Haruto walked the rest of the way to school under the brightening morning sun, the countryside path gradually turning into a paved road lined with cherry blossom trees that were just beginning to lose their petals. The air was fresh and crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew-covered grass and distant wood smoke from nearby houses. His mind was a quiet storm — memories of Yor’s soft, naked body and bleeding pussy from this morning, the deep, saliva-filled kiss with Ayame, and the ever-present weight of guilt pressing on his chest. Yet he kept walking steadily, uniform neat and shoes polished.

He arrived at school nearly one hour earlier than usual. The school grounds were still mostly empty and peaceful. The old two-story wooden school building with its traditional tiled roof stood quietly under the clear blue sky. A few early students were scattered around — some practicing in the sports field, others chatting softly near the shoe lockers.

Haruto changed into his indoor shoes at the entrance, the familiar echo of his footsteps sounding in the quiet hallway. He headed straight toward the staff room on the second floor. The corridor smelled of polished wood and faint chalk dust, sunlight streaming through the tall windows and casting long golden rectangles on the floor.

He knocked gently on the staff room door.

"Come in," a calm, familiar voice answered.

Haruto slid the door open and stepped inside. His homeroom teacher, Mrs. Takahashi — a kind but strict woman in her mid-forties with neatly tied hair and glasses — was sitting at her desk, reviewing some papers. She looked up and her expression softened slightly when she saw him.

"Haruto. You’re quite early today," she said, gesturing for him to sit on the chair opposite her desk. "I received the note about your one-week absence. Tokyo trip, was it?"

Haruto sat down respectfully, bowing his head slightly. "Yes, sensei. I’m sorry for the sudden absence. There were some family matters I had to take care of in Tokyo. I brought the proper documents and excuse letter from my grandfather."

He handed over the documents. Mrs. Takahashi took them and read through them carefully, her expression thoughtful. The staff room was quiet except for the soft ticking of the wall clock and the distant sound of birds outside.

"You’ve missed quite a lot of important lessons," she said gently but firmly, looking at him over her glasses. "Especially in mathematics and literature. I’ll prepare some makeup assignments for you. Also, the class representative has been taking notes for you. Make sure to catch up properly."

Haruto nodded, his voice steady. "I understand, sensei. I’ll work hard to catch up. Thank you for understanding."

Mrs. Takahashi gave him a small, warm smile. "You’re a good student, Haruto. Just don’t let these absences become a habit. How is everything at home? I heard you brought someone back with you from the station last night."

Haruto’s heart skipped slightly, but he kept his expression calm. "Yes... Yor is staying with us for a while. She needed a peaceful place to rest."

The teacher nodded understandingly. "The countryside air will do her good. Alright, you may go to the classroom early and prepare for today’s lessons. If you need any help with the missed material, come see me after class."

Haruto stood up and bowed deeply. "Thank you very much, sensei."

He left the staff room and walked down the sunlit corridor toward his classroom. The school was slowly starting to come alive with more students arriving, their voices echoing softly in the distance. Haruto’s thoughts drifted back to Yor sleeping peacefully at home, to Ayame’s warm motherly embrace and deep kiss, and to the complicated weight he now carried in his heart.

He slid open the door to his empty classroom, golden morning light pouring across the desks, and sat down at his usual seat near the window, staring out at the peaceful countryside view while waiting for class to begin.

As Haruto bowed once more and turned toward the staff room door, Mrs. Takahashi’s calm voice stopped him gently.

"Haruto, one moment please."

He paused and turned back respectfully. Mrs. Takahashi stood up from her desk, holding a thin folder containing several neatly stapled documents. The morning sunlight streaming through the staff room windows illuminated her figure, highlighting the soft lines of her professional blouse and skirt.

"These are the updated science lab inventory sheets and the new experiment guidelines for next week’s classes," she explained, handing the folder to him. "Could you take them to the science laboratory and leave them on the teacher’s desk? I was supposed to drop them off earlier, but I have another meeting now."

Haruto accepted the folder with both hands, bowing slightly. "Of course, sensei. I’ll do it right away."

