Chapter 15: Ambushing Qing Ling Meilong on the Top Floor of the Academic Building (Begging for Continued Reading)

Petals of cherry blossoms drifted down onto the branches, while fallen leaves rustled under the gentle breeze. The campus was suffused with a faint fragrance, and students lounged beneath the cherry trees, basking in the tranquil sunlight of the afternoon.

Though October’s cherry blossoms could hardly rival those of March or April, they adorned the autumn campus with a unique charm.

It was a dreamlike beauty, unreal and ethereal.

Inside the classroom, Mirei Kiryu nonchalantly placed her small feet, clad in white knee-high socks, on Haruhi Harano’s lap, her expression mocking as she gazed at the plump boy before her.

Haruhi Harano panted for breath, struggling to keep his composure.

“Well, you fat oaf, how does it feel?” Mirei’s tone was light, yet she seemed to be watching a farce. Sated and at ease, she had reverted to her usual tyrannical self—a bully and a witch who delighted in tormenting others.

Haruhi gripped her restless foot, his breath ragged. “Come with me somewhere,” he said to Mirei.

Hmm?

Five minutes later—

Haruhi arrived at the top floor of the school building. He glanced around, seeing no one else. Mirei followed close behind, striding on her long legs, wholly absorbed in admiring the school scenery.

With a decisive click, Haruhi shut the door behind them, ensuring no uninvited guests would intrude on his plans.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mirei turned at the sound, her delicate brows drawing together in annoyance.

A breeze swept by, lifting the hem of her red plaid skirt, conjuring all manner of suggestive thoughts. Golden strands of hair clung to the corner of her lips, and Haruhi was reminded of the night before.

Without giving her a chance to react, he pulled her into his arms, pressing their bodies close. The freshness of her youth, her subtle fragrance, overwhelmed Haruhi’s senses.

“You fat oaf, what do you think you’re doing?”

Mirei struggled twice, but Haruhi’s grip on her wrist was unyielding.

“That was a reward for you just now. If you dare do anything to me now, you’d better watch out, or I’ll—”

Her threat was cut short as she felt a sharp smack on her backside. The culprit didn’t withdraw but instead kneaded her firmly.

“You—!”

Mirei’s face flushed a deep crimson, a surge of shame and anger flooding her mind.

She parted her rosy lips to protest, but Haruhi seized the chance and stole a kiss.

Mirei’s eyes widened in disbelief. Her thoughts were in chaos—how could she be taken advantage of by this fat oaf, and in school no less!

Recovering her wits, she began struggling fiercely, pounding his solid shoulders, intending to bite his lips. But Haruhi was quick, taking advantage of the moment to kiss her again.

She considered kneeing him, but he seemed prepared; he lifted her effortlessly and pressed her against the iron door.

After a few more futile struggles, Mirei’s resistance waned. Her slender arms instinctively wrapped around Haruhi’s neck.

Cherry blossoms swirled around them, and time slipped away unnoticed. Only when Mirei began to feel breathless did Haruhi finally set her down.

He had to admit, he really needed to get in better shape. Even just holding Mirei had left him exhausted.

Without a fit body, he wouldn’t even be able to attempt the more difficult gymnastics moves in the future. He resolved that, once he maxed out his charm, he would focus on building stamina.

Mirei lowered her head, her delicate features flushed with mortification. She wiped her now-swollen lips.

“You fat oaf!”

She swung her fist and landed it hard in Haruhi’s stomach.

“Damn!” Lost in thought, Haruhi hadn’t seen it coming and took the blow directly.

The little delinquent didn’t hold back, and Haruhi winced in pain, dropping into a half-crouch.

When he looked up, he saw Mirei’s face twisted in disdain. She contemplated stepping on his shoulder to teach him a lesson, but after a moment’s thought, she slipped off her shoes and placed her sock-clad foot firmly on his shoulder, her expression cold.

“If you dare treat me like this again, I’ll make sure you can’t stay in this school! I mean it!”

Gazing at the familiar cartoon character on his shirt, Haruhi wondered if he should get Mirei some new clothes. He’d learned from the system that she was completely broke at the moment.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” Mirei, feeling disrespected, pressed her small foot harder on his shoulder. “Are you even listening, you fat oaf?”

Today, she had to establish her authority at home. Otherwise, who knew what this fat oaf might try in the future!

“Don’t get carried away just because I gave you a little favor. Know your place, and face reality!”

Mirei continued her one-sided tirade.

Haruhi had caught his breath. Watching cartoons was getting dull, so he yawned and nodded.

“Yeah, I get it. What do you want for dinner tonight?”

Mirei was taken aback, her scornful expression replaced by confusion.

“I asked, what do you want to eat tonight? I need to go to the supermarket after school to buy ingredients.” Haruhi patiently repeated, giving her foot a gentle pat to signal her to get off.

Mirei withdrew her foot, lowered her head and muttered, “I want the lamb you made last night…”

“No, lamb gets tiresome if you eat too much.” Haruhi stood, straightened his clothes, and opened the iron door.

“It doesn’t! I want more!” Mirei protested stubbornly, trailing after him. “No, you have to make that lamb dish again tonight!”

Just remembering the taste of cumin lamb made her swallow hungrily.

“If you want lamb, let’s have Sichuan hot pot tonight,” Haruhi suggested, walking ahead.

“Sichuan hot pot? Is that another dish from Huaxia?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Well, fine! I’ll entrust you with the noble mission of preparing dinner for me tonight!” Mirei declared, following him, chattering away in a language Haruhi couldn’t understand, her face full of pride.

By the time they returned to the classroom, most of their classmates had already arrived. Their entrance caused little stir.

After all, no one would ever imagine these two were from different worlds. Haruhi and Mirei both returned to their usual expressions, said nothing, and took their seats.