Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Compared to Hayakawa, she's still a bit lacking.

Regardless of what she was thinking, Hayakawa never showed the slightest bit of shyness on the surface.

While Mori, who seems bold and tries hard to play the role of a seductive little devil, is more like a little rabbit in Ito's eyes at this moment, nervously trembling as he puts himself in the hunter's gun but trying to appear calm.

There is a strange sense of contrast.

If it weren't for the fear of making too much noise and attracting the attention of the people next door, Ito would have thrown Mori out without hesitation.

But the more Ito resisted, the more it aroused Mori's rebellious spirit, so now Ito couldn't even utter any threats.

He held her wrist and could feel her pulse beating rapidly; her slight struggle seemed more like a reluctant acceptance.

In the darkness, the girl's fragrance, her warm body, her rapid heartbeat, and her trembling breath...

The two reached a delicate balance at this moment.

All the sensory information was disrupting Ito's thoughts, giving him a sense of impending doom.

Reason told him he had to push Mori away immediately, but Mori's actions...

The wrist that Ito had grabbed stopped struggling and just stayed quietly in his palm, its fingertips curling slightly, looking rather pitiful.

This action caused Ito to waver for a moment.

Time flowed silently in the darkness, with only the sound of their rapid, alternating breaths being particularly clear in the quiet room.

"Senior..." Mori's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of cautious probing and a barely perceptible disappointment, "Do you... hate me like this?"

Ito did not answer immediately.

He looked down, and in the absolute darkness, he could only see a blurry outline nestled against his chest.

He could feel the warmth of her body, smell the sweet fragrance of her hair, and hear her breathing, which was filled with anticipation and trepidation.

"Ah."

This simple word disrupted the delicate balance between the two.

In the darkness, Ito could clearly feel the warm body leaning against his chest stiffen instantly.

We cannot give the other party any opportunity to take advantage of us because of our soft heart. If we agree to Mori's suggestion, the other party will definitely use this as a springboard to intensify their attack on Ito's territory.

Even if Ito eventually relented and tacitly approved of the other party's actions...

Given the other party's current outwardly strong but inwardly weak attitude, they will definitely change their tune immediately and verbally humiliate Ito with things like, "I never expected you to be this kind of guy, senpai," or "Is this all you think about, senpai?"

Then, making excuses, they drove off.

Perhaps this scene is a prank they've meticulously planned, not just something Ito is overthinking, but rather that those guys really have a twisted sense of humor.

The arms wrapped around his waist, which had originally carried a stubborn and probing force, seemed to have lost their bones, and slumped down softly, sliding onto the sheets beside him.

She leaned back slightly, half an inch from his body, and the aggressive warmth suddenly cooled.

The air freezes.

In the darkness, Ito could only hear Mori's originally rapid breathing suddenly catch in its throat, and then become unusually shallow.

She didn't say anything.

Ito could feel the stiffness in her body, and could even imagine her biting her lower lip, her purple eyes possibly filled with tears, looking aggrieved.

The slight irritation and wariness in his heart were somewhat diluted by this silent grievance, and even a trace of regret arose.

But reason immediately prevailed.

He warned himself, "I can't be soft-hearted!"

Once the door is opened, this seemingly timid but actually cunning little devil will immediately seize the opportunity, turning weakness into a weapon to accuse him of "malicious intentions."

Time crawls in the darkness.

The clear breathing sounds from just moments ago have now been replaced by Ito's own exhalations.

Over there in Mori, it was eerily quiet.

Just when Ito thought she would remain silent or leave, the wrist he was holding twitched very slightly.

But the next second, something unexpected happened.

"What did you say, senior? I didn't hear you clearly." Mori's voice suddenly rose, carrying a deliberate, almost arrogant innocence.

In the darkness, instead of backing away, she pressed herself even closer.

The arm that had been hanging down wrapped around Ito's waist again, and even one leg forcefully squeezed between Ito's legs, the knee pressing lightly against the inside of Ito's thigh.

Her warm, slightly rapid breaths deliberately landed on Ito's chin.

"What did the senior just say? 'Enough'? What did 'Keep going' mean? I don't understand!"

This isn't just not hearing clearly; it's blatant provocation and feigning ignorance!

Ito's temples throbbed.

"Chinatsu Morikami." He almost gritted his teeth, his voice lowered, yet carrying an unprecedented severity, trying to intimidate her. "Take your hands off her. And pull your legs back too."

"Get off my bed right now! Immediately!"

As soon as Mori's leg squeezed in, the restless leg froze halfway, and most of the force of the knee pressing against the inside of Mori's thigh was also relieved.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

He felt the pulse on the wrist he was gripping was pounding more erratically, like a startled bird chirping in his palm.

then……

Mori abruptly pulled back the leg that had squeezed in, and his whole body shrank back a lot, rolling directly to the edge of the bed, almost falling off.

