Stealing Spree-Chapter 2493: How is this any different?

Upon seeing me, Ryouko-san stopped in her steps and returned to her office. I followed her in and spent the next ten minutes partly helping her polish the small activity she prepared and partly pampering each other.

Well, the split was 10-90. She didn’t really need that much help with her activity because it was simple enough; she just wanted to have a reason to delay her class so she could spend time with me.

Alas, ten minutes was all we could stretch, because, like Shio, she was worried I wouldn’t have that much time to visit Orimura and Hayashi-sensei.

Thinking about it... with the number of offices I was visiting every day going up to four since the addition of those two for the ’correction’ and ’report’, I should start dedicating the whole lunch break on certain days instead. That way, I would not be so hard-pressed to squeeze these visits in the little time I would have left after eating lunch with my girls.

I was too greedy, after all.

I kept adding girls causing the quality time I could spend with each girl to shrink gradually.

Even if everyone was happy with the way things were going, it just felt a little insincere on my part.

Who would be truly satisfied with a few minutes? But then again, this was an inevitable outcome because I couldn’t stop falling for more girls.

And the girls were just accepting all of it instead of stopping me.

Not that I’m putting the blame on them because this is clearly all on me. It’s just impossible to squeeze everyone in a day.

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So what’s the solution? Stopping our gathering every lunch break?

No.... I should stop myself from spreading myself thinly and give the girls what they deserve even if it takes a few days to go through all of them. I can’t keep juggling everyone like this.

There were things that could be considered inevitable but those I could control... I guess I should.

It’s already quite unfair that I could truly spend a lot of time with the girls from the other school. And as for the girls in this school, it’s also gradually getting tougher.

But of course, I couldn’t decide this by myself. I had to hear their thoughts.

For now... I’d do what I set out to do here.

After seeing Ryouko-san out of the Administration Building, I made my way to Orimura-sensei’s office.

"Shameless brat, you look like you just went through a stressful time. What are you thinking about?" Orimura-sensei said the moment I stepped inside her office.

She was standing there with arms crossed, clearly expecting my arrival.

"Oh, I was just thinking about how I can spend more meaningful time with all of you."

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"Huh? All of us? Why are you including me there?"

"Why not?"

"B-because! I’m not like... them."

"Heh. Sensei, until when will you keep being dishonest like this?" I shook my head and made my way to her.

"Shut up. What we’re doing here is... for your correction." Despite the color of her cheeks turning red, Orimura-sensei adamantly maintained her stance. She’s always been like this, stubborn as a mule even though she’s always melting in my kisses and embraces.

"And it looks like I’m making progress, shameless brat. What you’re thinking about is... how to give us more of your undivided attention."

Are we making progress? Well, there’s a little truth sprinkled in that. But then again, I still won’t give up on anyone.

"Then, how should I thank you, sensei?"

Zeroing our distance, my arms stretched to enclose her in a gentle but firm embrace. Orimura-sensei’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t resist. Instead, she let out a soft sigh. Her body once again melted into the warmth of my arms. Her hands tentatively reached up to clutch my shirt and pulled me closer.

"Just stop being shameless for once."

Her voice was close to a whisper. Slowly, we moved from standing in the middle of the office to sitting down on her couch. My hands didn’t leave her waist and her hands remained on my shirt.

"Sensei, I have to let go of you if I do that," I whispered back, leaning down to kiss her neck, making her squirm in my arm. She lightly tapped my arm but the way she leaned further into my touch spoke volumes. "Besides, if I stop being shameless, won’t that mean you don’t have to correct me anymore?"

"... That’s different! It should only be temporary."

"Temporary? Explain it properly, sensei."

I watched the subtle changes in her expression as it went from flustered to slightly annoyed, but the warmth in her eyes never wavered. "I mean, if you can control yourself, then maybe I won’t need to correct you."

"Alright. Then, I’ll do that for you." I loosened my hold on her and slowly backed away, taking the seat opposite of hers.

Her eyes followed me, bearing the sense of loss that one would feel when a warm blanket was suddenly removed. She pouted, clearly not expecting that I’d take her words to heart.

She fidgeted a bit, clearly missing the warmth of my embrace, but she tried to keep her composure as she sat straight, her eyes still on me. "What? Why did you let go?"

"I controlled myself, sensei. Isn’t this what you wanted? I think it’ll be enough for me to just admire you from this distance. It’s still going to be meaningful, no?"

Orimura-sensei’s eyes narrowed before biting her lip. She looked torn between her own words and the sudden lack of warmth that she already got used to whenever we were together.

"W-well, I guess it’s fine for now. But you still have to come to me for... you know, ’correction’."

"Mhm. I’ll do that. Well then... Do you have a lesson prepared for me regarding that correction? I’ve just told you. I realized how I’m wronging all of you for spreading myself so thinly."

"Well, I did prepare something, but it’s more of a... physical exercise. To help with your... focus."

Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and she fumbled with the papers on her desk. I couldn’t help but smirk at her shift from her usual sharp-tongued demeanor.

"Physical exercise?"

"Yes. Come back here," She said, gesturing towards the couch, the space I vacated, "We need to... work on your impulse control."

"That again, huh? I remember last time you were the one who lost control, sensei. Will it be different this time?"

"I’ve improved my technique!"

"Is that so?" I raised an eyebrow, playing along with the game she was setting up. "Alright then... I’m on your mercy, sensei."

I stood up again, returning to her side. And even before I could take a seat, Orimura-sensei pulled me into another embrace, her arms wrapping around my neck, her body pressing into me. She leaned in and whispered, "Let’s see if you really have improved, shameless brat."

Without hesitation, I sat on the couch and she followed, her legs straddling mine.

Orimura-sensei’s hands began to explore my chest as she searched for any signs of restlessness. Her touch was gentle, almost therapeutic but I knew what she was up to.

How is this any different from last time?