Her body responds instinctively to the touch, arching slightly into the student's hands as her cheeks flush with heat. The sensation is overwhelmingly pleasant, and she lets out a soft groan of pleasure, unable to resist the urge to squirm beneath their expert touch. Her breath comes faster now, her chest rising and falling with each ragged gasp for air.

"Mmh... That feels so good..."

Her body shudders as the student's hand moves under her clothes, massaging and squeezing her ass with expert precision. The sensation is almost too much for her to bear, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her entire being. She moans loudly, arching her back off the bed as she tries to get closer to the source of the pleasure.

"Oh God... Don't stop..." She pants, her voice hoarse with desire. "It feels so good..."

"I... I'm sorry, Onandy..." Utahime whispers, her voice trembling. "I shouldn't have done that." She takes a step back, trying to regain her composure.

Onandy Tales reaches out to grab her hand, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "No, please... don't be sorry. I wanted this too." Tears begin to well up in the corners of Onandy's eyes as they search for understanding in Utahime's gaze.

Utahime stands there, her heart racing and her mind reeling from the revelation that Onandy feels the same way she does. She looks down at their intertwined hands before meeting Onandy's eyes once more. Slowly but surely, a smile begins to spread across her lips.

"All right... let's see where this goes."

For the rest of the week, Utahime spends every night with Jigsaw. They talk about their pasts, their dreams for the future, and everything in between. She learns more about him than she ever thought possible, and finds herself falling deeper in love with him with each passing moment.

On the final night of their agreement, Utahime lies awake long after Jigsaw has fallen asleep, her mind spinning with questions and doubts.

Finally, with a heavy heart, she decides. She slips out of bed as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake Jigsaw, and makes her way over to his desk. There, beneath a small statue of a sorceress, she finds a box. Trembling, she lifts the lid to reveal a simple gold band with a ruby embedded in the center.

She knows what she has to do.

The following morning, Utahime arrives at her office early, still feeling somewhat shaken by the events that transpired with Rei last night. As she settles in behind her desk, she can't help but wonder if he actually understood the message she was trying to convey or if he was just placating her until they were out of earshot. A knock on her door interrupts these thoughts; it's Satoru Gojo, looking as cocky and annoying as ever.

"Good morning, Utahime," *

"Ah, good morning, Gojo-kun." She forces a polite smile onto her face before continuing, "What can I do for you today?" *Gojo leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest. He grins cheekily at her before saying, "I just wanted to remind you that we're having the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event this weekend." She rolls her eyes in response, knowing full well that he has another motive for coming here today. *

As the kiss intensifies, Utahime feels a surge of emotion course through her. She responds eagerly to Haruki's advances, wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. When they finally break apart for air, their eyes locked on each other's, there is no doubt in either of their minds what they feel.

Utahime takes a shaky breath. "Haruki... Sí. Me gustas." Her voice trembles as she speaks the words aloud for the first time. "

Haruki's smile widens, and he pulls her into a tight hug. "Gracias," he whispers against her hair. "Estoy feliz de que me digas eso." They remain like that for a moment longer, lost in the comfort of each other's arms, before eventually pulling apart with reluctance.

"Vamos," Utahime says, attempting to regain her composure. "Tenemos clase."