Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"Fine, I give up."

With a "click," the ballpoint pen was pressed into the textbook by Takikawa, the tip completely retracting.

"this......"

Now look what's happened, even the only pen is gone.

Takikawa turned around instantly, glaring angrily at Ito, and slammed her pen on Ito's desk.

"Give me one back."

"..." Ito threw the pen into the trash bag. "This was originally my pen."

“But it’s also because of you that the pen broke.” Takikawa turned his head to the side. “You have to make an explanation for this.”

Just as Ito was about to compromise, he heard Takikawa's calm voice again.

"never mind."

"what happened?"

“Anyway, you won’t realize your own problems, and you’ll never think you’ve done anything wrong.” Takikawa said this very quietly, but Ito heard it.

He suddenly stood up, causing the chair to fall to the ground with a loud thud, attracting the attention of the students around him.

Now it seemed as if he was bullying Takikawa. Ito took a deep breath and straightened his chair.

In a blind spot for others, at the edge of Ito's field of vision, an indoor shoe suddenly intruded.

His feet, encased in white boat socks, moved with a deliberate casualness, even a hint of provocation, as he lightly trod on the metal leg of the chair he was sitting on.

"Please move your foot." Ito's voice was low and restrained, carrying an unquestionable command.

Takikawa ignored her, even pressing her small toes slightly against the chair leg, her posture remaining aloof and indifferent, as if this impolite behavior had nothing to do with her.

She seemed to be deliberately provoking Ito, her almost perfect profile taut, maintaining her usual cold mask.

But then, a hint of shyness appeared on Takikawa's usually calm face.

His previously serious demeanor became somewhat awkward.

Suddenly, with an irresistible force, Ito's hand gripped her calf above her slender ankle.

She bit down hard on the inside of her lower lip, trying to keep her expression from changing, attempting to suppress the strange electric current that surged through her body from the point of contact and the shame that followed.

But the warmth and the feeling of confinement from Ito's palm stimulated her nerves, causing her to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

The leg that was being held instinctively wanted to pull back, but it forcibly restrained itself.

A faint gasp almost burst from her throat, but she swallowed it back, letting out only a suppressed breath through her tightly pursed lips.

He stubbornly straightened his back, fixing his gaze on the complex formulas in the textbook.

Takikawa will never give up!

Chapter 154 "Takikawa's Magic III"

I'm sorry, it was my fault.

Of course, apologies like this only exist in Ito's fantasies.

It's more practical to make Takikawa fall in love with you than to get her to apologize willingly.

Even when her calves were restrained by warm, large hands, she didn't even flinch.

"Aren't you going to move your foot?" Ito asked, looking at Takikawa, who was trying hard not to make a sound.

The soft flesh of her lower lip was already marked with teeth marks.

Takikawa placed almost all of his weight on Ito's chair, which prevented Ito from lifting his legs.

The afternoon sun slanted through the open window, casting geometric patterns of light on the side-by-side desks and the wooden floor, while chalk dust floated in the air.

Of course, it's also because Takikawa's delicate, fair calves are too smooth and soft, making it difficult to exert force, and your fingers can easily sink in if you're not careful.

Furthermore, due to his years of physical training and dance rehearsals, Takikawa has a well-defined amount of muscle.

Although it was hidden under the skin, it also increased the opponent's strength.

The two began a silent contest; whoever conceded first would lose the initiative in this turmoil.

The clock hanging on the back wall of the classroom ticked away rhythmically, as if keeping time for this silent struggle.

Even though they didn't know what rewards they would receive for winning the war, they would never surrender.

Ito increased the pressure in his hand, and to exert more force, he placed his other hand on Takikawa's knee.

"Ugh~" Takikawa quickly covered his mouth with both hands, tightly suppressing the sound that was about to get out of control.

efficient!

Ito half-squatted down, took out two tissues, and placed them on Takikawa's ankle and the inside of his knee. Then, he tried to lift Takikawa's left leg in one go.

But Takikawa noticed his action of taking out a napkin, and feeling the strange sensation on her leg, she reflexively looked up when Ito exerted force.

