The next day in class, the girl on my left had been glancing at me time and again. But whenever I turned to look at her she either averted her gaze or went out of the classroom.

If she had some work with me, why not tell me directly? Why was she hesitating like that with me? She had no problem with that senior who was a transfer student just like me. So, what reason does she have to have refrained from approaching me? I couldn't wrap my fingers around it.

"Um..." Just as I was thinking that a girl came to a stop in front of my seat.

"Yes?" I said as I looked at her. She was one of the girls who had approached me yesterday to talk but I had completely forgotten her name.

"You shouldn't get close to...her," she said looking at the seat to my left with disdain in her eyes which was completely understandable.

"Why?" I asked acting innocent. Although I could sort of guess what the deal with her was, it will be more beneficial for me to listen to someone who knew more regarding that matter.

She nervously looked around and then took me by the hand outside the classroom to the empty hallway.

She looked behind her shoulders and over mine as well to make sure no one else was around. With a voice that was barely audible to me, she said, "She..............................."

*****

The girl on my left, even during classes, was looking at me. And when I turned towards her, she would avert her gaze by sometimes looking at the other side and sometimes burying her face in her books. This went on till the lunch break.

Finally, during lunchtime, the status quo changed as she placed a small piece of paper on my desk and left abruptly. I unfolded the paper and read the contents. Finally, eh?

Although many students had already gone to the cafeteria there were still some students left. And they saw when she placed that paper on my seat. They started murmuring. The girl who had talked to me this morning had a crestfallen face as she approached me again.

"You...That?" She pointed at the paper I was holding, her hands shaking.

"Yes. She has told me to come to this place here after school." I said, nonchalantly.

"What are you going to do?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"Of course I am going." I mean, why wouldn't I?

The girl who looked worried about me moments ago now held contempt for me in her eyes. "You!" She screamed and then she laughed. "Ha-ha-ha. Well, you are a boy after all. No different than others. Animal. Die!"

Die, she told me. "If only I could." I inadvertently let that slip. But I don't think anyone had heard it as it had vocalized in a very low voice. However, I found Nakamura Yui looking at me, suspiciously.

"Is something the matter?"

"I just felt like you said something," she said without taking her eyes off me. "You must be hearing things," I said without breaking eye contact with her. The two of us continued to look at each other. The first one to look away was Nakamura.

*****

I headed towards the old school building as instructed on the piece of paper. The old school building was located just a few blocks away from the building currently in use. And just as the name suggests, the building was old. Really old it seems.

Whenever I took a step forward the floor creaked like it could break and fall apart at any moment. Holding the piece of paper in my left hand I carefully searched for class 2-A.

I finally found the room on the middle part of the second floor. I didn't even knock as I turned the knob and opened the door.

What greeted me first was her long black hair along with her short skirt fluttering. She was standing by the window with her back towards me. The rays of sun that were peeking from the window shone on her lustrous black hair. She had a pair of black thigh-high stockings. When the wind blew, it revealed her white thigh skin, as white as virgin snow.

I silently closed the door.

"You made me wait quite a bit, Kageyama-kun." She slowly turned towards me with her seductive vixen-like smile.

Looking at that smile so bewitching, I felt...sick.

I almost wanted to puke.

But I managed to hold it in.

"What do you want from me?"

"What I want from you? Fufu." She approached me with her slim legs while caressing the wooden desk with her index finger seductively. At least that's what it looked like to me."You already know that and that's why you came here, didn't you?"

Of course I knew.

She coiled her hands on my neck alluringly and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. A scent and taste unique to a woman spread through my outer lips. Before long, she separated her lips from me.

"How was it? Wanna do something more fun?" She asked, her smile smugger and more bewitching and more seductive.

"Before that, can I ask you something?"

"Yes. Why not?" She pressed her bosom against my chest as she spoke, "I will tell you everything."

"What's your name?"

"Eh?" She looked surprised and amused by my question. She gazed hard upon my face for a while and then leaned closer. Her smile became more bewitching. She whispered into my ear sweetly, "It's Ito Yua."

"Ito Yua, I see." I held her shoulders and pushed them away from me slightly. "Although you are rumored to have been in such a relationship with many boys, you are still an amateur."

This seemed to genuinely surprise her as she blinked her eyes in confusion. Without any warning whatsoever, I pressed my lips against her. The same taste of her lips spread on my outer lips but not for long as I pushed my tongue inside her mouth.

Her body started shaking.

I wrapped my hand around her body and gently caressed her nape and played with her hair. Slowly, the shaking stopped.

I pushed my tongue and rolled it inside her mouth. Her tongue sometimes tried to resist while for the most part, it rolled along with mine. Her insides felt warm. But that was all. There was nothing else.

Lascivious sounds filed the old school building while being stained by the saliva dripping erotically from her mouth.

After a short time which felt quite long, I separated my lips.

"Haah! Haah!" She wiped her mouth with her hands. She was clearly out of breath, flustered even. The bewitching smile was long since gone. She was like a maiden who had just experienced her first kiss with her boyfriend who was a playboy and had had a lot of experience.

"What's this? This wasn't even a warm-up and you are already reduced to this pathetic state?" I couldn't believe it." Are you really the rumored Ito Yua? You sure you are not some imposter?" I couldn't help but ask.

She just kept looking at me with the same flustered gaze.

Seeing that expression made many things surface in my mind. It almost felt like I was seeing her. It was as if the same scene was repeating itself with just the setting being different. If only I had realized it sooner then I...

Many thoughts ran through my mind at that moment.

How I want to violate her.

How I want to make a complete mess out of her.

How I want to pound her breathless.

How I want to strangle her to death while she climaxes.

I couldn't control myself.

I plunged at her and tightened my embrace. She tried to resist but she couldn't, not against the force I was applying. My nails were digging through her clothes. It must have hurt quite a bit as she winced. But I couldn't care. I didn't care.

I continued kissing her. She was breathless. Her knees gave out. She dropped to the floor. But I continued kissing her.

And now, we were in sync. She had now completely lost herself. Her consciousness was definitely fading. Her mind must be full of nothing but me. Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer. My thigh rubbed against her now exposed thighs. Seductive moans escaped her mouth. I was on top of her. I unbuttoned her shirt and made my way to her bosom. With my right hand, I squeezed her left breast then I went on to bite her nipples. I did the same with the right one.

I looked at her from above. Her eyes were teary. Her eyes were clouded. She couldn't see clearly. Her face was red and her body must be burning right now. She was spread in front of me completely defenseless.

If I wanted to then I could kill her right here right now.

I slowly extended my hands towards her neck and leaned closer to her. Then I asked her, "Have you ever thought of killing yourself?"

Her body trembled beneath me. The wooden floor creaked, threatening to break at any moment.

Her face was no longer flushed and the tears had dried out. The haze cleared. The cloud that clouded her vision started fading away. She started regaining her consciousness which I had melted oh-so-easily.

She then, with all her might, pushed me away.

I fell on the floor with my face facing the dark wooden ceiling. Upon impact, I felt like some pieces of wood had fallen off.

I heard the sound of her getting up.

I continued staring at the dark ceiling.....

I heard the sound of her re-arranging her messed-up clothes.

I continued staring at the dark ceiling.....

I heard the sound of someone stamping away.

I continued staring at the dark ceiling.....