All the Heroines are my Ex-girlfriends-Chapter 198: Chương : "It’s been so long, Yuki!"

Chương 198: "It's been so long, Yuki!"

Shuchiin Private Academy.

Located in Minato, Tokyo, this is an integrated academy.

From kindergarten to university, it offers a continuous educational system, while also allowing mid-term admissions.

This academy was established as an educational institution for nobility.

Even though the aristocratic system has been abolished, this place remains the cradle for Japan's elites and politicians.

"By the way, for the past thirty years, ninety percent of Shuchiin's funding has come from the Shinomiya Group."

"The current chairman of the school board is the eldest son of the Shinomiya Group—Shinomiya Oka-sama."

These words are part of Hayasaka Ai's explanation.

The sections without quotation marks have been condensed for brevity.

In reality, the introduction is far more detailed and complex.

Today, Hayasaka Ai appears in a new form.

Not as the cold-faced maid of the Shinomiya estate.

Nor as the adorable noble lady "Hasaka" at the girls' academy.

But as an ordinary student at Shuchiin, officially unrelated to Shinomiya Kaguya.

A persona built as a gyaru.

A ponytail, light makeup, and cute nail polish.

According to Hayasaka Ai, her true identity is a maid of the Shinomiya family.

Hiding within Shuchiin Academy to ensure the safety of Shinomiya Kaguya.

This time, she was dragged by the student council to serve as a lackey for greeting the exchange student.

Sounds reasonable enough.

Yukima Azuma happily accepted this setup.

And was also quite intrigued by observing Hayasaka Ai like this.

"Yukima... -san... what are you smiling about?"

(｡· v ·｡) ?

Seeing Yukima Azuma smirk, Hayasaka Ai couldn't help but curiously ask.

Ever since she pretended to sleep and got struck straight in the heart by Yukima Azuma's Cupid arrow—

She had started paying special attention to Yukima Azuma.

Because perhaps he was the only person in this world—

Who could see through all the masks she wore.

And still liked the true self behind those masks.

To be confessed to like that—for her real self—no amount of training—

Could stop Hayasaka Ai from overthinking.

"Hayasaka, watching you is quite interesting."

(˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

Yukima Azuma responded with a smile.

Hearing this, Hayasaka Ai couldn't help but pout.

(｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)

Did he find it amusing that she switched masks?

If someone else had said that, Hayasaka Ai would have just brushed it off.

But Yukima Azuma—the one who had seen through her true self—saying such things made her a little annoyed.

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"So that's how it is, Yukima-san likes gyaru girls?"

"Not at all, it's interesting because gyaru is Hayasaka Ai."

(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

"This is just a disguise to blend into Shuchiin, a mask—what's so fascinating about it?"

"Hayasaka, do you know? People cannot pretend or act out something they don't understand."

Yukima Azuma lightly wagged his finger.

"Every disguise and performance stems from one's own self."

"The mask is painted by Hayasaka Ai herself."

"If you aren't blinded by those strokes, you can glimpse a part of the painter's true heart."

"Through this, one can understand a person—even see things they themselves have never realized."

"If someone has a thousand masks, then when pieced together, their true self will be revealed."

"So? Don't you find that fascinating?"

Hearing Yukima Azuma's words, Hayasaka Ai averted her gaze slightly.

A faint blush spread across her fair face.

(,,>﹏<,,)

This guy... what kind of nonsense is he spouting?

A mask is just a mask—there's no such thing as a "true heart."

But... can he really see through them?

How impressive!

Hayasaka Ai was completely floored by Yukima Azuma's words.

Walking along the street in front of Shuchiin Academy, it wasn't until they reached the school gate that she finally snapped out of it.

"Yukima-san, would you like to tour the school first, or head straight to the student council to complete the procedures?"

As she asked this, Hayasaka Ai unconsciously fiddled with the hem of her skirt.

That all-capable maid—also had endearing little gestures like an ordinary girl.

Moreover, this time, she wasn't acting at all.

"If we tour the academy, will Hayasaka continue as my guide?"

"That's right."

"Then please guide me around the academy, Hayasaka."

"Alright."

It was currently the morning class session.

Passing by the lecture buildings, the voices of teachers lecturing could be heard.

There was almost no noisy chatter.

The academic atmosphere at Toyogasaki was already considered good.

But Shuchiin was even more disciplined and orderly.

Though strictness didn't necessarily equate to quality, it certainly left an elite first impression.

"The class you'll be in is 1-B, Yukima-san."

As they passed by the classroom corridor, Hayasaka Ai casually mentioned.

Yukima Azuma nodded and curiously asked, "What about you, Hayasaka?"

"I'm in 1-E." Hayasaka pointed to herself before continuing, "Kaguya-sama is in Class A, and Secretary Fujiwara is in Class B."

