The weekend weather was slightly chilly, a sign that autumn was gradually approaching.
"What would you like to drink?" Kaoru asked the girl sitting before him.
She was perched on the bed with her legs pressed together, a slightly short pleated skirt covering a small portion of her fair, delicate thighs.
Her black knee-high socks accentuated the perfect curves of her calves.
"No need for formalities. Do whatever you want." The girl, of course, was Horikita Suzune.
Her expression remained stern, not a single frown crossing her face.
"So, no matter what I do, you'll accept it?" Kaoru glanced at her sideways.
"A bet is a bet. I won't resist." Horikita Suzune paused, her eyes narrowing slightly with a cold, sharp edge.
"However, I hope you rember what I said before. If you dare go too far, I'll have no choice but to kill you."
In other words, he could do a little, but not too much.
"Was what happened last ti 'too far,' or was it acceptable?" Kaoru asked.
Horikita Suzune's expression was slightly unnatural as her hands subtly clenched her skirt.
The smooth, delicate skin on the inside of her thighs seed to twitch and tremble again, causing her to instinctively straighten her posture, her entire body stiffening like a machine.
"You're making it very hard for to control myself. A charming, soft, and fragrant beauty sitting on my bed, alone with in this room—asking to restrain myself feels a bit unreasonable, don't you think?"
Kaoru openly appraised her, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest before letting his gaze wander along her thighs.
This kind of attention made Horikita Suzune extrely uncomfortable, but she rely pressed her lips together and said.
"Don't you have a list? Aside from a few exceptions, most of the items on it… are acceptable."
Kaoru's expression turned odd.
She had refused adamantly before—had she given up resisting now?
"Suzune," he suddenly called out.
Horikita frowned, displeased. "I've never made a big deal about you using my first na, but could you do it less? It sounds disgusting."
"What if I don't want to die and want to do sothing even more outrageous with you?"
Horikita was montarily stunned, then couldn't help but laugh in exasperation at his words.
"That's revolting. Weren't you the one who said you'd make drop out? Now you want to humiliate too?"
Kaoru nodded. "I agree, it is disgusting. But I've changed my mind. I didn't expect Suzune to agree to so many of my conditions. Making such an adorable little girl drop out… I just can't do it."
This guy—this guy really was disgusting.
Horikita Suzune was so furious her chest heaved violently as she glared at this shaless man.
"Don't even dream about it. I'm not dropping out. That's just your delusion. I'll stay at this school and defeat you!"
"Being defeated by Suzune would probably be the sweetest dream I've ever had."
There was a faint trace of regret in Kaoru's eyes.
He knew Class A would lose in this sports festival, followed by Class D.
With Class D's pitiful score as it was, they were likely headed for a repeat of the tragedy at the start of the term.
Horikita Suzune, unaware of this, gritted her teeth at Kaoru, convinced he was looking down on her.
"Enough nonsense. If you're going to do sothing, hurry up. I don't even want to look at your face!"
She was angry—her usually cool and composed face had completely transford.
Kaoru quietly observed her furious expression, knowing even Class D's students rarely saw her like this.
"I've thought of a good request." Kaoru sat beside her. "It might be a little embarrassing for you, but it's sothing every girl has to go through. I'm sure Suzune can handle it too."
Horikita said coldly, "What exactly is this request?"
Instead of answering, Kaoru leaned sideways and lay down, resting his head on her thighs, his face pressing intimately against the soft skin of the girl's delicate legs.
Horikita stiffened in shock, barely suppressing the urge to shove him away.
"Is this your request?" she hissed.
"While I'd love to experience Suzune's lap pillow, this isn't what I had in mind."
"If it's not, then get up right now!"
"No, no, the request is sowhat similar to a lap pillow..." Kaoru paused, then slowly turned his head, intending to look up at Suzune's delicate face from below.
However, half his view was blocked by her breast.
While breast size doesn't affect breastfeeding—as long as mammary glands develop normally, one can still nurse a child—bigger ones are undeniably more comfortable.
Thus, as Kaoru gazed at the desires manifested upon her, he calmly uttered a sentence that left her frozen on the spot.
"Suzune, could you… temporarily be my mom?"
Horikita Suzune stared at him blankly.
The man's expression didn't change—no, if anything, it was resolute.
"I want Suzune to be my mom. I want to act spoiled with Mommy Suzune. I want Mommy Suzune to pamper ." Kaoru stated her manifested desires with complete calm.
If he could fulfill these wishes, perhaps he could draw the rewards he truly wanted.
At first, Horikita Suzune looked utterly disbelieving, thinking she had misheard him.
But upon hearing those words, her expression turned as if she had seen sothing vile, her eyes cold.
"Heh… Not just a foot-fetishist pervert, but now a mommy-con too?" Her voice was frigid, like a blizzard from a snowbound land.
Her face showed no emotion, not even disgust—as if anger would be wasted on him.
"You're truly disgusting. I never thought you'd actually make such a request."
She rembered.
She rembered very clearly that this demand had also been on the previous list.
Back then, she had assud it was just one of Kaoru's jokes or pranks.
But Horikita Suzune never expected him to say it so seriously.
"It's not that unreasonable, is it?" Kaoru averted his gaze slightly—otherwise, his eyes would be glued to the soft swell of her chest.
The room fell into abrupt silence.
Horikita Suzune lowered her lashes, her delicate face etched with frost.
Her lips, usually so composed, trembled faintly.
"Not unreasonable at all." The girl's voice was tight, her teeth clenched.
She had never even held a man's hand—and now she was supposed to play mother to one?
"Good. Then I'm your baby now. What should you do?" Kaoru rested his head on her lap, feeling the smooth skin beneath him.
His face was close to her abdon, breathing in her sweet, fresh scent.
Horikita Suzune's cheeks flushed crimson.
How would she know what to do in this situation?
After a mont of hesitation, she took a deep breath, then shakily reached out to pat Kaoru's head.
Forcing a stiff smile, she awkwardly cooed, "G-good boy… Go to sleep now…"
She had no experience comforting children.
This was just sothing she'd occasionally overheard mothers saying to their babies on the street.
There was no warmth in her tone, and even maintaining the smile on her face was a struggle.
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