"Pull harder, you idiots!" Kenji shouted at his teammates.

But it seemed like the more they tried, the stronger Akira's side became.

His teammates were feeding off his energy, and his newfound confidence was radiating outward like an invisible force. Even the guys who'd barely tried before were suddenly pulling with everything they had, motivated by something they couldn't quite name.

Akira felt his Aura of Power pulsing, subtly but effectively.

"Come on!" one of his teammates shouted. "We've got this!"

Kenji's face went from red to purple. Sweat poured down his forehead as he realised he was losing, not just the tug-of-war, but something more important to him: status… respect. The natural hierarchy he'd always taken for granted.

"No! Pull, damn it! PULL!"

But it was too late. Akira's team won with a final yank, dragging the opposing side across the line in one smooth motion.

Kenji fell forward onto his knees, catching himself with his hands, breathing hard like he'd just run a marathon. He looked up at Akira with pure, undisguised hatred burning in his eyes.

Around them, students were murmuring. Whispers spread like wildfire.

"Did Kanzaki just beat Kenji?"

"No way. Kenji never loses."

"Maybe the Creep King isn't so creepy anymore..."

Kenji pushed himself up slowly, his jaw clenched so tightly that it looked like it hurt. "Lucky," he spat, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Just lucky. Caught us off guard."

"Sure," Akira said, extending a hand to help him up, a gesture of dominance disguised as sportsmanship.

Kenji slapped the hand away and stood on his own. "This isn't over, Kanzaki. Not even close."

As Kenji walked away, Akira noticed Rina watching from the sidelines. She smiled at him slightly before turning away, and he wondered if she remembered anything from last night despite the memory wipe.

The smile suggested otherwise, but something about her expression seemed... different.

After sports activities ended, Akira changed back into his uniform and headed to the library for his study session with Aoi. He found her at a secluded table deep within the non-fiction stacks, the quiet broken only by the soft turning of pages and the distant sound of students in other sections.

She was very neat as always, with her textbooks lined up perfectly in a row and colour-coded tabs marking the important sections.

But this time, her eyes showed a frantic nervousness he hadn't noticed before. They kept darting to the library entrance and then back to her notes.

The air around her was pure and calm, carrying the faint scent of lavender and old paper. This was a total difference from the strong scent of desire that usually trailed after Mia.

Akira activated his Lust Scan instinctively, wanting to assess the situation before sitting down.

[LUST SCAN ACTIVATED]

[TARGET: AOI SAITO]

[EMOTIONAL STATE: GUILT (HIGH), ACADEMIC ANXIETY (MODERATE), FASCINATION WITH 'DANGEROUS' (GROWING)]

[CURRENT AFFINITY: 25]

Interesting.

She was feeling guilty, probably about witnessing yesterday's aftermath in his room, but also increasingly fascinated by what she'd seen.

The "dangerous" element was key. Aoi was drawn to something she knew she shouldn't want.

He also sensed another presence nearby. Mia was, predictably, skipping her own class and lurking behind a far bookshelf, partially concealed by volumes on Japanese history.

Akira could feel her intense, possessive gaze burning into his back, a constant pressure reinforcing the Yandere Lock connection between them. He didn't call her out; letting her watch would actually be more fun.

"Hey, Aoi," Akira said, sliding into the seat across from her. "Thanks for waiting. Sorry, I'm a bit late."

"N-no, it's fine!" She jumped slightly, clearly nervous. "I just got here too. Did you... um, are you feeling better? From yesterday?"

"Much better. Thanks." He pulled out his notebook. "So, modern symbolism in literature. Where should we start?"

The study session began innocently enough.

They discussed the assignment, analysed passages from their required reading, and debated interpretations of various symbols.

Aoi was brilliant when she relaxed; her insights were sharp and well-researched. But Akira noticed she kept glancing at him, specifically at his hands, his arms, and his shoulders, like she was seeing him differently now.

He used his enhanced Aura of Power subtly, letting his natural charisma dictate the pace and tone of their conversation.

He let the silence stretch just long enough for Aoi to feel it crawl under her skin.

Akira leaned in, his forearms on the table and spoke in a voice low enough that only she could hear.

"This passage," he murmured, tapping the open book between them, "says the author believes forbidden desire tastes better when it's stolen in secret. Do you agree?"

Aoi swallowed, feeling her throat move. The faint lavender scent on her skin blended with something warmer now, maybe nerves or the first signs of wet heat between her thighs.

"I... I think..." Aoi's voice was breathy. "I think the author is saying that sometimes we want things we know we shouldn't want. And that when something is wrong… it makes them even more appealing, and feels ten times stronger."

Their eyes locked. Akira let his aura seep out more, wrapping around her like invisible silk. Her pupils dilated instantly.

He slid his finger along the page slowly until the tip brushed the side of her hand. She didn't move.

"Good answer," he replied. "Do you have…"

He was still talking when Aoi's pencil slipped from her trembling fingers and clattered to the floor.

"Sorry…" she apologised, bending down to pick it.

The motion was automatic and innocent, but the library table was low, and her modest skirt slid up on the backs of her thighs. White cotton panties flashed into view, simple and perfect. They clung to her curves, already showing the outline of her vertical lips as she was already getting wet.

Akira's cock twitched hard against his zipper.

Lust Scan activated again, almost subconsciously.

[AOI SAITO – UPDATED]

[AROUSAL: 68% → 87% (spiking)]

[HIDDEN KINK CONFIRMED: Public Risk / Being Ordered / Praise & Shame Play / Secret Relationship]

[FEARS: REPUTATION LOSS, DISAPPOINTING PARENTS, BEING JUDGED]

[SECRET FANTASY: "Make me do it where someone might see"]

Akira didn't even try to hide the smirk.

So that was it. Aoi wasn't just attracted to his newfound confidence; she was curious about the forbidden it represented. The good girl wanted to be bad, but only in secret. Only where no one could judge her.

Just then, a dialog box popped up in Akir's vision.

[CHOICE AVAILABLE]

[A: KEEP IT PROFESSIONAL - Focus on empathy and building trust slowly. Reward: +10 Affinity (Aoi)]

[B: PUSH BOUNDARIES - Use subtle dominance cues to test her limits. Reward: +40 PP, Unlock "Corruption Route"]

Akira made his decision almost immediately.

As she straightened up, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, he gently grabbed her wrist before she could pull away. His thumb softly pressed against her racing pulse.

"Leave it," he said softly. "You don't need the pencil right now."

Aoi froze, her lips slightly parted and her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. "O-okay…"

He released her wrist only to slide his hand under the table, out of sight, and rested it on her bare knee.

[OPTION B DETECTED AND CONFIRMED]

[STATS UPDATE: +40PP; 425 → 465]

She jolted, but her legs didn't close; they parted a fraction instead, like her body had already decided to obey before her mind caught up.

Akira traced one slow circle on the inside of her thigh with his fingertips, watching her bite her lip so hard it went white.

"Aoi," he said quietly, his voice dropping to something more intimate. "Can I ask you something personal?"

"Y-yes?"

"Yesterday," he murmured, leaning closer until his breath ghosted over her ear. "When you came to my room and saw... everything. What did you really think?"

Her face went bright red. "I... I don't... that's not..."

"Be honest." He held her gaze, adding just a touch of commanding presence to his tone. "What was on your mind when you saw Mia and knew what happened between us… did it make you jealous? Or did it make you wet?"

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