"You ordinary Asakura-kun, as a member of the Servant Club, I will strictly follow Mr. Hiratsuka's requirements to reform you. Please be prepared to become a pest that is not beneficial to society."
Yukinoshita Yukino began to speak sarcastically, her expression unwavering.
"Ah, the new transfer student with a chest as barren as a concrete floor, Yukinoshita-san, didn't your friends tell you that it's best not to provoke a male with a physical advantage in a room full of men and women?"
Asakura was certainly no masochist. Facing any undisguised malice, he always believed in the principle of striking first.
He slowly walked towards Yukinoshita, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt with his slender fingers. His expression was no longer calm but instead held a comfortable and frivolous air, encroaching on Yukinoshita's personal space.
Yukinoshita glared at Asakura with a fierce look on her face but a hesitant heart, and slowly retreated to the corner of the service club, adopting a defensive posture.
"Ah, Asakura so easily dominated by your base instincts, can't help but attack a beautiful girl like me?"
Asakura raised his eyebrows, looked at the rebellious and cold girl in front of him, and felt a strong urge to teach her a little lesson.
He stretched out his hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes, but stopped just before it touched her skin.
It wasn't because Asakura had a sudden change of heart, but because he remembered the unfortunate fate of the women who had been touched by the Friend of the Sea.
Although Mr. Asakura wasn't exactly a saint, he wouldn't resort to social suicide tactics on a stubborn girl he had just met.
Yukinoshita watched the slender fingers halt inches from her chin, and her heart beat rapidly against her ribs. What would he do? Her mood was a confusing mix of fear, regret, and a strange sense of anticipation.
A handsome face, clear white skin, long black hair cascading below her shoulders, and features so delicate they were almost unfair.
Although her chest was as flat as a concrete floor, she possessed a perfectly slender waist and graceful body curves.
Bright, large eyes, thin cherry-colored lips—anyone who saw her would remark on her long black hair and goddess-like appearance, but lament her sharp tongue.
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"Although Yukinoshita-san is undeniably cute, the impoverished Kanto Plain really doesn't pique my interest."
"Just consider today's interaction an impactful social studies lesson for Yukinoshita-san. No need to thank me."
Asakura lowered his hand and leaned his head gently towards Yukino's ear, his warm breath ghosting over her earlobe.
The girl flushed crimson, her entire neck turning red up to her ears, her chest heaving rapidly.
There was the combined shame and anger of being insulted and the frustration of not living up to her own expectations, ultimately masking her underlying panic.
After all, Yukinoshita had never been so close to a boy before.
"Asakura Ryo! Stop right there!"
Asakura pretended not to hear, turned around, waved his hand, and tried to leave the activity room.
Seeing that the boy was ignoring her, Yukinoshita hurriedly caught up and grabbed the Friend of the Sea.
I really didn't want this to happen! Yukinoshita, I already let you go, this is all your own fault.
"Asakura Ryo, stop right there! Ugh~"
The moment of contact, Yukinoshita groaned and went limp, like a puddle of mud, about to collapse to the ground.
Asakura sighed helplessly, turned around, and caught her slender and delicate body in a princess carry.
Although Yukinoshita was exceptionally talented in all areas, unfortunately, she had poor stamina, which led to her being completely overwhelmed by the tsunami waves.
Suddenly, raindrops began to fall outside the window, and thunder rumbled, exploding in the clear sky.
A violent storm erupted, and the girl, startled by the thunder, began to sway uncontrollably.
Maybe the window wasn't closed tightly. After a while, the floor beneath Asakura was covered in moisture, like a scene from a water curtain cave!
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"Yukinoshita-san, no matter how grateful you are to Mr. Asakura for his guidance, you can't just throw yourself into his arms."
Asakura put on a harmless smile and tried to lighten the mood with a joke.
"Asakura Scumbag perverted, Mr. what did you do to me?"
"It wasn't me who wanted Yukinoshita-san to end up like this. It was you who insisted on holding my hand."
"Huh?! Hentai Asakura-kun, are you saying this is all my fault?"
Asakura nodded with a clear conscience, and the girl was so angry that she shouted about sending Asakura to the detention center to clean up his act and start a new life.
Asakura never remained indifferent in the face of threats. He took the initiative and "killed" Yukinoshita with his own "men."
The king's right hand, activate!
A black carp shot out from the drainage ditch on the playground, which had long been overflowing with torrents. It landed on the wet ground, twitching all over and rolling its eyes, as if all the breath had been sucked out of it.
The weather outside the window is like your ever-changing expression.
It's raining, and the rain is crying with you.
