COTE: Bound By Desire

On the way back to the dorm, Horikita and Kiyotaka walked side-by-side.

"Is there something you're hesitant to tell me?"

Kiyotaka glanced at Horikita's expression and knew something was on her mind, so he cut straight to the chase.

"During today's swimming class, Hirata organized a study group for the next monthly exam, but the three students with the lowest grades didn't attend."

"So, you want to hold a special study group just for those three?" Kiyotaka pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache forming. "That's not like you, is it?"

"Do you think my personality would let me be 'under' you?"

"..."

Can't argue, something bad will happen.

Watching Kiyotaka squirm, Horikita chuckled softly and then said, "My goal is Class A. Only by graduating from Class A can I make my brother look at me with respect. Our current scores are far from that, so we have to work hard to improve."

Kiyotaka calmly glanced at her. Sure enough, the student council president is Suzune's brother.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

"As long as you successfully bring those three to the study group, I'll do whatever you want. How about it?"

Kiyotaka raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that already the case?"

Horikita regained her usual cold, condescending demeanor. "Just tell me, are you going to do it or not?"

"Alright, alright, I'll give it my best shot."

"No."

"Sorry, no can do."

"You little punk, what kind of nonsense are you spouting!"

Kiyotaka lay powerlessly on his bed, letting out a long sigh. "Ah, it's really troublesome. Especially that red-haired Sudou, he's so violent, something's bound to happen sooner or later."

Kiyotaka took out his terminal and opened his contacts. "Looks like I'll have to find one of their friends to invite them."

He scrolled through his contacts, only to find Horikita's name listed. Kiyotaka felt another headache coming on.

Suddenly, he noticed the dorm's internal phone.

"Beep... buzzing... Hello, who is this?"

"Uh, can you hear me, Kushida-san?"

"Hmm? Ayanokoji-kun? Oh, sorry, can you hear me now? I just finished showering and was blow-drying my hair. Is there something you need?"

Kiyotaka shook his head, listening to the unusually cheerful voice on the phone. "Yeah, there's something I wanted to discuss with you."

"Oh? Ayanokoji-kun wants to discuss something with me? Well, then, just come to my dorm room. Beep..."

Looking at the disconnected call, Kiyotaka's brow furrowed slightly. What a woman, she's really asking for it.

Ten minutes later, Kiyotaka knocked on the door.

The door opened, and Kushida, wrapped in a bathrobe, opened it herself. "Come in, Ayanokoji-kun."

Kiyotaka frowned at her. "Maybe you should change into some clothes before I come in."

At his words, Kushida's expression instantly darkened, and her voice lost its previous sweetness. "Are you scared, Ayanokoji-kun?"

Kiyotaka no longer hesitated, immediately walked in, and locked the door behind him. Hearing the lock click, Kushida didn't seem to care, just chuckled lightly, returning to her charming, spring-like demeanor.

"Ayanokoji-kun, what did you want to discuss with me?"

"I'm giving you a chance to become friends with Horikita. She's holding a study group; just bring Sudou and the other two poor students along."

Upon hearing this, Kushida pressed herself against Kiyotaka, seductively saying, "It seems Ayanokoji-kun and Horikita-san have quite a close relationship, don't they?"

"You want to know?" Kiyotaka asked calmly.

Kushida nodded excitedly, her small hand drawing circles on Kiyotaka's chest. "I'm quite interested in you too."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're really asking for it?"

Kushida froze. As Kushida hesitated, Kiyotaka directly picked her up and threw her onto the bed.

"What are you doing! Let me go!" Kushida gritted her silver teeth, struggling as she spoke.

"You wanted to know what my relationship with Horikita is, right? I'll tell you now."

Kiyotaka violently tore at her without mercy. Her proud, full curves, fluctuating with her struggles, her flat stomach, and long, pure white legs were completely exposed.

Kiyotaka merely gave them a cold glance, then forcefully entered.

This sudden attack made Kushida cry out in pain. She never imagined she would lose it under such circumstances. She bit down on her gums, her eyes fixed on him with a look that could eat him alive, her mouth tightly covered, unwilling to make a sound.

Kiyotaka apparently didn't care about Kushida's stubbornness; he simply continued his brutal assault.

In less than five minutes, Kushida gradually lost herself in it, going from resisting to no longer struggling, and then to accommodating. When she accommodated, Kushida became even more frantic. Her screams of pleasure vented without restraint, her long, sharp nails digging fiercely into Kiyotaka's back.

But Kiyotaka acted as if he heard nothing, showing no signs of stopping.

Although Kushida tried her best to endure.

Unfortunately, Kiyotaka still had the upper hand. Kushida felt like her mind was losing its ability to judge; wave after wave of pleasure rushed to her brain, causing her to involuntarily convulse and tremble. Combined with the pain, she couldn't help but beg for mercy.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I can't take it anymore, please... please let me go."

Kiyotaka ignored Kushida, his body showing no signs of stopping. He watched as Kushida passed out from the climax, only to be awakened again by another surge.

This continued for two hours...

"Ugh! S-sorry, I can't..."

Kiyotaka just sat beside the unconscious Kushida, waiting for her to wake up.

Half an hour later, Kushida groggily woke up. When she saw Kiyotaka sitting beside her, her beautiful eyes glared fiercely at him.

"What? Haven't you learned your lesson yet?"

"You shameless person, just wait for expulsion!"

Kiyotaka shrugged and said, "Whatever, at most we'll just both get expelled."

As he spoke, Kiyotaka stood up and looked at Kushida's delicate body. "It seems you haven't learned your lesson yet."

Another round of intimacy followed, and Kiyotaka didn't let her go until Kushida didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

By this point, Kushida didn't dare to get angry anymore, just glared at him and spat, "Pervert!"

Kiyotaka's expression was calm, and he said indifferently, "Thanks for the compliment. Now, can you help me with this favor?"

Kushida didn't want to look at him anymore; she turned her head away, lying immodestly on the bed. It wasn't that she wanted to be like this, but she had no strength left.

"I'll bring them tomorrow."

Kiyotaka nodded, got dressed, and left.

Kushida waited for a while, making sure Kiyotaka had truly left, then painstakingly propped herself up and hobbled to the bathroom.

"Hiss, that bastard, he didn't hold back at all. Three hours and he's still not tired. It hurts so much."

Looking at her swollen body, Kushida said resentfully.