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However, this unconscious head-turning action carried a huge risk due to the extreme closeness between the two.

His profile was almost touching the skin of her leg, which was covered by high-end custom black stockings.

In order to completely prevent the possibility of such extremely awkward physical contact that would seriously tarnish her prestige as president.

Furthermore, it was to punish this bastard who repeatedly challenged her bottom line and behaved extremely rudely.

Nagano Sae chose to launch a preemptive counterattack when Ito's twisting motion had just begun and was not yet fully completed.

The black-stockinged leg, exuding an alluring "absolute territory" vibe, kicked towards Ito's upper body, but Ito, who was always on guard, dodged it in advance.

Ito reacted extremely quickly, his right hand precisely grabbing Nagano Sae's ankle as she kicked him. The slender ankle, wrapped in black stockings, felt cool and smooth to the touch, yet it carried an astonishing heat and strength.

"what!"

Caught off guard, Nagano Sae let out a short gasp.

The attack was abruptly interrupted halfway through, and the body instantly lost its balance due to the sudden counterattack, causing the person to lean back and fall heavily back into the chair.

"Let go!"

She instinctively tried to break free, and her right foot, which was being held, suddenly pushed forward, attempting to escape from Ito's grasp.

However, Ito's fingers remained completely still.

Instead of letting go, he increased his strength, and his body moved forward slightly to counteract her struggles.

This caused their current posture to become extremely ambiguous and dangerous.

This is even more intriguing than Mori's bold actions yesterday.

Ito bent over slightly, her left hand instinctively resting on the armrest of Nagano's chair to maintain her balance, her entire upper body almost completely covering Nagano.

His right hand gripped her ankle tightly, positioned directly in front of her body.

The cool touch of the black stockings contrasted strangely with the warmth of the skin beneath my palms.

Nagano Sae slumped back in her chair, one leg forcibly lifted and straightened, pointing directly at Ito, her slender ankle held in his hand.

The unflattering angle caused her uniform skirt to tug at the hem, sliding up slightly to reveal a glimpse of her thigh.

Under the dim office light and encased in high-end black stockings, she exuded an indescribable allure.

But Ito had no time to pay attention to these details; he truly hadn't expected such a thing to happen.

Nagano gripped the chair armrest with her other hand, her knuckles turning white from the force. Her delicate, fair face quickly flushed red from the struggle and the mix of shame and anger.

"I told you to let go!"

Her voice had completely lost its usual calm and icy tone, leaving only pure anger and...

A deep sense of humiliation and offense.

The struggle intensified, attempting to pull the restrained ankle back.

"Don't move!" Ito's voice also turned serious.

It's not that I don't want to let go, it's just that right now... I can't let go.

He knew this move was particularly presumptuous and dangerous, and would provoke a strong backlash from Nagano Sae.

But his current situation is extremely awkward.

First of all, although Nagano Sae's ankles were slender, the surface of her black stockings was extremely smooth, and he had to use all his strength to keep her firmly in place and prevent her from breaking free.

If he relaxes his grip even slightly at this moment, Nagano Sae, who is in a state of panic, will definitely launch a second, more intense attack immediately.

Moreover, the location will be even more difficult to predict, and he didn't pay close attention to whether he could block it just right.

Furthermore, the opponent's strength was not insignificant; Ito's palm is still throbbing slightly.

Secondly, and more importantly, his current physical posture is very passive.

In order to catch her kicking ankle, his bent-over posture shifted his center of gravity forward, making his lower body extremely unstable.

The moment the hand is released, the opponent's ankle is freed, and they may use the force of the struggle to kick out again, most likely targeting his vulnerable abdomen or ribs.

He didn't even have time to fully straighten up or back away to dodge.

If he gets kicked again... this time he might just roll down the desk steps or even crash into the wall.

The pain was a minor matter; he didn't want to repeat the scene of "being kicked over by the president" in the student council office again.

Therefore, he cannot let go, at least not now.

The only time to let go is after he has completely taken control of the situation and ensured his own safe escape.

The situation has reached a strange stalemate.

Ito gripped that slender ankle tightly, preventing Nagano Sae from fully retracting her leg.

Each futile struggle of hers caused the skin covered in black stockings to rub against his palm, bringing a strange, slightly itchy and burning sensation.

Their heavy breathing mingled and collided in the enclosed space, making the air feel thick and viscous, as if it had solidified.