I can't see clearly, and I don't want to see clearly.
Leaving you, I withdraw quietly.
I couldn't bear to see the plot revealed, and tears flowed in my heart.
Learn to give up and listen to the clear sound of raindrops.
Your breath seeps into my arms like raindrops.
I really hope the rain will keep falling, so that the longing can continue and the love can become transparent.
I really hope the rain will keep falling, and the secret of rain love will continue forever.
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The clenched fist loosens and tightens again, tightens and loosens again.
"Hentai... Asakura-kun, ah~ put me down quickly."
Intermittent cries for mercy came from Yukinoshita. After this incident, Yukinoshita quickly learned the meaning of assessing a situation.
"Yukinoshita-san, that was the second lesson Mr. Asakura has taught you. Don't easily provoke an opponent whose background you don't know unless you are absolutely certain."
Asakura adopted a 'You should learn from this, Yukinoshita' attitude and gently set Yukino down.
Due to her poor stamina, dear Yukino-san completely lost her strength.
As soon as her toes touched the ground, she couldn't support herself and was about to fall again. In a panic, Yukinoshita leaned on Asakura once more to prevent herself from getting hurt.
Mr. Asakura, you are so reliable!
"This wasn't my initiative, Yukinoshita-san."
Although Asakura feigned disgust, he still stretched out his arms to support the girl.
Yukinoshita bit her lip and gave the boy a look that was both shy and annoyed.
Although it wasn't exactly a romantic encounter, the atmosphere eased at that moment thanks to the unexpected camaraderie between Asakura and Yukinoshita.
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The rain was getting heavier, and the water downstairs had already spread to the stairs. Looking at Yukinoshita, who was still regaining her strength, Asakura thought for a moment and said.
"I'm afraid this rain won't stop anytime soon, Yukinoshita-san. Let me take you home."
"Huh!? Hentai Asakura-kun, don't you think..."
Before Yukino could finish her sentence, Asakura stared at her with a knowing half-smile, which startled her into silence. She had suffered so many setbacks at the hands of this young man today that she was left with a "trauma."
Yukinoshita, who prided herself on truth and righteousness, knew that she genuinely needed Asakura's help at this moment. She pretended to be indifferent, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her mixed emotions: a touch of joy, relief, and shyness.
"...Then please, hentai Asakura-kun."
Asakura looked at the pretentious and cool girl, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
No matter how cold and sharp her words, it was merely a protective shell. The girl's heart was always soft.
With his broad back turned towards Yukinoshita, Asakura squatted down, motioning for her to get on.
Yukino bit her pink lips lightly and hesitated for a moment, then pressed herself against his sturdy back without reservation. She had already given up on maintaining her composure, as today had been thoroughly embarrassing.
"Hold on tight, Yukinoshita-san."
Asakura gently lifted Yukino, and the girl carefully wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck. Together, they slowly walked into the rain and fog beneath the shelter of an umbrella.
The wind and rain felt like silk, and the sky was shrouded in a mysterious veil.
The trees on both sides of the road swayed gently, and the two of them seemed to have journeyed to the ends of the earth in the rain.
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In Yukinoshita Yukino's rented apartment, the two figures, soaked by the heavy rain, stepped inside.
"Yukinoshita-san, go to the bathroom and take a shower. Don't catch a cold."
After putting Yukino down, Asakura rubbed his arm, which was feeling a little sore.
"Hentai Asakura-kun, just wipe yourself with this towel first. I'll be out and rinse it for you as soon as I'm done."
Having calmed down, Yukinoshita quickly retrieved spare clothes and towels, preparing for Asakura, then went into the bathroom to wash and clean up.
Asakura casually wiped his hair and looked around the high-end apartment while waiting.
She is indeed a wealthy lady. The monthly rent for such a luxurious independent apartment must be exorbitant.
Before he could dwell on it for long, Yukino walked out of the bathroom, looking like a lotus emerging from water, steam still rising from her damp hair.
Perhaps because she was worried that Asakura would catch a cold, the girl subconsciously hurried.
"Hentai Asakura-kun, go take a bath first. I'll go downstairs and buy you some disposable clothes to change into."
The neat and tidy arrangement left Asakura speechless, and he obediently accepted the kindness of the cold girl.
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At the convenience store downstairs from the apartment building, Yukinoshita was selecting disposable men's clothing, her gaze lingering on the inner wear for a long time.
After blushing and her heart pounding, she grabbed the large-sized shorts and went to the checkout counter to pay.
Back in the apartment, Yukino placed the clothes at the bathroom door.
"Hentai Asakura-kun, I left a change of clothes at the door."
