Kendo Club.
A purple-haired girl in a flight attendant uniform swung her sword with sharp, precise motions, launching a fierce assault against Kuzeha.
The clash of blades produced a piercing, ringing sound.
That's right—Saeko Busujima was using a real sword now.
Ever since she witnessed Kuzeha's strength firsthand, she had insisted on training with live blades to simulate real combat.
"Kuzeha-kun, don't hold back worrying about hurting me. I want you to pressure me as much as possible!"
Hearing her so serious, Kuzeha nodded.
If he started going easy just because she was using a real sword, what would even be the point?
And so, Kuzeha demonstrated his breathtaking swordsmanship.
Tight outfit? A bit snug in the chest?
With a precise flick, he cleanly slashed a slit in the fabric at a strategic point, not only freeing up Saeko's movements but also adding a subtly seductive, mysterious flair to her look.
After the half-hour training session, the custom-fitted cheongsam Saeko had prepared was left with several new slits—each one surgically placed to enhance its see-through elegance.
Not a cut too long, not a cut too short.
This was a special outfit—thin and nearly transparent.
Even with such gossamer fabric, Kuzeha managed to cut it precisely without ever grazing her skin.
Saeko was in awe.
"Kuzeha-kun's swordsmanship is simply divine!"
"And Busujima-senpai's figure is an absolute visual delight," Kuzeha said, thoroughly enjoying the sight.
She was wearing sheer, body-hugging pantyhose, damp with sweat and clinging to the curves of her long legs, glistening under the lights.
Noticing Kuzeha's gaze, Saeko bit her lip slightly.
She walked right up to him and boldly gave him a kiss on the cheek.
The warmth radiating off her body mixed with her elegant fragrance, forming an intoxicating scent that stirred the senses.
Feeling the softness of her lips, Kuzeha looked at her in surprise.
The girl smiled softly, like a blooming violet.
"A mature woman knows when to give a man a little reward."
"Are you praising yourself, Senpai?"
Saeko gave a teasing hum.
"You better look forward to what you'll get after the tournament, Kuzeha-kun."
With how forward Saeko was being, Kuzeha couldn't help but raise his expectations.
...
Back at home, Kuzeha was still holding a wooden sword, guiding his two younger sisters.
Compared to his spar with Saeko, instructing Suguha and Kanao was a lot more relaxed.
There were no tight-fitting outfits to distract him, after all.
"The tournament is in three days?"
During a break, Kuzeha asked.
Suguha nodded.
Kuzeha then offered a suggestion.
"The captain of our school's kendo club is pretty skilled. Want to spar with her before the tournament?"
With their current abilities, it was unlikely anyone in the tournament could beat them. But Kendo wasn't about just one match.
Kuzeha wanted them to gain more experience by facing tougher opponents.
"The captain of Sobu High's kendo club… that's Busujima Saeko-senpai, right?"
Suguha suddenly recalled the name and asked quickly.
"You know her?"
"Of course! Senpai's a superstar in the high school kendo scene—strength, beauty, and grace, all in one!"
There was a hint of admiration in her voice, like she longed to become such a strong, elegant woman herself someday.
"You're not so bad yourself."
"When our Suguha gets to high school, she'll definitely surpass Saeko."
Kuzeha ruffled her hair.
"Kuzeha-nii, seriously, you're just teasing me…" she mumbled, looking down bashfully—but her eyes curved into smiling crescents.
Kuzeha didn't reply, just smiled quietly.
With his personal training, it was only natural that Suguha would one day surpass Saeko.
At the very least, in terms of curves… she already had a bit of an edge.
...
That night.
Just as Kuzeha was about to sleep, he noticed a light come on in the Izumi household room directly across from his window.
He was surprised.
He had a rough idea of the house layout, and that room had always been empty—neither Izumi-san nor her daughter used it.
He'd almost never seen the light on in that room.
Then he saw Mrs. Izumi sneak into the room and begin rummaging through the cabinet.
A moment later, she pulled out a suitcase roughly the size of a school bag.
Kuzeha watched curiously as she opened it—and saw her take out one… then another… of some very specific little toys.
In that moment, he immediately understood.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Mrs. Izumi bit her red lip—only to hear a sound that made her freeze.
She turned her head toward the window in a panic.
There, right across the way, was the handsome boy with an unreadable smile watching her.
Mrs. Izumi's face flushed bright red in an instant.
"Crap… I forgot to close the curtains…"
But then she quickly consoled herself.
"No big deal, I can explain this… Yeah, it's for creative reference! As a doujin artist, it's important to study these things for accuracy!"
Just as she was figuring out her excuse, she received a message from Kuzeha.
"Aunt Izumi, there's a part in this latest doujin that I didn't quite understand. Could you help explain it to me?"
Seeing the message, she immediately remembered the teasing words she'd said to the boy yesterday morning…
And the image attached—was the cover of the very doujin she'd uploaded the day before.
Mrs. Izumi's heart, already fluttering, suddenly started racing.
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