Chapter 114 - The Perverted President's Protection Fee

The raised arm was tightly held by a pair of pincers, unable to move. Taimura was startled and turned to see Ito Yoshito in a student uniform, his expression darkening again.

"Let go! As a student, are you trying to challenge a teacher's authority?!"

"Alright, alright, Taimura-sensei, things will escalate if this continues."

At this moment, a young, handsome male teacher appeared to stop the conflict from escalating further. "This student, please let go of Taimura-sensei."

"Tsukino-sensei, it's because you act like a friend to the students that they become more and more unruly." After Yoshito released his grip, Taimura jealously glared at the suddenly appearing Tsukino, angrily turning to leave, muttering sarcastically.

"Hey!" Tsukino watched helplessly as Taimura walked away and then turned to Chizuru Shiina and the others. "Class is about to start; everyone head back to the classroom."

"Thank you, Tsukino-sensei. We'll head out first. Chizuru, let's go together." Upon hearing this, Chizuru Shiina took a few steps forward, bowed to Tsukino in thanks, and then hurried to catch up with Ito Yoshito.

...

"Yoshito-kun... thank you."

"Chizuru, we're friends, right? Helping each other is what friends do."

"Friends..."

Chizuru softly murmured as she placed her small hand over her full chest, and even through the thick fatty layers, she could feel her heart pounding. For the first time, Chizuru felt the reality of friendship.

"Yes, we are friends!"

"But, Chizuru." After a pause, Yoshito organized his words, "You were a bit too impulsive just now."

"...I'm sorry." Chizuru bowed her head in embarrassment, her eyelashes heavy. "Yoshito-kun, I... was wrong, so...."

'Please forgive me, we're just friends, right?' Her lips hesitated to part several times, but Chizuru ultimately couldn't speak out.

Seeing Chizuru's sudden mood drop, Yoshito realized she had misunderstood. He reached out his large hand and gently ruffled her hair, reassuring her: "Chizuru, I don't mean it like that. I just meant that while it's good to remind others not to make mistakes, being too forceful might annoy people, or even provoke them to retaliate against you."

"..."

"So if something happens, come to me; I will protect you."

Chizuru was startled, raising her head to look at him incredulously. "But, I might trouble you."

"It's alright, we're friends."

"But my personality..."

"Chizuru is Chizuru because she is a righteous person, and I like that about you."

"Whoosh (〃∀〃)"

Like a galloping racehorse, a sudden rush made Chizuru's face turn bright red.

"Like, like!" Her voice stumbled out, trembling along with her body, while her eyes spun like a wobbly incense.

"Yes, I really like Chizuru's righteousness."

"Is, is that so..."

Gazing at Ichito Yoshito's sun-like, dazzling smile, Chizuru fell into a slight daze.

'Only Yoshito-kun cares about me.'

...

...

The afternoon breeze rustled the plane trees outside the window, causing the drifting leaves to dance as they fell.

The gentle sunlight filtered through layers of tree branches, casting a dappled and warm glow in the classroom.

The sunlight was lazy, and so were the students. With only a few minutes left before class, Yoshito, feeling drowsy, stifled a yawn.

Glancing at the elderly teacher, who looked rather worn-out at the podium, he slightly lowered his gaze and quietly played with his phone.

Unlocking it revealed a slew of unread messages.

One of them was from Mitarashi Keiko, who sent a picture. Ever since the last time she willingly sent him a photo under pressure, she seemed to have awakened some strange tendency and often sent odd pictures with quirky captions.

Without thinking, he clicked on the image. Yoshito couldn't help but shiver, looking around to see if anyone was watching him.

The picture was taken in a dim equipment room, presumably while Keiko was in gym class.

It was a frontal shot of Keiko, and with her wearing gym shorts, her voluptuous, pale legs were fully displayed.

She was sitting sideways on a mat, her long, beautiful legs crossed.

A beam of bright sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dim space, and the dust particles sparkled, falling onto Keiko's unexpectedly flushed cheeks.

Her dreamy eyes were filled with moisture, as if swirling in a whirlpool, staring intently at the phone camera.

She was lightly biting a small piece of fabric.

Sky blue, triangular.

'!!!'

It was the pair of panties that Yoshito had given her that day.

"Today I've been threatened by the great Yoshito again, forced to pay protection fees."

"Poor Keiko-chan can only obediently offer up her panties~"

At the top of the image, there was such a line.

Quickly saving the image, Yoshito typed a reply.

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Ito Yoshito: [Perverted President.] (Read)

Mitarashi Keiko (Perverted President): [Hmph~ Great Yoshito, I've already offered my protection fee, please don't bully me this afternoon during lunch 🤤] (Read)

Ito Yoshito: [Hentai, I didn't bring a bento today; I'll eat in the cafeteria.] (Read)

Mitarashi Keiko: [Hmph~ To prevent you from making a move on the girls in the cafeteria, I will definitely punish you at noon!] (Read)

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After closing the chat with Keiko, Yoshito browsed the daily posts from others on Line.

Clicking on Tsubaki Mira's profile, he saw her latest update.

Amid the bustling crowd, Mira stood at the train station entrance, her breathtaking beauty unforgettable.

She was pulling a suitcase, dressed in a simple white long dress that couldn't conceal her beautiful figure.

"Finally going home, I really want to see my darlings at home right now."

"Is Mira-nee back home today?" Yoshito commented below.

"I won't arrive until 5 PM tomorrow! Yoshito, you must come to pick me up then, Auntie really wants to see you."

"I miss you too, Mira-nee."

"Hehe, that makes me very happy."

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Chatting with Aunt Mira was so enjoyable that time slipped away unnoticed. 

