151 Miharu Taki: I just feel unwell…
"Wow—"
"Is, is that Miharutaki-senpai?!"
The girls in the hallway let out suppressed exclamations, unable to believe that the usually strict and proper Miharutaki-senpai was dressed in such a... sexy and alluring way.
A pair of white and tender legs were exposed to the air, and the length of her skirt was almost half as long as her previous one.
The oversized uniform shirt had been replaced with a fitted one, perfectly showcasing her figure.
The boys who saw her couldn't help but breathe faster, while the girls blushed.
Miharutaki Sakura still had the same cold and haughty expression, but no one knew what kind of perverted thoughts were brewing in her mind.
The news of the change in Miharutaki's dressing style quickly spread throughout the third-year students' circle and reached the ears of Mibuomi Aoi.
"Miharutaki has changed her dressing style?"
When Mibuomi Aoi heard the news, his first reaction was "impossible, absolutely impossible."
No one knew Miharutaki Sakura better than he did, and they had been friends since middle school. Miharutaki had never even let him touch her hand before, and she always wore the most traditional and conservative school uniform, which didn't arouse any interest in him.
Why would she change so much at this time?
But soon, after seeing her in person, Mibuomi Aoi realized that he didn't understand his fiancée well enough.
Looking at the Miharutaki Sakura with a strong sense of contrast, Mibuomi Aoi's long-dormant heart suddenly accelerated. This made him forget to think about why his fiancée had changed so much, and he subconsciously went up to her, wanting to hug her and hold her waist.
Miharutaki Sakura saw Mibuomi Aoi's reaction and felt a faint sense of joy in her heart. After all, women dress up to please themselves and their loved ones. However, at the same time, a great sense of sadness arose within her.
'Aoi, I'm... not clean anymore.'
She subconsciously dodged and avoided Mibuomi Aoi's hug, leaving him awkwardly standing in place.
Mibuomi Aoi was taken aback and said, "Sakura... what's going on?"
"It's not allowed to do such indecent things before we get married," Miharutaki Sakura said with a smile, not knowing what kind of emotions she was feeling.
But as soon as she said it, she felt her heart being melted by a strange sense of pleasure.
"Ah, I see..." Mibuomi Aoi stroked his dazzling golden hair, cursing in his heart, but still maintaining a smile on his face. "It's okay, Sakura, I respect your decision. Let's go to the Full-Bloom Club now."
'You damn woman, still pretending to be noble... not even allowing a hug, something as basic as that, until after marriage...' Mibuomi Aoi thought to himself, and after they got married, he would make this woman know what hell was.
But for now, he had to endure.
"Um." Miharutaki Sakura made a sweet and sticky sound, walking on the left side of Mibuomi Aoi, and stretched out her left hand to hold her right elbow.
Even she herself didn't realize that this was a subconscious action to guard against people.
Perhaps when she was managing the election committee, her soul had already been marked by Hikigaya Hachiman when he grabbed her high ponytail.
'I'm sorry... Aoi... I know this is wrong... I'm sorry...'
'But, you might not know, your noble and pure fiancée has already become Hikigaya Hachiman's personal pet... the excitement of hiding this from you is really making me feel so thrilled!'
The feelings of guilt, shame, and excitement... all these strange and unfamiliar pleasures mixed together and flooded Miharutaki Sakura's heart, which had never been nourished before, and destroyed the defenses she had built up.
Near the red, one becomes red; near the black, one becomes black. And she, Miharutaki Sakura, had been completely dyed black by Hikigaya's dark will.
'I've... been changed by Hikigaya Hachiman.'
'I'm sorry, Aoi.'
Miharutaki Sakura subconsciously opened her mouth and exhaled a breath with a sensual meaning. Her eyes, which were supposed to be full of sacred meaning, now flickered with a fiery red flame, similar to Hikigaya's and Jabami's.
Hikigaya Hachiman was a man who acted quickly and decisively.
After showcasing her new dressing style, the next step was...
'Pretend to receive a mysterious phone call, and then show a shameful reaction. When attending an important activity with Aoi, make a public exit...'
Miharutaki Sakura thought to herself, reciting the script that Hikigaya Hachiman had arranged for her.
'It's best if Aoi notices my abnormal behavior...'
As she thought of this, Miharutaki Sakura suddenly clenched her legs together, trying not to make a puddle on the floor.
Mibuomi Aoi seemed to notice her abnormal behavior and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Sakura?"
"N-no, it's nothing. I just don't feel well," Miharutaki Sakura replied, trying to suppress her heavy breathing.
Mibuomi Aoi also noticed his fiancée's strange tone, but he didn't think deeply about it and simply nodded, "Then you should drink more hot water."
"Uh-huh... I will."
Miharutaki Sakura felt a little disappointed with Mibuomi Aoi's response.
Her past self seemed to have been looking at Aoi-kun through the filter of being her fiancé. But after experiencing Hikigaya Hachiman, she realized that her fiancé was treating her with a dismissive attitude.
'Do you really think of me as just a tool, Aoi?' Miharutaki Sakura suddenly felt a pang in her heart. 'If that's the case... then don't blame me for surrendering to Hikigaya-kun.'
She licked her lips and followed behind Mibuomi Aoi, her sense of guilt due to her betrayal slowly weakening.
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The Full-Bloom Club.
The remaining officers were gathering here, discussing the upcoming festival.
This was the most important event for the Full-Bloom group, and they couldn't afford to make any mistakes. Although the officers present were all pawns that Mibuomi Aoi was planning to sacrifice, he still pretended to be serious and gave them instructions.
Suddenly, the door to the activity room was pushed open.
A girl with a voluptuous figure and a side ponytail poked her head out.
When he saw her, Mibuomi Aoi said with a hint of annoyance, " Kurume, you're late again."
"Hehe, it's all because of the task you assigned to me, Aoi-kun," Kurume Kurumi replied with a pout.
"Oh? Did you find a new officer?"
"Of course I did."
Kurume Kurumi pushed the door open and clapped her hands, and a girl with golden long hair and pale skin walked out from behind her.
Her aura made her seem like a princess from an artistic family.
She bowed slightly to the officers present, "Hello, my name is Rurichou Nadeshiko."