harutosensei000

WARNING : 18+ Only

> I transferred in for my final year, hoping for peace after a troubled past. What I got instead… was a class full of beautiful, thirsty girls—each 18, each dripping with secret lust.

From the cold class rep to the wild gyaru, the quiet bookworm to the athletic ace, every one of them wanted me—my body, my mouth, my thick cock.

In secret rooms, empty classrooms, locker showers, and late-night calls… they confessed their cravings.

And I? I gave them every inch of me.

This is the story of my final year… the year I became theirs.

Class Heat : My Final Years Harem

Chapter 22: Clash of Hearts – Aya vs. Rika

The classroom felt like a battlefield.

It was only Monday morning, but everyone sensed it. Even the background noise—the soft hum of chatter, the creak of chairs, the click of chalk on the blackboard—faded beneath the thick tension between two dominant energies.

They didn't speak. They didn't need to.

Yuu sat at his desk, torn between them—again. But this time… the atmosphere wasn't just playful or teasing.

As the teacher walked in, Aya casually dropped her bag next to Yuu's seat and sat in his lap.

"Sorry, sensei~ No more empty desks."

Her arm looped around Yuu's neck as she whispered something hot against his ear. Her perfume? Lethal. Her smile? Pure mischief.

Rika's chair scraped hard against the floor.

And slammed her hand down on the edge of Yuu's desk.

"I'm getting real tired of your games, Aya."

Aya tilted her head, mock-innocent. "Games? I was just being affectionate to someone I care about."

Rika scoffed. "Affection isn't sitting on someone like a spoiled brat."

"Oh?" Aya leaned forward, lips dangerously close to Yuu's ear. "Then what's your strategy, Rika? Pout until he picks you out of guilt?"

Even the teacher paused mid-sentence.

Yuu's breath caught. "Girls, maybe we should—"

"No," Rika cut him off, stepping even closer. "We need to clear this now."

Aya stood, finally off his lap, and faced Rika fully. Their bodies nearly touched.

"You want a fight?" Aya said softly. "Fine."

It wasn't official. It wasn't planned.

Aya and Rika. Alone. In the gym storage room.

Kozue begged Yuu not to go. Misaki simply whispered, "Be careful." Mina looked way too entertained, and Yuzu offered popcorn.

When he arrived, the door was half-open. Inside—two girls, one standoff.

Aya had pulled her uniform tie loose, her sleeves rolled up. Her stance? Calm. Confident.

Rika leaned against a pile of gym mats, arms crossed, eyes burning.

"You always thought you were better than me," Rika said first.

"No," Aya replied. "I knew I was."

Rika's palm cracked across Aya's cheek.

Then Aya smiled. Slowly. Wickedly.

"Thank you," she whispered, "for proving I'm living in your head."

The mats flew. The shelves rattled.

But this wasn't a catfight—it was a clash of hearts. Years of rivalry. Years of pretending they didn't want the same thing.

"You think you're the only one who's suffered?" Rika spat. "You left us, Aya. You abandoned him. And now you come back like it's a stage, and he's your prize?"

"I left because I had to!" Aya shot back, panting. "My parents were divorcing! I was being dragged across the country—I didn't even get to say goodbye!"

Aya's voice broke now. "I came back because I never stopped thinking about him. I came back because… I'm still in love with him."

"So am I…" she whispered. "But I stayed. I fought. I protected him. When everyone laughed at him, I was there. When he broke down, I held him. I never left."

Two girls. Two different kinds of love.

The girls didn't speak as they walked out. Shoulders tense. Faces flushed.

Aya and Rika had finally exposed the core of their feelings—and in doing so, made it clear to everyone:

Today, he just stood in the empty gym storage room...

…heart pounding harder than ever.