Yuuji's POV

At breakfast, I had violent thoughts toward Hideyoshi. So violent I wondered hazily if Shouko knew what had transpired and was controlling my thoughts so that I'd kill Hideyoshi. After I, her perfect murdering puppet, killed her rival, Shouko would chain me in her basement, her forever sex-slave husband.

I couldn't look at him. What if I all I could see was his nude hairless torso? Those slim, silky milk-white thighs? His hard round ass? His hard—well, he was a guy.

I concentrated on the new intelligence from Akihisa. (Intelligence and Akihisa in the same sentence? Stranger things have happened. Did happen.)

Muttsurini and Akihisa noticed that Hideyoshi seemed out of it, and Hideyoshi's cover was (of course) that he didn't get much sleep.

Uh oh. Don't say it, don't say it! I drew in a quick breath and tried not to panic. That Hideyoshi—so caught up in drama that he mixes up his plays with reality. . . but really, how flimsy would that lie be?

"We're just discussing the blackmailer," said Muttsurini.

Akihisa says, "I wonder if Kudo's the culprit after all?"

"Well, that's not necessarily the case," says Hideyoshi. "It's hard to think that the culprit would say things to cast suspicion on herself." True. And it is hard to think that a boy who did things with a boy engaged to a homicidal maniac would tease his big-mouthed idiot friend with the evidence of sexual indiscretions.

I have to stop this.

I give Muttsurini his orders, and he huddles away with Sugawa-kun, a willing participant in our plans to see the girls in the buff. The love triangle was having its drama hour. The girls must be taking lessons from Shouko. Akihisa's wails were more piercing than usual.

"Do you have a death wish?" I asked, making myself sound menacing.

Hideyoshi replies innocently,"what do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb. You know. Why did you say I'd crawled into your bed?"

"Because you did." (And you can no longer be a bride). Well, there is no denying the truth.

"I did. But that damn idiot Akihisa and Muttsurini are the last people I'd want knowing that." I finally look at him with murderous intent. Hideyoshi is fragile, bird-boned. Easily hurt. I'm nearly 8 inches taller and 70 pounds heavier. But he is also so beautiful he practically shines, even after a rough rumble in the sack. I can't stay angry; I can barely keep myself from showing how aroused I'm becoming.

"I'm sorry. I thought if I said what had happened, it would seem more preposterous. And then there would be no suspicion whatsoever." What kind of logic is that? Well, he is class F.

"Well, that is ridiculous. But it's okay since Akihisa is too stupid to realize anything and Muttsurini is otherwise occupied." Is it really okay? My brain tells me otherwise, but I had some more important matters to attend to than self-preservation. "I want to tell you something. There's a storage area located south of the girl's bath. It's going to be deserted early afternoon." These words spill out before I can think of the implications.

"I understand," says Hideyoshi, blushing adorably.

"Good. 1:30pm." WHAAAT? My life is not safe. And it is my own doing. Well, may as well enjoy this brief existence in the arms of a goddess. (A goddess with a delicious cock.)

The best way to prevent Shouko, Muttsurini, or that imbecile Akihisa from interrupting my 1:30pm rendezvous with the boy voted prettiest girl in school was a set up. Two of my favorite accomplices, however, were the targets of my set up. Hideyoshi was an expert at mimicry (I'd been the victim a few memorable times; I still have nightmares of the tournament, where I apparently told Shouko I would propose). He could also seamlessly impersonate his tightly wound twin Kinoshita-san.

Kinoshita-san. It isn't unusual for the class A ambassador to talk to the Class F rep. If he dressed as Kinoshita-san, if we play everyone just right, we might be able to pull this off. Or die trying. End scene

**Interlude**

Hideyoshi's POV

The troops were discussing their next battle. Mission? To see the girls in the nude. Not my cup of tea. Obviously. I politely retreat to our quarters and began rifling through my clothes. Nothing seems suitable for meeting with Yuuji. I consider the yukata, but why retread the same ground? I didn't have anything feminine, although I did have my make-up kit. I put some lip gloss on and plucked a few errant hairs from my delicate brows. Now for some extra grooming. Waxing hurt—a lot!- but I'm sure Yuuji's lips will be thankful. After I finish, a few tears trailing down the sides of my face, I slip on my purple silk boxers. Too masculine. This just won't do.

I slip into the girl's room. Aneue, Himeji-san, Kudo-san, Kirishima-san, and Shimada-san share. Luckily, none are present. If they were, I would feign a headache and search Aneue's drawers for pain medication. I'm so good at feigning illness that I have my own bed in the nurse's office alongside Himeji-san's.

Now, what kind of pervert would wear his sister's underpants? Not I! I packed a few pairs of my own. I prefer thongs (no panty lines!) but Aneue, being nosy, controlling and quite embarrassed by my cross-dressing, did a surprise inspection of my suitcase while I was resuscitating Akihisa after arriving at the training camp. She took the thongs hostage, then bent my arm at an unnatural angle.

Pale green. With lace. Perfect.