Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"You, you.......you all......." Asada Sakura stammered for a long time, her words stuttering terribly.

She didn't dare look at Ito at all, and stared intently at Mori, who seemed to still be lying on top of Ito.

That look in his eyes was a mixture of disbelief, a touch of hurt, and a deep sense of...shame?

"No, I don't know... shame......" She finally managed to squeeze out a few broken syllables from her throat, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, yet all the more clear because of the surrounding silence.

"Steal..." She seemed to take a deep breath, finally managing to squeeze out the rest of the sentence, "...run away!"

As soon as she uttered the last word, she immediately lowered her head as if burned, gripping the glass tightly in her hand until her knuckles turned slightly white, as if she wanted to bury her head in the glass.

Hey, hey, hey, Ito really wanted to correct Asada's statement. When he and Takikawa were caught together last time, the other party hadn't thought in this direction.

While this time it might be, perhaps, or maybe it will be even closer than last time, it's not enough to draw that conclusion outright.

Moreover, he clearly remembered that the scene seemed strangely familiar.

It seems that the same thing happened when Takikawa was around...

Thinking of this, he looked towards the door... but Nagano Sae did not come over.

"Pfft." Hayakawa Miki, who had been watching the scene unfold, finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, breaking the dead silence.

Her shoulders trembled, one hand covering her mouth, the other hand snapping on her phone's flashlight, shining a beam of light directly onto the two people locked in a tense standoff on the bed, especially onto Mori-gami Chinatsu's face, which was still in that awkward position.

"In the dead of night, a lone man and a lone woman, alone in a room," Hayakawa drawled, his voice filled with schadenfreude, "...and the position is so worthy of study?"

The bright light made Sen squint and raise his hand to block it.

"Chika~" Hayakawa's voice was sweet and teasing, "I just gave you a lecture, you need to 'keep a close eye on her'~"

She emphasized those three words, "Your way of 'keeping a close eye' on things... is quite ingenious!"

The beam of light from the phone swayed back and forth between Mori and Ito, like a spotlight on a stage.

"Did you just 'ride' up to see it? Hmm?"

In an instant, all the shame and indignation of being caught in the act, the frustration of failing to plan, the grievance of being repeatedly rejected by Ito, plus the extreme embarrassment of being caught in the act by Hayakawa and Asada, all vanished.

No longer caring about posture, she suddenly sprang off Ito, the movement so forceful that it created a gust of wind, even sweeping the pillow next to her to the ground.

She curled up back into the deepest part of the bed like a shrimp scalded by boiling water, pulling the blanket tightly around herself and wrapping herself up completely, instantly transforming back into a giant silkworm cocoon.

The beam of light from Hayakawa Miki's phone fell with great interest on the huge "silkworm cocoon" that was trembling violently on the bed.

Ito silently raised his hand to shield his eyes, his head throbbing from the bright light. Strands of Mori's hair, loose from his struggle, and the strange sensation of being touched still lingered on his body.

hell.

he thinks.

The Asura Field is the eighteenth level of hell.

Chapter 201 The Resentment from Nagano

There are still three days until the results of the aptitude test are released; they were originally scheduled to be released this Wednesday.

After all, even Teacher Huci was exploited by being forced to stay up all night grading papers on Saturdays and Sundays.

The process of recording grades, which only requires typing on a keyboard, can never be slower than the exhausting process of grading papers.

"Ito, didn't I tell you that sleeping in my class is not allowed!"

He threw the chalk with precision at Ito, who was conserving his energy, and it hit his black hair, leaving a white chalk stain.

"If you go to sleep now, have you thought about what will happen to you in the future?" Ms. Toji said resentfully. "The adult world is a cold jungle law, a cruel battle for survival."

"Right now, you just need to indulge in your precious time of romance and enjoy the good times on Instagram or other social media platforms. If you're this happy now, how can you accept such a huge drop in happiness later!"

"Damn overtime, damn principal!"

Ito's behavior was like igniting a powder keg that was about to explode, giving Mr. Toji an outlet for his frustration.

Before Mr. Toji could say anything more, Ito walked out of the classroom on his own.

Being forced to stand as punishment was a regular occurrence, partly because I didn't want to hear such sad things anymore.

If these critical remarks about the principal reach the other party's ears, will Ito, the instigator, have a good ending...?

Besides, he wouldn't actually make him stand as punishment. After closing the sliding door of the classroom, he walked in one direction, and you could hear Mr. Toji's complaining voice even through the wall.

It seems that forcing her to turn down blind dates and sacrifice the chance to catch the tail end of happiness, and instead plunge into an endless hell of overtime work, has indeed caused indelible damage to the heart of this distressed teacher.

Arriving in a room where no one would disturb him, Ito pushed open the wooden door. The student council office was essentially Ito's third base.

To be precise, it refers to the office during lunch break and the period close to lunch break.

