NOVEL WEB Chapter 127: Haruka, Come Punish Me... (Two in One)
At 3:58 in the afternoon,
several white clouds drifted across the clear sky,
the playground after school was filled with vitality and vigor, in contrast, the corridors of the teaching building were quiet and still.
Haruka Yuzan's hand was held by Otome Mizuko, facing them was Chiba Shimizu.
This was the situation that Haruka Yuzan now faced, as the two beauties stood in opposition,
the warm sunlight streamed in but for some reason, Haruka Yuzan felt a chill,
especially after locking eyes with the cool gaze of Class President Shimizu, swallowing nervously, feeling almost like being caught in an affair??!
Strange... There's nothing between us at all!!!
"Chiba, are you going to use the activity room?" Otome Mizuko didn't seem to be in a hurry now, smiling as she looped her arm through the boy's, seemingly catching up with her best friend.
"Mm." Chiba Shimizu nodded calmly, not even glancing at Haruka Yuzan, as if he did not exist.
"How come you're not heading straight home today? That's not like you..."
"I wanted to spend some more time reading at school." This response was fitting for the persona of the Class President.
"I see, you really are hardworking, no wonder you're always first and I can only be second."
"If you, Otome, would put a little more effort into your studies, you wouldn't do worse than me."
"I can't." Otome Mizuko shrugged in resignation, "If it weren't for Haruka, I wouldn't even want to come to school."
A slacking mafia princess and a cold, studious top student???
A peculiar XP perspective,
but... Haruka Yuzan quickly dismissed that notion and even found it funny,
how could he, the third-ranking in the grade, belittle the second-ranked for slacking off??
Darn genius beauties!!
"Hmm, are you two leaving?" Chiba Shimizu nodded, as if only just noticing the dashing guy beside the young lady,
His cool gaze held no extra emotion as he spoke nonchalantly,
"You should study hard, Classmate Haruka, and try to move up a rank next time..."
"Sure, I'll do my best." Haruka Yuzan smiled, "But at this stage, it's not something hard work alone can solve."
He seemed unconcerned about his own ranking, but the boy was ready to overtake these two young ladies in one fell swoop at the next exam!!
"You should still try, you've got to have dreams after all."
"Alright." Otome Mizuko interrupted the conversation bluntly and looked at the delicate girl across from her, "Go ahead and read your book, we're going to leave now."
Saying this, she took Haruka Yuzan and left, leaving the delicate girl standing there alone.
"Mizuko, do you think it'd be too shabby if I go in my school uniform?"
"Not at all, I like whatever you wear."
"I know you like it, I'm asking if your parents would."
"Who cares about them? You're going to marry me, not live with them, you know?"
"That's true, but..."
"No buts, meeting them is just a formality anyway, you don't have to be scared. The person who will be with you for life is me, not them, don't worry about it..."
"..."
......
Their figures gradually receded, and their voices faded from earshot.
Chiba Shimizu remained where she stood, ripples forming in her autumn-pool-like eyes,
After about five or six minutes, when those two were no longer in sight, and the rustling of the trees outside was all she could hear,
the delicate girl then picked up her bag and turned to walk down the stairs on the other side of the building, not heading to the activity room. The warm sunlight fell on the girl, yet it couldn't dispel the coolness...
Under the envious stares of the discipline committee,
Haruka Yuzan and Otome Mizuko climbed into the stretch Honda together. Continue reading on empire
It remained unclear whether the envy was for Haruka or for Otome.
The spacious interior, luxurious leather seats covered with thick blankets, resembled a mini lounge room, complete with an LCD TV and fine wine.
Having been inside before, Haruka Yuzan settled naturally by the window, a spot he favored, whether in a classroom or a car.
Near the window, one could always appreciate much more of the scenery.
For instance,
Haruka Yuzan was now peering through the gap left by the window curtain at the magnificent cosplayer outside.
The pitiful scraps of red fabric barely covered the essentials, leaving expanses of pale skin exposed; the elaborately made-up face was stunning,
striking even among the cosplay community—an Inori Yuzuriha from "Guilty Crown."
It was a pity that before he could enjoy the view, a pair of black-stockinged legs reached over, drawing the boy's attention.
Haruka Yuzan placed his hand on them, feeling the smooth and delicate sensation. Cute toes were snugly wrapped in black stockings, playfully wriggling a bit.
After toying with them in his palm, Miss Otome shifted to sit on the boy's lap, stretching her arms out to hug Haruka's head tightly against her chest.
"Haruka..."
The voice was soft and tender, her pale face showing sickly infatuation, as Haruka Yuzan could even feel her quivering slightly.
Surrounded by youthful femininity, enjoyable as it was, he did begin to feel a bit suffocated after a while,
Just as he took a few deep breaths, he was met with that crazy little mouth bearing down on him.