The corner of Yukima's mouth twitched.

He would be in the same class as Fujiwara Chika...

.....

The two of them finished their tour around Shuchiin.

By the time the morning classes ended, they headed toward the student council.

The student council was located in a separate section of the academic building.

It was an independent room at the end of the hallway, completely isolated from the common student areas.

The door was massive, and the space inside was even grander.

But perhaps the biggest thing there was power.

Looking at the heavy student council room door, Yukima Azuma couldn't help but wonder if this place was fit for building a harem.

The president of Shuchiin's student council had the authority to appoint or dismiss any position within the council.

As well as control the budget allocation for all clubs.

The total annual expenditure for Shuchiin's clubs ranged between 300 to 500 million yen.

The student council had full discretion over how this money was used.

And the only way to become the president was through election.

One had to win over club presidents while painting a vision that appealed to the students during the campaign.

As long as one could secure the student council president's seat—

Then, in this secluded corner of the student council...

Wouldn't it only take a single command to do whatever one wanted?

Pull all the girls he liked into the student council and assign them some positions.

Then indulge in a daily life of luxurious depravity—

Ahem.

Luckily, the current student council president was Shinomiya Kaguya.

The student council wouldn't turn into a den of degeneracy, alcohol, and debauchery.

Yukima Azuma checked himself for his improper thoughts.

"Please wait inside, Yukima-san. Kaguya-sama should arrive after class."

Hayasaka Ai said, though she had no intention of stepping in.

Within the school, she was just an ordinary student.

Moreover, she had no official connection to Shinomiya Kaguya or Fujiwara Chika.

—

Yukima watched Hayasaka's figure disappear.

Then, turning back, he pushed open the student council room door.

The antique, heavy door creaked slightly as it opened.

Even before stepping inside, he caught a faint scent of tea.

Gentle sunlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room.

Inside the spacious room, a girl stood before a display cabinet.

In her hands was an exquisite tea set.

Hearing the noise, the girl turned her head.

The moment she saw the boy's face, her eyes flashed with surprise and joy.

But she quickly suppressed those emotions.

"You must be Yukima Azuma-san, right? Please, have a seat!"

The girl smiled radiantly.

She led Yukima to the long table in the student council room.

Then, she placed a cup of tea in front of him.

The tea had just been brewed, its delicate fragrance drifting through the air.

Clearly, this girl had just prepared tea to welcome him.

"Please, enjoy."

Yukima lifted the teacup and took a sip.

A slight bitterness touched the tip of his tongue, but the aftertaste was refreshingly sweet, making him narrow his eyes in satisfaction.

This tea was a premium blend, exclusively ordered by Shuchiin.

And the one who brewed it was Suou Yuki.

More importantly, she had chosen the exact type of tea Yukima Azuma liked best.

"How is it? Tasty?"

The girl blinked eagerly, watching Yukima with curiosity.

"It's delicious—the best tea I've ever had."

Yukima genuinely praised.

The girl clapped her hands together. "I'm glad Yukima-san likes it!"

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she began introducing herself.

Her fingers gently pressed against the red ribbon on her sailor uniform collar.

The movement subtly highlighted her curves.

At a glance, at least a C-cup!

"I'm Suou Yuki, currently a first-year student and the Cultural Committee member of Shuchiin's student council."

"Nice to meet you... really, really nice! We're classmates now, so just call me Yuki!"

Yukima's gaze flickered with momentary daze.

To him, it felt as if only a short time had passed.

But the changes in the girl before him proved that three years had truly gone by.

Suou Yuki had already been outstanding among her peers in middle school.

But back then, her emotions were always visible in her eyes.

Now, everything was carefully concealed.

The biggest change was in her gestures and demeanor.

Three years had passed, and every movement she made was elegant and composed.

No longer the clumsy girl of the past, she now carried herself with the grace of a refined lady.

Even her physique had changed drastically.

Once frail and sickly, she had now blossomed into a beautiful and graceful young woman.

Gone was the thin, delicate girl from before—her cheeks now held a healthy pink glow.

A once forgettable silhouette had transformed into the epitome of an aristocratic lady.

The only thing that hadn't changed—

Were her eyes.

The way she looked at him was exactly the same as three years ago.

For the past three years, Suou Yuki had diligently undergone the heir training program of the Suou family.

Who knew how much hardship she had endured to become the person she was now?

She had just recently graduated from the strict guidance of the Suou household.

Now, she was a true noble heiress, ready to carry the weight of her family's legacy.

Even with the person she had longed for day and night standing right before her—

She could still restrain the fervor of her heart.

She maintained a calm and composed demeanor for their reunion.

Faced with a girl who hid her longing behind an elegant facade—

Yukima Azuma couldn't bring himself to tease her.

So instead—

"It's been so long, Yuki!"