Losing on purpose was one thing, but how exactly to lose offered plenty of room for maneuvering.

"Just relying on the school's additional gym classes isn't enough. Why not invite Class D to join our training sessions after school every day?"

"Invite Class D?"

"The justification would be to ensure victory in the inter-grade matches. Helping Class D isn't something hard to accept."

"That's doable, but wouldn't it leak our class's capabilities?"

"Split into two groups—one in the indoor gym, the other on the outdoor track. Besides, Class D has no reason to leak intel. If they lose, they'll lose 100 points."

"That should work. Even if other classes scout us, they'll only get a rough idea. The real key is the participation list."

"Make sure to put in the effort," Kaoru mused. "The harder you try, the more crushing the defeat—especially when it's your own fault that the class loses. That way, they'll truly understand your ability."

Katsuragi stared at him in confusion.

Nothing in those words suggested any reason to lose—did it?"

Leaving aside the first-years, we need to study the second-years' strategies," Kaoru Mitoma continued.

"Losing in the grade-level competition deducts 100 points, and being last in the grade ranking also deducts 100 points. In the most ideal scenario, a single class could lose up to 200 points."

"Even if we lose in the grade-level competition, Nagumo's class might not necessarily lose," Katsuragi began to grasp his meaning.

"So, we need to find a way to make them lose. Losing just the grade-level competition can still be blamed on circumstances, but being at the bottom of the grade ranking would clearly be Nagumo Miyabi's own failure—proof of his incompetence." Kaoru already had a rough plan in mind.

He had plenty of rewards that could help, but the more unrealistic the methods, the harder they would be to explain.

In fact, such tactics might even allow Nagumo Miyabi to shift the blame onto mysterious phenomena.

"I don't have any objections, but we might also suffer heavy losses, which could unsettle everyone," Katsuragi hesitated.

Kaoru's strategy involved sacrificing some of their own gains to hurt the enemy.

"According to the point rankings, as long as we ensure that the White Group classes rank one or two places higher than the Red Group classes across the entire grade, we'll be fine. Our Class A can afford to take second place this time." Kaoru had already calculated everything.

This sports festival was entirely about winning through points, meaning the final outcome could be roughly predicted in advance.

Katsuragi Kouhei was momentarily stunned—this didn't seem entirely unacceptable.

But the question was: how would Kaoru manipulate the entire grade's points?

That, of course, was something Kaoru intended to keep secret.

First, he needed to assess the strength of the second-year rebels and whether they were capable of carrying out the upcoming mission.

...

Around 11 p.m.

Kaoru Mitoma silently observed the small group before him, especially after Kiriyama Ikuyo introduced them as the rebels who dared to oppose Nagumo Miyabi.

His silence deepened.

"I know our numbers are a bit small, but everyone here genuinely resents Nagumo. If we can achieve something significant, others will quickly follow," Kiriyama Ikuyo explained, though even he lacked confidence in his own words.

"Honestly, you've already exceeded my initial expectations," Kaoru admitted honestly.

Under Nagumo Miyabi's combination of force and persuasion, Kiriyama Ikuyo had still managed to bring four or five people, including one from Class A.

That was already impressive.

Seeing that Kaoru wasn't mocking him, Kiriyama Ikuyo sighed in relief but also felt a twinge of shame.

"Even though I'm the leader of my class, that doesn't mean everyone listens to me. I can only do my best to meet your requests—please don't take it the wrong way."

At this point, Kaoru naturally couldn't criticize him.

Anyone who could make Horikita Manabu wary was certainly no pushover.

If Kiriyama Ikuyo still had full control over his class, Kaoru would have doubted how he had ever lost to Nagumo Miyabi in the first place.

"Hahaha, Kiriyama, I never thought I'd see the day you'd act so meek! This is hilarious!"

Before the person even arrived, a clear and melodious laughter reached the ears of everyone present, prompting Kaoru Mitoma to turn towards the source of the sound.

A slender yet tall figure emerged from the darkness, the moonlight igniting her snow-white skin, casting a dazzling silver glow.

A haughty smile graced her delicate face as cold-toned light flowed through her slender eyes.

She locked her gaze unwaveringly with Kaoru Mitoma's, like a firefly floating in the night, its flickering glow exuding an almost bewitching allure.

Ignoring the surrounding stares, she walked past the crowd and stopped before Kaoru Mitoma and Kiriyama Ikuyo.

"This is Kiryuin, a fellow student from Class B like me. Though I'm sure you already know her," Kiriyama Ikuyo said with obvious distaste but forced herself to continue the introduction.

"Kiryuin, this is Mitoma. He's taken a liking to you."

The moment Kiryuin Fuka appeared, countless desires flashed through Kaoru Mitoma's mind.

[Senpai, senpai, hit me!]

[Put on a collar, wear a maid outfit, and lower that proud head to serve her master.]

[Needing senpai's hugs every morning just to get out of bed.]

[Being younger than senpai, so she'd dote on me like a child.]

[Kiryuin's powerful thighs—it's not just about licking, I need to grope them!]

[Wanting to have a sweet, romantic relationship with the adorable senpai.]

"I know. It's not our first meeting," Kiryuin Fuka said, sizing up Kaoru Mitoma with an amused smirk.

"Even if this is a blind date setup, your looks aren't bad. Kiriyama, your taste is impressive."

It was clear—this was a carnivorous senpai.

But what did she mean by 'blind date'?

Had Kiriyama Ikuyo even conveyed his words properly?

"Senpai, do you know what my request is?" Kaoru Mitoma asked.

Even from his perspective, Kiryuin Fuka was undeniably tall, standing over 170 cm with a pair of flawless long legs.

Beneath the slightly glossy black stockings, her thighs looked plump and full, while her calves carried an almost creamy smoothness.

Her stance was anything but ladylike—one hand on her hip, her rounded chin slightly raised as she met Kaoru Mitoma's gaze without hesitation.

It almost seemed like she was puffing out her chest, her well-developed body already exuding a mature allure that made one want to bury themselves in it.

"I do. A perverted yet interesting kohai—this is my first time meeting someone like you," Kiryuin Fū=uka replied, clearly intrigued.

"See, Kiriyama? I really am adorable, effortlessly capturing a little kohai's heart."

Kaoru Mitoma had expected her to at least question his motives, but instead, she seemed utterly confident in her charm, even ignoring Kiriyama Ikuyo's exasperated expression.

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