The sky was clear,
Even at three or four in the afternoon, the stream of vehicles and pedestrians on either side of the road hadn't diminished in the slightest.
Outside the window, the hustle and bustle seemed separated by the dark metal car shell, with only the continuous sound coming in...
"Smack, smack" went the sound.
After a while, their lips parted,
and Otome Mizuko just held Haruka like this, somewhat feebly slumped against the boy, her fair little face already flushed with a charming crimson as if she had drunk too much.
"Haruka, I really like you..."
The tender voice came through, the tone as if speaking to a rare treasure.
When with Miss Otome, this phrase could always be heard many times.
The emotion of loving someone had filled the girl's heart to the point where it couldn't be contained and spilled out.
And words are the most direct and sincere way of expression.
I really want to invite Miss Otome over for a joint tenancy, to see her daily wish list and attribute values.
[Name: Otome Mizuko]
[Meets tenant criteria.]
Curiosity... kills the handsome man, but it was just a fleeting thought before Haruka Yuzan immediately snuffed it out.
Dangerous thinking, Haruka, that was careless...
The gentle touch dissipated,
and Haruka Yuzan came back to his senses to find that Miss Otome had stopped her actions and once again lay her head on his shoulder, saying affectionately,
"Haruka..."
"What is it? Yumeko."
After wiping his fingers with a tissue, Haruka Yuzan also pulled Miss Otome tightly into his arms.
Only this way could he give this Miss Otome complete security to appease her pathological life.
"I'm... sorry, I really didn't mean to, please forgive me."
Suddenly, the sobbing voice of the beauty on him came, sounding like a child who had done wrong.
"What's the matter?"
Haruka Yuzan also couldn't help but become concerned.
"I really didn't mean to, I just couldn't help it... don't leave me, even if it means punishment..."
As she said that, Otome Mizuko pulled the boy tighter to her chest.
But it left Haruka Yuzan in a fog, her dark hair sticking to the corner of his lips,
He reached out his hand and gently patted the trembling girl's back. "What happened, Yumeko? Don't be scared, I won't leave you."
The priority was to calm down Miss Otome's emotions first.
"What exactly happened?"
"I, I couldn't help it that day, I looked up information about your family..."
As she spoke, Otome Mizuko grew increasingly nervous and ill at ease, like a puppy admitting its mistake to its master. "Don't leave me, I just thought we'd eventually meet your parents, and I wanted to understand your family's preferences beforehand..."
Normally, whether at school or outside, Miss Otome, who took firm and swift action, was now so flustered that she couldn't even speak smoothly.
If others were to see this scene, their jaws would surely drop.
"Even if it means punishment, I can accept it, but you mustn't leave my side..."
Hearing the reason, Haruka Yuzan showed a helpless smile, thinking something major had occurred.
However, looking at Miss Otome, his gaze became indulgent.
She could've kept this matter a secret, for Haruka Yuzan would have no way of knowing, but still, Miss Otome decided to tell the truth to the boy because of a promise she had made...
Sometimes, really... silly yet adorable...
"It's okay, I won't punish you."
"No, you must punish me!"
"???"
Otome Mizuko's voice was very firm, Haruka Yuzan looked at her with a face full of question marks,
as her dark hair cascaded down, her delicate little face still flushed with a slight feverish red, her shirt also incredibly crumpled and untidy, with even two buttons undone, revealing large swaths of pale skin.
Those eyes... no longer had any apologies in them, only endless, wild infatuation, and a sort of... desire?
Like a person dying of thirst,
"Come, Haruka, punish me, don't be gentle..."
As she spoke, she was reluctant to leave the boy, turned her back to him, and knelt on the carpeted seat, her opulent black silk pleated skirt completely exposed to the boy's view,
even the freshly torn hole was visible to Haruka Yuzan.
"Come, punish me, I deserve it, don't be gentle." The girl turned around, her face warm and fervent as she spoke, while also lifting her pleated skirt obediently.
"You don't need to do this, Otome." Gazing at the sight before him, Haruka Yuzan reflexively declined.
"No, this is what I deserve, you must punish me! Otherwise... next time I'm sure I won't be able to resist looking into something else, this time, it has to be etched into the depths of my soul..."
"Come on..."
Her alluring voice echoed in the boy's ears, Haruka Yuzan swallowed hard,
"Alright, okay then."
....
The school wasn't particularly far from the Otome residence.
After about a ten-minute walk, they entered a massive manor.
The car slowly drove in from the main gate, and Haruka Yuzan also pulled back the curtain to look at the scenery outside.
Very beautiful, the modern crafted garden pond was especially grand and noble, occasionally passing by a couple of eye-pleasing pretty maids on the pebble-strewn path.
The Miss Otome in his arms had also regained her usual demeanor, snuggling up sweetly at his side.