkably long hair, far longer than any of the other Hitomis that Rat Hitomi had observed during her surveillance.
However, completely unlike the other Hitomis whose hair faded from black to pink, her hair transitioned from the pure black of night into the dazzling brilliance of a starry sky.
Furthermore, her physique was not as petite as the rest, and her facial features were noticeably more mature.
It was as if she were a fully grown-up Sakuramiya Hitomi.
But compared to this distinction, there was an even more glaring difference...
That was... Rat Hitomi realized that this Hitomi's oppai...
Were incredibly huge!!
So much so that they could rival An Le's in size!!
"..."
Rat Hitomi stared blankly at this strange Hitomi lying on the bed, whose oppai were capable of going toe-to-toe with An Le's.
After her gaze swept up and down those massive peaks a few tis to appraise their size, she thought back to the size of Perfect Sakuranomiya, who had murdered Flat-Chested Hitomi.
That size was comparable to nothing more than a pathetic little pair of chest pads.
The next second, she suddenly realized sothing, pointing in astonishnt at the Hitomi sleeping soundly on the bed.
"Y-y-y-you are Dream Hitomi?!"
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