Reborn in Classroom Of The Elite With A Lust System

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Suzune, are you there?"

Yuta? How is he here so quickly?

"Yeah, just a minute!"

Calm down, Suzune. You've got this. Just tell him.

I opened the door and found him standing there, framed in the dim glow of the hallway lights. He was still in his school uniform, even though it was well past 9 p.m. His effortless charm was enough to make my heart race.

"That was... unusually quick," I said, trying to sound casual.

"I was nearby, so it didn't take long."

Nearby? What's that supposed to mean?

"Nearby? Were you at another girl's place?"

He smirked, sidestepping the question with his usual ease. "Anyway, you look good. Black dolphin shorts and a white T-shirt? That's a dangerous combo to wear, especially when inviting a guy over at night."

I felt a blush creep up my neck. I wore this for you, but you were out spending time with another woman?

"Don't ignore my question," I pressed.

"What question?" His eyes glinted with mischief.

"Don't play dumb with me."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Okay, listen. Even if I was at another girl's place, does it matter? You texted me, and I came straight here. Either you tell me what's on your mind, or I'm leaving, Suzune."

His tone was calm but firm as he turned his back to me.

"Wait!" I blurted, grabbing his arm. Before I could think twice, I rested my forehead against his back.

"I'm sorry. Please don't be mad," I whispered, my voice trembling.

His back was warm, comforting. I could stay like this forever.

He turned around and gently cupped my cheek, his gaze softening. "How could I ever be mad at you, Suzune? Now, are we staying out here all night, or are you inviting me in?"

"Yeah. Please, come in."

Once inside, I gestured to the sofa. "Sit down. Do you want some tea or something?"

"No thanks. So, what's on your mind?"

I sat down beside him, fidgeting with the remote. "What do you want to watch?"

"There's a football match on—Europa League, I think. Put it on if you're interested."

"Football?" I said, trying not to sound clueless.

"Or," he added, noticing my hesitation, "a movie's fine. Or that mage-fighting show—I can't remember the name, but you know the one."

"I'll find something," I replied, flipping through channels until I landed on a movie.

"Spider-Man 3," I announced, more to myself than him.

"Spider-Man 3," he echoed, settling in.

The moment stretched, the movie playing in the background as my nerves built up.

"Yuta," I began, "I wanted to talk about what Sensei told us today."

"About the practical exam or something else?"

"Mostly what she said about our class. I've been thinking about how we can move up to Class A."

"And?" His eyes were sharp, attentive.

I explained my thoughts, how we needed to beat Class C first, then build momentum from there. His responses were thoughtful, if not a little blunt—typical Yuta. He wasn't wrong, though; our classmates were a mess, and the looming threat of expulsion hung over us like a dark cloud.

"I don't belong in Class D," I admitted, lowering my gaze.

He leaned back, crossing his arms. "You're not wrong. But you know why you're here, don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're arrogant, antisocial, and stubborn. Sure, you're smart and disciplined, but that's not enough. You lack the softer qualities—things that make people want to work with you instead of against you. You lack things that makes a woman into a lady. "

I stiffened, his words cutting deeper than I expected.

"If that's the case, why aren't you in Class A? You're talented, smart, sociable, and strong. You have everything. Don't you feel frustrated being stuck here?"

He smiled faintly. "No."

"Why not?"

"Because being at the bottom teaches you things the top can't. You learn to fail, to adapt. That's how you grow."

I fell silent, his words stirring something in me.

"If you want your brother's acknowledgment," he continued, "work your way to the top. Earn it. That'll mean more than anything."

I nodded, his confidence in me rekindling my resolve.

As the conversation wound down, I couldn't ignore the way he still wore his uniform.

"Why are you still in that?" I asked.

"My AC broke," he replied with a shrug. "The room's unbearable, so I haven't been staying there."

"Then where did you sleep last night?"

"A friend's place."

"A girl's place?" I pressed, my heart sinking.

"Yeah. Hoshinomiya-sensei's."

"What?!"

"Teachers have bigger rooms," he explained, nonchalant. "She had an extra futon. Nothing weird."

Before I could dwell on that, he stood. "Anyway, I should get going."

"Wait," I said, panic bubbling up.

He turned, raising a brow. "What is it?"

Just do it, Suzune.

I stepped closer, my pulse racing. "Can you… stay here tonight?"

