Chapter 62: In the Pantry Without Panties…

“Is that so?” Akira whispered hotly into her ear, his low voice sending a fresh shiver racing down her spine.

Mei nodded frantically, her breath hitching, her eyes pleading as she pressed her thighs together. The sweet ache in her core was becoming unbearable.

Akira’s hand slid under her dress, trailing his fingers up her smooth, trembling thighs.

He expected panties, but found none… just her bare, slick skin. Her pussy was slightly swollen and coated with her slippery juice… the outer lips were puffy and parted slightly, revealing the glistening pink folds within.

“No panties? Naughty Mei-san,” he teased, his thumb brushing her mound, feeling the heat radiating from her core, her musky scent filling the small pantry.

Mei gasped softly as his fingers dipped lower, parting her wet lips with ease, the slick juices coating his digits immediately.

He circled her clit slowly, the swollen nub throbbing under his touch, hardening further as he rubbed in firm, teasing circles, applying just enough pressure to make her hips buck involuntarily.

Sensory overload hit her… the rough pad of his thumb gliding over her sensitive button, sending electric jolts through her body, her inner walls clenching emptily, desperate for more.

Mei bit her lip hard to hold back a moan, squeezing her eyes shut as pleasure built.

Just then, they heard footsteps approaching from the kitchen.

Akira quickly pulled his hand away while Mei turned back with shaky legs to grab a can of something random from the shelf.

Her thighs were wet with her own juices, while Akira stepped back into the kitchen, adjusting his pants to hide the prominent bulge of his still-throbbing erection.

“Found it!” Mei called out cheerfully, though her cheeks were bright red.

Mia walked in, her eyes immediately narrowing with suspicion. Akira pretended like he didn’t notice her and went to sit in the dining area. Mia followed, took her seat next to Akira and put her hand on his thigh under the table, holding him possessively.

[MEI AFFINITY +10 → 90]

[PP: 2235 → 2335]

Rina looked up from her phone as if remembering something. “Big day today, right? The basketball tryout?”

“Yeah,” Akira confirmed. “Kenji wants to make a spectacle.”

Aoi appeared, looking neat and composed despite the early hour. “I’ll come watch, Akira-kun. For moral support.”

“Me too,” Mia immediately added, her grip on his thigh tightening.

Rina grinned. “Count me in. Someone needs to record this for when you destroy him.”

Even Ayaka, who’d been silent in the corner, spoke up. “This I have to see.”

—

School that day was electric with anticipation.

Word about the tryout had spread like wildfire, and everywhere Akira went, students were talking about it.

“Did you hear? Kanzaki vs. Kenji, one-on-one!”

“No way Kanzaki wins. Kenji’s been playing since middle school.”

“Yeah, but have you seen Kanzaki lately? Dude’s jacked now.”

“Still won’t matter. Kenji’s on another level.”

Even Sakura Hanamura, the Ice Queen Student Council President, overheard the gossip. She was scrolling through her phone during lunch when a video popped up: the moment in the cafeteria when Kenji had challenged Akira.

She watched it three times, her eyes narrowing with interest at Akira’s transformation.

“That’s… that’s the same Akira?” she murmured to herself. “Wow…”

—

The Cultural Festival meeting was held in the student council room after lunch. Sakura sat at the head of the table, looking cold as usual.

Several teachers joined as well, including Ms. Satomi, considering she has a degree in Arts and Literature.

“The festival is in ten days,” Sakura announced. “We need to finalise the theme and start building. The proposal that won the vote was ’Enchanted Forest’ for the main gymnasium. Does anyone have concerns?”

Silence.

“Good. Next, we need volunteers for the backdrop. It’s a large forest scene, approximately twelve meters wide. Any artists here?”

Aoi raised her hand hesitantly. “I… I could do it. But I’d need help. It’s a lot to paint alone.”

One of the teachers suggested, “Perhaps Kanzaki-kun could assist? I’ve seen his sketches in art class. He has talent.”

Ms Satomi nodded. “Yeah, that’s true. I’ll send for him after this meeting and inform him.”

Aoi’s face lit up with a bright blush. After the meeting, she practically ran over to him.

“So, um, I was asked to inform you that we will be working on the backdrop for the cultural festival,” she said, fidgeting with her hands.

“Me? Who?”

“Ms Satomi. I think she will be looking for you now… just thought I should tell you first.”

“Oh thanks… and uhm… sure, we can work on it together.”

“Cool. We could work on it this weekend? Maybe come to school together on Saturday? Just the two of us… alone…”

The invitation was crystal clear; Akira knew what direction she was headed.

But before Akira could respond, Mia appeared from nowhere, sliding between them like a knife.

“Akira’s busy this weekend. Right, Akira?”

“I didn’t say…”

“You promised me you’d help with something,” Mia insisted with a sharp warning in her eyes. “Remember?”

The tension between the two girls was thick enough to cut with a knife.

“We’ll figure out the schedule later,” Akira said diplomatically. “Let’s focus on today first.”

[AOI AFFINITY +5]

—

After school, the gymnasium was packed.

Word had spread so thoroughly that it felt like half the school had shown up to watch. Students lined the walls, sat on the bleachers, and crowded around the half-court that Coach had set up for the one-on-one.

Kenji was already there, doing warm-up exercises with fancy dribbling moves and showing off with impressive dunks. His crew cheered him on, hyping him up with loud encouragement.

Then Akira walked in, wearing simple gym clothes, and the whispers started immediately.

“Holy shit, when did Kanzaki get ripped?”

“Those arms… damn.”

“Look at his shoulders!”

Several girls were openly staring, their eyes following him as he moved. Mia noticed every single one of them and glared daggers in their direction.

Kenji stopped mid-dribble, his eyes widening slightly at Akira. But he quickly recovered, forcing a cocky grin.

“Well, well. Creep King actually showed up. Thought you might chicken out.”

“Let’s just get this over with,” Akira said calmly.

The coach blew his whistle, silencing the crowd. “Alright, listen up! This is a skills assessment, not a grudge match. First to twenty-one points wins, but you have to win by two. We’ll follow the standard one-on-one rules. Winner gets evaluated for a spot on the team. And the loser… well, the loser has to keep quiet about basketball for the rest of the year. Got it?”

Both nodded.

“Good. Kanzaki, ball first. Check it up.”

Akira grabbed the ball and passed it to Kenji. The gym went quiet, and everyone watched intently as the two players prepared for the next move.

This was it.

“Then let’s see what you’ve got,” Coach said, stepping back.

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