"Thank you, Yukinoshita-san."
After putting on the pants, Asakura walked into the living room shirtless as usual, with a towel draped around his neck to dry his hair.
"Heh, hentai Asakura-kun can't wait to sexually harass me?"
"Sorry, I'm used to it at home."
Asakura was too lazy to argue with the girl. He quickly put on his clothes, sat cross-legged on the tatami, and stared at the heavy rain outside the window.
Yukino looked at the silent man before her, her mind replaying the events of the day.
The waves had been rough, the currents turbulent, and the "bastards" had taken full advantage.
Walking in the rain, even a rogue had a bottom line and would inadvertently touch the tenderness within one's heart.
Yukinoshita considered the complex emotions swirling within her and hesitated for a moment.
"It's raining so hard today. I'll be merciful and take in hentai Asakura-kun for one night."
"I will lock the door at night."
Asakura looked at the girl with a sharp tongue but a soft heart and offered a handsome, genuine smile.
"Oh, thank you, Yukinoshita-san."
The girl looked away, a blush rising on her cheeks. What is this unsettlingly attractive face?
After washing, Asakura had taken off the plain glasses that obscured his looks. His slightly damp hair fell loosely, revealing sharp, sword-like eyebrows and deep-set eyes.
Beauty makes people foolish, and desire can lead to ruin.
Even the cold and elegant Yukinoshita Yukino found herself severely tested by Asakura's unexpected attractiveness.
What? A mere hentai Asakura-kun actually looks this handsome, the girl muttered silently to herself.
The two of them sat in the living room, quietly sipping barley tea, enjoying the peaceful ambiance of listening to the rain while the tea steeped.
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As the night deepened, Yukinoshita, having helped to lay out the futon on the floor, yawned gracefully. She was completely drained after the day's events.
"Go to bed early, Yukinoshita-san. Have a good sleep."
Yukino nodded in agreement, hesitating before closing the door and glancing back.
"Good night, Asakura-kun."
"Good night."
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Lying on the futon, Yukinoshita listened to the rhythmic drumming of the rain, her thoughts drifting to the peculiar Asakura, wondering what truly lay beneath his surface.
When curiosity about someone takes root, it's often the first sign of budding affection. Girl, are you ready to lose yourself in these feelings?
What defines a dream, and what constitutes reality?
Dreams often mirror reality, and in turn, reality shapes our dreams.
In a distant, dreamlike world, Mrs. Yukinoshita shed her usual cold demeanor, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she softly hummed while preparing breakfast.
The pink apron accentuated her graceful figure, only enhancing her youthful charm.
After setting out the steaming hot breakfast, Yukino gently opened the door and whispered to Asakura.
"Anata, wake up. Breakfast is ready."
Asakura opened his sleepy eyes, instinctively pulling Yukino into his arms, and murmured.
"You are my breakfast today."
The cheerful chirping of birds outside the window signaled the approaching spring.
If the two sides of an object are even, it will bleed without breaking the skin. If the teeth have not grown, it must eat hard food. When standing, the flowers close by themselves, and when squatting, the flowers are in full bloom, the grass outside is bleak, and the fog is hazy inside, it is difficult to raise fish in water, and birds can live without forests, it is just a small piece of land, but how many people are confused.
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In a quiet summer night's daydream, they unexpectedly encountered each other's hidden depths. The girl's eyes were unfocused, the line between reality and dreams blurring.
Yet, this did not diminish the rosy glow on her radiant face, and the futon beneath her was subtly damp from the lingering emotions of the night.
It's not that the author doesn't want to write more, it's just that depicting true beauty cannot withstand censorship of explicit content, and exploring complex emotions risks violating content regulations.
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Asakura woke up early, quietly rummaged through the refrigerator in Yukinoshita's apartment, and began preparing breakfast.
The simple meal of sausage, poached egg, and milk filled the air with an enticing aroma, drawing Yukinoshita, who had already woken up and packed her things, out of the living room.
"Oh, Yukinoshita-san, you're awake? I've already prepared breakfast. Go wash up and come over to eat."
Yukino looked at the man before her in a slight daze. The pink apron lent him an unexpected domestic charm, and the scene felt like a gentle merging of reality and dreams.
Or maybe such a life wouldn't be so bad after all, the girl mused as she ate breakfast, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
Meanwhile, Asakura was focusing on the superpower he would gain today, silently performing his daily sign-in in his mind.
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Currently available information:
The superpower of flooding will subtly draw the person being touched closer to you. As the number of touches increases, the effect will become more pronounced, significantly improving Asakura's favorability. In other words, lust can indeed make people lose their minds (funny).