Mrs. Takahashi gave him a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you. The lab should still be empty at this hour. Just place them in the center of the main desk so Mr. Sato will see them clearly when he arrives."

Haruto nodded and left the staff room, the folder tucked carefully under his arm. The hallway was still quiet, filled with the peaceful morning light and the faint scent of old wood and cleaning polish. His footsteps echoed softly as he descended the stairs and walked toward the separate science wing of the school.

The science laboratory was located in a slightly older building connected by a covered walkway. Haruto stepped outside into the fresh morning air. Cherry blossom petals drifted lazily across the path as a gentle breeze passed through the school grounds. The countryside stretched beautifully beyond the school fence — green rice fields sparkling under the sun, distant mountains hazy in the morning mist.

He reached the science lab building and slid open the heavy wooden door. The laboratory was spacious and quiet, filled with that distinctive scent of chemicals, old books, and polished wooden benches. Rows of neatly arranged lab tables gleamed under the large windows. Glass beakers and test tubes sparkled on the shelves, and a large periodic table hung on the front wall. The morning sunlight poured in, casting long, peaceful rays across the room and making floating dust particles visible in the air.

Haruto walked to the front of the lab where the teacher’s large wooden desk stood. He placed the folder carefully in the center, arranging it neatly so the label faced outward. He took a moment to straighten the edges, making sure everything looked orderly.

For a brief second, standing alone in the silent, sunlit laboratory, Haruto’s thoughts drifted. Everything feels so normal here... but nothing in my life is normal anymore. The weight of Yor waiting at home, Ayame’s deep kiss still lingering on his lips, and the responsibilities he carried pressed on him quietly.

He took one last look around the peaceful lab, then turned and left, closing the door gently behind him. The school bell in the distance began to ring softly, signaling that classes would start soon.

The science laboratory was bathed in peaceful morning sunlight, the air carrying a faint, sterile scent of chemicals and aged wood. Haruto stepped inside quietly, the heavy door sliding shut behind him with a soft click. He walked to the front of the room and placed the folder of documents neatly in the center of the teacher’s desk, adjusting it so the label was clearly visible. Satisfied, he turned to leave.

Just as he took a step toward the door, a glass bottle of chemical solution teetered on the edge of a nearby shelf and fell directly onto his leg. Fortunately, the cap was tightly sealed. The bottle bounced off his thigh with a dull thud and rolled across the floor, stopping near one of the lab tables.

Haruto winced slightly at the impact but quickly knelt down to pick it up, his fingers closing around the cool glass. He remained low, hidden behind the tall lab bench, intending to place the bottle back safely before leaving.

At that exact moment, the laboratory door slid open again.

Three final-year students — the same year as Haruto but from different classes — stepped inside. A girl with long, straight black hair and a sharp, attractive face led the way, followed by two boys, both tall and athletic-looking. Haruto didn’t recognize their names, but he knew their faces vaguely from school events.

Before Haruto could stand or announce himself, one of the boys quickly turned and locked the laboratory door with a decisive *click*. The sound echoed through the empty room.

"Finally... no one’s here," the girl whispered, her voice low but filled with excitement. She leaned against one of the lab tables, her school skirt riding slightly up her thighs as she crossed her arms under her chest.

One of the boys smirked, stepping closer to her. "You sure about this? If we get caught—"

"We won’t," the girl cut him off, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. She reached out and grabbed the front of the taller boy’s shirt, pulling him toward her. "I’ve been waiting for this all week. Just lock the door properly and let’s do it fast before class starts."

The second boy moved behind her, his hands already sliding around her waist as he pressed against her back. "You’re so bold today..."

Haruto stayed perfectly still behind the lab bench, heart suddenly pounding. He was completely hidden from their view, kneeling on the cool floor. His breathing slowed as he decided to remain silent and observe. *What the hell are they doing...?*

The girl let out a soft, breathy laugh as the first boy leaned in and captured her lips in a hungry kiss. The wet sounds of their making out filled the quiet lab. The second boy’s hands moved boldly, slipping under her skirt from behind while she moaned into the kiss.

Haruto’s eyes widened slightly as he watched from his hidden position, the tension in the air growing thicker by the second.