Without answering, Hikaru slid a hand under the table, his fingers brushing the inside of her thigh, just above the hem of her pleated skirt. Kushida flinched, her eyes widening, her body stiffening. "What the hell are you doing, you bastard?" she muttered through clenched teeth, casting a nervous glance around. The room was nearly empty, but the risk of being seen made her tremble.
"Shh," Hikaru whispered, a smile spreading across his face, both mocking and dangerous. "Relax, Kushida-san."
Ignoring her outrage, Hikaru slid his fingers higher, brushing the elastic of her panties under the skirt. Kushida clenched her thighs, trying to stop him, but her body betrayed her, a damp heat already spreading. "Stop," she hissed, her teeth grinding, her eyes flashing with anger. But her voice trembled, and Hikaru noticed, his smile widening.
"You say that, but you're already wet," he murmured, his fingers slipping under the fabric, finding her warm, slick core. He slid one finger inside, slowly, then a second, exploring with calculated precision. Kushida stifled a moan, *nnh!*, biting her lower lip so hard she feared it might bleed. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, her nails digging into the tablecloth, her body trembling under the onslaught of sensations.
Hikaru intensified his movements, his fingers thrusting deeper, rubbing against her inner walls with deliberate slowness. "Trying not to scream, huh?" he whispered, his tone mocking but low, so as not to draw attention. "You're strong, Kushida-san. But I know who you really are."
She panted, *ha… ha…*, her thighs trembling despite herself, her body reacting to every touch. Her breasts rose rapidly under her blouse, their curves visible through the tight fabric. She clenched her teeth, struggling to maintain control, but the pressure built, a wave of pleasure she couldn't ignore. "Go… go fuck yourself," she growled, but her voice was weak, broken by a moan she couldn't hold back.
Hikaru added a third finger, increasing the intensity, his movements faster, harder. Kushida arched slightly, *ahh!*, her hips rising despite herself, her body surrendering to the sensation. The tablecloth concealed everything, but the risk of being seen—a server passing a few feet away, a customer in the distance—made the scene even more intense. Her cheeks were scarlet, her eyes glazed, and she fought not to cry out.
Suddenly, he stopped, withdrawing his fingers slowly, leaving Kushida gasping, her body vibrating with frustration and desire. She glared at him, breathless, her legs trembling, a trickle of liquid running down her thighs under her skirt. "I know all about you, Kushida," he said, his smile returning, both confident and enigmatic. "But I'll still keep my promise."
Kushida, cheeks flushed, legs clenched, panted, her gaze oscillating between anger and strange resignation. "You're… you're a monster," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction, her body still shaking from what he'd just done to her.
Hikaru merely smiled, picking up his fork as if nothing had happened. "Finish your soba, Kushida-san. We need to keep our strength up."
After about an hour, they finished the meal, Kushida and Hashima Hikaru got up and walked out of the family restaurant. Both were known to keep their masks on and in the end. It was as if the scene had never happened.
The boy looked at the system's "Stock Interface", although he proposed the study group plan to make friends, the stock price of "Kushida" didn't change at all, which could only mean that painting a pie in the sky was ineffective for Kushida.
But it didn't matter, Hashima Hikaru planned to send a message to Horikita Suzune tonight, asking her to accept Kushida's invitation to participate in the study group, after all, he still had Horikita's contact information, this move would definitely be able to control the cold black-haired girl.
This was the boy's newly thought of handling method for the two different stocks of Horikita Suzune and Kushida, a two-pronged approach to manipulate.
As for whether it would be effective, it would depend on the subsequent development.
After Hashima Hikaru finished dinner with Kushida, he planned to separate, after all, he knew that Ichinose Honami would also meet with Sakayanagi here today, after finishing his own business, it would be better to leave quickly.
"Then let's call it a day, I'll go back to the dormitory first, what about Kushida-san?" Hashima Hikaru asked about the other party's opinion.
"I still need to accompany a friend to buy something, I won't go with Hashima -kun."
Kushida looked at her phone, the person contacting her was always very many, she was indeed a socialite across several classes.
"Okay, then see you later."
Just as Hashima Hikaru was about to separate from Kushida, a familiar figure appeared in front of him, and the next second, a cheerful greeting entered the boy's ears.
"Little Honami, good afternoon!"
"..."
Hashima Hikaru 's face was embarrassed as he raised his head, the person appearing in front of him was of course Ichinose Honami.
No, you should be in another coffee shop, right?
"Hashima -kun?"
The girl's pretty face no longer had the usual gentle expression, Ichinose stared at Hashima Hikaru in front of her expressionlessly, and began to examine the boy's dress.
He was wearing a neat casual outfit, it seemed that he had also fixed his hair, and the Kushida standing next to him was also wearing private clothes, dressed extremely cute.
What were these two people doing?
Could it be... a date!?