"Ding ding ding—" 

As the class bell rang, the students shook off their drowsiness, eager to dive into their lunch break. 

"Next up, I should head to the cafeteria to find the perverted president." 

Putting his phone away, Ito Yoshito displayed an expectant look as he blended into the crowd and made his way outside the school building toward the cafeteria. 

...

At noon, the sun hung high in the blue sky, radiating warm light. 

Sunlight streamed through the school's glass windows, illuminating the spacious and bright hallway, filling the entire space with warmth and vitality. 

Students flowed through the corridor in pairs, chatting animatedly as Yoshito followed the crowd out of the teaching building and walked along the shaded path of trees to the cafeteria of Ousei Academy. 

This was Yoshito's first time visiting the cafeteria. The academy had ample funding, and its cafeteria was lavishly decorated—spacious and bright with soft booths similar to those in tea or coffee shops. 

At the ordering counter, the displayed dishes were relatively expensive, but their presentation lived up to the indicated price. 

Yoshito ordered a tonkotsu ramen and found a quieter corner to sit in. He sent a message to Mitarashi Keiko, eating his ramen while waiting for her arrival. 

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Ito Yoshito: [Southeast corner of the cafeteria.](Read)

Mitarashi Keiko: [Got it.](Read)

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Earlier, Keiko had messaged him saying she had to pick some things up from the student council and would be a little late. 

"President." 

"Keiko." 

"..." 

"Hello, everyone." 

Just as Yoshito was quietly enjoying his meal, a sudden commotion erupted in his little corner as Mitarashi Keiko arrived, carrying a bento box in one hand and a laptop bag in the other. 

Upon catching Yoshito's gaze, Keiko couldn't help but break into an excited smile that she quickly suppressed, instead flashing a soft smile to those around her. 

"Sorry, everyone, excuse me for a moment; I have some work matters to discuss." 

She raised the laptop bag and skillfully maneuvered through the crowd toward Yoshito. 

"Everyone, make way for President!" 

"Wow, the president is really diligent; she even has work to do during lunch." 

"..." 

"Tap~" 

With one hand propping up his chin, Yoshito tilted his head, grinning as he watched the lively Keiko stand by the table. 

The white shirt she wore had a bow tie at the collar, perfectly showcasing her figure. 

However... 

In contrast to her neat top, her short skirt appeared to have been hiked up slightly, exposing a large expanse of her fair thighs. 

"Whoosh—whoosh—" 

The cafeteria's cool breeze caressed her, causing her black skirt to sway like a swing, lifting slightly just before it was about to reveal a charming view, only to drop down again, half-hidden and alluring. 

Noticing Yoshito's heated gaze lingering on her thighs, Keiko's heart raced. She sensed what he was looking at and felt a shiver of excitement. Her eyes sparkled, and a flush crept up her cheeks. 

"Excuse, excuse me, I want to sit inside." 

"Oh~ Is that your way of asking for help?" 

Yoshito slightly raised an eyebrow, teasing her. 

"What, what do you want?" 

Keiko maintained the dignified tone of the student council president, but her voice held a hint of suppressed anticipation. Surrounded by curious glances from others, her blush deepened, and excitement sparkled in her eyes. 

"Who is that guy? So arrogant, making the president stand like this for so long!" 

"Why is President Mitarashi standing while talking to someone?" 

"..." 

As more and more eyes gathered on them, Yoshito decided not to prolong the situation, fearing the secret of his little toy would be discovered. 

"Call me Master!" 

"Master~" 

Without thinking, the excited words spilled from Keiko's lips, surprising even Yoshito with how smoothly she said it. 

"Hey, no, I—I didn't say that; I won't submit to the Dark King." 

Coming to her senses, Keiko realized she had given in too easily and quickly denied it. 

"Hahaha." 

As expected, Mitarashi Keiko was really playful! This Dark King game... is getting more and more interesting. 

With a grin, Yoshito didn't stand up but simply shifted his body to clear the narrow passage between the booth and the table. 

Keiko shot him an exasperated glance and said, "Lazy pig!" 

Tilting her body, she slowly maneuvered her legs into the booth, and suddenly, a warm sensation brushed against her sensitive thighs, startling her into a soft gasp. 

"Hmm~" 

A large, slightly rough hand caressed her delicate skin, feeling as smooth as running fingers over soft white jelly. 

Keiko's face flushed bright red, and her pace involuntarily slowed. Her slender brows knitted slightly, arching like she was enduring something, and without a mask, her rosy lips glistened with a hint of silver. 

The afternoon sunlight was lazy, dulling the senses, making Keiko feel as though she had walked an eternity in the brief passage of just two or three steps. By the time she settled into the booth, her long legs trembled slightly from fatigue, and her delicate skin felt sticky with perspiration. 

Not long after she sat down, Yoshito adjusted himself and retrieved her laptop from the bag, leaning in closer. 

In the eyes of other students, the two appeared like diligent student leaders, seriously discussing work-related issues. 

Here's a glimpse of their conversation:

"Perverted president, what a real freak~ not even wearing..." 

Keiko's eyes lit up with joy as she trembled slightly, although her face wore an expression of forced stubbornness, "I—I had no choice!" 

Reaching out her little hand, she grabbed Yoshito's laptop bag next to him and began to search beneath the table. 

Suddenly, Yoshito felt something silky being slipped into his hand, causing him to shiver and quickly hide it. 

"This is all your fault, you shameless Dark King, threatening me with protection fees." 

With a misty gaze, Keiko pouted, looking pitiful. 

"Uh..." 

Oh girl, you don't need to send me photos every day. I never asked you to pay me any protection fees, let alone for something like that! 

Yoshito wanted to say this but worried that the deeply immersed Keiko would take it as the Dark King's excuse!