A short, muffled groan echoed in the darkness, accompanied by a gasp of pain from being hit.

Then came the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together. She curled up, wrapped herself in the blanket like a resentful bulge, and turned her back to Ito.

"Hmph!" A muffled, explosive sound erupted from under the covers.

Ito breathed a sigh of relief, and just as his tense nerves relaxed a little, the bulge suddenly lifted a corner.

Mori's head peeked out, and even in the darkness, one could almost feel her burning gaze.

"Hypocrite!" she accused, her voice not loud. "Senior, you're just saying one thing and meaning another."

"......"

"What do you mean you don't like it? My heart is pounding so hard it's about to jump out of my chest."

That's just...

"Just what? Actions speak louder than words." Before Ito could defend herself, she had already launched into a tirade, "She pretended to look at me so affectionately while playing the guitar, but then turned her back on me the moment she turned her back on me."

“That’s what the song requires, and I didn’t…” Ito tried to refute by seizing on the loophole of “looking at us affectionately,” but was immediately overwhelmed by even greater firepower.

"And today, with so many people watching, you just let that Chairman Nagano touch your hand." Mori's voice suddenly rose a little, filled with genuine grievance. "Why can she touch you? I can only be pushed by you."

"That's her..."

"What do you mean, 'she'?!" Mori interrupted almost irrationally. "I'm the one who...the one who..."

"Anyway, this is favoritism, it's bullying me, it's boyfriend bullying, it's your unique male chauvinism!" She got angrier and angrier as she spoke, like a firecracker that had been lit, her vocabulary exploded, "You must think that President Nagano is more mature, Asada-senpai is cuter, and Hayakawa-nee has a better figure. You just think I'm noisy and annoying."

"...I didn't think that way."

"That's exactly what you think!" she declared firmly, as if she had grasped a universal truth. "That '30,000 yen' senior who betrayed his comrades!"

Ito was speechless for a moment, feeling a bit of a headache.

This point, repeatedly seized upon and used to criticize him, is indeed his Achilles' heel.

"And..." Mori suddenly lowered his voice, a hint of ambiguity in his tone, "Senpai, do you actually... like that kind of thing?"

Which one?

"You mean... the cold, aloof type... like the president?" Her voice was full of probing and a subtle hint of sourness.

"Absolutely not!"

This topic was too dangerous, so Ito immediately clarified, "There is absolutely no possibility between me and Nagano Sae."

I even felt my heart skip a beat.

"Oh? Is that so?" Mori's tone became even more elusive. "Then this afternoon at the student council, I clearly heard someone say that they see you and the president alone together every week..."

That was simply a necessary act of seeking Doraemon's help and getting vitamins.

"boom!"

Just when it was a critical moment, and Ito was about to be verbally tortured and rendered speechless by Mori Kami because of a potential "Fujikawa-style scandal".

The bedroom door was suddenly flung open, and the door slammed against the wall with a dull thud.

The light instantly tore through the darkness of the room.

At the entrance, like two guardian deities who had suddenly appeared, stood two people.

On the right is Asada, holding an empty glass, her hair disheveled from sleeping, her face a mixture of shock and indescribable emotion.

The neckline of her pajamas was askew, clearly indicating that she had just gotten out of bed.

On the left is Hayakawa Miki, arms crossed, with an excited smile that says "I knew it" and "The show is about to begin," and a short jacket casually draped over her pajamas.

Their gazes were fixed on Ito's bed, on the two figures in an incredibly suggestive pose.

Chinatsu Mori was so excited about accusing Ito of his "evil deeds" that she propped herself up on one side, almost "riding" on Ito's hips as he lay on his back (although she deliberately avoided the sensitive areas).

Startled by the sudden opening of the door, she remained frozen in that ambiguous and abrupt posture.

Long, purple hair was scattered messily on Ito's pillow and chest, with a few strands playfully brushing against his chin.

Under the light, her delicate face still had a blush from her excited accusation, and her violet eyes were filled with astonishment. The fierce and questioning aura she had just exclaimed had instantly frozen.

The air in the room froze once again.

Time seemed to stand still for several seconds.

Asada Sakura's mouth opened into a round "O" shape, and the poor glass in her hand began to tremble slightly, making a faint clinking sound in the silence, representing the unease in its owner's heart.

Her gaze swept back and forth several times over Mori's disheveled pajamas, the slipped straps, and the close proximity between the two of them.

Her face flushed bright red instantly, the blush spreading all the way to the tips of her ears, and even her neck was covered in a pinkish hue.