"Why are you here?" Nagano Sae looked up and saw Ito walk in, then frowned. "It's not time for get out of class to end yet."

It wouldn't be surprising if these words came from anyone, but Ito felt a sense of incongruity coming from Nagano Sae.

She... actually knew she needed to attend class?!

Regarding the ever-present Nagano Sae, Ito wasn't even sure if she actually attended classes.

During class time, I'm either in the hallway, in the printing room, or, like now, in the office.

"May I borrow your room to rest for a bit?" Ito walked to the sofa with a clear purpose, preparing to lie down, without waiting for Nagano Sae's consent.

“If you want to stay on campus to participate in the campus cleaning activities, you can rest,” Nagano Sae said calmly.

“Fine.” Ito ignored the threat in Nagano’s words and lay down on the sofa. “If you want your classmates to know that you’ve abused your power, I can stay at school.”

Silence fell. Nagano Sae didn't speak, but she tightened her grip on the pen, trying to control her emotions.

She took a deep breath and completely ignored the provocation.

Her gaze refocused on the open document in front of her, trying to make the smooth movement of her pen drown out the other person's breathing.

Just pretend... he doesn't exist.

"The cushions on the sofa are a bit too high, do you have any shorter ones?" Ito asked casually.

"..." The pen tip suddenly stopped on the smooth paper of the document, leaving a sharp and forceful mark.

The silence lasted for three seconds, followed by a cold, emotionless reply: "No."

"What about the blanket?" Ito hugged his shoulders. "Maybe it can help raise the room temperature."

Ito kept challenging Nagano Sae's bottom line with his words, while secretly observing Nagano Sae's reaction as he spoke.

“No, I can’t,” Nagano Sae glared at Ito. “If you’re uncomfortable, please go somewhere else.”

“Eh~” Ito shook his head, “As the student council president, I can’t solve the problems of my classmates.”

"I have no obligation to serve guys who skip class."

“This is not a result of your own making.” Ito got up from the sofa and walked towards Nagano Sae.

As Ito drew closer, Nagano Sae frowned her beautiful brows. "Did I cause this?"

"Hmm." Ito walked around the other person's desk and slowly walked to her side.

He didn't move immediately; he just stood there, casting a powerful, oppressive shadow from above.

Then, under Nagano's wary, taut gaze, he began to bend down.

"W-What are you going to do!" Nagano Sae's voice rose.

"Don't move." Ito stopped beside her and then slowly bent down.

In an office with only the two of them, even if Nagano Sae called for help, no one else would respond, and besides...

They're too close!

Because she was thinking too much, her mind went blank for a moment, and Nagano Sae had no idea what was going to happen.

The faint, pleasant scent, along with the silver magnolia-shaped bracelet on Ito's wrist, with the word "love" engraved inside, made her subconsciously grasp the same spot on her own hand.

Have you been wearing it all the time?

Instead of stopping where she was expected, and with her body still bowed, Nagano Sae's eyes grew increasingly horrified.

She recalled the words Hayakawa had been whispering in her ear all night, words filled with ambiguous hints, playing back in a frenzy.

"Youth is all about collisions to create sparks..."

"Inviting a girl to your home is not normal behavior."

The influx of noise disrupted my thoughts.

"No! This absolutely cannot happen!!!"

Ito's body had sunk so low that it was below the hem of her dark uniform skirt, and his hair, which was so close to hers, seemed to be brushing against her knees.

She cried out, her voice carrying a sharpness she herself was unaware of, and a barely perceptible hint of panic.

"No? What's wrong?" Ito couldn't keep up with her train of thought.

His attention had now shifted entirely to the dimly lit space under the desk. "Speaking of which, where did you put that folding recliner that Professor Toji used to nap in here?"

"A... a recliner?!" Nagano Sae's mind went blank for a full two seconds.

That bulky folding recliner?

The space under the desk is spacious and unobstructed. Apart from the four sturdy table legs and the clean floor left after dusting, there is no sign of a recliner.

Although the desk is large, resulting in a considerable amount of space underneath, if it's completely empty, it's immediately obvious that the recliner isn't there.

Perhaps it was because Nagano Sae's body blocked the light that Ito was still searching.

"Well, that recliner isn't exactly comfortable, but it's at least much more ergonomic than this lousy sofa."

Ito patiently explained, "And it's easy to fold and store. If a teacher or disciplinary committee member bursts in for a surprise inspection, I can at least 'disappear' in a second, so you won't have any grounds to accuse me of 'protecting a truant'."

I also considered going to the infirmary, but the infirmary teacher was a bit rigid, or rather, she was in cahoots with Ms. Toji.

It's a good thing that he wasn't betrayed.

“No—no—” Nagano Sae practically spat out the two words through her teeth.

"What?" Ito didn't hear clearly.

"It's not here!"

Ito was tilting his head slightly, trying to get a clearer look at Nagano Sae's face to see if her expression was playful or serious.