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His body also straightened up and stepped back in sync, his gaze fixed on her taut legs and poised hands.

He only completely let go of her hand when he retreated to a relatively safe distance, ensuring that she could not effectively attack him even if she kicked him immediately.

This damn pressure.

Nagano Sae quickly pulled her foot back as if she had been burned, then curled up, hugged her knees with both hands, buried her face in them, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Looking at the figure curled up in the chair, the sense of relief I felt from the deal didn't last long.

Feeling somewhat guilty, he quickly suppressed his unease and pulled a neatly folded white handkerchief from his school uniform pocket.

It was given to him by Chinatsu Mori, with a faint lavender scent, which she said represented her ownership as his girlfriend.

He silently walked to the desk, gently placed the handkerchief on the corner of the desk, at a distance that was neither too close nor too far from her curled-up body.

"Just wipe it," he said calmly.

After all, he just wanted a week of free time, but he wasn't really a jerk.

Sae Nagano paused for a moment.

She lifted her face slightly from her arms, revealing a bloodshot eye, and looked blankly at the handkerchief, then at Ito.

She instinctively reached out, her fingertips touching her cold, wet cheeks, tears already streaming down her face.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and picked up the handkerchief.

The soft cotton cloth pressed against my face, absorbing the cold tears.

The faint scent of lavender eased her tense nerves slightly.

Just as she was wiping away her tears and her emotions seemed to have calmed down slightly, Ito's voice rang out again.

"Actually, you don't need to force yourself so much."

Sae Nagano paused in her wiping motion.

"You should cry when you need to," Ito said, his gaze falling on her slightly heaving shoulders. "It's also okay to rely on others sometimes. Carrying it all alone must be exhausting, right?"

He paused, as if remembering something, and his tone carried a barely perceptible, almost naive inquiry, "Besides, didn't you already cry in front of so many people during the haunted house at the cultural festival last time? It's nothing."

Nagano Sae's hand, wiping away tears, froze in mid-air.

A haunted house at a cultural festival?!

The scene she least wanted to recall was being terrified by Mr. Totsugi, who was dressed as a ghost, and being completely exposed to everyone's view, her image utterly ruined...

Besides, just how much of a jerk must this guy be to casually bring this up?

Did he not know...?

My emotions, which had just begun to calm down, were reignited by that damned Ito's damned words.

She didn't even look up; the knuckles of the hand holding the handkerchief were slightly white from the force she was using.

"You!" She forced out a suppressed syllable, filled with cold, offended anger.

Her body reacted before she could think; almost instinctively, she kicked Ito's abdomen with her right leg, which had just been freed and was clad in high-end custom black stockings.

"Well."

Ito was prepared.

He anticipated her movement the instant her body stiffened.

The instant she lifted her leg, his right hand once again grabbed her slender ankle; the same move was no longer effective against a Saint.

The stockings still felt cool and silky to the touch, but the quality was terrible, at least that's what Ito thought.

As expected, Nagano Sae's money is so easy to fool... Even the Asada one, which you can just buy casually at the mall, doesn't feel as good.

Nagano Sae tried to struggle, but her strength was far less intense than before; it was more like a futile protest.

Ito firmly grasped her ankle, feeling the subtle struggle.

Looking at the student council president in front of me, who, even when provoked, tried his best to maintain the last bit of dignity, he just curled up and kicked and vented his anger.

Ito felt that sense of absurdity rise again, even mixed with a... subtle, almost helpless relief?

Faced with Nagano Sae, who couldn't really hurt him, Ito suddenly felt that she wasn't so scary after all.

She also has weaknesses, feels shame, and expresses anger in an almost childlike way.

To be honest, she's definitely a girl who loves anime and maids.

Just as the two were once again caught in this delicate stalemate, and the atmosphere in the office became stagnant.

"Squeak."

The heavy wooden door to the student council office was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

There was a person standing at the door.

Ms. Toji was carrying a folding recliner in one hand, while her other hand was still in the position of pushing the door open.

Her face showed the weariness typical of the afternoon, as if she wanted to find a place to put down a deck chair and rest for a while.

However, when she saw the scene inside the office, all the expressions on her face froze instantly, and were then replaced by a knowing, mischievous smile.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the atmosphere in the office was eerie.

In the large office chair, Sae Nagano was curled up, burying her face in her arms, her shoulders rising and falling slightly.

One of her legs was being held firmly in Ito's hand in an extremely awkward position, her ankle, wrapped in black stockings, being held tightly by his large hand.

Her foot, clad in a small black leather shoe, remained dangling helplessly in mid-air, poised to kick.

Ito's expression was complex, a mixture of surprise and an unyielding, defiant stance.

