This move instantly highlighted her sultry figure.

If she were to pour a bucket of water over herself, it would definitely make the boys restless.

The black stockings hugged her legs; Natsuka Yanagimachi deliberately raised the hem of her skirt to accentuate her hips, making her legs look even longer for a more alluring effect.

According to the theories she learned from books, 99% of men can't resist long legs in black stockings.

What she wanted to do now was to showcase her figure and make Aozawa see her in a new light.

"Summer Flower, you look so beautiful."

Hojo Shouko clapped and praised.

To match Natsuka Yanagimachi's action, she intentionally wrapped herself up tightly, revealing nothing.

Even her stockings were colorful, resembling two Alpine lollipops that made one want to taste their sweetness.

Natsuka Yanagimachi's eyebrows showed a hint of pride.

Love at first sight is a poetic way of saying it; in common terms, it's lust at first sight.

It's about men being suddenly stunned by a woman's beauty.

This awe isn't about how beautiful a woman is but about a man's aesthetic preference.

A woman just needs to show the beauty that fits a man's aesthetic at the right time, and there's a great chance it'll lead to love at first sight.

Hearing footsteps outside the window, Natsuka Yanagimachi quickly propped her right hand against the wall, lifting the hair by her left temple, her body tilted to showcase her graceful curves.

She raised her head, not speaking, as if in deep thought.

Aozawa walked to the window and immediately saw the two girls in the activity room.

He also noticed Natsuka Yanagimachi standing against the wall.

His gaze was instantly captured.

Feeling Aozawa's gaze, Natsuka Yanagimachi's heart began to race, feeling that her tactic was effective.

"Summer Flower, what on earth are you doing?"

Aozawa threw out this question.

He saw her action as someone overly proud after finding a gold bracelet.

As a fitting sidekick, he naturally needed to say something to provoke a reaction from her.

Questioning was clearly the right choice, piquing her interest to prove him wrong.

Natsuka Yanagimachi's arm almost gave way, nearly causing her head to hit the wall; this reaction didn't seem like someone captivated by her looks.

His clear and serious expression gave away nothing.

Is my figure really that unattractive?

That can't be!

Natsuka Yanagimachi wondered in her heart.

Speaking strictly of size, she wouldn't lose to Hojo Shouko.

The only conclusion she could reach was that Aozawa-senpai didn't see her as a girl.

No love, no spark.

This means I have no chance at all, right?

Natsuka Yanagimachi suddenly felt like giving up, as she wasn't someone with unyielding determination.

Thinking of the possible difficulties, she wanted to retreat.

"You don't understand; I found a gold bracelet in the park yesterday."

Not wanting to show a defeated expression, she forced an exaggerated look as usual, trying to cover up her disappointment.

Aozawa sensed something amiss.

If she wanted to show off the gold bracelet, why did she seem so reluctant?

He was still pondering the reason.

Natsuka Yanagimachi moved ahead to snatch the bento from Hojo Shouko's hands, stepping forward, "Alright then, Aozawa-senpai, take the bento and go quickly."

Aozawa watched her approach, noticing that she hadn't buttoned three of her shirt buttons.

In her movement, the sight of white waves slightly distracted his attention.

Handing him the bento, she noticed he didn't immediately take it and looked at his expression.

Her once gloomy mood suddenly improved.

She instantly stood up straight, a mischievous smile on her face, "Aozawa-senpai, your gaze is quite off!"

Seeing her smug expression, Aozawa took the bento calmly, "I was just showing my respect for you."

"Hehe."

She chuckled, folding her arms, "Senpai, H~"

Aozawa said nothing more.

In such situations, even putting on a gentleman's demeanor couldn't justify it.

Explaining would only make things worse.

The wise decision was not to explain.

He turned to Hojo Shouko, "Shouko, I'm leaving first."

"Okay."

Hojo Shouko nodded obediently, stepping forward to see Aozawa off, saying, "Summer Flower, if you keep talking like that, Aozawa-senpai might not look at you next time."

"I'm just used to it."

Natsuka Yanagimachi scratched her head, also revealing a regretful expression; in her moment of pride, she couldn't resist teasing Aozawa.

But knowing he still paid attention to her body also made her feel that it wasn't as hopeless as she imagined.

This tactic shouldn't be overused, lest it gets dull.

What should be the next move?

Natsuka Yanagimachi fell into troubled thoughts.

...

Aozawa was also troubled by what had just happened, feeling that Natsuka Yanagimachi's response was a bit off.

So was Shouko.

She hadn't personally handed him the bento but stood like a backdrop.

Although Hojo Shouko was usually quiet, she wasn't to the point of fading into the air.

Natsuka Yanagimachi's outfit was also somewhat off.

That reaction... No, impossible!

Aozawa looked at the bento in his hand, feeling he might be overthinking it, likely it was the gold bracelet that excited her.

Combined with today's stuffy weather, undoing three buttons to cool down wasn't out of the question.

The key was the friendship between Natsuka Yanagimachi and Hojo Shouko.

There couldn't be any funny ideas between them.

Even the generous Ayatsuki Ayaka wouldn't agree to Takahashi or Miyahara having any close relationships with Aozawa.

Let alone the obedient and quiet Hojo Shouko.

She would never agree to such things with her friend.

Wait, when did my thoughts become so dangerous?!

Aozawa suddenly realized he was getting too close to dangerous thoughts.

Suspecting such things wasn't normal.

Shaking his head, he stopped pondering those questions and walked to the back of the teaching building.

The branches were already bare, and the grass tips looked yellow.

Even bolder than the three buttons was the unbuttoned fourth button on the shirt.

The revealed sight caught Aozawa's eyes into an unescapable chasm, clearly seeing the purple patterns beneath.

Aozawa didn't need to think hard to understand that this wasn't about the weather; it was a deliberate act.

"It's so stuffy today, Aozawa-kun."

Arakawa Reina was sitting cross-legged like a duck, fanning herself with her right hand, her chest feeling a rush of coolness.

The black-framed glasses had been removed, her eyes resembling a bright full moon, slightly off, highly intense.

Like a vulture spotting carrion.

She scanned Aozawa's body, her voice slightly suppressed, "Aren't you feeling hot wearing so much?"

"Honestly, I am a bit hot."

Aozawa readily removed his jacket and shirt, revealing his muscular upper body, sitting down beside her.

This kind of candidness, sitting with a girl having lunch on the school lawn, was an unusual experience.

Arakawa Reina eyed his muscular frame, swallowing hard, and asked, "Aozawa-kun, are you free this weekend?"

"Yes, I am."

Aozawa smiled.

As a master of time management, he confidently scheduled dates with multiple people in the morning and afternoon.

As long as he managed time and location well, there wouldn't be any problem.

His reason for maintaining a harem was to avoid neglecting anyone.

If he did, it would mean his ability was lacking.

What good would a harem be then?

Arakawa Reina's eyes flashed oddly; she thought his weekend would be fully booked but found he was still available.

After thinking for a moment, she smiled, "I happen to have something to do on Sunday; could you accompany me in the morning?"

"No problem."

Aozawa agreed readily, adding, "I'll notify you where to meet."

He said so because Phoenix Academy Maggie hadn't finalized the meeting place yet.

He needed to confirm the schedules later and make appropriate arrangements; he couldn't have one in the south and one in the north.

Even he would feel the pressure with such distances.