Because I was excluded out of the class transfer, I decided make a classmate harem

--The reaction was unexpectedly delayed due to an unfamiliar atmosphere.

A powerful girl student wearing a familiar uniform.

The white legs on the loafers' heels make them realize that they are usually wrapped in steamy socks without being exposed to the outside world.

From the thighs to the calves, it was completely white.

It's probably because I usually wear stockings instead of knee socks or high socks.

It seems to be an act of reluctance to expose raw legs peeking from a miniskirt, which is the most important part of talking about the charm of a creature called a high school girl.

But...

She is not wearing stockings or even socks on her legs right now.

Well, it's night, so you can clean it up if you're just distracted.

Nevertheless, it is.

Regardless of the socks, how should I explain the length of this skirt?

A clear girl student who wants to hide her raw legs is not as long as she would wear by mistake.

And a spat in black that fits snugly on the thighs.

The spats send flickering and provocative gazes from the edge of the skirt.

It's just spats.

It's just spats.

It's hard to think about, if she hadn't worn underwear in her spats.

She is currently walking with her classmate boy student showing her underwear (spats).

Spats aren't underwear.

As an orchid, that's why I wanted to shout so loudly that it was wonderful.

But that's why.

There was a slight time loss before I realized who I was, like a change of atmosphere.

I fell in love with raw legs that were magnificently showcased from a provocative miniskirt and black spats with flickers peeking at my face.

And above all...

"... Kirishima-kun. Kirishima, right? Not ghosts or horse lights. Kirishima-kun, right?

Before the oddity of calling the name of the orchid in a confused way while burying his face in his chest, the orchid did nothing, but solidified while holding the body of the girl student.

◇ ◇ ◇

Kirishima-kun.

Kirishima-kun.

Kirishima. Kirishima. Kirishima. Kirishima. Kirishima. Kirishima. Kirishima. Kirishima. Kirishima. Kirishima.

Sadogashima Sayaka buried his face in Kirishima orchid's chest, but he embraced his body tightly without ever letting go.

If I let go of my hand here now, he will go somewhere again.

Anxiety, anxiety, unbearability.

"... Kirishima-kun"

Would I have liked orchids so much?

I wonder if your thoughts explode while you're away, and you're just sacred to orchids more than you need.

But Shayaka didn't mind that.

I was able to resume with such a romantic development for someone I thought I would never see again.

I was admired and confessed by other classmates.

I encounter someone who is feeling guilty just because I have the courage to respond.

What a girl cartoon this is!

It could be a maiden game.

Nevertheless, since Shayaka has never played a maiden game, it may be dangerous to use it as a metaphor.

"Kirishima-kun. I missed you so much."

Face up, confused orchid and gaze intertwined.

Instead of being stunned or upset, it's like you're not keeping track of what's happening in front of you.

Perhaps the Shayaka that exists in the memory and the current Shayaka do not match.

Shayaka reached out to the orchid's face.

Without hesitation, remove the black-edged glasses that hide his face, turn them around and put them on his face.

Hair rubber and stockings have been left in the room, so no further regression is possible.

Even a driftstone orchid will remind you when you see your voice and face.

Remember, it's me.

"... after all, Sadogashima-san is fine, right?

To make sure, I can't help but love looking at the lower body of Sayaka.

Even though it is an inferior gaze, it is very different from being directed at someone you like and from someone you never thought you would.

The line of sight from the orchid...

I'm too shy to speak.

"Kirishima-kun. Um..."

――――

The sound of rattling was played from behind to block the words of Shayaka.

It's not a big noise.

Someone's footsteps or the wind's pranks.

But for the boy in front of him, Orchid, the sound is a symbol of fear.

If someone sees you as a senior servant hugging a saint.

Suppose it's someone who knows both orchids and Sayaka well.

"--I 'm sorry."

"Eh, ah, that? Yikes!"

With Shayaka in his chest, the orchid jumped sideways.

He wrapped up his fighting spirit and bounced around Sayaka's body.

Reach out, twist the knob on the nearest door, and let go.

The smell of bitterness drifted on the tip of Shayaka's nose.

Shayaka pushes herself into the room, and the orchid leaps into the room itself.

I kept the door closed behind me and locked it with a light hand.

"... and suddenly what?"

"Will you just shut up for a second?"

