Iya Na Kao Sare Nagara Opantsu Misete Moraitai 〈NEWEST — How-To〉

Miyu’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a look of pure, unadulterated disgust. To her, Kenji was a stain on the school’s reputation—a persistent, annoying insect that somehow managed to be useful enough to keep around. She knew exactly what he wanted. He had been "hinting" at it for weeks, his requests growing more bold as his exhaustion from the paperwork increased.

Miyu gripped the edge of her desk until her knuckles turned white. The sheer audacity of his leverage made her skin crawl. She looked at him as if he were something she had stepped in on the sidewalk—disgraceful, smelly, and entirely beneath her. Iya na Kao sare nagara Opantsu Misete Moraitai

She stood up slowly, her expression shifting from mere annoyance to a mask of freezing contempt. She didn't move closer. She stayed behind the safety of the desk, but she made sure he had a clear view. Miyu’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a