At the edge of the horizon, the setting sun had already sunk halfway down, and night was about to fall.
Location: a certain high-end apartment—the residence of the Kiryu family. In the living room, Yazuki was connecting his phone to the computer via a data cable, then imported a photo.
Once enlarged, it revealed what looked like a pink-haired angel girl with broken wings. She was no longer dressed in the casual outfit she had left in that morning, but was instead wearing a wedding dress.
A pure white wedding dress, a white veil, and a lace ribbon adorning the choker around her slender neck. Her curvaceous angelic body was clad in a short, above-the-knee, princess-style wedding dress.
Her perfectly shaped and beautiful legs were wrapped in lacy white stockings, and her flawless feet were slipped into crystal-like glossy white shoes.
This was a wedding dress photo of Ikaros—so beautiful, so dazzling, that it made him lose himself just looking at it.
Originally, he wanted to set the photo as his desktop wallpaper, but it needed a little editing—because there was a real eyesore in the background.
That person, of course, was the old hag Hiratsuka, who was also wearing a wedding dress.
Whether or not Hiratsuka looked good in her wedding dress was unknown, because she was behind Ikaros and appeared to have accidentally stepped on the hem of the dress, resulting in her falling over.
Her lifted butt was facing the camera, with her skirt flipped up—revealing a pair of black panties, and not just any panties, but the sexy kind.
Time to quickly Photoshop her out and swap out the background behind Ikaros with something better, something that would better complement her beauty in the wedding dress.
Speaking of which, should he get Ikaros to actually put on the wedding dress later so he could admire her up close in person? As for where the wedding dress came from—it was a gift from one of Hiratsuka's classmates.
Currently, Ikaros wasn't in the living room. Where had she gone? To the neighbor's apartment across the hall, where she was learning how to cook from Yukino.
So was Yukino brought here by him? No, after Hiratsuka returned to school, she brought back all three girls together.
Because Hiratsuka suspected his moral character—after all, he was living together with beautiful girls—she assumed he'd make a mistake and insisted on staying over to keep watch.
Naturally, this drew strong protest from Yazuki, who eventually managed to scare her off again.
Thinking of this, Yazuki pursed his lips, recalling the events from ten minutes ago.
Ten minutes ago – outside the apartment entrance
Just as Yazuki unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to get out of the passenger seat, Hiratsuka suddenly grabbed him by the collar.
"You guys go up first, I have something to talk about with this kid."
After sending the others ahead, Hiratsuka stared at him with a fierce gaze like she was ready to devour him. He knew exactly why.
"The video?"
A look that clearly said, "I've already done my part—now delete it."
Then, Yazuki picked up his phone and deleted it right in front of her.
"Give it to me."
Not trusting him, Hiratsuka snatched the phone and carefully checked it. Only after confirming there was no problem did she hand it back.
"You don't have a backup, do you?"
"Hmm? Of course I do."
"You really don't have—wait, you DO have a backup!?"
Her voice turned shrill, and she yanked him closer. Their faces were so close, he could see the throbbing vein on Hiratsuka's temple.
She looked absolutely furious.
"Sensei, please treat me a little more gently. Do you really want to end up on TV?"
Yazuki spoke in a very friendly tone, the corners of his lips lifting into a teasing smile.
As for whether he really had a backup—of course not. He had truly deleted it. He just wanted to mess with her a little longer.
"You—"
Hiratsuka opened her mouth in disbelief, seemingly wanting to speak but unable to. In the end, she showed a look of compromise.
BANG!
"Ugh—!"
Without warning, she headbutted him, causing Yazuki to see stars. What the hell?
The look of compromise and helplessness on her face was gone, replaced with her usual cold smirk, like she was about to beat him up.
"I believe you won't put your teacher on TV."
"You sure?"
"Of course. After all, you're my specially watched student. How could I not understand you?"
"Tch!"
He clicked his tongue in irritation. Honestly, if Hiratsuka really calmed down, she would realize he was just bluffing to scare her and would never actually do such a thing.
"That's right, I wouldn't put you on TV. But Sensei, I now know where you live, you know?"
"My house?"
Hiratsuka looked at him strangely. Since he already knew where she lived, she didn't understand what he was getting at.
"Yes, your family's house."
With that clarification, Yazuki's expression took on a slightly sinister look. Hiratsuka seemed to understand what he meant, and her face stiffened.
"Telling your family wouldn't be a problem, right? Saying that not only did Sensei forcefully kiss me, but also stole my virginity."
"Huh? V-virginity? What nonsense are you spouting!?"
"Is it nonsense? Do you think your family will believe I'm lying? After seeing you forcefully kiss me, they'll probably think taking my virginity isn't too far-fetched. Anyway, I'll describe you as some insatiable perverted woman, crazily doing this and that to me."
As he spoke, Yazuki even reached out and lifted Hiratsuka's chin with his hand.
Come to think of it, why did she look kind of pretty now? Oh, right—it was the makeup.
Her face had a light layer of foundation, her eyelids dusted with soft eye shadow, lips glossed in a sakura-pink shade, and long curled eyelashes—probably done when trying on the wedding dress earlier.
At this moment, Hiratsuka had turned into that same pitiful, defenseless little creature from earlier when she had been teased by him.
"You… You wouldn't dare!!!"
Oh my—biting her lower lip slightly, Hiratsuka looked like she still wanted to resist.
At that moment, Yazuki narrowed his eyes slightly, once again radiating that demon king aura that didn't allow rebellion.
He looked at her soft, moist pink lips, and recalled her ambush kiss from earlier—and how he, the demon king who never takes a loss, had struck back.
"Mmph—!"
Hiratsuka—or rather, Shizuka-Cute—suddenly widened her eyes. Her moist lips had been claimed by Yazuki's.
He was returning what she did to him that day.
At that moment, tears welled up faintly in Shizuka-Cute's eyes, not enough to fall, but enough to wet her lashes. In those dewy eyes, there was a timidness that didn't match her usual self.
He was breaking through her rationality. She gradually lost focus, and somewhere along the way, he seemed to lose himself too, wanting to savor that sweet, soft candy.
Beep—beep beep—
Suddenly, the blare of a car horn snapped them both out of it.
"So, be a good girl and go home now, my adorable Sensei?"
"Mmm~ okay~"
Shizuka-Cute looked at him with those wet eyes, let out a cute sound, and nodded slightly. She seemed so obedient now, it made the one responsible for this—Yazuki—feel a bit guilty.
As Shizuka's car drove off, the culprit—Yazuki—was sweating like a waterfall.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go! She should've been the one flustered and panicked—that way he wouldn't be stuck in this mental mess.
But now, what was with that look of hers that made him want to protect her?
Had he really lost his mind and impulsively done that? Had he actually fallen for Shizuka-Cute a little?
For a moment, his thoughts were in complete disarray again.