Light streamed obliquely in from the window, casting the silhouettes of the two facing each other onto the wall, creating a tense and ambiguous shape.

Nagano Sae leaned back in her chair, her chest heaving, staring intently at Ito, who was standing right in front of her.

Not only because of anger, but also because of the immense shame brought about by this unprecedented and dangerously close position with the opposite sex.

He could clearly see the moisture rising in her eyes, a sign that intense shame and indignation were about to turn into real tears.

Her lips were pressed tightly together, so tightly they lost their color, as she desperately tried to control her emotions that were about to collapse.

Upon seeing this, he knew that one of the purposes of his trip had been achieved.

The general was pushed to the point of genuine emotional breakdown.

But this breach came too unexpectedly and was too dangerous.

If not handled properly, the consequences could very well be devastating.

But even at the risk of retaliation, he still proposed the deal.

Just as the moisture in Nagano Sae's eyes rapidly condensed and her breathing became more rapid, clearly indicating that she was about to explode without regard for the consequences, the moment came.

Ito spoke in a deep voice, his words flowing rapidly, overwhelming all the surging emotions in his voice:

"How about we make a deal, Chairman Nagano?"

Chapter 202 Ito is not a bastard

Talking about a deal at this stage may be a bit presumptuous, but it might not be a bad choice.

After all, Ito originally came with the intention of annoying Nagano Sae, or rather, breaking her defenses.

After saying that, Ito observed the other person's reaction.

Sae Nagano suddenly stopped, the tears that were about to spill from her eyes seemingly frozen at the edge of her eyes by these unexpected words.

She stared intently at Ito, as if to say: Even after all this, you still want to make a deal?!

"Let go..." she practically spat out the words through gritted teeth.

Ito remained unmoved, and instead tightened his grip to ensure the authority of his words.

"If you agree to one small, completely reasonable condition that is absolutely within your authority, I will immediately let go and sincerely apologize for the misunderstanding. At the same time, I promise to keep you out of sight for a while."

He deliberately slowed down his speech and emphasized the phrase "out of sight, out of mind."

Sae Nagano's body visibly stiffened for a moment.

Her straight back tensed instantly, her shoulder blades outlined beneath the dark uniform.

The wave of shame and indignation did not recede; instead, it crashed against the crumbling dam of reason with even greater force.

However, just as her emotions were about to consume her, a sliver of rationality belonging to the student council president pulled her back from the brink of losing control.

That was the instinct of "cost assessment" rooted deep in her bones.

She was breathing heavily, and her struggles suddenly weakened.

The ankle he was gripping tightly remained taut, but no longer struggled to break free.

She suddenly looked up, her usually aloof eyes now fixed on Ito, who was standing right in front of her.

"It's simple, give me a week of free time to handle personal matters."

"Impossible!" Sae Nagano blurted out, "School rules..."

“Rules are rules,” Ito interrupted her. “You are the student council president. You have the authority to assign students to special field missions.”

He leaned forward slightly, his presence intensifying the sense of pressure. "Location off-campus, flexible schedule, one week."

“I’m nominally on official business, but I’ll actually disappear. Out of sight, out of mind.” He stared intently into her eyes.

"A week?" Sae Nagano's voice was filled with absurdity. "Why...?"

"Because you're holding my ankle right now." Ito shook the slender ankle in his hand, the skin under the black stockings was slightly hot in his palm.

“You don’t want anyone to know what’s happening in this office right now.” He lowered his voice, each word striking a nerve.

"Furthermore..." He paused, his gaze sharpening, "...you need a week of peace and quiet to calm your emotions that I've disturbed, don't you?"

"Besides, after this incident, you probably don't want to see me anytime soon."

Nagano Sae gasped for breath, biting her lower lip so hard it almost broke.

This posture... if it were discovered... she didn't dare to think about it.

But this persistent jerk... what if he disappears for a week...?

Time stood still.

Ito could clearly feel the tension in the muscles of her ankle beneath her palm, and the slight tremor in her body.

The water vapor in her eyes was swirling violently, as if it were about to burst forth at any moment.

Finally, after a long period of torment, Nagano Sae managed to squeeze out a single word from her clenched teeth, which were almost bleeding.

"........good."

Ito felt a sense of relief. The word "okay," tinged with a humiliating sense of brokenness, was squeezed out from her clenched teeth.

His tense nerves did not relax; his right hand, which was gripping her ankle, began to loosen its grip extremely slowly.