The black devil whispered in my mind, coaxing:

"Go on. Nothing to fear. In this moment, you’re the only one still clear-headed—everyone else is lost in drunken bliss. Don’t hesitate. A real man follows his heart. Just a touch. She’s had the most to drink; she won’t wake."

The white angel countered urgently:

"No! Taking advantage isn’t gentlemanly. What will they think if they find out? You’re her student! Your reputation at school—gone! Resist the temptation. These are just vanity’s hollow bones. Dust in a century. Reject it! No time—refuse now!"

Ugh. They’re tearing my brain apart. What to do…? Fine. No more wavering. I’m a righteous gentleman, right? Integrity above all. So… I choose… the black devil.

I booted the white angel away. What a golden chance—a scene straight out of a galgame! If this were a novel and I didn’t seize it? I’d get flamed to ashes. They’re all drunk anyway! Right?! Time for this seasoned player to roll. Heh heh heh…

Ahem. Stay classy. A true gentleman stays elegant—no filth. The other seven mean nothing to me. Better not take advantage. First, move them to the sofa.

I arranged the beauties upright on the couch. Wait—no room left! The carpeted floor would do. I checked: clean enough and not too cold. Safe.

I lined the seven flowers against the wall: Sakuno Sakuya, Lin Chuxia, Watanabe Sachiko, Takagi Megumi, Uehara Eri, Xia Qiandong. I carried each one-handed—except Shimatani Chiyo. Too tall. Carrying her piggyback would drag her legs. A gentleman doesn’t treat girls like that. I cradled her princess-style instead.

Chiyo was easily ten centimeters taller than me, but her figure? Flawless. Legs for days—could spend years just admiring them. Her chest was modest, but those legs…! As I held her, my hand slid down her bare thigh. No stockings. Just smooth, firm skin—healthy and athletic. My pulse spiked. She’s drunk anyway. One more stroke won’t hurt.

A soft moan slipped out of Chiyo. I froze. *Ahem*. Better stop. Play it cool. No slip-ups.

By the time I settled her against the wall, she’d fallen silent again, eyes shut tight—a sleeping beauty begging to be cherished.

Seven stunning girls lined the wall, a scene bursting with spring’s allure. Like a world-famous painting. I’d already named it: *The Drunken Seven Beauties*. Perfect.

Only Tsurumi Mirei remained, slumped at the table. She’d pranked me all day—targeted me, made my life hell. Now? Who’ll save you? Heh heh heh…

I didn’t wake her. Scooped her up princess-style. Still out cold. Drink that much, and only a god of wine would sober up fast.

I sat on the sofa, the seven beauties sprawled opposite me. I kept Mirei cradled on my lap, staring down at my homeroom teacher. Memories of her morning taunts and earlier jabs erased my guilt. For her? Zero remorse.

Revenge time. Teachers wear formal wear at school, and she hadn’t changed after arriving at the hotel. Just a white shirt, a skirt, and stockings hugging her legs.

I stroked Mirei’s thigh. Different from Chiyo’s. Less natural—slick yet resistant beneath the nylon. Teasing. Imaginative.

Chiyo’s legs were objectively perfect, but Mirei’s had their own charm. Shorter, yet undeniably alluring.

She stayed asleep, a vision of innocence. My gaze drifted to her chest. Her white shirt strained against twin peaks, fabric stretched taut like a 3D rendering—turning loose fabric into a second skin.

I swallowed hard. Should I? She tormented me, but… she’s my teacher. Thighs were enough. Why hesitate now?

"*Xia Chuan Yuan, you idiot!*"

Mirei’s sleepy curse sealed my resolve. Even unconscious, she won’t spare me? How low do I rank in her mind?!

My trembling hand slipped under her shirt, inching toward her chest.

I’d never touched a girl’s breasts—not even an ugly one. And my first time? With *her*? Felt like I could die happy right now. Nice!

…Don’t jinx it. What if lightning strikes? What if I don’t reincarnate again? Total loss!

Slowly… slowly… there! Yes! First-time achievement unlocked: hand on breast. Now—new quest: *Squeeze*.

I stared at Mirei’s tempting form. Made my choice. Squeezed once. Yanked my hand back. Still asleep. Yes!

I savored the memory: soft, full, indescribably warm. Whether mind trick or magic, it fired me up.

*Did anyone see?* I glanced at the girls across from me. Phew. All still deep in dreamland, contemplating life.