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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 26: Aya's Night – The Girl Who Returned to Win His Heart

And unlike the others—she didn't ask. She declared it.

"I'm not waiting anymore," she said, her voice like silk laced with fire. "Tonight, he's mine."

When Yuu reached the rooftop, he found something different.

There was no blanket. No pillow. No picnic basket like Kozue.

Tiny ones, flickering, surrounding a soft mattress she had dragged up herself. A thin sheet. Two cushions.

Aya stood in the middle of it, barefoot, wearing a pale pink nightgown that clung like second skin. Her hair was loose. Her lips—soft, red, parted.

"I don't want to waste time tonight," she said as he approached.

"You've heard everyone else's hearts. Their feelings. Their stories. But you haven't heard mine—not properly."

She walked toward him, slow, deliberate.

"I left," she whispered, stopping inches from his chest. "But not because I stopped loving you. I left because I didn't have a choice."

Her hands touched his chest gently.

"I hated myself every day I was gone," she whispered. "You filled my thoughts when I woke up. You haunted my dreams when I slept."

"I was jealous of the idea that someone else might take my place in your life. In your arms. In your bed."

She kissed his lips—gently at first.

A kiss that screamed: I came back for you. Only you.

The Touch of a Girl Who Knows What She Wants

As they lay back onto the mattress, Aya took the lead.

She straddled him, her nightgown slipping up her thighs. No underwear. Just bare skin—warm and smooth against him.

"I won't beg for your love, Yuu," she whispered. "But I'll show you mine."

She leaned down, her lips trailing along his neck. Her hands explored—slowly, sensually, confidently. Every touch intentional. Every motion full of hunger and emotion.

She moaned softly as their bodies pressed closer—heat building, breaths mingling, hips gently grinding.

His hands slid up her thighs, gripping her waist. She gasped against his skin, biting down on his collarbone softly.

"I want to be yours," she whispered. "In every way a woman can be."

Her nightgown slid up. Her skin was hot and flushed. Her chest pressed against his, bare and firm, hearts pounding in sync.

"I dreamed of this," she murmured, moving her hips rhythmically. "Every lonely night, I imagined what it'd be like to be on top of you again… but this time as a woman who knows what she wants."

Her body rocked slowly—back and forth—grinding, teasing, tasting the edge of pleasure.

"You feel so good," she breathed into his ear. "And you're mine tonight, Yuu. No interruptions. No good girls waiting at the stairs."

So close the tension was unbearable. Beautiful. Burning.

By the end, Aya lay on his chest, both of them slick with heat and emotion.

Her fingers lazily traced his stomach. Her breath still shaky.

"Do you believe me now?" she whispered. "That I didn't just come back to cause drama… I came back to win you."

She smiled, eyes glassy, vulnerable.

"Good. Because I'm not losing to anyone."

Chapter 26: Aya’s Night – The Girl Who Returned to Win His Heart