After My Childhood Friend Cheated On Me, I Became Hated by the Whole School, but for Some Reason, the Beautiful and Perverted Transfer Student Wants to Devote Her Body and Soul to Be My Slave!

Chapter 23 – Message Received Loud and Clear♡ [Asumi Asuka’s POV]

[Asumi Asuka’s POV]

How long has it been since I slept so comfortably?

Although I’ve grown accustomed to it, my room is quite spacious for one person, and the bed is large enough to accommodate several more people.

Sometimes, being alone in such a big space reminds me strongly of my loneliness.

Actually, I’ve been spending a lot of time with Konoe-san lately, and when I get home, I finish my assignments and immediately go to bed to heal my tired body. There is no gap where I feel like I’m lonely.

But suddenly, I caught a fever and couldn’t go to school, so I had to stay in my room.

As I kept waking up and going back to sleep, I felt lonely for the first time in a while.

I suddenly wanted to meet Konoe-san.

And then…he came to see me.

It felt really weird to have Konoe-san in my room, and to be honest, because of my fever, I thought it was a dream.

…But the warmth in Konoe-san’s palm as he shyly held mine told me that this dream-like situation was indeed real.

My wish came true and I felt strongly that I was not alone.

“…Ah, Konoe-san already went home.”

I sat up while rubbing my eyes.

The palm of my hand that was supposed to be connected to Konoe-san until just now doesn’t have that reassuring feeling, and I instinctively bring my left hand closer, as if to deceive myself.

“Konoe-san…”

I wish he would have stayed longer…

Anyway, if Konoe-san didn’t mind, I would’ve liked to stay like that all day long. The more I think about it, the more it feels good to hold hands with Konoe-san.

“I’ve come to love holding hands so much.”

At first, I wanted to do something much deeper as a man and a woman, something so intense and lewd that I’d scream, “Ahh, Konoe-san!!! Pour everything inside!!!” Although I was dissatisfied at first, I never thought that I would like holding hands so much and come to like it.

Humans really are amazing. I can’t believe I feel so fulfilled just by holding hands…

“Hah~ I want to hold Konoe-san’s hand for even longer.”

But still, why is that?

The act of holding hands is quite low level in skinship, something small children do, even back in middle school, I remember holding hands with classmates.

However, at that time I had never felt the happiness I feel now.

So, what’s the difference between then and now?

Of course, the circumstances might play a role, but I don’t think it’s just that.

This feeling, slowly spreading in my chest, is much bigger…

“…Huh?”

Suddenly, I saw prints placed on a chair.

Reaching out to pick them up, I realize they’re math worksheets, likely from class.

“Ah, now that I think about it, Konoe-san said he came to deliver the prints.”

……

…That means that this was something that Konoe-san had, and that Konoe-san left it behind, right? …Gulp.

After making sure that no one was in the room, I held the print to my chest like a stuffed animal.

I held it tightly, as if squeezing something. Slowly, I could feel warmth spreading in my chest again.

“…Konoe-san.”

I miss you. Now I really want to meet Konoe-san.

I want to meet Konoe-san so badly.

“It can’t be helped. Shall I take a look at Konoe-san’s secret photos?”

In the album I’ve hidden away, there are some candid shots I secretly took of Konoe-san. Of course, I didn’t ask for his permission. But I don’t need to ask, right? Yupp, that’s right.

“Ufufu~n♡”

I jumped out of bed and headed towards the bookshelf.

At that time, I felt something on my leg and looked down.

“Hmm? What is this?”

I picked it up and looked at it thoroughly.

When I realized what it was, I couldn’t help but shout.

“T-this…! It’s a condom?!!”

It’s impossible. There’s no way this should be here.

Because I don’t have any, and this brand isn’t the one Mom usually uses!

Which means, the prime suspect who dropped this must be the person who just entered my room——In other words, it’s Konoe-san!

“E-ee~hh? I-if it’s Konoe-san, then maybe… Ehehe~”

Perhaps, he… No, he must be…!