The foot, clad in indoor shoes, lunged at Ito's face, causing him to stumble backward, his napkin falling to the ground.

"Who do you think is dirty?!" Takikawa's voice was indifferent, but his eyes were fixed on the napkin at his feet.

The pristine white tissue couldn't even match the snow-white complexion of Takikawa's skin.

"Isn't this obvious?" Ito stood up, the brief interlude hadn't freed the chair from Takikawa's clutches.

And the opponent seized the opportunity, bringing not only his left foot but also his right foot close in.

This movement caused Takikawa's body to lean against Ito's side, with her pleated skirt naturally draped over her knees.

The skirt obscures the light, subtly revealing a deeper layer of meaning.

“Hmm.” Takikawa nodded in agreement. “If you dislike the chair so much and think it’s dirty, then you can stand for the next class.”

Such a thing is absolutely unacceptable. He adheres to the principle of never standing if he can sit, and he will fight for the honor of the chair.

Moreover, it seems the other party genuinely doesn't realize who they're calling dirty.

Completely oblivious to his own limitations, he no longer has time to indulge in this little girl's antics.

He's the kind of guy who wants to get things done.

“If the teacher asks…” Ito lowered his head, “I’m afraid you’ll get scolded.”

The threat was very low-tech.

Unable to defeat them with true strength, they resort to underhanded tactics.

"I don't care." Takikawa brushed a stray strand of hair behind his ear, revealing a small section of his fair neck.

"Guess who they will believe."

That's the power of word-of-mouth...

Damn it, Ito experienced the gap between classes once again.

Even if he said that, some people would question whether Ito had done something excessive that caused Takikawa to deliberately target him.

"What do I have to do to get rid of my chair?"

Ito was the first to back down; he had already experienced the brute force method.

As for threats, they have no effect whatsoever.

Even if he ultimately wins the war, it will not ease the tension between the two.

"Tsk." Takikawa scoffed, then used his arm to cover the half of his face that was exposed on Ito's side, preventing Ito from seeing his expression.

So you're not planning to let yourself off the hook...

Putting aside the fact that the broken ballpoint pen was his property, he also had the intention of teaching the other person.

Itoh only offered his help because he was on the principle of mutual assistance.

As a result, he was treated so unfairly, even though he did have impure motives.

But this hasn't been implemented yet...

He is innocent!

"Do you really think you're completely blameless?" Takikawa's voice was muffled, only the two of them could hear it.

How did she know what she was thinking...? It was that other person's so-called sixth sense again.

Just as Ito was about to say something to defend himself, Takikawa slowly withdrew his foot.

However, perhaps because the indoor shoes didn't fit properly, they fell to the ground as my foot was being pulled back.

Takikawa, unwilling to turn her head towards Ito, wandered aimlessly around with her feet casually clad in white boat socks, like a lost bee.

Toes unconsciously curled and stretched inside the socks, leaving almost invisible micro-marks on the floor.

Ito dared not move or offer any advice, fearing that he would be met with harsh words and that his good intentions would backfire.

However, the other person seemed to have poor control over their feet, or rather, a poor sense of direction, which made Ito wait for a long time without finding them.

She even kicked her indoor shoes far away with her toes, sending them flying right up to Ito's feet.

Not daring to move at all, Ito was like a stiff piece of wood, even slowing down his breathing.

After searching the nearby area without success, Takikawa slowly extended his feet towards the open ocean.

No! No! We can't get any closer!

As Takikawa's feet drew ever closer, Ito visibly grew flustered, unsure of what to do with his hands.

On the other side, Takikawa moved his body towards Ito's side so that he could stretch his legs over.

But the distance to the wall cannot be bridged simply by moving one's body; her legs were taut and straight, and her stubborn little feet reflected her stubborn expression.

"Don't come any closer!" Ito prayed silently. There were gray marks on the soles of the white cotton socks, and they were about to reach Ito's legs.

Takikawa's delicate feet, through the thin cuffs of her trousers, lingered on Ito's calves. The other man seemed oblivious to the problem, and brazenly circled her again.

It's not clean anymore.......

all!

With both feet on Ito's trouser legs, Takikawa finally realized what this thing was.