And so, their "study session" began…
Glasses-wearing Hisako was adorable. Her serious personality meant she wouldn't complain even if he sat too close, so he took full advantage, peppering her with questions while gradually closing the distance between them.
Her soft shoulders, the sweet feminine scent tickling his nose, her delicate yet firm voice—every part of her was premium-grade. She was like A5 Wagyu beef, a cut above the rest.
'A woman this refined~! It'd be rude not to devour her.'
After enduring three hours of this charade, it was finally time to act.
Time to make Arato Hisako his.
"Whew, I'm beat. It's already 1 PM? You've got insane focus, Hisako. I got carried away too~!!"
"Y-You were the one with intense concentration, Shogo."
"You think? Thanks. Speaking of, you hungry?"
"I'm fine for now."
"Yeah, me too. …Oh, we're out of tea. I'll make more."
"Ah, my apologies."
By now, Hisako's guard was completely down. She'd been so engrossed in teaching that she'd forgotten she was alone in a man's room.
As she diligently summarized notes, Shogo handed her a cup of specially prepared green tea.
"Here. Different blend than before. Hope you like it."
"Green tea? The color looks excellent. …Thank you."
With graceful elegance, Hisako lifted the glass to her lips and drank deeply—without a hint of suspicion, she drained it completely.
"Delicious...! This tea is incredible!"
"Yeah, right?" Shogo checked his watch.
'It would take about ten minutes for the effects to kick in~!'
"Let's take a break. Even with the cushion, your butt must be sore by now."
"D-Don't say something so crude! …Well, just a little, then."
Despite her irritation, Hisako answered honestly. She was truly starting to let her guard down. Like prey lowering its defenses right in front of a predator. Shogo couldn't suppress the slight smirk curling at the corners of his lips.
"If you want, you can sit on the bed. It's softer."
"Wha—?! That's…"
"Relax. No one's watching but me. Or do you have a problem accepting kindness from the guy who just beat you in a Shokugeki?"
"…Fine. I'll take you up on your offer."
Hisako sat on the bed as if she were doing something illicit.
Shogo almost pumped his fist in victory. Things were going too smoothly—he wanted to laugh.
"We've been at this nonstop. Let's rest for a bit. You don't have a curfew or anything, right?"
"I don't. Supporting Erina-sama often means pulling all-nighters. My family knows I sometimes don't come home at all."
'How convenient~!'
Her family trusted her, but that only made things easier for him. No distractions, no worries. Just pure, unfiltered opportunity.
The fact that she could casually say something like that in a guy's room only confirmed his suspicions—she had zero experience with men.
Good thing he challenged her to that Shokugeki.
"…I see. Then we can take our time studying."
"Heh, you're really dedicated. Though we still have until tomorrow, so there's no need to push yourself."
Still oblivious, Hisako took off her blazer.
"What's wrong? Too hot?"
"…N-No, it's just… Sorry."
"No need to apologize. Actually, my bad. The AC in here's broken. Here, let me hang that up for you."
A blatant lie—but Hisako bought it instantly.
Now, sitting on the bed in her sweat-dampened dress shirt, she was a vision straight out of a fantasy. The sight alone sent blood rushing south.
"…Haaah. …Why does it suddenly feel so hot?"
"Maybe you're tired. Here, drink some water."
"Yeah… Thanks."
Her eyes grew hazy, her movements sluggish.
Shogo poured her another glass—the final move.
"…It's cold… and good…"
"Want more?"
"Mm… I'll take… you up on… that…—"
Before she could finish, Hisako slumped onto the bed.
Not heatstroke. Not dehydration.
This reaction was 100% drug-induced.
"Hisako? What's wrong? Feeling sleepy?"
"Nn… My body… won't… move right…"
She tried pushing herself up, but her arms trembled uselessly. Shogo set the glass aside, slid one arm behind her knees, the other under her neck, and lifted her in a princess carry.
"W-Wha… What are you…?"
"Pfft—your voice got all weak. Don't worry, you're not sick. Just a little… paralyzed."
He laid her in the center of the bed, then began undoing the buttons of her dress shirt, one by one. Beneath the stiff fabric was a thin undershirt. He unzipped her skirt just enough to slide it down slightly.
"S-Stop…! What are you… doing?!"
"Struggling's pointless. You can't move, right? —Say cheese."
"…Hhk?!"
A camera shutter clicked.
His phone now displayed Hisako in an utterly defenseless state. A far cry from her usual prim-and-proper self.
"…Y-You bastard…! D-Delete that…!"
She weakly reached for the phone—adorable, really. He squeezed her wrist, pinned her down, and leaned in.
Her lips parted in protest—so he sealed them with his own, forcing his tongue inside.
"Mmph—! Nn… chuu… Hahh…"
He made sure to be loud, to amplify her humiliation.
Saliva dripped messily from the corners of her mouth.
There was something exhilarating about defiling a proper young lady like this.
"Nhaa… Nn… W-Wait…"
He pulled back just before she ran out of air. A lewd string of spit connected their lips.
Hisako's face was flushed, her expression dazed. The drug was fully kicking in now.
Sweat soaked through her undershirt, making it cling to her skin—revealing the faint outline of a pale pink bra.
'Fitting for a girl like her~!'
"W-What… did you… Do to me…?"
"Shhh. Let's get this shirt off too. You're overheating."
"D-Don't…! Ah… Nnn…!"
The water had contained a paralytic. But the tea before that contained a powerful aphrodisiac.
Her body was burning up despite the room's cool temperature—proof that it was working. Every brush of his fingers against her skin drew out helpless moans.
The Santo family had connections in every field. High-grade drugs like these were child's play.
And Totsuki's laughable security made smuggling them in a breeze.
"…Preparations are complete."
All buttons undone, her white skin and bra fully exposed.
He unhooked the clasp with practiced ease, sliding it off gently to avoid leaving marks.
Then, just to be safe, he tied her wrists above her head with his necktie, securing them to the bedframe.
Now, completely helpless.
Her breasts—small, delicate, perfectly shaped—were now on full display.
Her nipples, a vivid pink, stood stiffly at attention.
A pure, untouched girl who knew nothing of a man's desires.
"—You're beautiful, Hisako."
"Hahh… Hahh… Y-You… Why… would you…?!"
Tears welled in her eyes—betrayed by someone she'd started to trust.
But guilt?
None.
If anything, it only made him harder.
"Scream all you want. This room's soundproof. Not that you can scream right now, anyway~!"
No loose ends.
No escape.
"Well then… We've got all the time in the world."
Time to savor every last bite.
With a dark grin, Shogo reached for her trembling body, finally free to indulge in his deepest, most forbidden cravings.