Mr. Toji's gaze swept back and forth between the two of them.

From Ito's hand tightly gripping Nagano's ankle, to Nagano's posture and slightly undulating shoulders, to that foot suspended in mid-air, carrying a hint of stubbornness yet powerlessness, and the fleeting glimpse of her voluptuous figure encased in black stockings beneath her skirt...

The mischievous smile on her lips deepened, carrying a knowing, all-knowing quality.

She loosened her grip on the recliner, and the heavy chair crashed to the floor by the door with a dull thud, breaking the silence.

The noise also startled the two people who were locked in a stalemate.

Ito released his grip almost as if he had been electrocuted, took a step back, and created distance.

Nagano Sae also immediately pulled her leg back.

Ms. Toji leaned against the doorframe, cleared her throat, and her mischievous smile deepened.

"Ahem... Young people, having lots of energy is a good thing, but you should also pay attention to the occasion and... the limits." She glanced meaningfully at the recliner on the ground. "This place... well, it's not quite appropriate."

She bent down, slowly picked up the folding recliner she had brought, and then, with an almost leisurely posture, backed away step by step from the student council office.

Just before closing the door, she gave Ito one last meaningful look, a teasing smile on her lips, and gently closed the door.

"Click".

The soft click of the door lock closing was particularly clear in the quiet office.

Only Ito and Nagano Sae remained in the office.

Ito stood there, looking at Nagano Sae, who was curled up in the chair, as if she were about to disappear into the end of the world. He then looked in the direction of the door, and then looked down at the hand that had just grabbed her ankle.

A strong sense of embarrassment washed over him.

He seems to have... messed things up again.

In the instant he was stunned, Nagano Sae, who was curled up in the chair, suddenly raised her head.

Before Ito could react, she suddenly stood up from her chair and rushed to him in a few steps.

Ito instinctively tried to back away, but it was too late.

Nagano Sae raised her foot, not to kick, but with her toe, filled with suppressed anger and shame, and pressed it hard against Ito's chest.

The force wasn't great, but the placement was tricky, carrying an undeniable sense of expulsion.

Ito was forced back half a step by her sudden movement, feeling a slight pressure on his chest.

He looked down at the foot in an exquisite black leather shoe pressed against his chest, and the graceful lines of her legs, wrapped in high-quality black stockings, extending upwards from her straight calf.

Nagano Sae tilted her head to the side, her long black hair falling down and covering most of her face, revealing only her tightly pursed, bloodless lips and taut jawline.

Her voice came from behind her long hair, cold and with a barely perceptible tension, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

"If you want another week of free time..." She paused, her foot seeming to press harder on the ground, "...then get out of here!"

"Immediately! Right now!"

Ito remained silent for a moment, then turned and left without saying anything more.

The objective has been achieved, and a week of free time is now secured. There's no need to provoke the student council president any further.

He turned around, no longer looking at Nagano Sae, and walked straight to the coffee table in the corner of the office used for entertaining guests.

Ito didn't stop walking, casually picking up two apples as if he were going back to his own home to get something.

"The variety of fruits is too limited," he said without turning his head. "We could add a few more varieties."

"Hurry up." Nagano Sae's cold, suppressed voice urged from behind.

Ito didn't linger. He walked a few steps to the door, reached out and grasped the doorknob, ready to open it.

Just as he turned the handle, the door was suddenly pulled open from the outside.

Mr. Toji peeked in with a mischievous smile, his eyes behind his half-rimmed red glasses gleaming with amusement.

She held onto the door frame with one hand, leaning slightly forward.

“After thinking about it carefully,” she cleared her throat, her voice carrying a hint of deliberately suppressed excitement, “as a teacher, I have an obligation to guide you young people on how… um… to engage in some proper extracurricular activities.”

She deliberately dragged out the words "extracurricular activities," her eyes filled with excitement.

Mr. Toji seemed oblivious to their embarrassment, and went about his business as he reached into his suit pocket and began rummaging around.

“Besides…” She raised her head, her gaze carrying a hint of reproach that said, “You’re so unprofessional,” and swept over Ito before glancing meaningfully behind him. “You probably haven’t even prepared the most basic safety measures, have you? This is too reckless.”

After taking the nasty thing out of his pocket, Totsuki realized the room was in an awkward situation, and then he noticed the apple in Ito's hand.

"Huh? It's over? So fast?!" She looked at him suspiciously. "Ito-san, do you...shouldn't you go to the infirmary?"

A profound sense of absurdity overwhelmed Ito. He turned back to observe Nagano Sae's reaction, but what Totsugi-sensei said next made him determined to report this guy.