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.
