Cote- True conquer -Classroom of the elite ,oc

My beloved maid

With a lopsided, drunken grin, Kamuro leaned in and pressed her lips to Akira's in a messy kiss, her hands clutching onto his shirt for support. She mumbled something unintelligible, her words muffled by their connected lips. It was a chaotic scene, made more so by the shocked expressions of the onlookers.

After what felt like an eternity, Kamuro's grip on Akira's shirt loosened and she slumped against him, her energy drained. She had passed out, the alcohol finally taking its toll.

Kamuro, slurred words and hazy gaze, began making demands that caught everyone off-guard. "Akira... I want you to..." she trailed off, her words more mumbles than anything intelligible. Her hands moved on their own accord, wandering around Akira's frame in a manner that suggested her drunken mind was quite set on something beyond a simple kiss.

The whole room froze as Kamuro slumped against Akira, whispering into his ear one last time before her eyes fluttered shut. "Have... sex... with... me..."

Akira could only blink in disbelief, holding the unconscious girl as he glanced over at the rest of the group, who stared back with similar expressions of shock and confusion.

Akira was left standing there, wide-eyed and red-faced, the unconscious girl draped over him. The room fell into a stunned silence, all eyes fixed on the pair.

"Uh...help?" Akira managed to utter, looking at the others for some sort of assistance.

Arisu looked at Akira, an unreadable expression on her face. "Didn't expect Kamuro to be this... reckless," she muttered under her breath.

Ryuen, on the other hand, looked at Akira, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Who would have thought? Kamuro has a crush on you too, Akira. Your harem is growing at quite a pace, isn't it?" He said, chuckling at his own joke.

Honami remained silent, her gaze lowered. But there was a tightness around her lips, a subtle sign of her discomfort and tension.

Chihiro shook his head, an amused smile on his face. "Never a dull moment with you, Akira," he said, breaking the silence that had settled.

Meanwhile, Koenji merely leaned back in his chair, observing the entire situation with a cool, detached expression. "Interesting," was all he commented, crossing his arms over his chest.

Everyone's reaction varied, reflecting their own unique personalities and views towards the unexpected situation. Yet, amid the varied reactions, there was a collective understanding

Akira scooped up the drunken Kamuro in his arms, her head lolling onto his shoulder. She was out cold, her breath heavy with the scent of alcohol. Navigating his way out of the room amidst the awkward silence left by her sudden outburst, he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility.

The journey to her room was quiet, the school's chaotic condition seeming somewhat distant in this moment. As he walked, the echo of his footsteps filled the empty hallways, an eerie reminder of the unusual circumstances they were in.

Once they arrived, Akira gently laid Kamuro down on her bed, making sure to remove her shoes and place a blanket over her. He then ensured that she was laying in a recovery position to avoid any issues if she were to get sick in her sleep.

With a careful touch, Akira undid Kamuro's crumpled uniform, ensuring she would be comfortable for her sleep. He was respectful, making sure to only remove enough clothing so that she wouldn't overheat or feel restrained while in her inebriated state.

As he removed her jacket and loosened her tie, he caught a whiff of the sharp tang of alcohol mixed with her subtle perfume. It reminded him of their unexpected kiss earlier, which despite the circumstances, had a certain sweetness to it. He shook his head, brushing away the fleeting memory, and focused back on the task at hand.

While undressing her, he couldn't help but notice her well-toned physique under the usually loose-fitting school uniform. She was strong, a testimony to her dedication to her physical conditioning and combat training.

"Well, Kamuro," he muttered, "never knew you had such an impressive figure." He said it half to himself, a small smile on his lips. He couldn't help but appreciate the irony of the situation - that it took a chaotic situation like this for him to truly notice her.

As he continued to prepare Kamuro for her rest, he couldn't help but comment on the surprisingly dainty and feminine undergarments she was wearing beneath her usual rugged exterior. It was a sight he didn't expect to witness.

"Well, who would've thought... lace?" he muttered under his breath, a hint of amusement in his tone. It was a stark contrast to her usual rough and tumble demeanor. Despite the situation, he had to admire her choice of lingerie - a blend of soft femininity and bold colors, very much like Kamuro herself.

With an eyebrow raised in intrigue, Akira continued his quiet commentary, "Delicate lace... pastel colors. There's a cute, almost romantic side to you, isn't there, Kamuro?"

With an eyebrow raised in intrigue, Akira continued his quiet commentary, "Delicate lace... pastel colors. There's a cute, almost romantic side to you, isn't there, Kamuro?"

He handled her clothing gently, taking note of the soft fabric and the intricate details of the lace trim. The pastel hues of pink and blue were contrasted with a bold black lining, lending a unique sense of character to the garments. It was as if they were a direct reflection of Kamuro herself - outwardly tough and straightforward, yet harboring a softer, more feminine side within.

He handled her clothing gently, taking note of the soft fabric and the intricate details of the lace trim. The pastel hues of pink and blue were contrasted with a bold black lining, lending a unique sense of character to the garments. It was as if they were a direct reflection of Kamuro herself - outwardly tough and straightforward, yet harboring a softer, more feminine side within.

Akira noted the physical responses of her body, including her erect nipples. "A result of the chill or the alcohol, perhaps?" he mused. It was important for him to remain clinical and observant, despite the intimate situation. A blush of alcohol-induced warmth spread across Kamuro's cheeks, her body languid and relaxed despite the involuntary reactions to the cold room.

"Or maybe it's just a physiological reaction to her unconscious state," he reasoned, his mind always analytical. He carefully tucked her into the bed, ensuring she was warm and comfortable. His thoughts remained considerate and respectful, regarding Kamuro's condition more as a medical situation than anything else.

Akira's observations also noted the dampness on her underwear, a common physiological reaction in women, especially in situations involving alcohol. This was not a sexual observation on his part, but a clinical one, important to understanding her physical condition.

"It seems like she might be experiencing some unconscious arousal, possibly due to the alcohol," Akira mused, maintaining a respectful distance. "It's another bodily response that can be exacerbated by substances like alcohol."

Without any untoward thoughts, he replaced her damp underwear with a clean pair from her bag, ensuring her comfort throughout the night. He did not invade her privacy any further, simply taking the necessary steps to ensure her wellbeing.

"Didn't expect my first maid to be this adorable," Akira mumbled to himself with a small smile. It was a tender moment that left a warm feeling in his chest, a stark contrast to the violence and chaos they were all trapped in.

Despite the physical signs that Kamuro might have some level of attraction towards him, Akira dismissed the idea. In his mind, Kamuro was a loyal and trustworthy companion, someone who stood by his side through thick and thin. He cherished the bond they shared, the camaraderie and mutual respect they held for each other. But romantic feelings? He preferred not to entertain that idea, it complicated things in a way he wasn't ready for.

"Kamuro is just too drunk," he reasoned with himself. "She sees me as a master, not a lover."

Denying these unspoken, potential feelings, he continued to focus on his primary goal - to ensure the survival and well-being of his team. With Kamuro safely tucked in bed, he returned to the common area,