The Busty Black-Haired Honor Student And Student Council President Who Likes The Mob-Character Me, Keeps Using “Stress Relief” As An Excuse To Ask For Lewd Things - Chapter 4: The Busty Black-Haired Student Council President Gets Flirty In The Classroom
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Since class was about to start, I left the student council room and returned to Class 2-B. Inside, it was still lively and noisy. As always, a group of girls surrounded Shino at her seat, and she was smiling as she answered their questions.
“Shino-san, I heard you turned down a confession from Takahashi-senpai, a third year student… He’s a famously handsome guy at school.”
“Yes. I thought it was still too soon for me to date someone.”
“That makes you the girl who rejected every top-tier handsome guy who confessed! You’re like… legendary. Share some of that with me.”
“I do feel sorry for the boys, but right now I’m not interested in a romantic relationship. I think not giving them a clear answer would be even ruder.”
So she really was putting on a mask, huh. From the first time I’d seen her, I had sensed there was something like a weird air of pretense about her…
Whether she noticed my side-eye or not, Shino and the others continued talking.
“Shino… this isn’t something I can really say too loudly, but… don’t you have any interest in boys? Or, you know, in intimate stuff?”
“Boys…? Intimate stuff…?”
Shino put on an innocent, puzzled face at the sudden question. For a moment, she met my glare where I expressed something like ‘which mouth is saying that, after what she did yesterday?’, but she carried on the conversation without hesitation.
“Exactly! A sweet love story where a handsome guy dotes on you! Shino, with your great looks and your big breasts, you could be doted on as much as you want!”
“Doted on…?”
“Yes, doted! A high-spec guy doting on you, thinking only about you, day and night… drool.”
The female student actually wiped away the drool from her lips.
“I bet you haven’t even held hands with a boy, let alone kissed one. Such a waste.”
“I’ve kissed before.”
“Wha—!!”
“Isn’t that right, Mitsuya-kun?”
With a sweet smile, Shino suddenly turned the spotlight on me.
The classroom erupted. Even those chatting elsewhere had apparently been listening in, and all eyes swung toward me.
“Huh? What does that mean? Tachibana-san… with Takano?”
“No way. Takano’s the definition of a background character. It’s impossible!”
“But they’re both in the student council, alone in a room together…”
“Nah, no way! Don’t say gross stuff like that!”
The whole class buzzed with Shino’s one line, and glares stabbed at me from all directions. What was this girl trying to do…? I groaned inwardly, scrambling for words to calm things down.
“Enough with the jokes, Tachibana-san. I’m just a loyal underling of the student council president. I’d never bite the hand that feeds me.”
“That’s true. Mitsuya-kun is a caring person, and he’s always kind to me.”
“Exactly. I’m like a loyal dog, I’d never do anything improper with the president.”
“Indeed. A loyal dog would never suddenly turn into a beast, nibbling at my fruit, squeezing me roughly, or even plunging deep inside and filling me up… right? ♡”
Still smiling serenely, Shino dropped outrageous innuendos while locking eyes with me. Meanwhile, I silently prayed for the class to settle down.
“So yes, calling him a loyal dog was a joke. What I meant is, Mitsuya-kun is such a kind student council member that he deserves a kiss as thanks. Well, not that I’d actually kiss him.”
With that line, relief washed over the classroom.
“See? Told you, there’s no way Shino-san would actually kiss him.”
“Yeah, thinking about it objectively, Takano’s just out of the question.”
“If Shino-san ever accepts someone, it’d have to be on another level entirely.”
The chatter gradually died down. Finally, Shino whispered softly in my direction:
“Maybe I went a little too far just now. Sorry.”
Her words were lost in the morning bustle, and at that moment, our middle-aged homeroom teacher slid open the door. Everyone quickly returned to their seats.





































