"Can I ask you something personal?" Aoi said softly, setting down her chopsticks.

Her heart was already hammering against her ribs. She hated how weak she felt whenever the room went quiet like this.

"Sure," Akira replied, leaning back.

"Mia-chan, are you two... together?"

As she waited for his answer, her mind betrayed her, flashing back to that afternoon after school at the apartment.

She could still see the way Mia looked: dishevelled, flushed, wearing that smug, predatory grin of a woman who had been thoroughly satisfied.

Aoi remembered the heavy, musk-sweet scent of the room that made her stomach flip with a mix of disgust and a dark, hungry curiosity she couldn't suppress.

'I saw it,' she thought, her fingers tightening on her knees. 'I saw what he does to girls. I saw how he broke her... and I wanted to know what that felt like.'

"It's... complicated," Akira said.

"That's what people say when the answer is yes, but they don't want to admit it fully." Aoi forced the words out, trying to maintain a neutral expression.

But then she thought of the library.

The memory hit her like a physical wave: the sensation of his fingers sliding under her cotton panties, the cool air of the library on her skin, and the terrifying, electric thrill of the footsteps in the next aisle.

She remembered how she had babbled about literature while he was literally soaking his hand in her wetness.

"And Rina?" she pushed, her voice trembling. "I've… I've seen the way she looks at you. Like she… can't take her eyes off you."

"You're observant," he said with that small, knowing smile that made her knees feel like water.

"I pay attention to people." Aoi picked at a piece of rice in her bento. "It's part of being class rep. You learn to read situations and understand dynamics." She glanced at him sideways, her eyes lingering a bit longer than usual. "You're collecting quite the following, Akira-kun."

"I'm not trying to collect anyone."

"Maybe not on purpose. But you have a way of drawing people in. Making them feel seen." Her voice dropped a little, almost like she was testing the waters. "Making them feel like maybe they could be someone different, someone braver, if they just stood close enough to you."

A little spark was now in the air, a quiet tension that made the room feel smaller. Akira noticed the way her words stayed between them, filled with something unspoken yet.

"Is that how I make you feel?" he asked quietly, meeting her gaze.

Aoi's cheeks turned a soft pink, but she didn't look away. It took her a few seconds before she brought herself to answer honestly. "Sometimes. When you're not looking, when I watch you talk to others, when I see how you've changed..." She trailed off, biting her lip. "It makes me wonder what it would be like to break all the rules. To stop being the perfect, obedient daughter. To just... let go."

"Aoi…"

"I know, I know. It's just fantasy. Like the books I read, right? Safe to imagine, dangerous to pursue."

She stood up quickly, brushing crumbs off her jeans. "We should get back to work. We have a lot of ground to cover."

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: CHOICE AVAILABLE]

[AOI SAITO ROUTE: OPPORTUNITY DETECTED]

[A: THE SAFE CHOICE - Step back and maintain professional distance. "Sure, let's get back to work." Reward: +20 PP, Aoi Affinity +5, maintains current relationship boundaries.]

[B: THE FLIRTY CHOICE - Stay close, let the moment linger. "You have paint on your cheek." Gently wipe it away. Reward: +50 PP, Aoi Affinity +10, signals romantic interest without crossing lines.]

[C: THE DANGEROUS CHOICE - Close the distance completely. "You said you wanted to know what it's like to break the rules. Want to start with something small?" Kiss her. Reward: +150 PP, Aoi Affinity +20, Aoi Route Escalation, Risk: HIGH - may overwhelm her, could trigger guilt/regret.]

Akira didn't think too much about it. He chose C.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: CHOICE C SELECTED - THE DANGEROUS CHOICE]

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. The contact sent a jolt through her, reminding her of that day in the library. Slowly, she turned to look at him.

"You said you wanted to know what it's like to break the rules," Akira said, stepping into her personal space until she was pressed slightly against the art table. "Want to start with something small?"

Before she could even gasp, he claimed her lips.

The kiss started soft, his lips touching hers gently to see how she'd react. It wasn't the kiss of a classmate or housemate; it was the kiss of an owner.

Aoi's mind shrieked about the unlocked door, about the SPIU agents who might be patrolling the halls, and about her reputation, but then it all went silent as she melted.

Her hands, which should have been pushing him away, climbed up his chest to bunch the fabric of his shirt.

Akira pulled back just a fraction, his lips brushing hers.

He remembered her Lust Scan results from that time in the library: the thrill of the forbidden and a desire for losing control. She specifically fantasises about having someone take charge and make her do things she would never normally admit to, such as being teased until she breaks.

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

He had been waiting for the system prompt all day, knowing a choice would be presented. Why act so soon when you know the same action would garner extra reward?

And now that the choice had presented itself, teasing her till she broke was exactly what he would be doing.

"The door isn't locked, Aoi," he whispered. "Anyone could walk in and see you, the 'Perfect Class Rep' being defiled in the art room. Does that scare you?"

Aoi's breath hitched, her eyes glazing over with that familiar, "dangerous" fascination. "I... I should stop you..."

"But you won't," Akira murmured, his hand sliding down to the small of her back, pulling her hips flush against his. He could feel the heat radiating from her, her body already responding like it had that day: soft, eager, betraying her "good girl" facade. "Because a part of you wants them to see. You want everyone to know you're not the perfect class rep they think you are. You're the girl who gets wet from the risk, aren't you?"

Aoi let out a broken, shaky moan, her head falling back against the art table. Her ponytail loosened slightly, strands of blonde hair sticking to her flushed neck. "Please... just... don't stop..."

He kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue slipping past her parted lips to claim her mouth. She tasted like the sweet fruit from lunch, mixed with the salty hint of her nervousness.

Aoi whimpered into the kiss, her hands fisting his shirt tighter, pulling him closer as if afraid he'd pull away. Akira's free hand roamed up her side, thumb brushing the underside of her breast through the fabric, feeling the soft swell and the rapid beat of her heart.

Pulling back just enough to speak, his lips grazed her ear. "Remember the library? How you spread your legs under the table, letting me finger your soaked pussy while people walked by? You loved it, didn't you? The shame of it all."

Aoi nodded frantically, her thighs pressing together instinctively, seeking friction. "Yes... it… I couldn't stop thinking about it. About you taking charge like that."

Akira's voice turned firm as he subtly activated Aura of Dominance. "Good. I want you to feel that rush again, but deeper. Unbutton your shirt. Slowly. Show me how much you want this."

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