The orchid's hand is stretched toward Shayaka.

From the frozen expression and the movement of the arms, it can be seen that this is not a favorable thing, such as stroking Shayaka's head or touching her cheeks.

Shayaka glanced at the orchid.

But I wonder why. Above the head of the orchid, which is supposed to be a saint, the skill name is not displayed.

It was strongly taught that the saints' concealment of their abilities meant betrayal of the nation.

Therefore, Shayaka and the others usually put their skill names above their heads.

--deliberately hiding a skill?

So what is the purpose of orchids?

Think differently.

Suppose Shayaka sees herself excluded from her classmates because of her unconventional skills.

And for some reason, if I survived and crawled up from despair and ran into one of the people I kicked out of.

If it's Shayaka...

"Stop, Kirishima-kun!

Even though it is a shayaka who wraps up fighting spirit like a human being, it is not easy to throw a boy who also wraps up fighting spirit.

However, if it stays this way, the orchid's skills will make Shayaka his slave.

The word "orchid slave" seems a little excited about Shayaka, but it's a different story.

We finally met on our own.

I can't bear to be turned into a rebellious slave without being given the opportunity to express my thoughts on the face of it.

The inner surface that I reflected on earlier springs up in Shayaka.

This is where we should move on to action before we think about it.

I don't have time to patrol.

Before the thought caught up, Shayaka was flying towards the orchid.

It feels strange to feel like time has stopped.

Grab the orchid's arms and roll them into his body with full weight.

While staring at the orchid, which was stunned, Shayaka used her thighs to hold Gashiri and his body and become a horseback rider.

Grab your arms and cross your groin.

From a third party's point of view, this is a position that would only appear to be riding.

In the situation of setting up my beloved classmate, Sayaka unexpectedly becomes rough to breathe.

And apparently orchids are excited about the situation.

On the evidence, under Shayaka's crotch, there was a movement of mozomozo and something hot.

"Sawagashima-san?

"Kirishima-kun. Please, listen to me. I will never do anything to disadvantage you!

As soon as he relaxed his grip on his arm, the orchid pushed his hands towards Shayaka again.

He pressed again on the floor before exercising his skill and shook his hips dexterity to stimulate the orchids.

Every time a hot feeling sprouts in the crack past the spat, Sayaka realizes that her face gets hot.

I can't believe you're opening your groin on a boy and pressing your precious parts against each other like this.

Though I had no choice, this behavior was too embarrassing for the virgin Shayaka, both mouth and body.

"I'll correct what I thought was just a little romantic reunion!

The resistance of the orchid weakens slightly as the crotch moves around.

Speaking of overdressing, if a classmate girl crosses her bare crotch, she'll get drunk with that pleasure.

Nevertheless, if Shayaka acts against orchids here.

I'm sure it hurts Shayaka, but the orchid will somehow stop it.

Suppose Shayaka screamed and cried here.

With orchids hiding their skills, they'll find out they're sneaking into the royal palace.

What orchids fear most now is that Shayaka will call for help.

In order not to do that, I wonder if he is trying to release his skills to Shayaka somehow.

Goodbye.

"Sadogajima Sayaka! I love my classmate Kirishima Orchid!

While recalling the youth anime phrase that was watched on the rebroadcast, Shayaka put a headshot on the orchid's forehead.

Sparks scatter instantaneously and the sight spins around.

While shaking his head in a wobbly vision, he doesn't weaken his grip on the orchid's arm.

While staring at the half-opened mouth due to surprise, Sayaka's mouth became wet.

After a brief tour, Shayaka drifted over the orchid.

Due to temper, panic and excitement, Shayaka is acting strangely this evening.

Perhaps this is the stupidity of a fire.

It wasn't romantic or moody, but if we don't do it now, there's nothing we can do.

It is not a lie that the words of Shayaka jumped out into her cuteness, but to make her realize at the same time that she is not thinking about such things as screaming while sealing the orchid.

In this short time, I could only think of a solution.

――――

With the momentum of hitting her teeth, Shayaka pressed her lips against the orchid's mouth.

The fact that I destroyed the first kiss in such a scene unexpectedly spilled tears.

But that's good.

The atmosphere was terrible and it was a first kiss with no aftertaste.

The opponent was Kirishima Orchid - that person.