His surprise was brief, replaced by a gentle smile. "Why?"

I hesitated, then pressed my head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Because I… I want you, Yuta~"

Before he could respond, I tilted my head up and kissed him. His lips were soft, warm, and everything I'd imagined. My heart pounded as I pressed closer, my nerves and excitement tangling into a whirlwind.

Time seemed to stop. His hands hesitated for a moment before sliding around my waist, pulling me closer. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down my spine as the kiss deepened. His tongue brushed against mine, tentative at first, then more assured.

I pushed him gently onto the sofa, straddling him as I leaned in for another kiss. My lips moved against his, greedily savoring the sensation. His hands trailed down my back, settling at my waist, then moving lower until they found their place on my hips.

*SLAP*

A sharp, playful spank landed on me, making me moan softly. "A-ahhh~" The sound escaped my lips before I could stop it, blending into the deepening kiss.

His lips curled into a smirk against mine, and I could feel his confidence growing as the kiss became more urgent, his tongue exploring mine with practiced ease. I tried to keep up, fighting for dominance, but it was clear he was more experienced. He took the lead effortlessly, leaving me breathless.

When we finally pulled apart, a thin string of saliva connected us, glistening under the faint light of the room. I couldn't meet his eyes, my cheeks burning, but I stayed close.

"Stay with me tonight..." I whispered, my voice trembling but resolute.

He reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. His expression softened, a small smile curving his lips. "Alright. I'll stay."

Before I could respond, he leaned in again, but this time his lips found their way to the side of my neck. A soft moan escaped me as his warm breath fanned over my skin, followed by the tender press of his lips. Each kiss sent a shiver down my spine, his touch igniting sparks wherever it landed.

He moved slowly, trailing his lips down the curve of my neck, his pace deliberate and teasing. I felt his teeth graze my skin, and then—

Nibble.

A quiet gasp slipped from me, and I instinctively gripped his shoulders, holding on as a delicious wave of heat rushed through me. His lips soothed the small bite with a soft kiss, then moved lower, exploring the sensitive spots along my collarbone.

"Y-Yuta..." My voice trembled, barely a whisper, but it seemed to spur him on.

Another love bite, this one slightly firmer, sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through me, and I bit my lip to stifle the sound that threatened to escape. His hands held me steady, his grip firm yet comforting as if grounding me in the whirlwind of sensations. 

Before I could catch my breath, he shifted, his hands sliding up to cup my face. His gaze locked onto mine, intense and unwavering, as if silently asking for permission to take this further. The weight of his stare sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through me, and I could only nod, my body betraying my words.

In one smooth motion, he moved, guiding me back against the sofa. His hands gently pushed me down, and I felt the soft cushions envelop me as he leaned over. His body hovered above mine, his weight perfectly balanced as he pinned me beneath him.

"Yuta…" I whispered, the sound barely audible over the hammering of my heart.

"Shhh," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, his lips curving into a soft smile. "Just let me take care of you."

His hands trailed down my arms, pinning my wrists gently but firmly above my head. The feeling of being held in place sent a thrill through me, heightening every sensation as he leaned in. His lips found my neck once more, planting slow, deliberate kisses along my skin.

Each kiss was followed by the graze of his teeth, then another love bite—this one deeper than before. I gasped, arching beneath him as the sharp tingle of pleasure radiated through me. His tongue soothed the tender spot immediately after, drawing out a soft moan I couldn't hold back.

"You're so sensitive," he teased, his voice a husky whisper against my ear.

"Shut up," I managed to say, though the breathlessness in my tone ruined any attempt at defiance.

He chuckled softly, the vibrations of his laugh resonating through me. His lips trailed lower, leaving a path of heat in their wake, as his hands remained firmly in control of mine. I was completely at his mercy, and the realization sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

This sensation was both thrilled and unnerved me.

Pinned beneath him, his kisses deepened, growing bolder as his free hand began exploring my body. Every touch, every bite, every whispered word set my senses ablaze, leaving me lost in the moment, unable—and unwilling—to resist him. 

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Also if you guys want, you can read my others fanfiction. One is a Yu-Gi-Oh Gx fanfiction (A new life at duel academy) and the other is another Classroom Of The Elite (Classroom Of The Elite: The Silent Syndicate)...I just wanted to right a COTE without any form system so if you are interested. 

Also i am not dropping this.