As usual, you woke up late, got ready in a rush, and ran to your seat just in time.

He sits in the seat next to yours, resting his chin on his hand, staring at you intently.

The moment you sit down, his other hand creeps toward you, sliding under your shirt to start kneading and squeezing your stomach.

When you look at him with a flustered expression, he lets out a sly, fox-like grin.

"Whoa, is something bothering you? Class is starting soon, so just bear with it."

Then, he leans in and whispers quietly to you.

"...Princess, did you gain weight? You're even softer than yesterday. It's damn cute."